After many mountains the way finished down in the riverbed and we arrived from this side. One Indian dressed Lady was washing in the river, MotiMa who was Pujarini in the Dhuni. She welcomed us in wonderful German Berlin Slang and I felt immediately at home. The view was funny, there was a pyramid made from metal and a little house with steps and a little place before, the world famous Haidakhan Dhuni and the man who was lving there, HarGovind also welcomed specially Kishan who was well known there. Before entering this holy place from far away you saw that there was also up a level with buildings and one big temple was to be seen there at this small mountain full of trees around and fields from the farmers, also few houses you could see, the village and if we passed them they mostly said BHOLE BABA KI JAI !!! We went up the steps to this other part of this Ashram. 108 steps not easy to climb up, because each is very high, still it was hot, the Banana trees and the other ones with green green guided us up, they gave little shadow and when we reached the up, I was totally finish, the stomach problems which started very quickly after few days India may be were written on my face, an old man sitting there at a gate told me this: Hello, you have stomach problems? Swamiji, the manager of the Ashram offered me to give me Jhara, a healing with peacock feathers, but first we had to get a sleeping place for the upcoming night. The office was open, a doctor was there, one who later outet who was no doctor. He gave us a room, told Kishan where to go and we went to an extra building in yellow, called the Dattatreya building. The room was dark and wet and you heared the moskitos jumping inthe air full happy to get fresh blood. There was a paper with "the rules" but Punks don't like rules, so this paper I put somewhere without reading. We prepared our place on a wooden bed and Kishan showed me the toilets and told me this or that rule. We took shower and soon was the right time to go to this temple where an Arati was made every evening and every morning. I never was interested in Indian temples and this is still today the same. This is not so much my field of acting with God. On this evening it was the first time to go to such an Arati or also called Aarti. No shoes and we entered this little temple, there was temple in the temple but the building was also open half side. In the temple was a Murti, a figure, a statue from the image of this Haidakhan Baba, who lived here already two times and just left 5 years ago. In front of this Murti you had to make Pranam, bowing down to this figure. After this you round the little temple and make a little bowing again. Then we entered this hall and sat down on the ground, but soon had to get up again, because the first ritual, the Puja was beginning. A silence went up in this hall, somebody, a Pujari (priest) opened this temple doors went in this very small temple and closed the doors again. Silence. Through the closed door you could see that this priest lighted fire, the oil lamp for this ritual and the light was shining through the little lines. Silence. Suddenly the door went off with a loud sound and in this moment may be twenty bells started, big ones, very big ones and little ones, blowed shells with a loud and deep tone and somebody made loud bum bum, bum. It was a shock. I was totally shocked and nearly to die ... SO LOUD. SO INCREDIBLE LOUD. MY EARS DIED