Nothing quite prepares you for the moment you come face to face, eye to eye, with someone who causes an endless well of love to start pouring from your heart. I had never met an Aghori before, and it was both humbling and electrifying. There were no words needed, only an unspoken understanding that transcended time and space. In his gaze, I felt the fusion of light and shadow, the sacred and the profane, all held in perfect balance. It was as if I had been waiting for this encounter my entire life, drawn to this moment of recognition where everything fell into alignment.
He knew everything about me, and his profound love touched places so deep within me that my soul wept on many nights. I was mesmerised by his poojas at the dhuni—each nuanced gesture, the precision of his practices, his tender yet fierce presence. It captivated me in ways I hadn’t known possible. Yet, what followed in the coming months was the undeniable uprising of my ego—the part of me that prevented complete surrender to the transformative force of his presence.Â