Guest guest Posted May 11, 2002 Report Share Posted May 11, 2002 Dearest Friends, For two nights now there has been an experience that i have tried to find a way to put into words adequate enough to do it justice. i've come up with nothing spoken or written quite clearly enough to give a true expression of this strange and wondrous thing that happens around us. Long ago i had read about the occurence of certain individuals being able to transmit Fragrance to another who is in another place and distance altogether, like Italy and America, Rio Dell and his abode. And certain individuals seem to be given the gift of being able to receive this transference very abundantly and frequently. Padre Pio often did this to his "Beloved children in Blessed Christ." Padre Pio spoke that God had "assigned" him certain individuals into his care and love and prayer completely. Not that he did not love everyone, but that particular 'individuals' were his from the Beloved to watch over and guide with his loving and lighted spirit. To give answer sometimes to inquiries and special prayers answered and sometimes just for the spiritual Joy of it, Padre Pio would "show his presence" by filling the air, the room, the car, the street with divine Fragrances. Often it was roses, lilies, or some fragrance that literally has no name or real description, for it is not of this world. In "Autobiography of a Yogi," there is a chapter on a "Perfume Saint" who could manifest any fragrance at will using some special siddhic snapping of the sprightly light fingers. The thing is that this keeps happening now straight out of some storybook or scriptural doctrine, but in an actual manifestation, the air fills with fragrance, overwhelming aroma so lovely it cause the swoon, the ecstacy of knowing my Beloved has just sent the God-Intoxication Brew to stew in and stroll into bliss in and jump for Jabberwocky kind of Joy kind of thing in. Amazingly, something so amazing, but it sounds like nothing when i write it down, and i was afraid that might happen, so no wonder i couldn't say it right. it's unsayable. Unstoppable too. Unbelievably overhwelming with Love when it happens. Like the near-death experience! The fennel embracing the air around me long before i had even come even remotely near to it was a sweet thing from the Beloved, for it was as if the fennel knew i was coming up that hill to stand and love it again, and it was hurrying me along to come and do that with the fingerlings of fresh fragrance fondling the atoms of the nightsky and making them sing out aloud as Fragrance, the fragrance was the LoveHeart of fennel, fennel who wanted me to come and Love it! And It wanted to Love me as fragrant fennel! Crazy, huh? And i mustn't even talk about the wild things that want me to play with their hearts around this rivered landscape! They play with mine all the time, and don't you just love that when the world, the entire world of flora and fauna want to come out and play with you!? They all love Love, loving them as Love, as much as we do. Really, don't You just Love It?! Love, Mazie _______________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 11, 2002 Report Share Posted May 11, 2002 Dear Mazie, When posting the incense story about Bhagavan I had not yet read your mail about fragrance. It seems to lay in the season, the whole nature is fuming, May is surely one of the most beautiful months (not so in India- there it must be unbearable hot now). I remember a remark of a devotee, that also Ramana has spread a beautiful fume round him. In HIM Gabriele , "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > Dearest Friends, > > For two nights now there has been an experience that i have tried to find a > way to put into words adequate enough to do it justice. i've come up with > nothing spoken or written quite clearly enough to give a true expression of > this strange and wondrous thing that happens around us. Long ago i had read > about the occurence of certain individuals being able to transmit Fragrance > to another who is in another place and distance altogether, like Italy and > America, Rio Dell and his abode. > And certain individuals seem to be given the gift of being able to receive > this transference very abundantly and frequently. > > Padre Pio often did this to his "Beloved children in Blessed Christ." Padre > Pio spoke that God had "assigned" him certain individuals into his care and > love and prayer completely. Not that he did not love everyone, but that > particular 'individuals' were his from the Beloved to watch over and guide > with his loving and lighted spirit. To give answer sometimes to inquiries > and special prayers answered and sometimes just for the spiritual Joy of it, > Padre Pio would "show his presence" by filling the air, the room, the car, > the street with divine Fragrances. Often it was roses, lilies, or some > fragrance that literally has no name or real description, for it is not of > this world. > > In "Autobiography of a Yogi," > there is a chapter on a "Perfume Saint" who could manifest any fragrance at > will using some special siddhic snapping of the sprightly