So on the very second day. Things went a weird way. One of my roommates, suffered a horrible fate. She got sick. Threw up and could not eat. Too much of travelling. Needed time for adjusting. But, some people started asking me. Because I was a roommate, you see. How is she? What happened? She's sick and with a splitting headache is burdened. And then her organizer, the Marathi group leader. Started scaring me. Evil forces, it could probably be. Well, it takes a lot more than that. To scare me like a rat. So, I didn't really bother. I massaged her head without fear. But, I was definitely intrigued. She was just fatigued. But the reasons he gave me, Could be a major controversy. So I'll refrain from stating, his logic and hence, debating. But, that was what happened. And it had me saddened. Yes, I'm crazy about God too. But be careful in the things you say and do. I'm a self-proclaimed religious nut job. But some things even my skull won't absorb. Another incident towards the end of the retreat. Healed and delivered people were asked to meet. Testify in front of everyone. And there was this one. Someone who had become a good friend. Everyday all of us time we would spend. Testified his backache was gone. To which his wife exclaimed, when did it go wrong? "Few hours ago", he did say. With such words I never play. I need something concrete and absolute. Before I claim divine, something one cannot refute. Yes, faith is the conviction of things not seen. And against that I dare not contravene. But, find that balance. It may take some talent. I'm struggling too. So back to basics, I've queued. Everything is not of this realm. Yet, the supernatural must not overwhelm. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.
This is a series of poems describing a week in my life four years ago. I encourage you to read it in the correct sequence. I have listed them here for your convenience:
That’s a picture of me rambling around Kerala a day before the retreat began.