My first introduction to a cave was when I was quite young. My father, who was very adventurous, took us to Old Man’s Cave in Southern Ohio. He had to carry me across the rushing water, which was quite scary, to get to the other side where the entrance was. Viewing the blind fish in a small pond inside the cave remains an outstanding memory .
When I began to do Yoga, my interest in caves changed somewhat. Meditating inside one undeniably offers special earth energy. Is it the darkness? The enclosed protected space? The constant temperature? Vibrations? Emanations? I suppose, as ever, each meditator has her own individual, unique experience and explanation.
The photo of me struggling into the small entry-way of Wasusta Cave outside of Rishikesh (where Sivananda meditated) makes me chuckle and brings flashes of predicaments worthy of “Alice in Wonderland” or “Winnie the Pooh”. Once inside, however, I was amazed to dimly glimpse a sadu bound to silence, sitting motionlessly. We sat together for some time.
There are other memorable caves that I have experienced at Arunachala (where Ramana meditated), Mt Abu in Rajasthan, the Queen’s Chamber in the Great Pyramid and a small one I happened upon at the sea. These are but a few I have found.
The special experience of your caves, somewhere, is waiting for you and if you have found them, you can always return there calling them at any time into your mind’s eye.