Last night I was hanging out with my friends Aris, Arthur Grigorian and a few others. Arthur, a famous musician, suggested we go to Noravank. Noravank is a few hours away near Vayk and it was 11 at night. He told us that there is a spirit that appears to him at night there and he felt compelled to visit and take us there. So we got in his van and took a drive to Noravank. I don't think I can describe the night we had but I will try to just ahhh... tell bits and parts.
To start, we stopped off at Yeghegnadzor and had a nice meal and began our singing. We ate eggs and tomatoes and cucumbers and drank Chamomille tea. Arthur told us a little about Noravank and the ourvakan we were about to meet. We continued.
We stopped on the road. Tall mountains on each side, a river and a valley... ECHO was amazing. We all screamed and screamed until we had let it out... our voices echoed on for seconds upon seconds. Arsen Grigorian a young Joghovourdakan singer sang Sayat Nova so beautifully there that my whole body was a goosebump. The stars were amazing. I lay upon a rock and listened to Arsen's amazing voice and just let Sayat Nova and the nature take over.
We then went to Noravank. Candles in hand to meet the ourvakan. We entered the monastary with candles. We spoke to the spirit who made noises back at us. I lit three candles and we had an amazing experience of speaking to our higher power, singing, and being dazzled by the beauty of this monastary. I can't explain it but I was spirituality at my highest.
Then to top it off we went to visit a hermit that Arthur is friends with. Mind you it is 4 in the morning at this point, so we woke him from his sleep. His bed was made of stone. He lives in a cave that he has completely built himself out of stone. His house was amazing.... all stone... the dining room table, STONE uncut and rugged. I was speechless. ME, the biggest loudmouth had nothing to say. He poured us homemade wine from a clay jug into clay cups. He also gave me pomegranates that he had grown himself. We sang and enjoyed his creation and enjoyed the light that the oil lamps gave. He had built a bridge to the cave and we crossed the bridge as if crossing back into the modern world where our van awaited.
This weekend was amazing, and last night was great. I am happy to be here and loving every minute of my decision to move here.
As for the spirit, I don't know, I can tell you this. It was magical.
To start, we stopped off at Yeghegnadzor and had a nice meal and began our singing. We ate eggs and tomatoes and cucumbers and drank Chamomille tea. Arthur told us a little about Noravank and the ourvakan we were about to meet. We continued.
We stopped on the road. Tall mountains on each side, a river and a valley... ECHO was amazing. We all screamed and screamed until we had let it out... our voices echoed on for seconds upon seconds. Arsen Grigorian a young Joghovourdakan singer sang Sayat Nova so beautifully there that my whole body was a goosebump. The stars were amazing. I lay upon a rock and listened to Arsen's amazing voice and just let Sayat Nova and the nature take over.
We then went to Noravank. Candles in hand to meet the ourvakan. We entered the monastary with candles. We spoke to the spirit who made noises back at us. I lit three candles and we had an amazing experience of speaking to our higher power, singing, and being dazzled by the beauty of this monastary. I can't explain it but I was spirituality at my highest.
Then to top it off we went to visit a hermit that Arthur is friends with. Mind you it is 4 in the morning at this point, so we woke him from his sleep. His bed was made of stone. He lives in a cave that he has completely built himself out of stone. His house was amazing.... all stone... the dining room table, STONE uncut and rugged. I was speechless. ME, the biggest loudmouth had nothing to say. He poured us homemade wine from a clay jug into clay cups. He also gave me pomegranates that he had grown himself. We sang and enjoyed his creation and enjoyed the light that the oil lamps gave. He had built a bridge to the cave and we crossed the bridge as if crossing back into the modern world where our van awaited.
This weekend was amazing, and last night was great. I am happy to be here and loving every minute of my decision to move here.
As for the spirit, I don't know, I can tell you this. It was magical.
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