light fingers. The > thing is that this keeps happening now straight out of some storybook or > scriptural doctrine, but in an actual manifestation, the air fills with > fragrance, overwhelming aroma so lovely it cause the swoon, the ecstacy of > knowing my Beloved has just sent the God-Intoxication Brew to stew in and > stroll into bliss in and jump for Jabberwocky kind of Joy kind of thing in. > Amazingly, something so amazing, but it sounds like nothing when i write it > down, and i was afraid that might happen, so no wonder i couldn't say it > right. it's unsayable. Unstoppable too. Unbelievably overhwelming with Love > when it happens. Like the near-death experience! > > The fennel embracing the air around me long before i had even come even > remotely near to it was a sweet thing from the Beloved, for it was as if the > fennel knew i was coming up that hill to stand and love it again, and it was > hurrying me along to come and do that with the fingerlings of fresh > fragrance fondling the atoms of the nightsky and making them sing out aloud > as Fragrance, the fragrance was the LoveHeart of fennel, fennel who wanted > me to come and Love it! And It wanted to Love me as fragrant fennel! > > Crazy, huh? And i mustn't even talk about the wild things that want me to > play with their hearts around this rivered landscape! They play with mine > all the time, and don't you just love that when the world, the entire world > of flora and fauna want to come out and play with you!? They all love Love, > loving them as Love, as much as we do. Really, don't You just Love It?! > > Love, > Mazie > > _______________ > Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. > http://www.hotmail.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 11, 2002 Report Share Posted May 11, 2002 Thanks Mazie for sharing the fragrance of your abundant vitality and wonder. You are a precious gift to your friends! Love to all Harsha Mazie Lane [sraddha54] Saturday, May 11, 2002 6:03 AM fennel and fragrance keeps appearing Dearest Friends, For two nights now there has been an experience that i have tried to find a way to put into words adequate enough to do it justice. i've come up with nothing spoken or written quite clearly enough to give a true expression of this strange and wondrous thing that happens around us. Long ago i had read about the occurence of certain individuals being able to transmit Fragrance to another who is in another place and distance altogether, like Italy and America, Rio Dell and his abode. And certain individuals seem to be given the gift of being able to receive this transference very abundantly and frequently. Padre Pio often did this to his "Beloved children in Blessed Christ." Padre Pio spoke that God had "assigned" him certain individuals into his care and love and prayer completely. Not that he did not love everyone, but that particular 'individuals' were his from the Beloved to watch over and guide with his loving and lighted spirit. To give answer sometimes to inquiries and special prayers answered and sometimes just for the spiritual Joy of it, Padre Pio would "show his presence" by filling the air, the room, the car, the street with divine Fragrances. Often it was roses, lilies, or some fragrance that literally has no name or real description, for it is not of this world. In "Autobiography of a Yogi," there is a chapter on a "Perfume Saint" who could manifest any fragrance at will using some special siddhic snapping of the sprightly light fingers. The thing is that this keeps happening now straight out of some storybook or scriptural doctrine, but in an actual manifestation, the air fills with fragrance, overwhelming aroma so lovely it cause the swoon, the ecstacy of knowing my Beloved has just sent the God-Intoxication Brew to stew in and stroll into bliss in and jump for Jabberwocky kind of Joy kind of thing in. Amazingly, something so amazing, but it sounds like nothing when i write it down, and i was afraid that might happen, so no wonder i couldn't say it right. it's unsayable. Unstoppable too. Unbelievably overhwelming with Love when it happens. Like the near-death experience! The fennel embracing the air around me long before i had even come even remotely near to it was a sweet thing from the Beloved, for it was as if the fennel knew i was coming up that hill to stand and love it again, and it was hurrying me along to come and do that with the fingerlings of fresh fragrance fondling the atoms of the nightsky and making them sing out aloud as Fragrance, the fragrance was the LoveHeart of fennel, fennel who wanted me to come and Love it! And It wanted to Love me as fragrant fennel! Crazy, huh? And i mustn't even talk about the wild things that want me to play with their hearts around this rivered landscape! They play with mine all the time, and don't you just love that when the world, the entire world of flora and fauna want to come out and play with you!? They all love Love, loving them as Love, as much as we do. Really, don't You just Love It?! Love, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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