On My Knees to Bhagavan

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When I first joined this list, Harshaji made a few references to Sri

Ramana. So, one day, I carefully copied his name into my

search engine and went looking to see who this man was, that Harsha

spoke of with so much love. I landed onto a website which featured a

photo right in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, I felt that now

familiar energy landing right in my chest, as the power of the force

literally threw me back in my chair, which is on wheels. As the

chair rolled back I fell forward off the seat and onto the floor in

front of my computer screen...on my knees...to Bhagavan.

I took the hint :-) Although there were no thoughts which entered

into my mind, there was energy which emanated from his eyes, his

gaze, if you will, right into mine, right into me. I began a certain

ritual, I guess, of devotion, to his image. I printed out that photo

of him. I put scotch tape on the back of it and would place it on my

computer screen. Then, I would get onto my knees for the next

"session." Silence is conversation.

One day, I was working in my office at the computer. The image of

Bhagavan was lying next to me on a little table near the computer.

My son Jesse, then 3, came into the room. He wandered over to me,

picked up the photo and began to carry it away. I turned and

watched, smiling, as he placed it onto the wall in the room, just

about eye level for his height.

Suddenly, and before I could stop him, his chubby little hand whipped

up into the air and he struck the image of Sri Ramana right in the

face. As my eyes opened wide in shock and my smile turned to dismay

at his behavior, I yelled out to him..."Jesse, stop it! What is the

matter with you? You don't hit like that. Why did you hit him?" I

was completely puzzled by what he had done, and was ashamed that my

son would strike Sri Ramana. He turned and looked at me, surprise in

his own face, mixed with a child's indignation..."But, Mommy, he

punched me," he said, his own eyes open wide.

I could not believe what I was hearing, yet at this point, so many

strange things had happened in my life that I believed him. Still, I

took on a certain questioning attitude towards him. "He punched you?

What do you mean he punched you? Where did he punch you?" He looked

at me solemn as could be, pointed to the space on his forehead between

his eyebrows and said..."Right here, Mommy." he still had his own

little look of shock on his face and still had that attitude as if he

had every right to defend himself.

Now, my eyes really opened wide and I gulped. Although Jesse had no

idea of the significance of the area he pointed to, I knew it

represented the third eye chakra. I regained my composure and told

him that he should not hit Mr. Maharshi, which is how I refer to Sri

Ramana to him now. I told him that Mr. Maharshi had not punched him,

but that he had blessed him. He looked dubious but said nothing more.

For a few months after that, every time he would come into that room

or near where I have another image of Sri Ramana, he would cautiously

approach him, with a shy smile on his face. Then he would talk to him

and say hello to him. He also told me that Bhagavan "punched" him a

few more times. Fortunately, he listened to me and there were no

more chubby hands in the air.

Meanwhile, the photo that he put onto the wall stayed right there,

just at the height of Jesse's eyes as he stood, just at the height of

mine when I kneeled...on my knees to Bhagavan. For me, it also went on

for several months before it stopped and I was turned over to Lord

Shiva. I cry as I write this and I am not sure why...but I share it

with you to assure you..."There are more things in heaven and earth,

Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Love,

Joyce

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Hello Joyce,

 

Thank you for sharing this!

Jesse is so fortunate!

 

Peace.

 

Ram

 

 

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

> ==================================================================

>

> When I first joined this list, Harshaji made a few references to Sri

Ramana. So, one day, I carefully copied his name into my search

engine and went looking to see who this man was, that Harsha spoke of

with so much love. I landed onto a website which featured a photo

right in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, I felt that now familiar

energy landing right in my chest, as the power of the force literally

threw me back in my chair, which is on wheels. As the chair rolled

back I fell forward off the seat and onto the floor in front of my

computer screen...on my knees...to Bhagavan.

>

>

[Guest guest]

Thank you very much for your msg. I became very emotional while

reading your msg and it took some time for me to control myself . I

am not able to undestad.

