Firstly on arrival I was struck by Arunachala’s wondrous power of silence and did not wish to post on FB or Harsha for the time being. I just wished to keep quiet as much as possible, and sadhana progressed well in this respect, under His direction, along with deeper diving in…to the Heart.
I am in a slightly bewildered state, having just come to the completion of two major projects; which, with my head down, had consumed much of my time and focus over the last two years. One of them is my new website, and the other is the submission of half my life’s work to a publishing company.*
My boy, who is nine, said to me, “Mom, I know it’s weird, but I don’t think I’m alive. I don’t think you’re alive either.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued. “Do tell!”
“Well, I’m not me, and you’re not you; we’re just atoms.”
It was the first time that I had heard of the Maharshi or of Tiruvannamalai, so I wrote down both names. But how was I to get there? It was right down in the South, and my funds were almost exhausted. However, the next day I saw an advertisement in the paper for an ex-army man to run a canteen in Madras. I applied and was at once given the post and my fare paid.
