Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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"You may have noticed we do not teach here in the way the world teaches," Gurujii continued, his eyes sweeping across the group. "We do not give you information to hold in your mind. We give you experiences to hold in your body. Because the mind lies, but the body remembers truth."
 
Ahalya’s heart seemed to stutter in her chest. Truth. The word echoed in her thoughts like a bell, reverberating in the hollow spaces she didn’t even know existed. What was this truth? she wondered. And why does it feel so familiar?
 
"The body remembers truth." She let the words run through her like water. Could it really be that simple? That the answers didn’t need to be found in books, or in discourses? Could she trust her body to tell her what she needed to know?
 
As she stared at him, she noticed Anjali, one of the other new girls, raising her hand slightly, a tentative movement. Her face, still soft and youthful, showed the faintest hint of discomfort, of confusion.
 
Gurujii smiled, his expression gentle, but there was something in the curve of his lips that suggested understanding. "You have a question."
 
Anjali’s voice barely rose above a whisper, and yet it seemed to carry across the room. “I… I don’t understand what we’re doing here,” she said. "I thought there would be teachings. Discourses. But we just... work.”
 
The room felt colder in the wake of Anjali’s uncertainty. Ahalya’s chest tightened, but she did not look away. Gurujii’s gaze was unwavering.
 
“Yes,” he said simply. “You work. And in working, what have you learned?”
 
Anjali opened her mouth, but no words came. She looked down, as if searching for something she had lost in the folds of her thoughts. Her uncertainty hung in the air, but it was not unwelcome. It was part of the quiet rhythm of the Ashram, as inevitable as the evening wind rustling through the trees outside.
 
"We don’t have the answers, not yet." Ahalya thought, a strange mix of comfort and restlessness swirling within her. "And maybe that’s okay. Maybe I’m not supposed to have all the answers right now."
 
“You have learned,” Gurujii said after a moment, his voice still gentle, “that you are capable of more silence than you believed. You have learned that your discomfort is not an emergency. You have learned that you can move slowly and the world does not collapse. These are not small things.”

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