"Esto no es photoshop"
La semana pasada la maestra de yoga me mando un mensaje invitándome a un festival hindu, que iba a contar la visita de un maestro-guru, con gusto acepte la invitacion, aunque dudaba un poco que pudiera asistir porque era lunes en la tarde y no tengo horario definido en el trabajo.
Las cosas se dieron ese día para que yo estuviera sentado alli, escuchando al maestro, aunque me costo un poco de trabajo llegar a la casa donde se iba a dar la ceremonia-platica-festival.
El festival fue en la casa de una familia que practicaba el hinduismo (mas no hindu), que emigro de la ciudad de mexico y con quienes newtle ya había tenido contacto cuando vivían allá.
La ceremonia estaba por comenzar, todos estaban sentados en el suelo en una habitación abierta al jardín, y allí estaba Rada mi maestra de yoga sentada en cuclillas con un atuendo típico hindu, había varias personas incluidos las familia con indumentaria similar, los mantras y cantos sonaron alrededor de media hora, para después pasar a la platica que se desarrollo bajo el tema de "inteligencia espiritual"
El maestro era una persona muy serena que tenia un español muy fluido, mostraba mucha paz aunque sus enseñanzas no fueron para mi del absoluto reveladoras, fue mas bien como una platica entre amigos sobre cuestiones y reflexiones de la existencia, a lo largo de mi vida solo he conocido a dos personas que son catalogadas como maestros espirituales del hinduismo, han sido personas introspectivas, con mucha paz y serenidad, sin grandes mensajes o revelaciones, todo lo contrario a los escandalosos pastores cristianos que a base de arrastrarse en el suelo y gritar el nombre de dios impactan a sus seguidores.
Rada empezó a tomar fotos y yo aproveche la ocasión para hacerlo también, tome tres fotos y me di cuenta del extraño efecto de la luz sobre el maestro, cambie de posición y la luz siguió apuntado a el, limpie el cristal de la cámara y aunque se difumino un poco el efecto la luz seguía en la misma dirección.
La comida después de la ceremonia fue igual de celestial y aproveche para comprarle a Rada el libro Srimad Bhagavata Mahapurana (Undecimo Canto)
"This is not photoshop"
Last week, my yoga teacher sent me a text message inviting me to a hindu festival, which has the visit of a teacher-guru, glady accepted, with a little hesitant because will be in monday afternoon i dont have a defined schedule at work.
The facts were that day stayed sitting there, listening to the teacher, was a little difficult get to the house where was the ceremony-festival.
The ceremony was to begin when i arrive, ther were sitting on the floor around the guru in a room opening onto the garden, and there was my yoga teacher Radda, squatting with a typical hndu attire, there were several people including families with similar clothing, mantras and chants rang about half an hour, then go we talking about "spiritual inteligence"
The Guru was very calm person who had a very fluent Spanish, he showed a lot of peace bute their teachings were not revealing at all to me, it was more like a talk between friends about issues and ideas of existence, throughout my life Ive only know two people who are categorized as spirituals masters of Hinduism, these people are introspective, with a great peace and serenity, no major revelations or messages, just the opposite the scandalous Christian Shepherd who crawl on the floor and scream the name of God to impact their followers.
Rada began to take photos and i do the same, take three photos and i realized by the strange effect of the light, change position and the light still pointed on him, clean the glass of the camera and although the light tourchon a little bit was in the same direction.
The meal after the ceremony was just as heavenly and buted a book "Srimad Bhagavata Rada Mahapurana"
Hoy sono: The Hidden Cameras - A Miracle (Curiosamente la cancion se llama Un milagro)
Today Sound: The Hidden Cameras - A Miracle
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The Hidden Cameras - The Miracle
Sent from God
A holy visit
I wake up in the night
"What is it?"
I'm startled and I'm cold
And I believe
I have problems in my dreams
I feel like I'm the only one
Who can carry your disease
In my head you are suffering
In my head you are
He brings me flowers that are gold
And honey from the bees
He places a blossom in my hair
And undresses me
He tells me that I'm the only one
That can carry his disease
I'm made to be an animal by his love
And to bear his baby
In my head you are suffering
In my head you are
A holy visit
I wake up in the night
"What is it?"
I'm startled and I'm cold
And I believe
I have problems in my dreams
I feel like I'm the only one
Who can carry your disease
In my head you are suffering
In my head you are
He brings me flowers that are gold
And honey from the bees
He places a blossom in my hair
And undresses me
He tells me that I'm the only one
That can carry his disease
I'm made to be an animal by his love
And to bear his baby
In my head you are suffering
In my head you are
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