Rishikesh, a holy city on the banks of the Ganges, is known for its ashrams, spiritual teachers, yoga centers and pilgrims. Sadus, cows and monkeys populate the pedestrian walkways, along with vendors, motorbikes, bicycles and everyone else. It’s colorful!
I am here to attend open satsangs with Mooji. Satsang means “in association with truth”. It is a gathering with a master for the purpose of liberation from ignorance and suffering. There are 600 of us gathering at the ashram every day. We are richly blessed by Mooji’s presence and his generous spirit. If you are curious about him you can visit his web site at www.mooji.org.
The essence of his message is that we are already awake, only blinded by belief in our thoughts, stories, and opinions. These beliefs keep our lives very small. We are that awareness that does not die with the body. We are that which is not impermanent. When we inquire, we notice that everything we see, feel and think is impermanent. We are instead the one who is aware of all of it, yet untouched by it.
There are a couple of fellows here at my hotel who are also atteding Satsang with Mooji. Our sharing is rich. We don’t talk about much else! We share breakfast together, walk across Ram Jhula and catch a tuk-tuk for 100 rupees to the ashram.
Last week my Indian Facebook friend Pooja and I attended satsang together on her 33rd birthday. Afterwards she walked right up to Mooji and invited him to a birthday fire ceremony at her house. He accepted!
So that evening I found myself at Pooja’s family home with Mooji. Pooja received a personal blessing from Mooji. What grace.