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Thursday, April 30, 2009

An open pot of water




Dear Friends,

Kindly put a pot full of water in the balcony for birds to quench their thirst in this hot summer.
If your house is a row house type, request you to do the same for the animals (dogs, cats).
Let us try to protect the birds & animals, who can’t speak their troubles.

I have kept a vessel filled with water where I hope birds will come to drink.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I did not make chapatis for a living,



I made them to live with the Mountain. I did not get paid for making chapatis. I got food and roof. It was a hippie thing, it was not a survival strategy. Please read the novel, A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage, to get it.

I am so happy that finally I have a controversy to rant about.

This article appeared in Hindustan Times Cafe, April 23rd, a few days after the mumbai launch. Click on image to read.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

this one is for me



I stumbled upon this marathi bhajan (devotional song) I used to sing so often in the past. I had written the words in my phone diary (yes, it was in those days when we wrote down phone numbers).

I have heard this song at least ten times today, and being a computer illiterate, I don't know where to save it.

I sign off with this post, humming these words:

Tuja whaavi, jyachi preeti, tyachi, ghadavi sangati...


(may you get to sit with the one you fall in love.)

Monday, April 27, 2009

Bhavam Madhuram

I am just back from a four day dip in bliss. All we did was talk about the different bhavas, or bombs that explode your consciousness, or paths to the Beloved. The meditations we practiced were more powerful than anything I have ever done, or imagined in my life. Some meditations were something I might have wanted to do, but never had the guts. And some of the tations I have done earlier, but never knew why.

Yes, this spliff has a name. Bhakti Spurna Programme. Designed by Swami Nithyananda, conducted by Gyanananada Maharaj. Don't go by his name, he is a very sweet fellow. He flooded us with stories of his transformation, how he met the master, the ashram life, all those juicy bits.

The last I read about the five different bhavas was in the Gospel of Shree Ramakrishna. I remember feeling that the explanations were too short. In a two volume book set of a thousand pages, only half a page had the bhavas. Many a times I have visited that page, willing the saint to come out of the book and tell me more.

Well, finally he listened to me.

There are five bhavas, Vatsalya, Matru, Dasa, Sakha and Madhur. Here are a few thoughts and impressions I went through over the last four days, regarding the bhavas.

Vatsalya bhava: Looking at God / Existence as a child. (Vatsalya = motherly)

ex: Yashoda with Krishna.

image: Yashoda running behind Krishna with butter in her hand. Yashoda is the universal mother.

tation: Sit for a few minutes and feel that you are the mother of all existence. Then walk out the door, barefoot (Yes!) , and feel the child in all objects, animate and inanimate, that you encounter.

my experience: I hugged a tree, let some tears flow down the bark, and then I sat under it and felt child earth, with all my four paws, told her not to run around the sun so fast, and scolded her for continuously fighting with little moon. Then I went into a corner of the building (because swamiji has said somewhere that there are so many corners that we never step onto) and patted the half tiles on the floor.

Then I came back to my seat and took out my child from my purse and read a few lines from it that represented Vatsalya bhava eggjactly.

Here is an excerpt from my book, A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage:

(The protagonist is sitting in a busy restaurant with a group of friends, in Tiruvannamalai, the Mountain town.)

I got up from the table and walked towards the kitchen. Young girls were hurrying in and out with trays of food. I was wondering if I could order a cup of coffee.

And then I saw it.

On a table near the kitchen door, a tray with used cups next to him, a baby was howling away. All alone.

I looked around. No one was bothered; they were either too busy or not concerned.

I went near him and touched him. He screamed louder. A stink told me he had done the deed. Yuk! What to do?

“Would you mind washing him in the toilet, please?” An extremely hassled foreigner holding a steaming tray of food made this request.

“Ya sure!” How could I say no to a German?

I picked up the screaming babe, held him slightly away from my body and went to the loo. I opened the tap and held his butt under it, his head resting on my elbow. I looked away. Aagh! Yuk!

“You will have to remove the knickers first.” This was Jonathan giving directions from the door.

By the time it was done, he was wet and naked, yelling on top of his voice.

“He is a boy!” Jonathan said, with pride.

“Will you get a towel from somewhere, please?” I had to shout to be heard.

A towel came, along with a bottle of warm milk.

Five minutes later there was silence, as the babe sucked on the nipple, wrapped in the towel, settled on my lap. Why did it feel like such an achievement?

