Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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"In our tradition," he continued, his voice taking on a more profound cadence, "we have a practice called Divine Sevaki. "
 
"These are women who have moved beyond ordinary service into sacred service. They become vessels, not for their own will, but for something higher. They serve not just the Ashram, but the devotees who come here seeking spiritual elevation."
 
Ahalya listened, her mind trying to grasp the enormity of his words. "Vessels. Sacred service." What did it mean to serve in such a way? How could she, who was still learning to surrender, be ready for something so profound?
 
Her body tensed as she imagined herself becoming a vessel, her identity not her own but intertwined with something far greater.
 
"I believe you have the capacity for this work," Gurujii said, turning back to face her. "But it requires a level of surrender most women cannot achieve. It requires you to release your final attachments to modesty, to personal boundaries, to the ego’s need to control how you are seen."
 
His words pierced her, a truth that felt both frightening and undeniable. "To surrender completely," she thought. "To let go of everything I have known. Is this truly the work I came here to do?"
 
"What would it involve?" she asked before she could stop herself, her voice barely a whisper.
 
Gurujii exchanged a glance with Meera before he returned to his cushion and sat, facing her once more.
 
"It begins with a ceremony. The EkVastra ceremony. You would be given the single saffron garment of a Divine Sevaki and undergo purification rituals that prepare you for sacred service. After this, you would work more closely with devotees, guiding them through practices, assisting in their spiritual elevation."
 
Ahalya’s breath quickened. "A single garment..." The image of it filled her mind, its color like the setting sun, so bright it burned into her vision. "What will I become when I wear it?"
 
"Like Meera does?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
 
"More intimate than what Meera does. Meera coordinates. Divine Sevakis facilitate direct experience." He paused.
 
His gaze steady on her. "I will not lie to you, Ahalya. This work will challenge everything you believe about yourself. "
 
"It will require you to see your body not as your own, but as an instrument of the divine." He continued.
 
"Not everyone can do this. Many women reach this threshold and turn back. There is no shame in that."
 
The way he said it, no shame in turning back, made turning back feel like failure. The choice was being shaped even as it was offered.
 
Yet, she felt something stir within her, as though the choice had already been made. "I came here to surrender," she thought. "To release the parts of myself that I no longer need."
 
"When would this ceremony happen?" she heard herself ask, her voice steady despite the storm within her.
 
"Tonight. If you are willing."
 
So fast. No time to think, to question, to let doubt grow roots.
 
And yet, wasn't that the point? Hadn't she come here to escape the paralysis of overthinking? To surrender to something larger?
 
"I’m willing," she said, the words coming out before her mind could stop them.
 
Gurujii smiled then, and in his smile was approval so profound it felt like love.
 
"Good," he said softly. "Meera will prepare you."

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