Namaste dear ones,

As promised I want to give you an insight into the atmosphere of the Satsangs in St. Petersburg and Moscow today. From Keike who was also travelling to Russia I received a description written with that much of ardency that I cannot describe it any better. I just want to add something which personally touched me very much. It was the way how the people in St. Petersburg and Moscow said goodbye to Madhukar. This was full of humbleness, and in their eyes was hope, confidence and gratefulness. I experienced this as a holy moment.
The organizers in St. Petersburg were very hearty and thoughtful, and when Madhukar left they adjured him to come back.
The mood in Moscow was totally different. It was exuberant and in the beginning a bit restive. But soon could be felt a spirit of astonishment, internalization and wonderment which finally culminated in love and silence. Also here Madhukar was intensely asked to come back again.
In St. Petersburg we had circa 60 participants and in Moscow circa 140. Many young people were there. For me it was astonishing that there were more men than women.

Now I wish you lots of joy reading the report from Keike.

Cordially
Rita

Well recovered and strengthened, emerging from the luxuries and from the intensive retreat „Herzensfreude“ in the Bregenzer Wald, which is always deeply touching me, I am landing in St. Petersburg, luckily in the kind company of Gesa.

After two days of tourist life in St. Petersburg we step into a very special atmosphere.

We enter the Satsang room in St. Petersburg and everything is forgotten because we immerse into a Krishna energy, an atmosphere which until then I only experienced in India, in cathedrals. Immediately being touched, love is there, trust and being comfortable.
Gesa and I experience a very hearty welcome with the organizers, which we got to know the evening before. The participants are coming late, shortly before 7:00 pm. The rows fill up quickly, without a lot of talking, without a lot of unrest. Restrained joy can be felt.

In the background on the stage a Krishna statue, Indian divinity, a decent decoration, nothing is too much, nothing too less. In front of this divine arrangement the seat is prepared for the master, for Madhukar.
Is there anything left to add?

Like floating, soundless, fine, without announcement, Madhukar is walking thru the rows, towards his seat, sits down just as soundless, lovingly smiling, silently.

Immediately submerging happens, submerging into a wonderful Satsang, into silence. I am surrounded and connected with lovingly, hearty, humble and thankful people. Thankfulness for being allowed to be here.

Questions and answers, dialogs, in all-embracing love and humbleness, highest esteem. A wonderful time in a wonderful energy amidst St. Petersburg, in Russia, in the world. Interested, expertly and very personal questions are asked. I feel like enshrouded in cotton wool, but the name of this wool is love, pure love. The hearts overflow, filling the room. Again and again silence. No music, and it is not missed at any moment. No words can describe these experiences because for this there are no words. Each one of you knows how Satsang, to be with Madhukar, touches, changes, fills.

Understanding, perceiving moments during the break. Hearty words and hugs between people which never met before.

After the break again questions and questions, sceptical, begging, despaired and seeking help. An impressing sentence from the master, that he has made this journey for one person, which will experience awakening. A short moment of disbelief, the thought is perceptible in the room, who will that be, and then again silence, listening, sensing, BEING.

Time moves into the background. May this Satsang last forever.
Suddenly a heavy curtain falls, covering the Krishna statue. The symbolism is obvious, the Satsang is coming to its end.

Madhukar, words of thanks towards the lovingly Russian women and men, wants to leave the room just as soundless floating as he came. Shaking hands here and there, looks, lingering. It does not hold the visitors on their seats. No, each by each they go to our beloved master to personally say goodbye to him, with shaking hands, deep looks, highest esteem and thankfulness.


What is the value of time and space when hearts are touched? Deeply touched!

After the Satsang in St. Petersburg Gesa and I are ready to experience Moscow – no matter how. Thankfulness, love, yearning and joy fill me in the back and forth of the waves of bliss.