With Love & Om

DoraLady Joyce <shaantih (AT) comcast (DOT) net> wrote:

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When I first joined this list, Harshaji made a few references to Sri

Ramana. So, one day, I carefully copied his name into my

search engine and went looking to see who this man was, that Harsha

spoke of with so much love. I landed onto a website which featured a

photo right in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, I felt that now

familiar energy landing right in my chest, as the power of the force

literally threw me back in my chair, which is on wheels. As the

chair rolled back I fell forward off the seat and onto the floor in

front of my computer screen...on my knees...to Bhagavan.

I took the hint :-) Although there were no thoughts which entered

into my mind, there was energy which emanated from his eyes, his

gaze, if you will, right into mine, right into me. I began a certain

ritual, I guess, of devotion, to his image. I printed out that photo

of him. I put scotch tape on the back of it and would place it on my

computer screen. Then, I would get onto my knees for the next

"session." Silence is conversation.

One day, I was working in my office at the computer. The image of

Bhagavan was lying next to me on a little table near the computer.

My son Jesse, then 3, came into the room. He wandered over to me,

picked up the photo and began to carry it away. I turned and

watched, smiling, as he placed it onto the wall in the room, just

about eye level for his height.

Suddenly, and before I could stop him, his chubby little hand whipped

up into the air and he struck the image of Sri Ramana right in the

face. As my eyes opened wide in shock and my smile turned to dismay

at his behavior, I yelled out to him..."Jesse, stop it! What is the

matter with you? You don't hit like that. Why did you hit him?" I

was completely puzzled by what he had done, and was ashamed that my

son would strike Sri Ramana. He turned and looked at me, surprise in

his own face, mixed with a child's indignation..."But, Mommy, he

punched me," he said, his own eyes open wide.

I could not believe what I was hearing, yet at this point, so many

strange things had happened in my life that I believed him. Still, I

took on a certain questioning attitude towards him. "He punched you?

What do you mean he punched you? Where did he punch you?" He looked

at me solemn as could be, pointed to the space on his forehead between

his eyebrows and said..."Right here, Mommy." he still had his own

little look of shock on his face and still had that attitude as if he

had every right to defend himself.

Now, my eyes really opened wide and I gulped. Although Jesse had no

idea of the significance of the area he pointed to, I knew it

represented the third eye chakra. I regained my composure and told

him that he should not hit Mr. Maharshi, which is how I refer to Sri

Ramana to him now. I told him that Mr. Maharshi had not punched him,

but that he had blessed him. He looked dubious but said nothing more.

For a few months after that, every time he would come into that room

or near where I have another image of Sri Ramana, he would cautiously

approach him, with a shy smile on his face. Then he would talk to him

and say hello to him. He also told me that Bhagavan "punched" him a

few more times. Fortunately, he listened to me and there were no

more chubby hands in the air.

Meanwhile, the photo that he put onto the wall stayed right there,

just at the height of Jesse's eyes as he stood, just at the height of

mine when I kneeled...on my knees to Bhagavan. For me, it also went on

for several months before it stopped and I was turned over to Lord

Shiva. I cry as I write this and I am not sure why...but I share it

with you to assure you..."There are more things in heaven and earth,

Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Love,

Joyce

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Joyce, LadyLove: Meanwhile, the photo that he put onto the wall stayed

right there, just at the height of Jesse's eyes as he stood, just at

the height of mine when I kneeled...on my knees to Bhagavan. For me,

it also went on for several months before it stopped and I was turned

over to Lord Shiva. I cry as I write this and I am not sure why...but

I share it with you to assure you..."There are more things in heaven

and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Love,

Joyce

Dear Joyce,

 

Thank you very much for your msg. I became very emotional while

reading your msg and it took some time for me to control myself . I

am not able to undestad.

