WAKING TO THE PRE-DAWN BELLS

WAKING TO THE PRE-DAWN BELLS

Waking to the pre-dawn bells, chants and plumes of smoke rising from the spring temple in the valley, I knew the clearing had begun for us to step through the auspicious opening and resolution this equinox full moon augurs.

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31 years ago, I was returning to my motherland India, travelling through
Java to Bali, where I found myself in the grove where the 8th Century Hindu Maharsi Markandeya is reputed to have divined and actualised harmonious integration between man and nature, in the face of great hardship and loss.

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Upon my arrival in Bali, another adventurer impressed upon me that “Bali’s like India 500 years ago.”

Worshipful aspects of the Agama Hindu culture were assimilated so deeply into word, thought and deed, that I was quickly and naturally plunged into re-enchantment with naked reality.

Markandeya committed to a palm leaf manuscript an appraisal of what he experienced in the forested hilltops, drawn there by a discernible luminescence. He said, “sarwadha” (or sarwa ada) — meaning everything he desired was available.

Even to this day, my family and I utter similar words of awe and gratefulness.

Sarwadha.

Today’s full moon ceremony brings this clarity home.

Matursukseme pisan

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