APF-6: Speechless

Now is when my memory fades to the exact chronology of the satsang, and so will need to speak to snippets of memory that linger. But I can say that at this point, I was in somewhat of a rapture, in which Adya’s words were being spoken directly to my inner being. Even tears would come at times. And now, a few days later, I still feel somewhat speechless as to the essence of the day. It was deeper than any words can relate. Nevertheless.