 

With Love & Om

Dora

 

 

Dearest Joyce and DearHeart Dora,

 

In this evening of the AM hours, before two, quite so before two, I

awakened with a sense of something unsettling. For one thing I was

entirely engulfed in physical pain, moreso than ordinarily's so. So I

got up and changed sleepwear which was soaked in the body burning

river. It was cold and I was cold and my bones felt as if they

contained the pain of all the rivers of pain that ever were or ever

could be felt in the human body. Embodiment of Shiva, of Kali, and

It's doing cosmic calligraphy in bone-crushing clarity, dipped in the

dark inkwell of the unbearable...taken to the edge of the ledge of

losing it.

 

I sat in the chair in the dark, and such thoughts were swirling

through this dark night flowing winter river of grieving for this

body, for this dear, dear Dear being. I began weeping, just crying,

just crying out in my head, in my heart so breaking that this body

and this me, this Mazie-named person was still waking at night in

such a painful world, such a pain-filled world that had whirled for

forty years taking the very structure away, the house I live in and

wander in seeking the Friend, and I cried out plaintively, "Oh what

God now is there to call to? Who can save you from this? Who will

hear your prayers, prayers that even now you cannot call out. Who can

I call out to? Who is there to hear me, to help me, to save me from

this that is my life?"

 

No God, no salvation, no hope, no belief, nothing and no one in that

moment but the empty and complete grief I had for this being I know

only as Mazie. The dam burst further open than even this. All the

Advaita talk, the Zen talk, friends like Vicki Woodyard, John L,

Harshaji, and their words, the words I've heard from friends like

Danji and Gene, words heard from my dear friends like Linda and Linda

and Patty and Patrick, they all came swirling around like a cloud of

obscurring assurance. I felt assured of only one thing, and that was

that I was entirely alone in this that I was facing now. Then

something changed, and all the words and advice and visions and

wrongs or rights, they became "one long unobstructed cry" to God,

(whatever that may be.) I wept like there was no end to the tears,

and I wept to the Beloved, I wept to the One, to the Beautiful One, I

wept and cried out into the night of this Dark Parinda's Princess,

this Rumi's Giftess, this roaring Lioness of Light, I called out with

all might and power and grace to the Nameless Face, "Beloved, my

Beloved, Help me! Help me! Help me...."

 

A thousand shackles fell away in the tide of that release of believing

there was anything but Love, anything but Wisdom, anything but

Perfection, anything that was less than Yes to all that this, This,

Is.

 

As It Is Now...This Is As-If the Gift that Sri Ramana gave me at

twelve, ignited in this dark-night ride into "Who Am I?"

 

Then, Dearest Blessed Friends, I went in and opened up the big blue

box that stocks Shakti for all the late-night creatures of seeking to

cease seeking.

 

First, there was this from Wim at AdyashantiSatsang, a reply to something written to another:

 

"I remember how, one time in the midst of doubt, how well I actually

knew and saw. Then I saw clearly that it counted for everyone...

no-one really being ignorant, just playing it very well. When I saw

that in myself, I saw the failure of ignorance in everyone."

Brother Wim, Wim the Friend, thank you for This.

 

Immediately after this ripe plum falling into my lap, I went to

Harsha's and read your stunning story Joyceji. What can I say? What

words can convey what it did and how deeply it did what it did in

moving my Heart....in a knowing happiness, in your happiness and my

happiness and the happiness of all the friends mentioned in this and

those not mentioned, and Joyce, when I got to the end where you have

written:

 

"Meanwhile, the photo that he put onto the wall stayed right there,

just at the height of Jesse's eyes as he stood, just at the height of

mine when I kneeled...on my knees to Bhagavan. For me, it also went on

for several months before it stopped and I was turned over to Lord

Shiva. I cry as I write this and I am not sure why...but I share it

with you to assure you..."There are more things in heaven and earth,

Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Love,

Joyce

I cried again and fully, filled with such, such, This That I Cannot Say...

Oh how blessed Grace-given are these moments now before me when in my

pleas to Love, the Beloved Comes in the form of all these Friends

sending in, winging in on cyber-light to reveal, to reveal and revel

in OneHeart that there is nothing and no one apart from the "other."

You are my Mother, Sri Bhagavan.

You are my Father, Sister, Brother, Child, Friend...

What You send, I accept and jubilate.

