Every Place has its own vibrations. This is something I had heard until now.

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Going for a camp, a CHYK Camp, seems pretty natural and obvious. So when I decided to go for one, I basically had no specific expectations other than that of “just being” a part of it. As the camp unfolded and I experienced various activities and satsang sessions it felt gratifying. So far so good. Our first session would start at 7:30 in the morning and naturally we were supposed to be ready by then. What I used to do was, get ready much early and go for a walk. The smell that came in the morning, in the CIRS campus, that wet smell of sand mixed with God only knows what was for me magnetically pleasing. Walking around, I kept on asking myself, why am I doing this? Why can’t I just sleep? (Ok I do have a certain addiction for certain smells, but I knew this wasn’t just the smell). What is it that makes me so positive and willing every morning to do this? Yet, no answer.

 

 

Learning the meanings of Gurudev’s names and listening to stories about him was inspiring. Every name, in an essence of its own was a guided path to reach somewhere. Whatever that “somewhere” was in our lives, there was at least one name which if studied and practised, would be a guiding light to our own growth. All this sounds so great and rewarding, doesn’t it? It was. All I felt was that something in me was moulding itself. Moulding itself to be more flexible. A very beautiful thing about our scriptures is that they can show us the telescopic and the microscopic aspect of something so subtly and then leave everything to our vivek. Why is it that we need these typical guidelines about dos and don’ts of life? Because these are those subtle capsules that help us realise what matters and why. They are answers to those questions which we don’t even realise exist. They start where google ends.

 

To me, this camp brought me back to reality. Reality that there is a lot that I have to learn, do and serve. What I came back with, was the conviction that I have all the power to do what needs to be done. An experience like this makes you feel humbled, if nothing, at the end; humbled, not in front of a person or a place or an object, but in front of knowledge. And that is something whose existence one can’t deny. Being in a place like CIRS was so transcendental no words can describe it. The vibrations and the positivity that I felt during a particular activity struck something so deep within me, it made me apprehend that what I seek isn’t so far and unrealistic.

 

 

We all are living these so called fast lives, so then why is it that we go for such camps to such places maybe once or twice a year? Why is a small little camp so important? Because, it transforms. It transforms that in us who is doubting and ignorant to that who has faith and strength. The key is tightened again to remind us what is forgotten and to strengthen what is remembered. The setu between scriptures and practicality is what we all need. In absence of this, we lose it, become vulnerable, weak and ignorant. Morality doesn’t have degree courses, but it is the very soul of life.

 

Vibrations are. Vibrations will be.