All flowing towards Rawat.

The moment that stands out in my mind is not the more dramatic ones, it's standing at the top of a grassy slope and Rawat is interacting with a little group of people on the flat area a little distance away.  And I think I must have felt very planted on the ground because I had one of those thoughts and it is that Rawat reminds me of my father, and this is not a compliment, far from it.  I can't hear what they're saying I'm too far away but I am watching the body language and I guess that was enough to make that assessment.  

I have finally seen him just as a normal person not as 'Maharaji'.  and it's poked a hole through my belief to trust in him a mile wide.  it took ages from there tho to the exit line.

I don't know what it was like at Amaroo this year - it's been very dry and might still be dry up there but we've just had a nice drop of rain here - enough to save all those plump little green fruit on the mango tree - looks like it might be a bumper crop after all - storm season still to come.