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My Memoirs

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

my_memoirsMy Memoirs by Babamama is a book I’ll cherish forever. It is so fascinating to know about Shri Mataji’s family history. Babamama was indeed a very good story teller. All Sahaja Yogis must read this book. For the first time, I completely understand how universe was created.

The book has lot of typos and so, I wish someone would edit the book and republish it. This book is precious for our progeny. I’ll never forget the incident described in the book where Shri Mataji makes April fool of her family members. It is so amazing. This is what life is about.

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It was a miracle indeed

Monday, February 9th, 2009

On 7th Jan 2009, we were visiting our favorite playground at Avent Park in Oxford, MS. We were having fun when all of a sudden my 2 year old fell down on his face from a height of about 4 – 5 feet.

He looked really bad and we rushed to Tupelo ER (about 45 minutes away). My husband is a physician and he preferred Tupelo ER to Oxford ER. In the car, my son fell asleep and we just kept giving him bandhan. When we reached the parking lot of the Tupelo ER, my son woke up and he could speak properly, walk properly. He looked absolutely fine. We watched him closely and he was absolutely fine without any scratch. All we want to say is: Thank You, Shri Mataji.

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I’m Gonna Be with Mother in the Sahasrara

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

By: Rama
Sonja wrote: “This poem is dedicated to Adriana who is from Columbia, S.A. This is because when I asked her if she was going to Cabella for a Krishna puja as quite a few yogis were preparing to do, including her sister, Ofelia, she said very calmly, “No, I’m going to my Sahasrara.” I, myself, was unable to attend, but felt such a consolation that I, too, could be with Mother in my Sahasrara (always!).”

No trains to take
No lines to wait
I’ll stay at home
and meditate.
She sits and waits
in that holy place
That’s just as close
as two steps from Anahata,
the divine realm of Sahasrara.

I’ll climb there just using my breath
empowered by my kundalini.
Bringing Her a lovely bouquet of flowers
Offering Her my humility and purity of heart
She’ll smile on me Her beatific smile

which caresses my travel weary bones
Lying in Mother’s embrace , looking up at her face
I know where I can always reach Her
and where She always awaits me.

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Late Night Discovery

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

By: Rama
This poem is inspired by Tagore.

In silence I find myself going back to the original Thou
I find myself being true to my earliest Vow
To be One with You and reach the Light Within
That touches every cell from the deep well
of divine nectar springing forth life
trembling with happiness in the flame of Thine Love

The voyage is ongoing as thy blood travels through my veins
reaching my heart in endless cycles revolving in my body as
it pumps in steady rhythm to the tune of Life
I am here. I am Alive. I rejoice. You are Inside.

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I had never witnessed so much love coming from a human being – Alan Wherry

Monday, September 10th, 2007

I had always been fairly lucky in life, making a reasonable living, rising through hierarchies, owning a home, having a nice wife and children. However, I was an devout atheist of some 33 years standing and aware that I was living in a state of despair – and worse, I was turning into one of those nasty, bitter old men that most people rightly steer well clear of.

I was working in Soho Square, London and one day in September 1990, as I left my office for lunch, I saw a poster of Shri Mataji. My attention was immediately and compellingly drawn to her face. I read the text on the poster, there was to be a Public Program at Hammersmith Town Hall that coming Friday evening. My ego/conditioning kicked in, and I thought, “It’s probably a cult, one of the those Indian things.” But each time I left the office, as if drawn by some magnetic force, I found myself looking at her face – I had never seen a face like it, it embraced a huge spectrum of emotions and feelings. (more…)

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