Love and Hope. A lovely Indian story...
I came across this story on google. There are many magical stories here in India. I feel the Indian people have so much faith and trust in God, it is a pleasure for me to experience this. The story is told by an Indian lady who's father used to tell it to her, and other people...
My father often tells the story of an old man. Who went to a temple in the Himalayas. He traveled long and after a tiresome journey, finally walked up the steps of the temple, to see the poojari locking up the gates of the temple.
“Please open the gate I have traveled long to come here” said the old man.
“The temple is closed for the next six months. The deity has been taken to a temple in the valley.”
The old man was disappointed.. It was getting chilly and dark. The poojari ( temple priest) felt sorry for the old man. He handed over his shawl and told him “Sleep near the verandah. U can make your way back in the morning.”
The old man sat in the front of the temple, shivering in the chilly, misty night, and surrounded by the huge, silent mountains. He must have dozed off. He felt someone patting him awake and saw the poojari standing in front of him.
“I couldn’t leave u here. I will stay with u. We can play dice to pass the time.”
They spent the whole night, playing dice. Finally it was morning and the old man’s eyes were moist as he walked down the steps. He knew that he wouldn’t be healthy enough to make the long journey 6 months later
As he walked down, he saw the poojari climb up from below.
The poojari looked amazed. “Are u still here?”
“Still here?” The old man was confused.
“Yes I remember you were here 6 months back. I am here to open the temple again..”
Realization dawned on the old man. He had been playing dice with the deity of the temple…! He had been protected in God’s arms, not for a night but for 6 months..!!
My father used to tell this story to impress upon us that God would protect us and look after us.
We just had to trust in him.
This is the Gangortri Temple where the old man went to.
I find this a very inspiring story for us all.God plays dice with us all, not just the old man. We just have to be aware of it...
This year I went Gangortri Temple with some friends,out of season. It was a hard long journey for us all, and we were in a 4 wheel drive.!I Met some wonderful peple along the way. The mountain people are so beautiful. I will share with you some of the photos I took on our journey...
On our way I caught the sun lightening up this tree.
We are getting higher now.
Oh the stunning energy of the Sacred Himalayas.
The water you see is the Sacred River Ganga.
Closer up of the one above.
The Sacred River Ganga.
Me with all the divine energy embracing me.
A mountain boy training with his pet goat. It was amazing to watch them both charging each other
with out hurting the other...
My friend Morris and I having some fun on the way.
An old man who had cycled all the way from Bombay. Trully amazing!!!
I took the following photos of some beautiful mountain people we met along the way.
Reaching Gangotri. Me freezing cold.
The Sacred water of Mother Ganga.
Thank you for spending time to share part of my journey to Gangoriti. May the light of our creator shine on you all ,now ,and for all eternity...
Yours in spirit and Love
Shoshana
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