After a month in Tiruvannamalai, I decided to escape the heat and head up to Thekkady in Western Ghats. No one comes here in June, at least not western tourists, so I ‘m the only guest in this homestay guest house, at a cost of 400 Rs or 5 euros per night. Which is fine with me. I can do my regular work + some reading and writing. There’s a lovely roof-top garden for guests. The temperatures are a nice 25 or 26 in the daytime, and there are lots of showers to keep everything fresh and green. Unlike elsewhere in India. According to the Guardian 43% of the country is in drought. Villagers are deserting their villages and farmers are committing suicide. Twenty-one Indian cities – including Delhi, Bangalore, Chennai and Hyderabad – are expected to run out of groundwater by 2020.
Social media links for US visa applicants
Trump administration to force US visa applicants to hand over social media details
(Was optional the last couple of years, but will now be required.)
Nearly all travellers to the US will be required to produce details of social media accounts they have used in the previous five years, as well as present and past phone numbers and email addresses.
After the approval of revised visa application forms, the US State Department is now requiring nearly all applicants for US immigrant and non-immigrant visas to list their Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube and other social media usernames.
The change is expected to affect some 15 million foreigners who travel to the US each year, including those who do so for business or education.
Only applicants for certain diplomatic and official visa types are exempted from the requirements.
beetle
A beautiful psychedelic sky-blue metal chrome beetle emerged on my bed and under my admiring gaze discharged a large drop of brown poop on to the sandalwood-scented white sheet.
Monkeys drop unripe mangoes that hit the roof like bombs. This is not as loud as the staccati bursts of fire crackers exploded during funeral processions.
Peacocks screech out suddenly at any time of the day or night, responding to one another’s calls.
Last night awoke to the smell of burning plastic – just the neighbours burning a pile of garbage in the street. I ran to close the shutters. I had already closed them on the southern side due to the maid’s burning a pile of leaves earlier in the day.
Between 2 AM and 4 AM it’s impossible to sleep. The air hovers around 30 C which the ceiling fan whips into a hot typhoon.
The pre-monsoon evening rains had lowered the temperature for a few days but now it is hot and dry again.
Ecclesia
“In the Roman basilica of Santa Sabina, site of the motherhouse of the order of Friars Preachers, the remains of a fifth century mosaic can be seen. It depicts two women, each with a book in her hand and beneath each is an inscription: Ecclesia ex Circumcisione on one side, Ecclesia ex Gentibus on the other. It provides evidence that even in the fifth century the Church was seen to be composed of two essential constituents: Jews and Gentiles — reconciled by the Cross of Jesus, gathered together as one people by Baptism. ”
I’m proofreading my scan of Bruno Hussar’s book “When the cloud lifted” for republication.
Tiruvannamalai
39 degrees and time for afternoon rest; following lunch with the standard fare of rice, rasam, sambar, gram, a spinach dish, perhaps, followed by buttermilk. Discussion about sadhana and Nehru, with my kind old host.
Among the devotees
I think I will stay about another week here in Tiruvannamalai. I arrived on May 13 to stay with an octogenarian friend in his home close to the ashram. I spend about four hours a day there, in a self-imposed schedule of meditation. The ashram imposes no strict rules upon visitors, or even guests who stay there. But there is a faithful community of devotees, Indian and foreign, who spend a good part of their day in its halls and grounds. Hebrew readers can see Tomer Persico’s article about it, or look at the pictures.
It’s my fifth visit to Tiru, but I know less about the town than most others where I’ve spent this amount of time. I’ve visited the grand old temple of course (once), climbed up Arunachala as far as the caves, and circumambulated around the hill (13 km) a couple of times, though not barefoot like a true believer.
Tiru, May 27 2019
D. in the evening pointed out the peacefulness of the place where he lives and said that “this moment would not return again.” He seems to be wishing me to enjoy the moment and make the most of it, and there is something in what he says, since my responses to it are for the most part fairly dull. Also, Dorit, in our phone call, asked me if I found this a place of inspiration. I was unable to give an unequivocal answer. I guess, for the most part, I do not feel anything special, and the annoyances are as great as the advantages. So it is hard to say. I feel for the most part peaceful in the ahsram halls, but not exactly inspired.