Late-night letting go by letting go and letting Love have Its way...

Whatever It Is, That is the Middle Way of Love's Play.

 

 

"There is neither creation nor destruction,

Neither destiny nor free will,

Neither path nor progress.

This is the final truth."

~ Sri Bhagavan

 

LoveAlways,

Mazie (thanking my Beloved Bob for being there)

 

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[Guest guest]

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

 

Namaste,

 

This is all in your own mind. Ramana's body has dropped and he

therefore doesn't exist, he merged.

You are attributing things to pictures and gurus that are in reality

your own lower and higher mind . Naming your own high self so to

speak. Luckily you are in no danger as some who worship fraud gurus

etc, who manipulate this transference for their own egoistic

motives.....ONS....Tony.

[Guest guest]

Very well said, Tony,

thanks

Warwick

-

Tony OClery

Saturday, January 17, 2004 5:17 AM

Re: On My Knees to Bhagavan

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:Namaste,This is all in your own mind. Ramana's body has dropped

and he therefore doesn't exist, he merged.You are attributing things

to pictures and gurus that are in reality your own lower and higher

mind . Naming your own high self so to speak. Luckily you are in no

danger as some who worship fraud gurus etc, who manipulate this

transference for their own egoistic

motives.....ONS....Tony./join

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[Guest guest]

, "Tony OClery" <aoclery>

wrote:

> , "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

> wrote:

>

> Namaste,

>

> This is all in your own mind. Ramana's body has dropped and he

> therefore doesn't exist, he merged.

> You are attributing things to pictures and gurus that are in

reality

> your own lower and higher mind . Naming your own high self so to

> speak. Luckily you are in no danger as some who worship fraud gurus

> etc, who manipulate this transference for their own egoistic

> motives.....ONS....Tony.

 

 

However, the fact remains that Harsha requested Ramana stories, and

Joyce generously contributed one for no other reason whatsoever.

 

Now that's a true act of love!

 

In the end, Tony, it's my experience that that's what counts the very

most.

 

Kheyala

 

P.S. If someone says ONS to you, what do you say back?

[Guest guest]

, "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>

wrote:

> , "Tony OClery"

<aoclery>

> wrote:

> > , "Lady Joyce"

<shaantih@c...>

> > wrote:

> >

> > Namaste,

> >

> > This is all in your own mind. Ramana's body has dropped and he

> > therefore doesn't exist, he merged.

> > You are attributing things to pictures and gurus that are in

> reality

> > your own lower and higher mind . Naming your own high self so to

> > speak. Luckily you are in no danger as some who worship fraud

gurus

> > etc, who manipulate this transference for their own egoistic

> > motives.....ONS....Tony.

>

>

> However, the fact remains that Harsha requested Ramana stories,

and

> Joyce generously contributed one for no other reason whatsoever.

>

> Now that's a true act of love!

>

> In the end, Tony, it's my experience that that's what counts the

very

> most.

>

> Kheyala

>

> P.S. If someone says ONS to you, what do you say back?

 

Namaste,

 

This is however a discussion group.....Siva to me is Sivatayi also

and not just the small siva that people worship as a god.The name

however is the same.I use it in the way Ramana did..ONS...Tony

[Guest guest]

Dear Joyce, Tony, Warwick and ALL,

 

Joyce: I loved your story about you and your child

and Ramana's picture. It is very inspirational. And

this thread has sort of roused something in me that I

would like to share.

 

I don't believe in a personal god, or avatars, or

divine humans; except to say that if anyone is divine

then we're all divine. Frankly, I think that there is

nothing but GOD/SELF/BRAHMAN/whatever. And please

lets don't get hung up on words and definitions - just

go with me for a minute. I'd like to make some

comments.

 

 

--- Warwick Wakefield <formandsubstance

wrote:

> Very well said, Tony,

>

> thanks

>

> Warwick

> -

> Tony OClery

>

> Saturday, January 17, 2004 5:17 AM

> Re: On My Knees to

> Bhagavan

>

>

> , "Lady

> Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

> wrote:

>

> Namaste,

>

> This is all in your own mind.