Short 30 minutes before the first Satsang in Moscow starts the room is opened for entering. Within only a couple of minutes it is about to burst at the seams. The number of visitors is much higher than expected. The participants are standing, sitting, laying relaxed, no matter how and where, on chairs, cushions, yoga mats, leaning against the door frame. Amidst all the people there is just enough room left for our beloved master and the translator. The entire bustle appears to be chaotic and confusing. In fact it is an expression of joyful waiting, of a tangible curiousness to meet the announced master, Madhukar.

Almost unnoticed Madhukar enters the room, sending an outright look around, striking out his way. A total different Satsang than in St. Petersburg is starting. Not comparable with any other Satsang in Europe or India. Is there ever any comparability in the Here and Now?

The participants are interested, relaxed, restive, and they like to look at „the one in front there“. After the preluding phase of silence, not too long, the first cameras are flashing. Here and there people move closer to each other to enable everybody to sit further in front so each one can look into the eyes of Madhukar. Silence, long moments of looking into Madhukar’s eyes. Madhukarji responses questions with loving answers and information. Very quiet moments are possible in a restive room. Time passes very fast.

An atmosphere appears like immersing into the youth of Moscow. Music and sights touch so deeply that love can come into the hearts of apparently all participants. The people sitting in front of me sink down in humbleness and devotion. They hold each others hands and look at each other full of deep love. Bliss all over.



The master thanks, points out the Intensive taking place the next day and leaves. Happy and filled we remain in the room. A short moment of reflection and inner sight, then astir activity fills the room.

In a night full of dreams,and also in the morning I am in “another world”. Satsang has already started again, one proof more that it never ends. I feel so close to my master, bound in the most wonderful energy and love. I am enshrouded and full of joy for the Intensive taking place that day.




Intensive with Madhukar in Moscow May 19, 2007

What was expecting me today is impossible to describe with words, just as so many experiences I had before with my master.

Satsang is taking place in another room which is much more beautiful. The waiting is different, totally different than the day before. The participants are focused on Madhukar, love and truth. Many want to sit directly in front of the big master, at least in front to be very close to him. Nothing is left of the idea to just have a look at a master. No, what matters now are desires, yearnings, resolving issues, experiencing joy and oneness, answering serious questions. What matters are miracles. Tenseness and expectation are perceptible until finally Madhukar enters the room.

The phase of silence, the energy and my theme, so „time-, space-, generation-overlapping“ that I just inwardly „watch“ what happens, wondering and breathlessly. A sensation of liberation and easiness comes its way, happiness and joy for that what the beloved master is for me, for us, the world, the universe, for what he does and aligns.

Clarity the whole day, love and nearness. Until the break a mildness, after the – shortened – break a lovingly strict master, uncrompising and exhorting, evocative, smiling full of love, deep gazes and open hearts. Incidental music letting us melt and cry.



The thought of this wonderful world – immediately answered with music. Yes, what a wonderful world we live in. What a blessing. The present to be allowed to participate Satsang with Madhukarji, being love and Self, being allowed to think but not having to think.


Hearty goodbye at the end of the meeting. Serious questions, whether a life changes when being with Madhukar I answer with the counter-question: Where may I start to tell? It will last some time, or is the short answer enough: Yes, my life!

Saying the ususal „see you“ for goodbye, and then suddenly severe: Yes, hopefully we see each other again. Yes, this is Moscow, Russia, not Europe, not Germany. It does not matter. Time and space are so nonsignificant.

Unreal being and seeing continues for moments, hours, days and weeks and is still present also now. It keeps me away from being the way I have been until now. There is no return.... wanted or not…..






And now, weeks later, I experience that new encounters are taking place, new or secretly kept subjects unclose. I realize the games life is playing, the leela, in a different way. Due to my story again and again the themes of war, Russia, relations, family come up. And suddenly it is easy to speak, to tell, to be together.

In me the realization, why life led me to St. Petersburg and Moscow, why I could not run from the desire to travel there and why I was grazy enough not resisting it.



I bow in deep thankfulness and love!
Love
Keike