Pilgrimage On The Path of Love (Chapter One)
Book By Barbara Ann Briggs
I returned yet again
Molding a form
Out of ether air fire water and
This my beloved wayward earth
Desiring to find You
Wandering through a maze
Of interminable veils
Peeling away layer after layer of illusion
Until I could stand before You
Illumined by love alone
“The river seemed to open her eyelids at dawn, her veil fluttering in the morning air. Her veil, of pale blue silk, made of undulating waves and woven by the hands of God rippled in the shimmering light of dawn. Her voice, like a caress, sang in silence, of a world born before time. Her voice seemed to call to me as I boarded the simple wooden boat…“
Pilgrimage on the Path of Love unraveled in the jungles of the Himalayas in Manali. I used to come to sit beneath the towering deodar trees in the early morning when the sun poured its liquid radiance through the leafy bowers. The jungle in its cool still verdant beauty invited introspection, and my fingers raced over the blank paper in an effort to keep up with the rapid tempo of thoughts and feelings flitting like fireflies through my mind. During my travels in the mountains of Manali and Ladakh, each person I met shared a fragment of their life with me and the multi-colored fragments, like beads on a thread, wove the necklace I carried with me, as an inner adornment, a cherished memory of a country to which I felt I belonged. The sunrise painting the cliffs of the Himalayas at dawn, the prayerful rituals on the banks of the Ganges, solitary treks to the sacred temples in the mountains. These images became an indelible part of my inner life. If I had to choose a country to which my inner being is most resonant, I would unhesitatingly choose India.
In Pilgrimage on the Path of Love, we enter the interior world of a woman on the spiritual path and we see how the spiritual dimension of life in India fosters in her a deeper understanding of the ultimate quest of human life which is enlightenment. As the story unfolds, we are led, through the voice of her higher Self and the experiences she has during her meditations, as well as her memories, dreams and reflections into the interior world of a woman on the spiritual path. As she travels higher into the Himalayas, her knowledge of life and love unfolds. Everyone she meets adds another layer to her understanding of the purpose of human life and the true nature of love. In the story we see that her ascent from the plains to the mountains is as much a journey of the spirit as a physical journey.