Today concluded the festival visit part of the journey. On the last day of a festival, the focus is on rituals and giving blessings. We were offered holy water to wet our lips and head for purification and a small string to wear around our necks for protection.
The mantra uttered by the monk during the ritual had a strange part soothing, part exciting effect on me, almost felt like a form of ecstasy. It is no wonder how powerful religious ceremony can be. Where and when will I hear that again?
