How excited to step back into the Dashunghar temple. I remember the walks through the immense entrance of the hand of my grandfather,
the warm embrace that nature gave you in this sacred place as a welcome,
and the sense of tranquility that resided there.
the warm embrace that nature gave you in this sacred place as a welcome,
and the sense of tranquility that resided there.
My grandfather tenderly told how, when he was a child, he ran around the temple causing the laughter of those present
and, of course, interrupting their respective meditations.
and, of course, interrupting their respective meditations.
Years later, the interruptions diminished as my grandfather grew older,
the knowledge, which for centuries was accumulated there, gave its practical fruits
and, finally, communication with The Other Side was achieved.
the knowledge, which for centuries was accumulated there, gave its practical fruits
and, finally, communication with The Other Side was achieved.
ELICA DELVA, "Diaries". Year: 5589
