Letters from Anandashram - 1993 to 1994
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I made short visits to Anandashram in Kerala several times (see Chapters in 'Letters from India' book), then stayed for eight months, from December 1993 till August 1994. It is a wonderful place infused with the Name of God! Started by Swami Ramdas, continued by Mother Krishnabai, later run by Swami Satchidananda. See: http://www.anandashram.org/
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Anandashram
Anandashram P.O.,
Kanhangad 671531
Dist. Kasaragod,
Kerala,
India.
Tel: (0467) 2203036/ 2209477
Email: anandashram@gmail.com
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