Praying together

Today I went to the Ganesh Temple again to pray for Guruji's passing.

Eddie and an indian person (don't know who he is) sang the Upanishads (the ones that were "assigned" (I guess) to the family of Pattabi Jois), then the 1000 names of Vishnu and then the first 3 chapters of the Gita.



The chanting in Sanskrit was hypnothic, and the vibration was intense.


At the end a woman named Barbara chanted songs of devotion to Govinda, and we followed her in call and response form. I found myself so inmersed, so touched, that tears flowed through me.


I noticed how chanting is so much more involved than any other form of devotion. At least for me. It seems that when we chant, the vibrations go right through us and hidding our emotions is much harder. Chanting really opens us up, brings the feelings out, makes us vulnerable and paves the way for true devotion. It seems to set the right tone for communication with God to happen, the fertile ground, the field of all possibilities.


Guruji's physical form may be gone, but the spirit does stay with us, with all of us, his students, and more importantly with what we do with the legacy, how we share it with the world, how we bring about peace and health, for us and others, in our own ways. No small responsibility