Darshan

I was at Neasden Mandir, (Hindu Temple), with the school the other day and took part in a fire purification ceremony.

It’s my second visit there, (the first was when I accidentally turned up at the wrong temple and it took me about 45 minutes to realise and leave!). The place has to be seen to be believed, it really quite stunning and is a fantastic symbol of racial and religious co-existence in this country. It’s an honour to be there. Self-funded and hand carved to intricate detail in India there is nowhere else like it in the UK.

I was also struck by the theology that is ascribed to the Gods, in that the statues are built as statues, but then - during a purification and blessing ceremony - they take on the spirit of God and there become a part of God. They are no longer Statues - they are truly divine. It’s like an extension of transubstantiation I suppose, (but a little further ….). It also resonates with my own passion for the immanence of G-d’s spirit in all things; matter, thought and dreams. It was a blessing of G-d to be there and to take part in worship of the divine source of all our lives.

It’s strange of course to be in such an unusual environment and looking for common symbols and archetypes, but the diversity is a revelation in itself. To be in an environment of devout worshippers but having little insight into the subtle dynamics of the faith is a fascinating, challenging but rewarding situation.

I really enjoy forays into places of worship for other faiths and always find the experience thrilling and echoing with the presence of G-d.