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After the Havan there was Bhandara, this means hundreds of people coming for free food. People sat on the ground in long rows and The Guru and some people around had their special seat with special service. If you sat at the end you had to wait long for your food. The food was spicy but tasty and good. I went away to my place in the shop and had to pass again the Guru's house. (I still didn't like Him, the show around Him, all ...)  He was sitting there and again we greeted each other in moving the head.

A rest after this food was wonderful, waking up and take again shower and sat for the small talk at the chai-shops like many others.

It was time for the evening Aarti, I didn't like too much to go there, but in the end I went there little late and in "full dress". Surely it was a show in this decent group of God followers… me in a silver pailetten jacket and this red hairs around a wild styled turban, a saddhu bag and many malas around the neck and my red fingernails …

Immediately they pushed me in front of Babaji's Asana, a place with a huge couch and much decorated and with a big picture of Babaji. A different one, not like this one in Haidakhan with this heavy Indian Guru. This picture showed Him little more slim and wearing a simple sweater on. Nice.

In the moment I stand in front of the Asana and this speedy music I forgot where I was and started to dance in a wild way. Jumping around throwing the arms up and turning and totally in ecstase, no controll of nothing. I was gone …

Than I remembered where i was, made a few blamy disco-dance-steps and went away. I went to the entrance of the temple, where two ladies were also dancing and we made together synchronized movements, The Samba Sada Shiva Swing dance …

I went around to kick the people to get up and dance, but The Guru looked unfriendly and stated to get up for going away. Suddenly this old man who was sitting there, Shastriji, got up and came to Babaji's Asana and started to dance. I went to Him but people pushed me away and in the end many many people were dancing.

This was always my dream. You go somewhere and do something in the "art business" and later everybody enters the stage is the artist and I am gone. This happened this evening in Chilianaula, in Anandpuri Ashram. One of my dreams became true in an Indian ashram in front of the picture of LordShiva Himself. Sri Sri Babaji, Lord Shiva, The cosmic dancer.

In my past I loved dancing. I lived a life wuth much time. I didn't go to make career, I survived in totally different job and could see the world from different viewpoints. I had the time to go to a disco every day/night. It was a small disco in the countryside and friends made them, so there was not this typical German thing, that oublic drink- and danceplaces have to close at 1 in the night. With a special trick they opened up to 3 in the night and after this time, they closed the outsidelight and the door, but we could dance and dance and dance ...

in the beginning I was shy and cramped, but more and more I was the person who came there and start to dance non stop, only for going to drink water from the pipe (no money but time) until the end of the "show". It was a dance without controll, no mind, the body was heated up and the solar plexus was cooking.In the end I danced naked when the disco was closed. More is not possible. In this mood I stepped dancing in front of Babaji's Asana and it was freedOM, a show of being one with God. 

The next morning I felt empty and disorientated. I went for Chandan, this game in the morning, where you have to wait long time and then few always went in front, making no line and manifesting unjustice. I didn't like this, already one year ago I felt not good with all these proud ones who installated a game of better and not better ones. But I went there, surviving again this game and went for morning Aarti, but didn't feel good. People came and honoured me, "this was great, this was good." One Lady told me that She saw the energy coming out of my hands and she was totally fan of this act. I was wearing my t-shirt, the present from Yoko Ono's gardener with the slogan "Act up for Life" on it and one Lady told me that I have to be careful. "They use you and then they throw you away" I felt "scheisse" and started to cry. I did all with an open heart, even without mind, it happened and I didn't want to be the clown of a group. I was in Love with Babaji, nothing more.

Somebody told me that Shastriji didn't dance since Babaji's Mahasamadhi, and this made me feel not so much guilty anymore. There must had been some Truth in this otherwise this old man, who lived many years together with Babaji would never have started to dance again ...

The holy dance of Sri Vishnu Datt Mishra Shastriji.

Around this photo is also a pantastique magic story.

This will be told later on this rOMan-blog ...

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