Guest guest Posted January 18, 2003 Report Share Posted January 18, 2003 --- "ammasanju <ammasanju" <ammasanju wrote: This is absolutely beautifull message in this group , thank you , joanna p. > AMMA'S UNSENT LETTER (Br.Shivamrita Chaitanya) > > "It was two years since I came for Amma's darshan. > Even so, during darshan Amma did not utter a word to > me. In the past, how much Amma used to talk to me! > Now > Amma has many devotees to love Her. Amma has no love > left for me..." > > After reading out the letter to Amma, Lakshmi > readied > the tape-recorder for Her reply. Amma receives > thousands of letters daily in several languages from > all over the world. Amidst Her tight work schedule, > Amma will briefly reply to those who need a direct > response. The normal practice is that these letters > are translated and read out to Amma in Malayalam and > Amma's replies are then translated back into the > respective languages before they are sent. Lakshmi > often reads letters to Amma while She is brushing > Her > teeth, combing Her hair after bath, or having tea. > In > fact, owing to the attention She gives while > replying, > Amma sometimes forgets to attend to Her own, > personal > needs. > > When She heard these words, Amma, who was eating, > sat > silently for a moment. Then She began to reply as if > speaking directly to the complainant: "Dear > daughter, > you are saying Amma doesn´t love you; that Amma did > not talk to you even though you came for darshan > after > two years. Amma only knows how to love; She doesn´t > know how to show love. > > Amma could not say anything because Her heart was > overflowing with love when She saw you. Can all > those > things of the past two years be talked about in just > two seconds? Can the ocean of love be contained in > the > shell of a word? But daughter, you should know that > for so many years, even now and always, Amma is with > you day and night as your shadow. My dear daughter, > you should be kind enough to show a bit of love to > Amma too. You have no idea how eager Amma has been > to > hear a word from you or at least to see you thinking > about Amma. > > "Let me remind you about some of yesterday's events. > How many times in the early morning did Amma whisper > into your ears, ´Get up, get up?´. But you only went > deeper under your blanket. Later, when you got up > hesitantly, Amma was sure that you would remember > Her > for a moment or at least turn to the table to glance > at Amma's photo.But it doesn´t matter – maybe you > had > important things to think about. After all, Amma > only > has to look after her children. > > "Then, to remind you that you have a Mother, your > young > daughter was made to say;´Good morning, mummy.´ To > what end? > > When your daughter anxiously extended her hands to > touch you , you scolded her and chased her away, > shouting, ´Brush your teeth and take a bath." > > Amma thought that perhaps you had gotten up on the > wrong side of the bed. Comforting Herself with the > thought that there was still time left, Amma entered > the kitchen. There you started looking for the box > of matches after turning the cooking gas on. When > you > could not find it, you started cursing everyone. > Fortunately, your husband, who was shaving then, > smelt > the gas and thus helped to avoid a major accident. > > Amma felt relieved. But Amma´s hope of hearing a > word > of thanks from your mind for God´s Grace, if not for > Amma´s, was wasted. "Amma was still with you, > supporting you when you slipped in the bathroom; > reminding you to take the office key before you > stepped out of the house; stirring compassion in the > mind of the bus driver who had started moving away > from you; and ensuring that your feet did not slip > when you jumped onto the footboard of the bus. > "Arriving ahead of you in your office, Amma found > that > your boss was in a very angry mood. He was getting > ready to shout at you. What could Amma do? At once a > close friend of his was made to telephone and convey > some very good news. It was when he was rejoicing at > the news that you arrived. Fortunately, he didn´t > say > a word to you. > > "Amma knows that Her dear daughter has a lot of > responsibilities in the office. But Amma had just > hoped that you would consult Her when some of the > important decisions were to be taken. Alas, you do > not > realize that the fate of the hopes, wishes, tears > and > dreams of so many lives hangs on the tip of your > pen. > Amma keeps prompting the right course in your > innermost being. But more often than not, this > subtle > voice is drowned in the echoes of your thoughts. > "Still, Amma thought that you would remember Her at > least while taking out your lunch box, before > eating. > Even when it was shown to you through the example of > the person sitting next to you, it did not occur to > you that you should thank God for the food you were > about to have. Standing outside the room and keen to > eat a ball of rice from your hand, Amma extended Her > hand. Even though you saw, you turned your face > away. > Finally, when you threw the leftovers into the waste > bin, Amma snatched and ate a handful from the dogs > and > felt satisfied. After all, for Amma, Her children's > leftovers are prasad. > > "You rested for a while after lunch. Amma waited for > you to say something to her then. But your interest > was in speaking ill of others with your friends. > ´Can't Amma expect for Herself a small percentage of > Her daughter's love for her friends?´ She wondered. > ´Oh no, a mother should not have such hopes. > Children > have a world of their own. At times they may not > even > like their mother to enter into it.