I have visited the Majestic Standing Christ, in Rio de Janeiro. It is a magnificent sight! He stands 38 meters tall, on a monument 38 m high which is on on a rock 710 meters tall. It is believed that Rio was created by God Himself and it is probably where the Garden of Eden was.

I had always wanted to see this Christ on the hill, and this trip, as I moved towards His outstretched arms I was once again reminded that He does call you, if your wanting to visit Him is sincere. Do believe me when I tell you that all obstacles melt away when He so wills. I am reminded of the last time I was faced with a million to one chance of seeing the Giridhar of Meerabai. One of the greatest devotees of Lord Krishna that have ever lived. Yes, I mean the Rajasthani Princess Saint Meerabai who lived a few centuries ago.

I had gone to Udaipur and from there to Chittor, famous for the forts and palaces of Rajput princes. There my main aim was to pay obeisance in Meerabai’s temple. Meerabai was married to a Shishodia Rajput Prince. At Chittor garh, I kept imploring the guide to show me the temple first as I was afraid that it might close at noon. The tourist guide kept re-assuring me that the temple never closes. When we reached the temple, it was closed!!!!!! I mentally said to Krishna: "I refuse to believe that my desire to see the temple was not straight from my heart, so why is the temple closed?! The guide felt sorry for me. He tried to make me feel better, by telling me that the real Idol was not in this temple but in Udaipur Palace amongst the present Queen's private collection! Needless to say, that bit of information did not make me feel an iota better. After all it was a long drive to Udaipur and from thence we were driving off for Ahmedabad the following morning. To top it all, the queen was NOT my personal friend, so how would I get access to her private collection to see Meera's Giridhar!!!!

It seemed impossible.

Yet, to cut a very long story short, I did (miraculously and by His Grace get to see Meera's Giridhar the next day, and I even got flowers that had touched His feet. The priest gave it to me claiming that he did not know why he was so doing. I strewed the petals of Krishna into my 200 page Bhajan Book. (The note book that contained my favorite hymns & prayer songs). When later I opened my note book, wonder of wonders!! Most of the petals had fallen into the three songs penned by Meera! It was like Krishna had assured me that He was indeed Meera’s 'Giridhar’, Her Beloved Krishna.

In the Mystic land of South America, I got to see the Virgin of the Immaculate Conception, who stands 36 m tall and is visible throughout the whole city of Santiago in Chile. I got to see the chapel of SorTeresa, a nun, who died at the age of 19. I read her autobiography and she writes so naturally about her mystic experiences! I got to see the Basilica of the Aparecida in Brazil. It is the largest Marian shrine in the world. There the priest personally hugged me and blessed me for having come from so far away.

One of my wishes, before I flew to South America was that I visit the Land of the Sun Worshippers ‘The Incas’. Imagine my surprise when I was told that the place where I was putting up, was once a part of a farm belonging to the Incas’ Civilization!