Every visit to India had a theme to it, in hindsight anyways. I look at these images for the first time in seven years and India is where it all started, the reckoning of my soul. I read City of Joy and a VS Naiphaul book whose title I forgot and neither prepared me at all for my first encounter with this deeply spiritual, deeply chaotic country. Kipling's Kim was my reading companion in January of 2004 and I was fortunate to visit the hill top city of Shimla he may have written a part of the book. In hindsight the book was my gradual introduction into the two worlds, the East and the West, the Great Game, and collaborative divinity.
The Taj Mahal has to be the best place to start a journey which took me to Varanasi, Delhi, Dharamsala, Shimla, and back to Delhi in about three weeks give or take a day. What did I leave with? What remains with me today? I needed the words of the Buddha at that time in my life because Jesus just couldn't get through to me, and in hindsight he let the Buddha give it a go and I wouldn't understand until five years later when I saw the work of these two paths to heaven working together, why I started here. Sab kuch malega.
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| The Taj Mahal, Agra, India |
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| Varanasi and the Ganges |
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| Sarnath, and where the Buddha gave his first sermon after Enlightenment |
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| Dharamsala and the best $25 a night room I have ever had. |
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| Simla |
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| New Delhi |
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