 

Comment: Tony, this post was about a young child's

experience. Do you think that the child was old

enough to just "imagine" some kind of "experience"

from the picture of Ramana? You might expect that of

an adult; but I don't think that this child was old

enough to be fantasizing about a "third eye"

experience like this.

 

And Joyce's son isn't the only one who has experienced

these types of things. Pictures of other sages have

triggered similar things in other people.

 

> Ramana's body has

> dropped and he

> therefore doesn't exist, he merged.

 

I'm with you Tony. Ramana was/has "merged". Ramana

was/is the SELF. You are too and so is "I". But

Ramana played a role in the cosmic "play", "dream"

that other people don't play - The role of guru. And

his role continues. I myself can't go the "human

guru" route; but you know what, other people do and it

"works" for them. :-) You seem to doubt whether or not

the SELF can shed IT's grace to someONE through a

picture. You seem to know how the SELF can express

itSELF and how it can't and you try to limit the SELF

through those consepts. But you know what, the SELF

does things in ways that none of us have any clue

about.

> You are attributing things to pictures and gurus

> that are in reality

> your own lower and higher mind .

 

Tony: There's nothing but the SELF. There's no

picture, there's no guru, there's no lower mind,

there's no higher mind, there's nothing but the SELF.

Or you might say that all of those things and all

events are the SELF.

 

I met a guy that was born and raised on a cattle ranch

in Eastern Colorado. This ranch was out on the plains

where there were very few people and this cowboy was

born 35 years before the "Internet age". When a

person lives in those areas their exposure to things

is quite limited. But one night when he was in his

late teens he had a dream. A strange looking man, in

a strange looking land, performed some kind of strange

ceremony on him. He said that the dream was vivid and

made a major impression on him. But he had no idea

waht it was about. Years passed, I don't remember

just how long, and one day he happened to be in a

large city and was passing by a bookstore and in the

window he saw a book and it had a picture of Ramana on

the cover. When he saw this picture, he realized

immediately that this person was the man in the dream

from many years ago.

 

He was astounded. He went in and bought the book and

immediately started learning all that he could about

Sri Ramana. He went to Tiru not long after that and

spent a great deal of time there. I met him some time

later.

 

But my point is: Why did he see Ramana in a dream?

Why did he happen to then see Ramana's picture on the

book? This is how the SELF is. Please, don't try to

limit how the SELF can work. You can't possibly

succeed. You can talk and write forever; but you

can't possibly limit the limitless SELF.

 

Listen, I truly believe that none of us can even begin

to imagine how LIFE is and what it can do. LIFE is

nothing but SELF and it is beyond conception.

 

 

Sincerely,

 

michael

 

 

 

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, Michael Bowes

<rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> Dear Joyce, Tony, Warwick and ALL,

>

> Joyce: I loved your story about you and your child

> and Ramana's picture. It is very inspirational. And

> this thread has sort of roused something in me that I

> would like to share.

>

> I don't believe in a personal god, or avatars, or

> divine humans; except to say that if anyone is divine

> then we're all divine. Frankly, I think that there is

> nothing but GOD/SELF/BRAHMAN/whatever. And please

> lets don't get hung up on words and definitions - just

> go with me for a minute. I'd like to make some

> comments.

>

>

> --- Warwick Wakefield <formandsubstance@t...>

> wrote:

> > Very well said, Tony,

> >

> > thanks

> >

> > Warwick

 

 

Namaste,

 

I am aware there is only the Self however we live in relativity. I

do not know whether the child had cakra experience or not. There is

telepathy and hypnosis. And as Ramana says, on this subject, it just

goes to prove that there is only one mind.

Many years ago I encouraged my children with these siddhis, and they

got to a stage where they could make the schoolteacher scratch his

head or turn around in class at will. The were keeping each other

awake at night with telepathy etc. Eventually I had to advise them

against that behaviour. This was long before I got into Vedanta

though. Thoughts can be subconsciously transferred by humans and

deliberately transferred by spirits etc.

