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We had gone to Paololem in early 2000's, when it was still relatively undiscovered. There were fewer shacks... and more Goan curry rice... The sea was a delight... As it still is... As we explored the beach using aura eyes, Celia discovered something amazing one evening. A dazzling draw of energy from the North-West where two hills emerged.

Walking along the gold of the mud flats we began to go into a deep trance... In the distance we began to sense a loose spiritual gathering. Just individuals... and yet all touched in some way by a deep spiritual call.... All of us come ostensibly to witness the sun's death... yet all drawn by other voices, an invitation to enter sacred places...

As we came closer a flute sounded, below it it was accompanied by seasongs... below was deeper song, of the hills. Then we finally reached the place. Cupped by two hills was a small gathering of meditators, scattered on the hills... between the two the sun descended to its execution.

 

As we came closer a flute sounded, below it it was accompanied by seawhisper... below was deeper song, of the hills. Then we finally reached the place. Cupped by two hills the sun descended to its execution, and there between entranced and awestruck was us, a small gathering of meditators, scattered on the hills... each of us alone, each wrapped in a meditative ecstasy...

As we were enveloped, the trance deepened, the world began to glow, explode, blaze, till the entire scene was a volcanic erruption of mystic light... all were enveloped in their own way... some danced... some were still as carved statues... some played music... some held hands... hours passed we were rooted and we floated...

The sun sank, but the blaze remained, the stars twinkled... Like fairy lights the beach welcomed. Like fairy lights the inner world beckoned... then like drunks... we sploshed our way back through a waist-deep, returning sea.

-- Tarun & Celia Cherian

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