With the arrival of the New Year I had the idea for a new project in my diary. Many friends had the wish to know more about who and how I was before they met me and we often talk about the changes that happened even after they met me. I thus decided to write a continuous story, telling people about my life. I divide my life into three parts: the time from my birth until I entered the cave in 1997. After that, I had my time of retreat in the cave. And the third chapter, in which I am now, is the time after the cave. This is the time in which most of the changes of my life have happened and this is the time that I would like to write to you about. I want to write many details so that you can well understand my present situation and who I am today. Maybe someday I will write about the time before the cave, too, but that is again another long story.
I do not really keep old documents or proof of time but I keep it all in my memory. Every change that I made is noted in my mind, how it took place, why I made decisions that I made and what the consequences are. Each Sunday I will now let you read about another small part of my life. Sometimes it can be the story of a day, sometimes of a week and sometimes even a process of change that came over years.
I will start from the 24th December 2000, the day when they opened the door of the cave that I have been in for three years and 108 days.
“I heard the hammer knocking against the bricks. I was sitting downstairs, where I had spent most of the time in meditation. Sitting there, I just waited and watched how slowly more and more daylight came in through the holes they had made into the wall. I still needed to wait – one brick was out, then the next one, and another one. It would take some time until the hole would be big enough for me to go out. Knowing this, I patiently stayed downstairs until at some point I heard the voice of my father calling ‘Jaisiyaram!’ I climbed up the stairs, through the hole, out into the world and was first of all simply shocked…”