I remember manifestations occurring in my own home when we were

meditating or doing bhajans etc. However they come from the

subconscious mind of those present, in the main. Oh I could go on

forever on this, astral manifestations etc etc, magic ash, amrit etc

etc.

 

There is only Siva the Self or Sakti, and even that is ultimately

unreal for there is only Nirguna Brahman and none of this ever

happened..........ONS...Tony

[Guest guest]

, "Tony OClery" <aoclery>

wrote:

>

> Namaste,

>

> This is however a discussion group.....Siva to me is Sivatayi also

> and not just the small siva that people worship as a god.The name

> however is the same.I use it in the way Ramana did..ONS...Tony

 

 

 

Okay, this is a discussion group. But what is the point of

discussion if it doesn't bring us back Home?

 

Bring us back Home, Tony! Write us something that tastes of Home.

 

Kheyala

[Guest guest]

, "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>

wrote:

> , "Tony OClery"

<aoclery>

> wrote:

>

> >

> > Namaste,

> >

> > This is however a discussion group.....Siva to me is Sivatayi

also

> > and not just the small siva that people worship as a god.The

name

> > however is the same.I use it in the way Ramana did..ONS...Tony

>

>

>

> Okay, this is a discussion group. But what is the point of

> discussion if it doesn't bring us back Home?

>

> Bring us back Home, Tony! Write us something that tastes of Home.

>

> Kheyala

 

Namaste,

 

I am not going to write about feeding on the corpses of dead

chickens to please you hahahahah........ONS..Tony

[Guest guest]

, "Tony OClery" <aoclery>

wrote:

> , "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>

> wrote:

> > , "Tony OClery"

> <aoclery>

> > wrote:

> >

> > >

> > > Namaste,

> > >

> > > This is however a discussion group.....Siva to me is Sivatayi

> also

> > > and not just the small siva that people worship as a god.The

> name

> > > however is the same.I use it in the way Ramana did..ONS...Tony

> >

> >

> >

> > Okay, this is a discussion group. But what is the point of

> > discussion if it doesn't bring us back Home?

> >

> > Bring us back Home, Tony! Write us something that tastes of Home.

> >

> > Kheyala

>

> Namaste,

>

> I am not going to write about feeding on the corpses of dead

> chickens to please you hahahahah........ONS..Tony

 

 

Ha ha! Very close; at least it's original.

 

Try again!

 

[Guest guest]

Dear Tony,

 

That was truly funny. :-)

 

Thanks.

 

michael

 

 

--- Tony OClery <aoclery wrote:

> , "kheyalove"

> <kheyala@n...>

> wrote:

> > , "Tony

> OClery"

> <aoclery>

> > wrote:

> >

> > >

> > > Namaste,

> > >

> > > This is however a discussion group.....Siva to

> me is Sivatayi

> also

> > > and not just the small siva that people worship

> as a god.The

> name

> > > however is the same.I use it in the way Ramana

> did..ONS...Tony

> >

> >

> >

> > Okay, this is a discussion group. But what is the

> point of

> > discussion if it doesn't bring us back Home?

> >

> > Bring us back Home, Tony! Write us something that

> tastes of Home.

> >

> > Kheyala

>

> Namaste,

>

> I am not going to write about feeding on the corpses

> of dead

> chickens to please you hahahahah........ONS..>

>

 

 

 

 

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Dear Ram and Dora and Tony and Mazie and b and Michael and Michael and

Viorica and Kheyala and Harsha and and and.....:-)

Yesterday I watched with interest as the posts flew on HS. Meanwhile,

I was busy with work and then kids and then, well...do not get a

digital camera unless you want to get addicted:-) So, today, I can

step back while the kids watch TV (yes I let them watch it..Dexter is

currently at work in his lab as we speak) and try to write a short

note before I clean my floors... and I will NOT tell you how dirty

they are!

