The GMCKS Pranic Healing Ashram 2019
When one thinks of the word Ashram, orange robes and bald heads could perhaps instantly come to mind. However The GMCKS Pranic Healing Ashram situated in the lush Mulshi Hills of Pune is another surreal story altogether. It is located atop a Crystal rock - A sacred location that the Master and founder of Modern Pranic Healing ( Master Choa Kok Sui ) astral travelled to in a dreamstate. When the land was surveyed, turns out it was actually situated on top of a gigantic crystal rock!
The Ashram was consecrated in 2003 by MCKS. He used a buddhist Vajra ( A Vajra or Dorje in Buddhism and Hinduism is a thunderbolt or mythical weapon, especially one wielded by the god Indra ). While the consecration was in progress, the rain gods ironically showered down more priceless blessings .
Everything feels like glass at the Ashram. Its hard to articulate the feeling. It has an overwhelming energy that seeps into every cell of your existence. You can try and fight it like i did in 2015.
Five years later I made my second trip with my Mother and Sister. When we walked in, my gait had a bounce in it because I felt I had arrived home. I couldn’t get my eyes off the pyramid hills. All I did was imagine how i’de recreate the beauty in a base layer texture in the studio! The Ashram is built on different levels with one main road running downhill from the gate to the amphitheater.
THE MEDITATION HALL
The meditation hall has a gigantic striking golden pyramid placed on top of it. It was built to channel down more divine energy. Pyramids can consecrate electromagnetic energy. ( https://m.phys.org/news/2018-07-reveals-great-pyramid-giza-focus.html ) Morning and Evening Sadhna’s take place here. A rigorous routine of purification, breathing and physical exercises and of course - meditation.
Crystal Lay Ons
In 2015, the crystal lay ons changed my belief in Spirituality. My friend Sanjeen had placed crystal gemstones on my different chakras and as she placed them, I began to feel whirlwinds of energy all over my body, particularly on my third eye. Currents travelled back and forth to all parts of my being. I was experiencing what felt like a hypothetical acid trip mixed with a drunken rollercoaster ride. It was Electric. I was Alive. I was a Conductor. I knew first hand then that this realm of alternative healing had massive truth underlying it. Within two minutes, I fell into a deep deep slumber that lasted twenty minutes. when I awoke, the sleep felt like it had lasted two hours! I felt refreshed, renewed and reenergised.
On the second day we met at the master’s plaza - The Masters Plaza is the room and courtyard where MCKS stayed when he visited the Ashram, We were chanting the Sharnagati ( The prayer of Devotion to Supreme Being and Teacher ) when suddenly I had a massive deja vu ! I had travelled to the Master's Plaza previously in my dreams !! Back when I was maintaining a very serious dream journal, I would draw out spaces and places i’d been to in my dream state. The space I recorded had the SAME wooden flooring as the Masters Plaza! This was not the first time something like this happened.
Mandalas are a circular figure representing the universe in Hindu and Buddhist symbolism.
According to Carl Jung, a mandala is a symbol in a dream, representing the dreamer's search for completeness and self-unity. We were given printed Mandala drawings which we had to fill in. They were later interpreted by the Healers.
Sadly or luckily only Arhatic Yogis can visit the Ashram. ( Those who have completed all five levels of Pranic Healing ). As a person who has been practicing meditation regularly for five years, its taken me a while to talk, write or share it openly simply because I believe in the phrase - “ Practice what you Preach !“
Meditation is not a fad or trend. Its the answer for discord, strife, inner turmoil, confusion, passive aggressive behaviour, depression, jealousy, inadequacy, condescending behaviour and every other negative way of being you can think of! As someone who has personally seen its divine benefits, I shoulder the responsibility of spreading the teachings. I am embarking my journey of becoming a teacher and a healer.
MORE DETAILS ON THE 5 MAIN COURSES OF PRANIC HEALING :
1) Basic Pranic Healing : 2 day course- INR 6,000/- : Learn how to see Prana or Life Force and leaning Basic healing techniques
Meditation taught: Meditation on Twin Hearts
2) Advance Pranic Healing :2 day course- INR 6,000/- Learn how to project colour from your hand and heal all ailments with the help of the protocols given at the end of the book.
Meditation taught: Chakral Healing Meditation
3) Pranic Psychotherapy: 2 day course- INR 6,000/-. Learn to remove elementals or negative thought forms that attach themselves to the various Chakras that leads to certain unwanted behaviour.
