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Beneath the Moon’s Gaze: A Prelude to Resilience

From Indra Lahiri, Indraloka Animal Sanctuary
May 2024

Journey to wholeness: transcending trauma with Indra Lahiri invites you to tread the sacred path of healing alongside me— a journey fueled by love, hope, and the transformative power of nature's embrace. Together, we'll unearth the buried treasures of our souls, weaving the fragmented pieces of our being into a tapestry of resilience and grace. For as Sister Dang Nghiem eloquently reminds us, 'It is true that the cool waters of happiness are sweet and precious, but it is suffering that carves our cup.'

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I was born a princess and raised by a dog.

But before we get to that, you need some backstory. Everything that happened later, including how I came to be raised by a dog, can only be understood in the context of war, race, oppression, and what happens to our minds and hearts and loved ones when we don’t transcend our trauma.

My father was an extremely charming, handsome, brilliant, rage-filled man. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for him facing racism daily. It injured his pride, but more than that, it damaged his heart and spirit. It wounded him, racism, as it always does its victims and its perpetrators.

Daddy was not a tall man, but he gave the impression of one. His skin was burnished chocolate, with large, nearly black eyes and black hair. For much of my childhood, he had a beard. He had broad shoulders, and was very strong. I remember him lifting a car once. It had something to do with fixing it. I thought he was the strongest man in the world. 

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Left to right: my brother, me, and Daddy with Panda

He grew up in a palace in what is now Bangladesh, his parents Zamindars. Our family had lived there for generations. Their home, built of marble with inlaid jewels in the walls, was a work of art.

So, there he was. A young prince, being raised in the sacred ways, learning Sanskrit and studying Vedanta, practicing yogic meditation, learning to recite long passages from the Bhagavad Gita, as well as math and science, and of course the ancient science of Jyotish, the Indian tradition of astrology.

He was being prepared for a life he’d never lead.

When the British pulled out of India, they wanted to be sure there was no fighting between the Hindus and the Muslims. There were extremists on both sides that perpetrated violence on the other. But what they failed to consider was that the majority of Hindus and Muslims lived together in peace as neighbors and friends.

Yet, the British wanted to divide the country by religion. They say the viceroy, Lord Mountbatten, did not want to divide the nation, but was forced to do so. So, he got drunk one night and drew a line on a map. The British spread rumors far and wide that this division was “Ghandiji’s Plan”, knowing the people were more likely to cooperate. It was announced that on August 7, all Hindus had to leave the part of the country that my family had lived in for generations.


Please read the ENTIRE ARTICLE HERE.

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In the tapestry of my childhood, threads of joy and pain were intricately woven, but it was amidst the embrace of animals and nature— playful, loving dogs, wise, watchful birds, chittering squirrels, graceful deer, whispering trees, and the babbling creek— that I found solace and salvation. They became my sanctuary, my refuge from the storm of my family life. 

Posted on May 10, 2024
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