Slowly walking an oblong circuit I join with the leading Swami, an older man who sits on a bench, and a dozen men all dressed in white singing the ancient words, Om Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram echoing throughout the Mandir.
I quickly become indrawn, feeling the power of the chant in me and around me. A coursing energy flows from the back of my head, through my brain and to a spot on my forehead. The Mandir loses it physical bounds and expands into Spirit Omnipresent. Now bliss is flowing within and without; what is within and what is without loses all meaning.
The rhythm of time marches forward with a feeling of flow between individual and universal, not so much as distinct, but like an ocean feeds into a bay and the bay feeds into the ocean and where they meet is both ocean and bay blended together. The thought enters, “This moment, this time is perfect.”
When I exit Papa’s Mandir the air is singing Ram Nam. The horizon above the hill sports a beautiful rising light that illumines the trees nearby in gold, framed behind with a brilliant sky blue. The scene is charming beyond words; my eyes charged with Divine Light makes the world seem more of heaven than earth. Thus comes about this Mandir Moment.