Guest guest Posted February 16, 2003 Report Share Posted February 16, 2003 Hi All, Sometimes it's difficult deciding how much to include here. I believe it adds texture to include the personally difficult times along with more general comments, although I omit some details. J. December 31 Another sadhana day up on the “green roof” with Amma. (It’s actually not green, but covered by transparent green fiberglass sheeting, making the light look greenish.) More and more visitors just keep coming for darshan. (Amma just gave me a dynamite smile!) The devotees wait patiently as the visitors come. Immediately after lunch there was a group that was obviously very, very poor. A young girl (12?) in the group had reddish brown hair instead of black, presumably from malnutrition. I thought perhaps they were tribal. It’s hard to tell for someone who knows as little about the different population groups here as I do. Mother must be exposed to every germ and crawling critter in India. The people here are so poor, and Amma refuses none. Later It’s new year’s eve. I just realized that a year ago tonight I was sitting at my kitchen table writing a fervent letter to Amma. Now this year I’m sitting in Amritapuri wondering what in the heck is going on. Eight hours of sitting on a concrete floor did mein, and I’m exhausted from lack of sleep, which doesn’t help, I realize. It seems like everything I projected onto this relatioship was just that—projection. I know Amma is real, but right now I really can’t see how that’s working for me. I feel like a failure. It’s a far cry from the excitement and enthusiasm I felt last year. Jan. 1 Guess what! I had a great breakfast with Scott (Manoharan). I believe Ma sent him. Just as I was filling my water bottle at the main gate, I heard this cheery voice behind me saying, “Happy New Year!” It was Scott. He asked me how I was and I told him that I was having a crisis of faith. He wanted to know what about, and I said if I talked about it I would just start crying. At that point he took my bag and said he was going to get us a table, and he wanted to hear all about it. So, eyes brimming with tears, I told him how sad I was. He said he doesn’t know what Mother’s plan for me (or anyone) is, (who does?), but he thought my devotion was very touching. He was radiant and blissful. I felt enough better that I decided to ask Mother some questions in the darshan line. The questions were (1) Does Mother accept me totally just the way I am? Answer: In English, “Yes! Yes!” Then She hugged me--and I hugged back, but not as long or as hard as I wanted—and kissed me and called me “Ammakutty” and hugged and kissed me again. It was a very loving darshan. (2) Is there anything I should be doing differently? I had to stand there and wait for the answer and translation, much longer than her usual answers. Here it is: “Be a witness. Be like the water flowing everywhere. Water flows as it is directed; if someone wants to bathe, let them bathe; if someone wants to drink, let them drink. Be like water; be a witness.” That’s the best I can remember it. At first my mind was full of fighting about this advice, but this morning (Jan. 2) I feel Her grace flowing like a river through me and am trusting that I will be guided about when to “be like water flowing everywhere.” I am praying for obedience because the mind wants to find fault. Scott liked that second answer a lot! Jan. 2 I have a little extra time now, so I will record a few tidbits gained over the time I’ve been here. X said Amma says it’s enough for westerners just to be here in order to progress spiritually. It’s so hard for them to be here that sadhana is not as important. Scott said yesterday that being here is tapas (spiritual penance or austerity.) A nice gal here named D told me a story about buying a shawl for Mother to bless. (I’ve seen Amma do this hundreds of times. With a delighted smile, she takes the shawl and puts it around the person, pulling them to her and embracing them, all in her usual fashion.) D was feeling sick this particular night, but looking forward to Mother’s fond embrace. When she got up to Mother’s lap and held out the shawl, Mother looked at her with a surprised, delighted smile and exclaimed, “For me?!” Startled, D blurted out, “No, it’s for me!” Mother looked very angry, made an unpleasant sound, and hurled the shawl at D. Poor D went back to her seat on the floor in front of Mother and cried for four solid hours. However, when she awoke the next day, the illness she had felt was gone, and she said she understood at a very deep level that something had been lifted from her. My roommate V makes malas and gives them to Mother everytime she goes for darshan. Mother wears them for a while and then they are sold for a higher price since Mother wore them. A few days ago on her way out after darshan, B called to V and told her that Mother wanted to know her name. V told her and of course felt very happy that Mother had asked her name. A few days later another older woman devotee told V that a swamini was looking for a woman named V who had been a Baba Muktananda devotee and made malas. V couldn’t figure out how anyone here knew that she had been a Muktananda devotee. Well, of course, when she finally contacted the swamini, the swamini told her that Ammachi had told her that! There are no secrets from Amma! Our fourth roommate, S, apparently decided sleeping on the roof was more to her liking than sharing our room, so at this writing we are still three. The day before yesterday K, C, P and I took autorickshaws into Kollam to get train tickets for our Calicutt trip. Our trip took from 10:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. First we went by boat to the village. As P and I were heading for a rickshaw one of those awful salesmen types came toward me saying “Hi!” and I was feeling very trapped, but P just grabbed my arm and propelled me right past him. (Whew!) We shared the one hour ride to Quilon, now reverting to the pre-British name of Kollam. (The taxi driver had to go by and stop at his house to get his official taxi driver shirt in order to take us to Kollam!) My overall impression of the Indian roads is that of unbridled pollution. The fumes are really strong and pollution control seems unheard of. The roads are rough with detours around places where they are working. Women carry rough, jagged rocks in baskets atop their heads and bring them to male workers who put them down for a roadbed. They are wearing THONGS to walk on these rough, sharp rocks all day!! We attract attention in Kollam (we attract attention everywhere in India) as we ride along the streets. When we get to the train station there are only men there, and a sign announces, “No ladies except those traveling alone or with small children.” We don’t fit either of those categories, but no one seems concerned. There is a 45 minute wait while K and P decide what to do. The worst part is standing. P tells me to keep an eye out for young C, who is sitting alone on a bench. She is perfectly content, saying her mantra, and is not bothered. For reasons not clear to me, we have to share tickets, two persons per ticket. Of course only one person can carry the ticket, but so be it. Tickets purchased, we go back outside where our rickshaw drivers await and have them take us to Danya, a supermarket, