There was a beautiful old temple, that was somewhere that felt like India. It was huge, majestic, and rich in culture. Lots of courtyards, and plenty of space for pilgrims to walk, and sit in meditative prayer. The colour of the goburam was simply, cream. Many beautiful carvings depicting ancient puranic stories lined the walls.
I was seated among thousands of devotees, all of whom were facing the main Devasthanam of the temple. The curtains were drawn, I could see they were red in colour.All around, people were seated with their eyes closed, or their hands clasped in prayer.
Something was happening behind the curtain, but I couldn't picture what it was. Then I realised it was probably the priests getting ready to do abishegam.
The curtains were drawn.
And there, right in the middle of the Devasthanam where the statue of the main presiding deity of the temple usually is, was Swami, seated with one leg folded and one hand raised in blessings for all. He was smiling, dressed in this brilliant white robe, looking just the way I always see Him in my dreams - young, strong, handsome.
For a good ten to fifteen minutes, I sat transfixed, watching as these two priests conducted abishegam on Swami. They poured milk, kunkumam, chandanam, and a variety of other offerings on Him. The most vivid memory was that of the palabishegam. It flowed like a river down Swami, who was still seated just as He was before, a smile splendidly radiating from His face.
After that, they placed a beautiful garland on Swami. He smiled,...and I woke up.
A dream I had almost 4 years ago...always remain etched in my memories.
I was seated among thousands of devotees, all of whom were facing the main Devasthanam of the temple. The curtains were drawn, I could see they were red in colour.All around, people were seated with their eyes closed, or their hands clasped in prayer.
Something was happening behind the curtain, but I couldn't picture what it was. Then I realised it was probably the priests getting ready to do abishegam.
The curtains were drawn.
And there, right in the middle of the Devasthanam where the statue of the main presiding deity of the temple usually is, was Swami, seated with one leg folded and one hand raised in blessings for all. He was smiling, dressed in this brilliant white robe, looking just the way I always see Him in my dreams - young, strong, handsome.
For a good ten to fifteen minutes, I sat transfixed, watching as these two priests conducted abishegam on Swami. They poured milk, kunkumam, chandanam, and a variety of other offerings on Him. The most vivid memory was that of the palabishegam. It flowed like a river down Swami, who was still seated just as He was before, a smile splendidly radiating from His face.
After that, they placed a beautiful garland on Swami. He smiled,...and I woke up.
A dream I had almost 4 years ago...always remain etched in my memories.
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