After the milk, he was silent, his eyes closed. I gazed at his face. He was fair, with a big forehead. He smiled and opened his eyes, looking straight at me. The look lasted about ten seconds. Neither of us blinked. Then he closed his eyes and smiled off to sleep.

His name was Hansraj and he was six months old. My name was Gopika and I was his slave.

Wayne had flashed me a glimpse of what it could be to hold a babe; the Mountain plonked a divine child in my lap. Just looking at him smile was darshan. Now I know how artists sculpt god’s face. They have a baby at home.

I spent almost all my day with him. I took him to the ashram, to different tea shops, to the satsangs in town. Since it was difficult to remove my sandals holding a child, I would leave them back in the room. This was my new sadhana, walking barefoot in Tiru with a babe in my arms.


Matru bhava: Looking at God as a mother.

ex: Ramakrishna's obsession with Kali Maa

At first glance, this bhava is synonymous with the bundle of joy that is childhood. Carefree, playful, innocent, naughty. No thoughts for the morrow, Mum and Dad take care of it all. And how does a child deal with pain? With integrity and intensity. There he works hard, he bawls out loud.

Cry to God with yearning and you shall surely see him, Ramakrishna said . Cry to the universal mother with the intensity of a lost child and be comforted. Lose all self respect or stiffness that being an adult has baggaged you with. Howl it all out. Works better than any pranayama in cleansing out the heaviness.

Dasa Bhava : Looking at God as Master (Dasa = servant)

ex. Hanuman with Rama, Ananda with Buddha, Shabari with Rama, etc.

All these bhavas are about how to drop the mind, the ego. Dasa bhava is a powerful tool of transformation. I mean, look at Hanuman. The man flew holding up a mountain in one hand! From North India to South India!

Those who experience work as worship, the karma yogis, jell with this bhava. ' Sharanam '
is the mantra here, and the trick and the ticket.

Job-jumping grasshoppers like me should keep there mouth shut on this bhava, me thinks. I could never surrender to my boss.

Sakha Bhava : Looking at God as a friend.

ex. Krishna and Arjuna

This bhava breeds an attitude of friendliness to everyone around us. Friendship, I used to think, is all about togetherness and communication. However, it is also about freedom. When I came home last night and told my husband that he is free to be as he is, his happiness knew no bounds.

Adding the dimension of friendliness can deepen any relationship. When God comes down as a guru, you get a friend who accepts you with all your faults.

Madhur Bhava: Looking at God as a divine lover. (Madhur = sweet)

ex. Radha and Krishna, Gopis and Gopala, Shiv and Parvati, Meerabai, etc.

This is my favorite bhava. For one, there is no doership here. Action happens. The Gopi leaves the pot of milk boiling on the fire and runs out the door when Krishna plays his flute.

And two, all unnecessary thoughts disappear. A Gopi was calling out to Radha when Radha was immersed in Krishna consciousness. Radha did not respond. Instead of taking her to an ear specialist, like my mother would have done, the Gopi called out, 'Krishna!' And tricked Radha into attention.

Third, there is no question of 'will he, wont he.' Parvati does not take no for an answer. Even from an ascetic like Shiva himself.

Which is why, a bhakta is never worried about enlightenment. Because bhakti itself is the promise, it is the shehnai playing before the wedding.

Here is song from my book. If I could sing it to you...

I am that I am,

I am that I am.

Soham Shivoham,

Soham Shivoham

I hear the silence calling me,

So softly calling me.

I hear the silence calling me,

To the place where I have always been.

I am burning and burning,

I am burning and burning in your grace.

Surrender to thy Mystery,

Awaken to your Beauty...

I hear the silence calling me...

So softly calling me

I hear the silence calling me...

To the place where I have always been.

Soham Shivoham...

Soham Shivoham

I am that I am



Charlie Chaplin in love

Charlie Chaplin on his 70th birthday:

As I Began to Love Myself

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is "AUTHENTICITY".
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person,
even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it,
and even though this person was me.
Today I call it "RESPECT".
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it "Maturity".
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time,
and everything happens at the exactly right moment.
So I could be calm.
Today I call it "SELF-CONFIDENCE".
As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm.
Today I call it "SIMPLICITY".
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health -
food, people, things, situations, and everything the drew me down and away from myself.
At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism.
Today I know it is "LOVE OF ONESELF".
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right,
and ever since I was wrong less of the time.
Today I discovered that is "MODESTY".
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry about the future.
Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING is happening.
Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it "FULFILLMENT".
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick.
But As I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally.
Today I call this connection "WISDOM OF THE HEART".
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others.
Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.
Today I know THAT IS "LIFE"!

