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Lao*We were walking to Lao*. The soul rejoiced at the spring freshness and purity of the forest, embracing pines and young birches that had tender recently opened foliage... The words of Lao started sounding in my heart:
However, what happened next on the place of power itself — in the ashram of Lao — was even more wonderful! Lao showed us His monastery, which existed and exists in a “non-manifested” world! ... It had a lake, and a mist was floating above its surface... From that mist, dim contours of Asian styled gazebos (the ones with curved roofs) appeared... Tiny brooks and small waterfalls were seen among stones... There were a lot of flowers with gentle fragrance and many other plants... Thickets of bamboo were here and there... Small fields of scarlet poppies irradiated warmth, and it was possible to feel it even on the physical plane... It was a marvelous human-made tropical garden in a northern land! A song started sounding again in my heart:
It was impossible to leave this place! The blissful state of the consciousness in the ashram of Lao has imprinted forever in me and helped me in my hours of need. “Learn to love, to create love, and to hold on the palms of love, everything living — plants, animals, and people — like I do,” — this was what Lao explained by His Love to us.
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