´ > > "While walking back from the office, Amma's eyes > were > on your every step. The slab covering the drain on > your way was about to break into pieces. Will > daughter > step on it? O! Saved just by a step! While you were > crossing the road, Amma's heart sank. My daughter > has not noticed the speed of the car that has > overtaken a truck. Oh, my God! My Child! Amma had to > act quickly. All She could lay Her hands on was a > fly. > But it took a moment for you to rub your eye, and > in that moment, the car raced past. Though Amma does > not know any God or Goddess apart from Herself, in > her > sankalpa as Mother, She sometimes calls out to the > Lord. But how is that not a word of thanks to that > Vishwashakti (Universal Power) dropped from your > lips? > > " The evening chanting of prayers could be heard > clearly through the loudspeakers in the nearby > temple; > you used to sing those prayers when you were young. > Amma was so eager to hear you singing once again the > way you sung then. Alas, the fruitless hopes of a > mother! > > "Amma then joined you in completing the evening > chores > – calling to your attention the right things at the > right time, lending a helping hand and transmitting > enthusiasm to your tired mind. Amma > knows that a married daughter, who has also become a > mother, will be able to remember her own mother only > at the very last moment." > > Finally, daughter switched off the kitchen light. A > few moments were left before going to bed. Amma – > living like an orphan in a dusty glass frame in the > puja room, behind a tarnished lamp lit by the > servant > maid only to prevent scolding – waited hopefully for > a > glance from her daughter. It was then that the sound > of the TV arose. > > Amma went to see what her daughter's favourite > programme was. It was a mindless story, interspersed > with tasteless advertisements. Daughter was yawning > and rubbing her eyes. ´If it is so boring, why > can´t she stand up and walk away?´ Amma thought. > ´Instead, ´Instead she is watching the whole serial, > === message truncated === Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 18, 2003 Report Share Posted January 18, 2003 Thanks for re-sending the story. The poll was created based on the story in this email. Ammachi/surveys?id=1024940 Keep in mind this response from the source (thank you Sara) ----- To summarize very briefly: Satish said that the same questions that have been raised on our List about the article have also been raised at Amritapuri.Mother read the article written by Br. Shivamritaji and liked it, before the article was published in Matruvani, and knew that the article was going to be printed in Martuvani. Amma has actually said those words attributed to Her in the article on different occasions to different devotees, in response to complaints that She had not given enough attention, or acknowledged the needs of a devotee. What Br. Shivamritaji did was to string Amma's responses together to make a beautiful narrative story. ----- If you hate the ideas of polls, you can voice your opinion in the poll itself (option 8). That way, we would all know better whether or not to have polls in the future. --- "ammasanju <ammasanju" <ammasanju wrote: AMMA'S UNSENT LETTER (Br.Shivamrita Chaitanya) "It was two years since I came for Amma's darshan. Even so, during darshan Amma did not utter a word to me. In the past, how much Amma used to talk to me! Now Amma has many devotees to love Her. Amma has no love left for me..." After reading out the letter to Amma, Lakshmi readied the tape-recorder for Her reply. Amma receives thousands of letters daily in several languages from all over the world. Amidst Her tight work schedule, Amma will briefly reply to those who need a direct response. The normal practice is that these letters are translated and read out to Amma in Malayalam and Amma's replies are then translated back into the respective languages before they are sent. Lakshmi often reads letters to Amma while She is brushing Her teeth, combing Her hair after bath, or having tea. In fact, owing to the attention She gives while replying, Amma sometimes forgets to attend to Her own, personal needs. When She heard these words, Amma, who was eating, sat silently for a moment. Then She began to reply as if speaking directly to the complainant: "Dear daughter, you are saying Amma doesn´t love you; that Amma did not talk to you even though you came for darshan after two years. Amma only knows how to love; She doesn´t know how to show love. Amma could not say anything because Her heart was overflowing with love when She saw you. Can all those things of the past two years be talked about in just two seconds? Can the ocean of love be contained in the shell of a word? But daughter, you should know that for so many years, even now and always, Amma is with you day and night as your shadow. My dear daughter, you should be kind enough to show a bit of love to Amma too. You have no idea how eager Amma has been to hear a word from you or at least to see you thinking about Amma. "Let me remind you about some of yesterday's events. How many times in the early morning did Amma whisper into your ears, ´Get up, get up?´. But you only went deeper under your blanket. Later, when you got up hesitantly, Amma was sure that you would remember Her for a moment or at least turn to the table to glance at Amma's photo.But it doesn´t matter – maybe you had important things to think about. After all, Amma only has to look after her children. "Then, to remind you that you have a Mother, your young daughter was made to say;´Good morning, mummy.