Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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"Leela’s beauty is the beauty of acceptance," Ahalya thought. "It is the beauty of a woman who is at peace with herself, who has surrendered to her own truth."
 
And then, as all three women stood there, unclothed, Ahalya realized something profound: They were not just shedding their clothes. They were shedding everything they had held onto, their shame, their fear, their identity, all of it.
 
They were standing as vessels for something larger.
 
Ahalya felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. Her own skin felt too thin, too fragile, too exposed.
 
"Can I really do this?" she thought. "How do I stand here with no covering, nothing to protect me?"
 
Her eyes moved over the women, each of them whole, untouched by shame, and yet she could feel the tug of her own fear tightening around her chest. Her body, her flesh, suddenly felt like an enemy, something to hide, to cover.
 
But even in that fear, she knew, this was the moment. She had come to the Ashram to surrender. To release all of the layers that had been put over her, the ones that had kept her separate from herself, from the divine.
 
Meera stepped forward then, her voice calm, but firm. "Now you," she said, her eyes meeting Ahalya’s with a quiet understanding. "From this moment until the ceremony ends, you wear nothing.
 
 Skin is the first temple. Before we clothe you in the sacred color, we must honor what the divine has already given you."
 
Ahalya felt her breath catch. "Skin is the first temple." She repeated the words in her mind, but they didn’t seem real. "My body is a temple?"
 
The weight of the words settled in her chest, pressing like a sacred demand. "But how can I stand here without any protection, without any covering? How can I be exposed like this?"
 
But the moment felt like a sacred calling, undeniable, impossible to ignore. The time for questioning was over. Meera’s eyes were steady, not demanding, but inviting.
 
She did shower daily with others, but that was different, there no one was actually looking, but here all four of them are actively looking at her.
 
Ahalya’s hands moved to the edge of her EkVastra, and she hesitated.
 
"This is it," she thought. "This is what I’ve been preparing for, isn’t it? To shed everything. To stand fully in this moment."
 
 

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