Yesterday we went to a Hindu temple. We had to leave our shoes outside (I wore socks… That place was DIRTY) and go through crazy crowds to get into what is called the womb room, since the goddess being worshipped is Kali, the creator. Our driver (we rent a van to get through the city) is a devotee of Kali and came with us. It was a blessing that he did because he followed behind us and protected us. The temple is full of people shouting at you for money to say prayers to the god for you and a bunch of white girls are quite the prime targets.
It was interesting to see that this place is so holy to Hindus because I didnt feel any divine presence at all. In the other temples we’ve visited you can just feel the sense of holiness and wonder and awe, even if you don’t believe in the gods and goddesses. In this temple I am positive that you have to be Hindu to feel that holiness. I felt overwhelmed and stressed out because I had no clue what was going on. I think part of that is the catholic in me. I go to church an it’s the same everytime. No surprises, no one begging me for money so they can say prayers for me. Just me, a parish and god. And I think I like it that way.
We only got about two seconds to look at the shrine before we got pushed through . Where’s the connection in that? I need a personal god to Connect with. I can’t have someone else communicating with him for me. And I need to be able to take my time. Two seconds is just not enough.