A Quest for Community
A personal journal of my first journeys to Damanhur & Auroville.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
The morning came quickly. I had
stayed awake most of the night along with one other person. When we
came back out of the Temple into the dawn of a new day, all of the
colors were unusually intense - the green of the trees, the blue of the
sky, and the view of the valley from the helicopter platform outside
the entrance was startling in its beauty. Misty white streamers of fog
were swirling upward as the sun's rays penetrated into the valley. And
the air itself was sparkling with golden prana. It was beautiful.
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