When a child senses danger, it will cry out to its mother. The mother will then come running to its rescue.
9 February 2002,Leaving Amritapuri Nobody ever suggested that Mother is predictable. She’s not even schedulable. Even when She’s about to leave home for two months, nobody knows either the time nor the mode of departure. This morning, after the tour group travelling by bus departed (about 5:00 a.m.), the ashramites who would be staying behind […]
Sthala Puranas of Bharat The southern tip of India marks the confluence of three sacred bodies of water: the Arabian Sea, the Bay of Bengal and the Indian Ocean. Here one can watch the sun rise in the east, traverse the heavens and then finally set in the west—all over the water. For thousands of […]