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Thursday morning came bustling noise of waking aunties. We were a little groggy since last night had been a late night. It was seven-thirty and a small group of us were going to go ahead and leaflet before the others came. Julia, auntie Nishi, uncle Prashant, Uncle Kevin and I volunteered to go.

So we got into our little car and drove 20 minutes to downtown. When we arrive we�re completely flabbergasted by the city�s creative architecture. First we tackle a coffee store and kill two birds with one stone by using the toilet and giving them a poster of Sahaja Yoga. The second store clerks get their realization right on the spot. They promise to come by as soon as they get a break. Even the nearby church is gifted with a thick stack of sahaja pamphlets.

After two hours of vigorous postering we joined the rest of the group at the park. When we arrived we noticed how full the seats were. Throughout the day there were always new people meditating, or learning about their kundalini. While some of the yuvas gave realization and played drums the rest of us passed out pamphlets to passer Byers. We were on the prowl for seekers. Throughout the day we stumbled across a few interesting characters. There was the businessman who spontaneously joined the yuva boys drumming. He created an African beat that got us, across the street, dancing. We also met Clint who�d joined in the drumming as well. Clint had just gotten his realization ten minutes ago.

So the day progressed and we decided to take walks around the city. Right before we left a group of us went to get some ice cream but when we saw the dark clouds we reconsidered. Whilst turning around the rain fell on us with the motivation of a working shower. We scrambled to get under some sort of shelter but still got soaked.

We got home (Tapasya�s house) wet and tired but after a good bit of idle time we were ready to get packing.

On our way to getting ready we faced a sudden twist in our plot. Clint, the fellow from before, would be joining us on the tour. This sudden bit of information got us all in a circle checking vibrations. Clint�s inclusion on the tour was green lighted and we very comfortably packed the car. We did have a re-birthday party for our new addition right before we left.

That night we�d decided to travel boys with boys and girls with girls. Our car was like a girls slumber party. We played mafia games with intricate storylines (with clowns and cowboys). When we arrived to Uncle Mike�s house in Cincinnati we were greeted with a delicious dinner and a fantastic tour of his lovely house. Every room is a different shade of yellow! After meditating we slowly made our way to bed. The day was full and most of us fell asleep instantly.

Today Clinton from Indianapolis joins us.

Laxmi (State Collage, PA)