by Sandy Kingsley
The sacred Ganges River (the Ganga, as it is called in India) emerges from the Himalayas into the the state of Uttarakhand, India and flows south and east through north India into Bangladesh. The Indian cities of Rishikesh, Haridwar, Allahabad, Varanasi and several others all have banks along this holiest of holy rivers.
The sacred Ganges River (the Ganga, as it is called in India) emerges from the Himalayas into the the state of Uttarakhand, India and flows south and east through north India into Bangladesh. The Indian cities of Rishikesh, Haridwar, Allahabad, Varanasi and several others all have banks along this holiest of holy rivers.
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| On the banks of the Ganga in Varanasi |
Varanasi, mentioned in Inspired in India, Part 1, is one of the holiest Hindu cities and the most ancient,
continuously lived in city. It is one of the most important pilgrimage sites
for Hindus to make in a lifetime. On any given day, there are hundreds of
people in Varanasi making their pilgrimage to the banks of the Ganga. Perhaps
for this reason, it has an almost festival-like feel to it. Not in the sense of
cotton candy and carnival rides though. The atmosphere is charged with a thick
spiritual energy mixed with a good dose of Northern India chaos. Hindus come
here to bath in the Ganga and even take water from the river to bring it home
with them. An aarti ceremony (ceremony of light) takes place every night in the
main ghat on the banks of the river. In Varanasi, it is performed by several
Brahmin young men. (Brahmins are the priest caste). Afterwards people line up
to honor and be blessed by a guru.
In Part 1 of this post, I promised to share a few of my
experiences – from spiritual, to educational, to just plain sweet and comical.
These experiences have stayed bright in my heart and memory since visiting
India in 2005 and again in 2013. I hope in keeping my post short that you will
read it and feel some of the magic that the country and its people exude.
Maybe you too will catch the ‘visit India’ bug that I have!
Story from the Ganga in Varanasi
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| Aarti ceremony |
My travel partner and I made an offering to Ma Ganga (the Ganges
River), wishing blessings for our families and sprinkling water over our head
and arms. We continued our walk along the river, arriving at the main ghat.
There we were invited to take a seat, front and center, at the aarti ceremony.
A young man introduced himself to us, sweetly appointing himself our guide for
the evening. As the aarti ritual started, we sat with our “guide”, enthralled
by the light, the movement, the sounds. The other spectators/participants in
the ceremony were from all over India. Many of them made very long journeys to
get there. I quickly became enraptured in the ritual and the sea of devotees
sitting around me. It was one of those moments where remaining in the present
moment, no past, no future, felt very simple. The air was incense-filled and
burning candles seemed to fly in the air, creating an atmospheric vessel of
sorts to capture the sounds of chanting, signing and conch horns. For what felt
like an hour, the energetic vibration rising was visceral. In that place and time, I felt life giving me such an incredible
gift that it was hard to believe I was not dreaming it all.
As the ceremony came to a close, everyone was given a handful of
flower petals and crowded down to the Ganga’s edge to send them off into the
water. We again sprinkled Ganga water on our arms, then walked back up the
stairs. A line started to form in front of a Sadhu (holy man/guru) who had
been at the ceremony. Our guide told us that if we wanted to, we could get in
line ourselves and speak to him. Afraid of being disrespectful, my friend and I
were not Hindu after all, I asked our guide if he was sure this would be ok. He
reported back to us, after checking in, that there was no problem. The guru had
told him, “There is no matter that you are not Hindu. We are all one. We
all come from the same place.”
The Holy Man at the Ganga
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| Sadhu blessing |
I felt an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. As we
approached him, I gestured and said, “Namaskar”. The Sadhu gave me the Indian
head tilt as a sign of acknowledgement, then he put a smudge of red kumkuma on
my forehead (third eye, third chakra). I looked him in the eyes and paused as
if stuck there. Again he acknowledged me with the head tilt and a soft smile.
I felt a major emotional wave being received through my whole body: it was
an intense sense of connection, acceptance, peace and amazement. I felt honored
to be there. Somehow, when I looked into his eyes and saw the peace and
stillness that he held within, it raised my own vibration to feel more
connected than I had ever felt before. We spoke for a few minutes. The Sadhu
invited us to visit his ashram before we left Varanasi.
Emotion welled up in me, but I held it back. I walked back to
our guide and fished in my pockets for money to distract myself. I offered our
guide 10 or 20 rupees before we parted ways. To my utter astonishment, he
turned away the money. He said, “No, no rupees. I not do this for money. I do
this to share you the meaning of India.” I was speechless. Then unable to hold
back a tidal wave of positive emotion, I was overflowing in gratitude. I could
barely catch my breath and did not try to catch the tears that were flowing.
Tears of love, acceptance and belonging. Embraced by a culture seemingly not my
own, but then it was.
Looking for an inspiring yoga retreat in India?
This journey has the perfect combination of cultural immersion, historical interest, local interaction, yoga exploration and practice, plus spectacular festivities!
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About the Author, Sandy Kingsley