Monday, April 20, 2009

The Marriage walk

'I was thinking.' Wife says.

'What.'... Hubby.

'what is the source of our convictions.' W

'what'. H

'For example. This hindu -muslim fanaticism. Have you ever really thought about it. About how we form our opinions.'

'What about it.'

'I was chatting with a friend today. G -chatting. And she said that the riots in Gujarat taught the Muslims a lesson.'

'A lot of people think like that.'

'Yes, but what is the basis for this kind of thinking?'

'A lack of education, I think'.

'Oh come on. This friend of mine is quite educated.'

'I don't mean text-book education. I mean intelligently arriving at an opinion.'

'How do we form our opinions? How did you form your opinion?'

'By thinking about it.' he said.

'Really? No, really? Did you ever think that hindus and muslims are brothers and we shouldn't fight, blah blah....'

'Well, I didn't have to think, I just knew..'

'How did you know?'

'What are you driving at? Just tell me what I am supposed to say.' he says.

'Aren't all these ideas inherited? Secular parents breed secular children. And a secular spouse ...

'Ok, I acknowledge. All my thoughts, ideas, I acknowledge to you and to my parents. Now can I go back to my comp?'

'Bye.'

Friday, April 17, 2009

A flute, a song, and some words




The mumbai launch of A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage happened day before yesterday. The reason why I havent blogged it yet was I was waiting for some exclusive snaps .

This hug by Chetan was his hello to me. Chetan was really natural at the discussion on the dias.
He asked me a few questions which I answered the classical spiritual way: I dont know.
So I will answer them now.
'This book,' he said, 'read very well. It was really interesting to see how a woman's mind jumps around. You know, it is a big mystery. How does a womans mind actually work? Or why is a woman like this? So unpredictable?'
'I dont have the faintest idea, Chetan.' -is what I said.
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this is what I should have said:
'Once, there was a man who opened a bottle and out popped a genie.
'Ask for a boon. Whatever you want.' the genie said to the man.
The man thought for a while and replied,
'You know, I have this fear of flying, and I just cant get myself on a plane, because of which I lose a lot of buiseness. It would be so convienient if you could make a nice long flyover from Mumbai to Calcutta, where only I can drive.'
'A flyover from Mumbai to Cal? Are you mad? Do you know how much work that is? How many bories of cement? Please, can you please ask for something else? ' said the stressed out genie.
'Ok, cool, no worries. Here is my second request. You know, I have been married twice and I still cant figure out how a womans mind works. Can you like give me a map, a guideline of how a woman might behave in different circumstances?'
The genie thought deeply for a while and answered , 'This flyover you wanted, do you want a double lane one or a single lane will do?'
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On a serious note, though, I dont identify myself too much with being a woman, so I really didnt have an answer to this question, Chetan.
This pic below is the proof of the launch. The shortest one in the center is me. On my left is Chetan Bhagat, on his left is Rajat kapoor. On my right is Tisca Chopra and then Purab Kohli. We are all holding copies of the Grashopper.


'This is how a book launch should be.' was a comment from Chetan that was an icing on the cake.
More pics will be uploaded as soon as I get them.
Meanwhile read this article about a barefoot grasshopper that appeared in mid-day.



Sunday, April 12, 2009

I didnt know to sing without crying

till I sang in my book launch today.

This post is dedicated to Nirali, to thank her for taking me to her favorite temple, for being the host for the launch in Ahmedabad, for designing the cover of the book, and for urging me to sing at the launch.

While sorting out the pages of the novel for something nice to read out, I came across a piece that has a song at the end. I read it out to her and she loved it.

'There is only one problem.' I said.

'What.'

'I cant sing in public.'

'Why not?

'I might cry. It's too risky.

'Lets take the risk. Lets make a fool of ourselves, let others enjoy at our cost. Really.'

Something in her voice gave me the courage. I sang once (in a voice shaking with fear), and then a dear freind who had come for the launch, asked me to sing again. And the second time, my voice opened and expanded my conscousness in the entire hall.

So at least once in my life, for a few prescous moments, I sang in public, loud and clear!!!

Video clip of the same to be uploaded soon.

Thank you, Nirali.

