One True baba in Om Kareshwar for me. Om Kareshwar, India. 1992.

One true baba for me in Om Kareshwar.

The atta (flour) king.

He is always everywhere.

A beautiful, old man.

Chillum Piu?

He has a beautiful kitchen all his own.

His temple, a cow-shit floor, beautifully made and polished pots.

Mera Bhap. Thank you.

All this time I was donned in a pure white sari.

Widow?

Pilgrim?

Saint!?

Ancient Greece!?

Mata Gee?

Very strange effect on me and others!!

Not negative. Very Powerful.

I felt safer. protected.

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