I continue listening to the first and second prayers. I sang along and danced. The movements were in the flow, in a state of immersion. I felt a familiar inner delight; I have heard something similar before. I want to keep listening and listening.
My consciousness shifts to certain moments from my memories. The altars and temples are different, unusual. And we always gathered together, sang and danced. We raised our hands upward. There were extraordinarily beautiful white patterns on the floor, like snowflakes.
A huge rose-lotus flower made of delicate pink crystal, with its petals unfurled and a bud in the center. And we are all inside the flower, singing and dancing in a circle.
I felt an incredible delight within.
Thank you, OM Shanti.


My consciousness shifts to certain moments from my memories. The altars and temples are different, unusual. And we always gathered together, sang and danced. We raised our hands upward. There were extraordinarily beautiful white patterns on the floor, like snowflakes.
A huge rose-lotus flower made of delicate pink crystal, with its petals unfurled and a bud in the center. And we are all inside the flower, singing and dancing in a circle.
I felt an incredible delight within.
Thank you, OM Shanti.