And those of you in Mumbai, who dont yet know, please do come for the launch tomorrow, am pasting the details from an email by my sister:

I'm happy to invite you to the launch of my sister Manjushree Abhinav's debut novel, A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage, by Chetan Bhagat, the bestselling novelist, Tisca Chopra, renowned for her performance in Taare Zameen Pe, and Purab Kohli, whose popularity has surged with Rock On.

The launch is at 7 pm, on Wednesday, 15th April, at Crossword, Dynamix Mall, Near Chandan, Juhu, Bombay.

I'm looking forward to meeting you. It's an open event, so please do spread the word by forwarding this message to your friends and family

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Grasshopper reviewed by a Psychoanalyst!

To have my book reviewed by friends and journalists was of course very nice. But to have my family friend cum psychiatrist review the book in such a beautiful way is a sure certificate of sanity.

Before you read the review, here is a family joke:

When I was sixteen years old, my mother took me to an ear specialist.

This was what the doctor, after a thorough examination, wrote down the diagnosis:

Mother thinks daughter cant hear. Daughter is sixteen years old.

Book review- By Rita Aggarwal - Consulting Psychoanalyst.

( Hitvada - Sunday Times, 15th February, 2009)

A Grasshopper’s Pilgrimage”

Delightful is the word. Gopika’s, hip hop through the different modern brands of Hindu religion in her spiritual quest for the universal truth and search for her-self is a story that is told in an effortless and humorous way. It does not have the heavy weight of a false seriousness about God realisation nor does it have the suffocating intellectualism of the philosophical search for truth. Instead, it is full of life in all its colours including rebellion, disgust, fear, love, nurturance, altruism, and passion. The protagonist is a young ‘bhakt’ and follows the path of ‘bhakti’ and devotion. She gets fascinated and attached to whichever saint she comes across in her journey and wants to explore their philosophical teachings. She picks up many pearls of wisdom from all of them, not condemning, but accepting all of them as they touch her life. She sings, dances, paints, cooks, cleans, serves, nurtures, heals and everything that is required to come close to God, through his mortal mediums. She does not study the religious texts and nor does she pursue truth through the path of knowledge.

Sudhir Kakar, the psychoanalyst says ‘the spiritual has to be the rule and not the exception in human life.’ He further adds that ‘the spiritual quest, except for those rare people who have set their sights on the summits of spirituality, is then not a search but a re-cognition of the many instances when the spirit touches the psyche. The challenge is to be aware of the spiritual moments as we travel through life, to look around and see again with the innocent eye.’ Manjushree’s writing has precisely that flavor.

As if, it comes straight from Manjushree’s heart. Her pen flows naturally with an ease that is amazing. The language is simple, good and enchanting. It captivates your interest and you cannot put it down till you finish it. It tickles your senses and makes the reading light. Many Indians would identify with the grasshopper brand of spiritual journey. She succeeds in telling the story effectively.

I have known the author Manjushree off and on, when she would come home to her parents during vacations, since her FTII days and she always came through as an honest person who believes in speaking her mind. As if she hated any pretense in her life, as they would express her-self straight and let the listener digest the facts as they like! I liked that quality of hers immensely as she stood for what she believed. Writing was her first love, she would say. However, it was her younger sister Rajashree, who penned her first novel ‘Trust me’, two years ago which is a best seller and Manjushree could wait no longer, perhaps!

The book seems that it picks up from her personal experiences and could be a lot biographical. I am not sure about that yet. This is Manjushree’s first book and she has a great career in fiction writing if she takes it up seriously. I am proud of her as she is a girl from my own city of Nagpur. She has successfully joined the band of Indian writers in English.

Published this year, by Rupa and Co., the book is reasonably priced at Rs. 150/- only. The cover design is by Nirali Shah and illustrations by Kajal Shah. The book has comments of praise by the famous lyricist Gulzar, Anurag Kashyap, the filmmaker and scriptwriter and by Amandeep Sandhu, the author of ‘Sepia Leaves’.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Grasshopper in DNA

While I was sitting on my doorstep pulling oil this morning, I opened the newspaper and saw the cover picture of my novel, in the DNA newspaper. Yes, I know one is not supposed to multitask while oil pulling, but tell me, can health be more important than name and fame? ;)

Here is the link, but its not readable, so I have stolen it. Here is the review:


DailyNews & Analysis

Sunday, April 05, 2009

DNASundayBangalore Page10

Hopping into the inner self

Previous life connections answer existential questions in the practical world

SumaaTekur

The characters of A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage operate on a different, intangible plane.
It's a world where people recognise each other from previous lifetimes, where "shining
eyes" mean that the person is on a glowing spiritual path and where instincts and
premonitions play out in lif e's drama exactly the way the mind had seen them.
Gopika, a single PYT (pretty young thing) from Calcutta, braves the grime, dirt and
the crowded train rides of Mumbai to work in a television channel, a perfectly sane
job which she finds absurd. Gopika rebuff s potential boy friends, has long
conversations on existential questions with her colleague, Sujata, and is on a hunt for
a guru who can answer all her questions.