In addition, I have begun to develop some criticism for Ramana’s approach. I think it is an incomplete realization, that requires a follow up in real life. It starts with the self and does not seem to end in any broad vision of unity or kinship with others / the other. There is no other. and yet there is.
From an ecological viewpoint, it is true that a person possessed of self-realization will have few wants, will live on the bare minimum, which is what is required on our ravaged planet. But if one wants to live as a responsible world citizen and bring about change to a world confronting ecological disaster, something more is needed.
There was a sudden change in the weather this afternoon; blustery winds that brought the temperature down suddenly be several degrees, and a little rain. Quite refreshing.
Tiru, May 26, 2019
Did a little work for the office in the afternoon. Quite a hot day today. I’m thinking how to create an autonomous personal space in the cosmos, and am partially succeeding at this here in South India. My sitting mat defines this personal space. My bag has all the few things that I need: sitting mat, filter water bottle, phone – which does just about everything. Perhaps I should use it for keeping this journal. And, back in the house, a few more things. I think this may be the trend in the coming difficult age of enforced austerity, as the world becomes harder to inhabit. South India is certainly a good testing ground for global warming.
Sannyasa has meaning only in the context of adwaita vedanta, but it stems from a much older tradition of parivajak and hermit ascetics These too were masters at managing with the bare minimum of possessions, while living in a totally independent way with the cosmos. Because there is of course no true ability to live in any self-contained way: one takes as one’s garb the earth, its waters, the sky. We are simply seeking a modern paradigm for this.
Tiru, May 25 (evening) – 26, 2019
Found myself growing really exasperated with D. tonight. The dissonance between his assertions of nondualism and his constant disparagements of everyone around him is the salient feature of his discussion. As if there are two themes: Bhagavan (God) and the others (devils). I wonder if he is suffering from some form of paranoia (though his fears are actually well founded)? This does not go at all well with his philosophy. It would be better to acknowledge a failure to realize his understanding than to travel with this, pretending all the while that the universe is a figment. It’s obviously very real to him.
Slept poorly, with this and other thoughts. The “Good Night” anti-mosquito stuff gave me a headache. Read part of a Toma Persico article that Dorit sent, about his stay in Tiruvannamalai. It’s true, on first sight, what he says about the over-seriousness of many of the Western disciples, who look like gnarled pieces of wood. Persico quotes Alan Watts: Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
Tiru: May 25, 2019
If the matter of liberation is not a personal thing, I wonder if it is actually important for there to be a mystical supramental realization of the truth, as long as one is acting according to the principle of interbeing, acting in a selfless, non-egoistic way?
From the perspective of the universe, this would seem to be more important than a half-baked, occasional semi-realization of the truth, or worse, a misguided vision. Because, from the point of view of universal well-being, it is not true that “nothing matters”. The universal does matter. Where this line of thinking falls down is that it is quite likely that one will make mistakes if the vision is not complete. But if one makes a sincere attempt to understand holism, and the interplay of forces, this is still likely to be more useful than, again, a half-baked mystical vision. Actually, holism is not “rocket science”. There is not a lot to understand, on a basic level. It is more true when it relates to the nitty-gritty of, say, our personal choices as consumers. But it is less true with regard to our interactions with people and nature at a direct level.
In Buddhism, this universal vision, or the acting according to the good of the whole, or the aligning of action with cosmic principles, is the wheel of dharma, the noble eightfold path. In Hinduism, it is similarly the duty of the individual to live life according to the principles of swa-dharma. But acting for the good of the whole is common to all the religions, with differing interpretation of what this actually means. Religions usually only need to take a wider view, beyond speciesism, to consider the good of the earth, in an age in which we are destroying it. It is this element of urgency which makes me think that we cannot afford to wait for mystical experience, but must rely upon our intelligence and act now.