The Magic of Satsang - Ch 1
I still remember the first few times I went to satsang, after completing my first Art of Living course in Nov'97; my teacher (Dinesh Nair) would nudge and coax me to sing and clap. Then I would start singing and clapping, as though I was being punished, out of an obligation towards my teacher, I would participate and get thoroughly bored and shocked at the same time, looking at other people sway to their own singing, which was out of key and rhythm and very far from being melodious. And today, for me, satsang is an inseparable part of not just my life, but of my very existence. Its too profound for words to describe. This and the next few posts in the series titled 'The Magic of Satsang' I will be attempting to translate and convey my understanding and experiences of Satsang. Less than one hour ago, I read what the great Sage Vasistha had to say about satsang, in his dialogue with Lord Sri Rama, popularly known as 'The Yoga Vasistha'. Excerpted from pg 30 of 'Th...