Her heart is hooked to various anchors as she flits from one guru to the next. In
Mumbai, she finds solace in the teachings of spiritual teacher, Ramesh. He say s that
we are all nothing but screws in a large piece of machinery that is life. This becomes
her life mantra.

Written in a simple and lucid style, A Grasshopper's Pilgrimage is not a book just
about spiritual quest. It would then have been just another 170-odd pages added to
the "fiction-spiritual" genre. The story is about a practical world that strives to meet
conventional expectations and a world which wants to break the mould and start over. What makes the book a

pleasurable read is that the author has managed to f ind a meeting point f or the two worlds — one that has not y et started asking questions and another that has all the questions and is struggling to f ind the answers. It would be more appropriate to call it the butterf ly 's pilgrimage, perhaps.

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Grasshopper goes back to Ahmedabad



(Click on image if you really want to come and really want to read the address.)

This is a special moment for me because this book was born, written in Ahmedabad. The cover is designed by super dooper friend, Nirali Shah, and the images are illustrated by painter artist freind Kajal Shah. Both of them are from Ahemedabad.

Kiran Sethi, director of the Riverside school, is more of Pavan's friend than mine. After all, she never gives me a high-five. Here is a small film I made two years ago, starring Pavan and Kiran.
The voice over is by Pavan himself, when he was just beginning to speak in English.

Friday, April 3, 2009

why marry?

'Animals enjoy all the pleasures freely. Then why should we marry and suffer? '

To this question, Swami Nithyananda answers, and explains how a deep friendship can replace lust.

Man and animal are born polygamous but Man (if he is lucky) can have the choice to die monogamous. How? By marrying, of course.

Lust is more or less a psychological need for confirmation of love. Once you are convinced that this person will love you no matter what, lust reduces.

If you are wondering why did you ever marry, this is a good talk for you. And if you are not married, maybe this will inspire you to marry.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pull oil

Sometimes I really wish I was a doctor. At least then my folks wouldn't reject my alternative therapies so blatantly. Mother dear doesn't let me walk barefoot when we are together. In fact, she moped some heavy duty cream on them and put them inside socks! (Yuk!) In peak summer! To soften them, she said.

But at least she pulled oil, or swished oil, for two three minutes (it should be done for fifteen to twenty minutes), when I told her it can help regulate high blood pressure. But dad, he is of the firm opinion that we shouldn't make claims that oil pulling can cure diseases. I told him that there is research to back what I am saying, but being dad, he knows best.

So this is for you skeptics, the stick in mud non-adventurous species of humans who think they know.

Here is an article I pasted from here.

Dr. F. Karach, M.D., presented a paper before the All-Ukrainian Association. The meeting was attended by oncologists and bacteriologists belonging to the Academy of Science of the USSR. Dr. Karach explained an unusual simple healing process using cold-burnt oils.

The results of this therapy invoked astonishment and doubt concerning the contents of his report. However, after further examining the workings of the oil therapy, one has but to then test it on oneself to prove its validity and effectiveness. It is most astonishing that such results can be achieved with this absolutely harmless biological healing method. This simple method makes it possible to effectively treat the most varied diseases, in some cases enabling one to avoid surgical intervention and the taking of medications that can have harmful side effects.The exciting factor of this healing method is its simplicity. It consists of swishing cold-burnt oil in the mouth( Sunflower or Seasme, Pl. note you don't need to go for organic oils only, A normal refined sunflower oil bought from any supermarket proven to be effective in many people). The healing process is accomplished by the human organism on its own. In this way it is possible to heal cells, tissue and all organs simultaneously; the body itself gets rid of toxic waste without disturbing the healthy microflora. Dr. Karach says human beings are living only half their life span. They could potentially live healthy to be 140 to 150 years old.