Meditation taught: Self Healing Meditation
4) Achieving Oneness with the Higher Soul : 2 day course- INR 6,000/-. Learning about the science of the higher soul, the blue pearl, the symbolism of the blue pearl in various religions and the three main Nadis (energy channels) that exist in our being among many other interesting facts.
Meditation taught: Meditation on the Soul
5) Arhatic Yoga: 2 day course- INR 12,000/- Understanding the five pillars of Arhatic Yoga
This class happens once a year. You learn how to purify yourself using The Blue Triangle technique, Breathing Exercises, the concept of Tithing and Service and the importance of Study are also explained here.
Meditation taught: Kundalini Meditation and Arhatic Dhyan Meditation
Classes happen in different centres in each City (and countries). You may find out more by visiting the website below:
Delhi Pranic Healing Website: http://delhipranichealing.com/contact-us/
The Ashram: https://gmcksashram.worldpranichealing.com/about-us.html
World Pranic Healing Centres: https://www.worldpranichealing.com
.....we are swimming in the oceans of Kalyug waiting for pixie dust to heal the world and make it a better place.....
I have been thinking of an ideal time to share a series of work done back in 2013 soon after the Delhi Gang Rape. It is probably the first and last set of political works that I have done that grazed only slightly the surface of themes like feminism, oppression and a desparate need for justice.
It was a series of narrative works called 'What goes around comes around' consisting of three paintings and one video/performance piece and a couple of experimental works.
Devastated and scared to the bone, the works are one of the most emotionally intense series that I have worked on where the creation and conceptualisation became a catharsis of its own kind.
Krude Karma ft. Lord Shiva and the hidden body of quivering hope //Oil on canvas // 4x3 ft // 2013
Sometimes when reality gets too intense and unreal to swallow, one could perhaps change the lens that they see a particular situation through.
I began to view the whole Nirbhaya case as a wake up call for the nation. Was she chosen as the vehicle behind women's rights? A brutal but graphically violent alarm for the road to reformation?
The painting above put together Shiva, ( the destroyer or the transformer ) with the semi camouflaged bruised and destroyed body of Nirbhaya below.
The squiggles represent the crazy, unpredictable and unapologetic nature of Karma.
I am Saree ft. The six rapist and their Ghoonghats // Oil and fabric on canvas // 7x2 ft // 2013
The 'ghoonghat' or facial veiling practice observed by married women in India is also known as Laaj (Sanskrit for modesty, honor and shame).
The second painting became a hypothetical visual apology where I painted the six rapists' imaginary faces and covered their heads with fabric. It was my own way of making them feel vulnerable and 'saree' for their unbelievable act.
The head coverings became a visual satirical on a patriarchal school of thought. An ironic blame game- Who should be under the ghoonghat? The Rapists or the Victim?
Majestic Frontier ft. Tiger's face and a woman's body // Mixed media on board // 6x3 ft // 2013
If you have ever been to a national park and met eye to eye with a tiger from the near distance, the gaze is one that you're sure to go home with. It's both piercing and powerful; bold and beautiful.
The third painting was inspired by this gaze and the kitsch aesthetic of Bollywood textile. The tiger's face and woman's body embodied a surreal hybrid of masculine and feminine energy.
The Majestic Frontier became a symbol of power and hope; power for an uncrushable feminine spirit and hope to carry out change at the grass root level.
Nirbhaya, Video// Performance. Camera:: Prabhal Dayal and Sharavana Vana,
Editing::: Vana and Sahaya, Music::: Genesis by Grimes, edited by Shatrunjai Rai Dewan
The fourth piece brought the Majestic Frontier into motion in the form of video art. I used my body to drape the same pink saree as the painting above and painted my face as a tiger. Nirbhaya died in Singapore where she was admitted at Mount Elizabeth Hospital. The hospital was ten minutes away from my college and this video piece was dedicated to her..Nirbhaya means Fearless in English.
Physical or verbal violence is never the answer to change. Change is entangled with education, awareness, love and kindness. Here's hoping that the future generation see a brighter, happier and a safer India; free from the animalistic nature of rape, violence, vengeance and so on.....
E x p e r i m e n t a l P i e c e s
'Buri Nazar Wale Tera Muh Kala' // Tamil magazine but outs and acrylic on canvas // A4 size // 2013
A hindi phrase to ward off evil and jealousy. The phrase which can often be read behind vehicles and on other properties, is meant to keep away any bad intentions that someone might have.
The Chandelier Miniatures // Colour pencil, glitter and coffee on paper // 6x3 " // 2013
The chandelier was a metaphor for the woman's body ; the black bird for freedom and various symbols like the playing cards, the turban, moustache, hookah, charpai and jooti as a metaphor for the man. The miniatures were a symbolic expression of domestic violence.
