with tilak, in ecstasy, walking through evening in Tiru before the night of the celebration of Shivaratri, the anniversary of Shiva's lingham manifestation, and or the marriage of Shiva to Parvati. Whatever the reason, its a wonderful celebration and the air is thick with the joy and excitement. Jyoti and I shop through all the small vendors crowded around the temple, gathering fruits and flowers and pooja supplies for tomorrow. He tells me, tomorrow you do Shiva Pooja. well im a bit nervous having never done anything like this before, but i am definitely going native and this is no place to stop. The one who performs the pooja is the receiver of the gifts of Shiva and im asking for the big one, liberation which is my freedom , the destruction of the prison, built by Brahma, maintained by Vishnu and destroyed by Shiva, let this be my independence day. the temple of the mountain Arunachala that Jyoti sustains and keeps alive in his Master Baba's absence, is simple in a cave and every item has been carried up the arduous rocky trail that ascends almost straight up the mountains steepest side, directly behind the massive 2000 year old Arunachaleswarar temple in downtown Tiruvannamalai. The true home of Shiva, though, is not in the massive temple but the mountain it sits next to, and that mountain top cave is the very center of the intense vibration of force that literally burns through all those who live and breathe around it. i have found the highest of the high and the purest of the pure and i am blessed beyond measure and look forward to the steep climb before the sun rises and the joy and love this day will bring.
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