The method
In the morning before breakfast on an empty stomach you take one tablespoon in the mouth but do not swallow it. Move Oil Slowly in the mouth as rinsing or swishing and Dr Karach puts it as ' sip, suck and pull through the teeth' for fifteen to twenty minutes. This process makes oil thoroughly mixed with saliva. Swishing activates the enzymes and the enzymes draw toxins out of the blood. The oil must not be swallowed, for it has become toxic. As the process continues, the oil gets thinner and white. If the oil is still yellow, it has not been pulled long enough.It is then spit from the mouth , the oral cavity must be thoroughly rinsed and mouth must be washed thoroughly. Just use normal tap water and good old fingers to clean.

Clean the sink properly, you can use some antibacterial soap to clean the sink. Because the spittle contains harmful bacteria and toxic bodily waste. If one were to see one drop of this liquid magnified 600 times under a microscope, one would see microbes in their first stage of development.

It is important to understand that during the oil-pulling/swishing process one's metabolism is intensified. This leads to improved health. One of the most striking results of this process is the fastening of loose teeth, the elimination of bleeding gums and the visible whitening of the teeth.

The oil pulling /swishing is done best before breakfast. To accelerate the healing process, it can be repeated three times a day, but always before meals on an empty stomach.

Precautions
(a) Do not swallow. The oil should be spat out. But inadvertently if you swallow there is nothing to worry. It will go out through faeces. Nothing is to be done.

( If you are allergic to a particular brand of oil, change the brand of oil or oil itself to different oil.

© Sunflower and Sesame oil have been found to be equally effective in curing diseases. Other oils were not found to be as good. Do not blame oil pulling by practicing with other oils. Use refined oils.


Results of Oil Pulling
The result of this healing research has attracted amazement and resulted in further research. This additional research concerning Oil Therapy has now been thoroughly documented, especially with regard to physiological similarities between individuals. It is surprising that through this biological healing method a wide variety of symptoms have unquestionably disappeared without any side-effects. This simple method makes it possible completely heal such a wide variety of diseases which would normally be treated by an operation or by powerful or potent Drugs, usually with significant side-effects.

The simplicity of this healing system in which Oil is swirled backwards and forwards in the mouth, is due to the stimulating effect which it has on the body's eliminatory system.

Through this method it is possible to heal individual cells, cell conglomerates such as lymph nodes and more complex tissues such as internal organs simultaneously. This occurs because the beneficial microflora throughout the body are provided with a healthy continuum. Without this natural bodily intrusive element evinced by the microflora the usual pattern of human health tends to lean towards illness rather than wellness. Dr. Karach anticipates that regular application of this treatment by reversing this process so that wellness is the dominant state of the human body is likely to increase the average human lifespan to approximately 150 years, double the present life expectancy.

Dr. Karach is supported in this view by other colleagues in the world.
By means of this treatment {Oil } it is invariably the result that diseases like migraine headaches, bronchitis, diseased teeth, arterio thrombosis, chronic blood disorders such as leukemia, arthritis and related illnesses, neuro physiological paralysis, eczema, gastro enteritis, peritonitis, heart disease, kidney disease, meningitis, and women’s hormonal disorders are completely eliminated from the organism. The benefit of Dr. Karach's method is that the oil therapy heals the whole body in perpetuity. In terminal diseases such as cancer, Aids and chronic infections this treatment method has been shown to successfully replace all others. Dr. Karach has successfully healed a chronic leukemia patient with 15 years of harsh treatment methods behind him. Acute arthritis in 1 patient who was totally bedridden was removed from his body in 3 days with no inflammation apparent.

NOTE: The recommended oils to use are Sunflower Oil, Seasme Oil. We are receiving many emails about which oil to use. Our experience with thousands of people across the globe says USE COLD burnt OIL as first choice, if it is not available use REFINED OIL ( which seems to be effective in the process too). We have observed that any oil other than SUNFLOWER or SEASME may not be effective.






Wednesday, April 1, 2009

weekend meditation workshop in mumbai

Ananda Spurna Programme, a weekend meditation camp designed by swami Nithyananda is to happen in mumbai.

Date : 4 th and 5 th of April

Venue: Nalanda Hall, ground floor,Times of India Bldg, Opp CST (VT)station.

Fee: Rs 1200, and for repeaters Rs 500.

Contact: Madhuri - 9821162999 or David - 9321931798

Time : 8.30 am. to 8.30pm.

(Participants should have breakfast and come. Lunch, tea/coffee/biscuits will be provided. White clothes preferably; to avoid onion, garlic, green chillies, alcohol, smoking, non-veg for the two days.)

A post of my personal experience after I attended this camp is here. It will give you a hint of the wonderful inner cleansing that you can go through.