mystic

Mystic India?

India is Mystic

either way i do not know how to be non Indian. By virtue of my birth and perhaps rebirth ever since I was born I only knew of my mystic background. sitting on my mother's lap I heard stories of ancient India that floating for many many millennia in the environment of India and shifted elsewhere in asia and carried elsewhere in europe and eventually discovered America where I am now.

In the mystic India everything is possible. Faith is so strong. It can be felt in places very distant. I read about places of pilgrimage. I saw it having never visited those places.

There is Hinglaj in the desert. I traveled in my imagination  through the series of live volcano to the temple of Hinglaj where my disorientation was complete. I lost my bearing.

till I found my past before past future before future

many many years later I discovered language and communication via machine to intelligence to human being

I learnt to write in alphabets alone without punctuations spaces word or grammer and still being understood

today I do not hear what is being said but still i understand what is being said

children seek me out as their companion they understand me I understand them

I have seen one Mystic in my lifetime I was near to him for about 10 minutes I crossed him on the road bare foot near naked I heard speak 3 sentences and 2 questions one when he broke silence and one when he became silent

I read Ramayana lying down beside my mother all my early childhood I saved money to buy that book I don't have it today but I have two volumes of Mahabharata

all its stories known to all born in India they are essential education given free like air water

India is mystic

a person who seeks by contemplation and self-surrender to obtain unity with or absorption into the Deity or the absolute, or who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect

 mystic contains the world

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