Words // Ink on fabric // 4x4" // 2013
Forceful Slashes // Stabbed canvases with stitches and acrylic // 12x4" // 2013
Forceful Slashes were a series of saree patches that were painted on canvas and violently stabbed from the back with a pair of scissors. The process of creation mimicked how the woman suffers assault and then has to hold and stitch herself back to together again.
Innocent preservations // Dried flower and oil on canvas // 2013
5th May, 2016 4:30 pm (IST)
After four days of the scorching May sun at the Kumbh Mela in Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, I realized something. That temporary structures can never withstand the wrath of god. Let me explain. Santanu, my new artist friend and I amongst the other thirty-eight artists had come together to be a part of the Samhistha Artist Camp that was set up about eight kilometers from the actual Kumbh Mela. On the fourth day Santanu and I were seated in our studio space, which was next to our living quarters, and above us was a gigantic tent held up by an iron structure. Immersed in philosophical banter, he was sharing the teachings of ‘Samudra Mantham’ or ‘Churning of the ocean’ with me. Ironically this exchange was to put me through a life altering experience.
Tea was being served in the evening outside but since I’m not much of a tea drinker, I was alone in the studio space. I did not want to join my friends outside who were tempting me to enjoy the sudden turn of pleasant weather because I was lying down listening to a song called ‘Cigarettes and Chocolates by Chet Faker’ on repeat mode, staring at the fans that were swinging above me.
I was immersed in artistic thought about what to paint in the center of my unfinished canvas. Meanwhile, Indra, the weather god had begun showing his colours so to speak and the seemingly harmless weather suddenly turned into a riot. Strangely enough I had already calculated that if the two fans fell, they wouldn’t fall on me. What a strange thought, I thought.
My gut started to speak. A language I knew well. It was telling me that something bad was going to happen. And as if on cue, I heard a thunderous crash and the ginormous tent came crashing down. And I was under it. The iron rods turned into Indra’s axe, crushing our studio walls and our canvases. It was the headless chicken moment for me. But to my amazement I was calm. I managed to keep an unbelievable composure and presence of mind. The rain came down like shards of sliver on a mission to destroy. But I was in rescue mode. In a flash I ran towards the canvases of my fellow artists that had been strewn everywhere, and hastily stacked them beside the door where the water had not reached yet. But what the hell had happened my mind kept asking incessantly. It could not have been just the rain that wreaked such havoc. Then I noticed the golf ball sized hail stones that tore through the traumatized roofing that was almost in tatters.
I managed to slip out from beneath the debris and join the rest of my crew at the entrance of the camp who were in a state of absolute shock. And just as suddenly as the squall appeared it vanished. As if Indra had lost his temper for a moment. The casualties thankfully were minimal. One with a slashed cheek and another with a broken foot. Later we were taken to a safe house where we gathered ourselves and our senses.
Ironically before the hailstorm, Santanu and I were drawing the ‘churning of the ocean’, and how Lakshmi arose from the waters along with the ‘Kumbh’ or ‘Pitcher’ and how the four drops of ‘Amrita’ or ‘The nectar of immortality’ that fell landed on four places in India. Haridwar (Ganga), Allahabad (Saraswati), Ujjain (Shipra) and Nasik (Godavari). These are the locations for the Kumbh Mela where devotees gather from across the world to wash away their sins.
The South Central Zone of Culture, Nagpur invited me to an art camp from the 2nd -8th of May along with thirty-eight super talented artists from across ages, genres and India. Our assignment was to seek inspiration from the sights and sounds of the Kumbh Mela in Ujjain to create works that were going to be exhibited at the Lalit Kala Academy, curated by Dr. Alka Pande. There is a rumour that this still might happen. Fingers crossed.
On the flight back from Delhi, I could not get the harrowing experience out of my head. I thought I would be a headless chicken and live up to the reputation of the ‘losty’ my close friends know me to be. But that evening, I met a very different person inside. A person who somehow had the inner strength to face adversity head on. I learnt that there is a powerful force that is latent within all of us. Perhaps it’s called survival instinct and this was my experience of it.
The domb tent collapsed
Chaos on the way to a safe house
The grey skies of the evening
On reaching the house of a civilian who generously opened her house to us to change into dry clothes.
Our dormitory for a night at Ashray Hotel in Ujjain where we booked our tickets back home.
Nothing like a Rajasthani Thali at the hotel for the traumatized souls
Four Waters of Kumbh, Acrylic on canvas, 4x4 ft, 2016.
Left as a work in progress.
....The ‘Kaam before the Storm’