Dora, I attach my reply to yours because it says it All. I do not

understand either. There was a time when I would have been quite

skeptical of what I read here and what I wrote here. Like Tony, I,

too, would have said that it is all in the mind, only from a

different perspective than he. I would have then

thought to myself that the person was a little, um, cookoo! But, OK

whatever floats your boat...just stay away from me!

Then my whole world turned around and nothing has been the same since.

This happened months before the moments with Sri Ramana began. I was

indeed lucky in that my Guru came to me and not the other way around.

God does indeed grant darshan in your own home. I was not

looking...in fact in the beginning I resisted although not for long.

When God pulls you to Him, it is hard to resist the beauty of such

Love.

And so, this body known as Joyce (and a few other select names :-)

became nothing more than a shell to keep me warm I guess! And to

keep me grounded to earth for the time being. Mine is not to know

why or question why. That is why I posted, because I was moved to do

so. And I did so for those who might benefit from knowing that the

Grace Is always there. There was a part of me that did not want to

post because I knew that Tony was out there, watching and waiting

(LOL Tonyji :-) I even hoped that maybe it would just pass by like

alot of posts do without much ado. Much ado about nothing,

literally! I wonder if Shakespeare meant it that way? While I

understand conceptually that it is all a dream and that it never

happened, etcetera etcetera, boy am I grateful It happened to me.

Blessed Be.

Love to all,

Joyce

ps ..."There are more things in heaven and earth, Joycie, than are

dreamt of in your philosophy."

-

swathi dora

Friday, January 16, 2004 4:56 AM

Re: On My Knees to Bhagavan

Dear Joyce,

Thank you very much for your msg. I became very emotional while

reading your msg and it took some time for me to control myself . I

am not able to undestad.

With Love & Om

DoraLady Joyce <shaantih (AT) comcast (DOT) net> wrote:

==================================================================

When I first joined this list, Harshaji made a few references to Sri

Ramana. So, one day, I carefully copied his name into my

search engine and went looking to see who this man was, that Harsha

spoke of with so much love. I landed onto a website which featured a

photo right in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, I felt that now

familiar energy landing right in my chest, as the power of the force

literally threw me back in my chair, which is on wheels. As the

chair rolled back I fell forward off the seat and onto the floor in

front of my computer screen...on my knees...to Bhagavan.

I took the hint :-) Although there were no thoughts which entered

into my mind, there was energy which emanated from his eyes, his

gaze, if you will, right into mine, right into me. I began a certain

ritual, I guess, of devotion, to his image. I printed out that photo

of him. I put scotch tape on the back of it and would place it on my

computer screen. Then, I would get onto my knees for the next

"session." Silence is conversation.

One day, I was working in my office at the computer. The image of

Bhagavan was lying next to me on a little table near the computer.

My son Jesse, then 3, came into the room. He wandered over to me,

picked up the photo and began to carry it away. I turned and

watched, smiling, as he placed it onto the wall in the room, just

about eye level for his height.

Suddenly, and before I could stop him, his chubby little hand whipped

up into the air and he struck the image of Sri Ramana right in the

face. As my eyes opened wide in shock and my smile turned to dismay

at his behavior, I yelled out to him..."Jesse, stop it! What is the

matter with you? You don't hit like that. Why did you hit him?" I

was completely puzzled by what he had done, and was ashamed that my

son would strike Sri Ramana. He turned and looked at me, surprise in

his own face, mixed with a child's indignation..."But, Mommy, he

punched me," he said, his own eyes open wide.

I could not believe what I was hearing, yet at this point, so many

strange things had happened in my life that I believed him. Still, I

took on a certain questioning attitude towards him. "He punched you?

What do you mean he punched you? Where did he punch you?" He looked

at me solemn as could be, pointed to the space on his forehead between

his eyebrows and said..."Right here, Mommy." he still had his own

little look of shock on his face and still had that attitude as if he

had every right to defend himself.

