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For this reason, our most
important discoveries are likely to be those that transcend both
rationality and religion, taking us beyond the conventions of
ordinary belief and revealing the essential connection between
man and nature.' Stephen's familiarity with the language,
culture as well as the Indian scriptures comes to light with his
inferences of stories from the ancient mythologies to temples
and historical spots he passes through in his journey. "The
Jagdamba tributary is also known as Jahnavi, the daughter of
Jahnu, and this name is sometimes applied to the Ganga as a
whole. The Puranas contain a myth about a rishi named Jahnu who
was meditating in the Himalayas soon after Ganga was released
from the tangled rocks of Shiv's hair. The loud roar of her
waters disturbed the rishi as he was performing tapasya and in
his anger he swallowed up the river. Alarmed by this event, the
gods immediately tried to placate Jahnu and only after much
persuasion did he agree to let the river flow out of his
ear."
The discovery
of his own self is visible throughout his account of the
journey. Nature truly makes a man open up to the deep realms
within one's self, bringing one face to face with his true
picture. Stephen's peculiarity of going down to the minutest
detail in describing the beauty of nature brings alive his total
experience to the reader.
His simplicity
of language further adds to the charm of the book. In places,
one can also feel the contempt of the writer at the total
neglect of the nature by the government and the way they had
misused it, destroying its beauty by turning a holy pilgrimage
into a source of income.
Somehow, it is a reflection
unfortunately of most nature lovers who come from all over the
world to enjoy the beauty of India only to find a commercial
entrepreneurship in its place. One also cannot help notice his
disapproval of the hypocricy of lots of pilgrims who prefer
comfort and see the spots merely as picnic spots rather than a
religious venture. Stephen has managed in his book to
appropriately bring up prevailing and past issues and tucking
them rightly between a recount of the journey ,like a delicious
sandwich. The regular sprinkle of local dialect and Hindi words
further adds to the flavour of the book. Sacred Waters seems
to be more or less the gradual unfolding of his spiritual self
as his quest to tour the pilgrim on foot takes him through
experiences which help him realise the hidden self. `Just beyond
the amphitheatre I came to a saddle in the ridge, where I
collapsed beneath a moru oak…When I eventually opened my eyes,
I felt sure that I had breathed my last and gone straight o
heaven Two rays of sunlight were streaming through the branches
of the oaks and falling directly on a smaller tree that stood
twenty feet away. Though it had no leaves this tree was covered
in flowers that seemed to glow in the shafts of light. Lying
there against the roots of the massive oak, my first impression
was that I must be hallucinating, for the vision of this
flowering tree and the sunlit grade was magical. I dared not
move for move for fear of disturbing the perfection of that
scene. The amphitheater lay just beyond the tree and the
surrounding forest gave me a comforting sense of enclosure,
particularly the overarching branches of the oak. There was no
spectacular view of snow peaks or dramatic cliffs, no
lammergeiers soaring overhead, not even the slightest breeze.
But in the stillness of that glade I was acutely aware of
something much greater than myself. Awe is the only word that
might describe the experience. ….. Lying there I found myself
in tears, emotions welling up inside my chest, as if the roots
of that tree had penetrated deep into my soul. When I finally
got to my feet I knew that I had experienced something
profoundly spiritual. But at the same time I could not help but
question my response, trying to rationalize what I had
observed."
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