´ To what end? When your daughter anxiously extended her hands to touch you , you scolded her and chased her away, shouting, ´Brush your teeth and take a bath." Amma thought that perhaps you had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. Comforting Herself with the thought that there was still time left, Amma entered the kitchen. There you started looking for the box of matches after turning the cooking gas on. When you could not find it, you started cursing everyone. Fortunately, your husband, who was shaving then, smelt the gas and thus helped to avoid a major accident. Amma felt relieved. But Amma´s hope of hearing a word of thanks from your mind for God´s Grace, if not for Amma´s, was wasted. "Amma was still with you, supporting you when you slipped in the bathroom; reminding you to take the office key before you stepped out of the house; stirring compassion in the mind of the bus driver who had started moving away from you; and ensuring that your feet did not slip when you jumped onto the footboard of the bus. "Arriving ahead of you in your office, Amma found that your boss was in a very angry mood. He was getting ready to shout at you. What could Amma do? At once a close friend of his was made to telephone and convey some very good news. It was when he was rejoicing at the news that you arrived. Fortunately, he didn´t say a word to you. "Amma knows that Her dear daughter has a lot of responsibilities in the office. But Amma had just hoped that you would consult Her when some of the important decisions were to be taken. Alas, you do not realize that the fate of the hopes, wishes, tears and dreams of so many lives hangs on the tip of your pen. Amma keeps prompting the right course in your innermost being. But more often than not, this subtle voice is drowned in the echoes of your thoughts. "Still, Amma thought that you would remember Her at least while taking out your lunch box, before eating. Even when it was shown to you through the example of the person sitting next to you, it did not occur to you that you should thank God for the food you were about to have. Standing outside the room and keen to eat a ball of rice from your hand, Amma extended Her hand. Even though you saw, you turned your face away. Finally, when you threw the leftovers into the waste bin, Amma snatched and ate a handful from the dogs and felt satisfied. After all, for Amma, Her children's leftovers are prasad. "You rested for a while after lunch. Amma waited for you to say something to her then. But your interest was in speaking ill of others with your friends. ´Can't Amma expect for Herself a small percentage of Her daughter's love for her friends?´ She wondered. ´Oh no, a mother should not have such hopes. Children have a world of their own. At times they may not even like their mother to enter into it.´ "While walking back from the office, Amma's eyes were on your every step. The slab covering the drain on your way was about to break into pieces. Will daughter step on it? O! Saved just by a step! While you were crossing the road, Amma's heart sank. My daughter has not noticed the speed of the car that has overtaken a truck. Oh, my God! My Child! Amma had to act quickly. All She could lay Her hands on was a fly. But it took a moment for you to rub your eye, and in that moment, the car raced past. Though Amma does not know any God or Goddess apart from Herself, in her sankalpa as Mother, She sometimes calls out to the Lord. But how is that not a word of thanks to that Vishwashakti (Universal Power) dropped from your lips? " The evening chanting of prayers could be heard clearly through the loudspeakers in the nearby temple; you used to sing those prayers when you were young. Amma was so eager to hear you singing once again the way you sung then. Alas, the fruitless hopes of a mother! "Amma then joined you in completing the evening chores – calling to your attention the right things at the right time, lending a helping hand and transmitting enthusiasm to your tired mind. Amma knows that a married daughter, who has also become a mother, will be able to remember her own mother only at the very last moment." Finally, daughter switched off the kitchen light. A few moments were left before going to bed. Amma – living like an orphan in a dusty glass frame in the puja room, behind a tarnished lamp lit by the servant maid only to prevent scolding – waited hopefully for a glance from her daughter. It was then that the sound of the TV arose. Amma went to see what her daughter's favourite programme was. It was a mindless story, interspersed with tasteless advertisements. Daughter was yawning and rubbing her eyes. ´If it is so boring, why can´t she stand up and walk away?´ Amma thought. ´Instead, ´Instead she is watching the whole serial, criticizing the producers and actors. Keeping the homework aside, little daughter is also sitting and watching. If the gardener himself lets the flower buds be attacked by pests, to whom can we complain? Can a mother contain all her inner sorrows in a sigh? No! At least, before going to bed, utter one word or think one thought of prayer! This day has gone like this. Tomorrow... my dear daughter will certainly remember Me tomorrow. Sleep well, daughter, let Amma cover you with a sheet of beautiful dreams. Even if Her daughter doesn´t know it, let Amma's warm kisses moisten her forehead. Along with an accidental teardrop...´´ Amma stood up suddenly, as if waking from a dream. "Oh, Lakshmi, what did I say? Don´t write those things to her. My child will be hurt. ´Amma could not speak because of the rush. Don´t worry, Amma is always with you. Kisses...kisses...kisses...´ This is all you should write." "Amma, you haven´t eaten anything. When will You..." "It doesn´t matter. It is time for darshan. My children must be anxious, waiting so long." Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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