Now, my eyes really opened wide and I gulped. Although Jesse had no

idea of the significance of the area he pointed to, I knew it

represented the third eye chakra. I regained my composure and told

him that he should not hit Mr. Maharshi, which is how I refer to Sri

Ramana to him now. I told him that Mr. Maharshi had not punched him,

but that he had blessed him. He looked dubious but said nothing more.

For a few months after that, every time he would come into that room

or near where I have another image of Sri Ramana, he would cautiously

approach him, with a shy smile on his face. Then he would talk to him

and say hello to him. He also told me that Bhagavan "punched" him a

few more times. Fortunately, he listened to me and there were no

more chubby hands in the air.

Meanwhile, the photo that he put onto the wall stayed right there,

just at the height of Jesse's eyes as he stood, just at the height of

mine when I kneeled...on my knees to Bhagavan. For me, it also went on

for several months before it stopped and I was turned over to Lord

Shiva. I cry as I write this and I am not sure why...but I share it

with you to assure you..."There are more things in heaven and earth,

Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Love,

Joyce

[Guest guest]

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

> Dear Ram and Dora and Tony and Mazie and b and Michael and Michael

and Viorica and Kheyala and Harsha and and and.....:-)

>

> Yesterday I watched with interest as the posts flew on HS.

Meanwhile, I was busy with work and then kids and then, well...do

not get a digital camera unless you want to get addicted:-) So,

today, I can step back while the kids watch TV (yes I let them watch

it..Dexter is currently at work in his lab as we speak) and try to

write a short note before I clean my floors... and I will NOT tell

you how dirty they are!

>

> Dora, I attach my reply to yours because it says it All. I do not

understand either. There was a time when I would have been quite

skeptical of what I read here and what I wrote here. Like Tony, I,

too, would have said that it is all in the mind, only from a

different perspective than he. I would have then

> thought to myself that the person was a little, um, cookoo! But,

OK whatever floats your boat...just stay away from me!

>

> Then my whole world turned around and nothing has been the same

since. This happened months before the moments with Sri Ramana

began. I was indeed lucky in that my Guru came to me and not the

other way around. God does indeed grant darshan in your own home. I

was not looking...in fact in the beginning I resisted although not

for long. When God pulls you to Him, it is hard to resist the

beauty of such Love.

>

> And so, this body known as Joyce (and a few other select names :-)

became nothing more than a shell to keep me warm I guess! And to

keep me grounded to earth for the time being. Mine is not to know

why or question why. That is why I posted, because I was moved to

do so. And I did so for those who might benefit from knowing that

the Grace Is always there. There was a part of me that did not want

to post because I knew that Tony was out there, watching and waiting

(LOL Tonyji :-) I even hoped that maybe it would just pass by like

alot of posts do without much ado. Much ado about nothing,

literally! I wonder if Shakespeare meant it that way? While I

understand conceptually that it is all a dream and that it never

happened, etcetera etcetera, boy am I grateful It happened to me.

Blessed Be.

>

> Love to all,

>

> Joyce

>

> ps ..."There are more things in heaven and earth, Joycie, than

are dreamt of in your philosophy."

 

Namaste, Joyce et al,

 

Why would you be worried about me being out there if you were

convinced of what you wrote?

Secondly you misunderstand what I mean by mind. It seems you think I

am talking of delusions and imaginings---I am not, I am talking

about the only mind with its waves in the ocean. I am lurking on

here everyday I only post like this now and again and I don't know

why-------that's it..........ONS..Tony.

[Guest guest]

Namaste, Joyce et al,Why would you be worried about me being out there

if you were convinced of what you wrote?

 

Dear Tony...you overestimate your powers :-)

If I was so worried, I would not have posted it.

It stands for Itself. Now I am done.

 

LOL,

 

Joyce

[Guest guest]

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

> Namaste, Joyce et al,

>

> Why would you be worried about me being out there if you were

> convinced of what you wrote?

>

> Dear Tony...you overestimate your powers :-)

> If I was so worried, I would not have posted it.

> It stands for Itself. Now I am done.

>

> LOL,

>

> Joyce

 

Namaste,

 

I have no power---that is in your mind.......ONS...Tony