India fourteen

lack of words. impossibility of legitimate explanation. these are just two reasons why the india portion of my blog has been picture heavy and word light. i have so much to say about this country and examples of how it can change your views on everything, giving you a vision through a window that you cannot believe exists... but how do you explain a day where you meet a mind reader that describes in perfect detail the house in which you grew up and then tells you things that no one in the world knows except for you. such a frightening, mind blowing, amazing experience. then hours later in a crowded bus station you feel a light touching on your back which when you turn is a sadhu holy man with a basket full of cobras. he stared into my eyes in a way that convinced me a curse had been placed on my soul. all this in one day... the yin and the yang. if you are scared of all encompassing intensity please do not come to this country. i have been in an ashram of sorts for the last five days. a place where they take your possessions, all your writing materials, reading materials, deny you all forms of communication and make you face yourself in absolute silence. i am not sure how any of you can stand me. i drive myself crazy. i think too much about everything when i am surrounded with distraction. without distraction, a whole new level of this self induced insanity is encountered. ups and downs. i cannot yet say if i recommend this experience. my pictures are completely out of order, just like eight out of ten gas pumps in india.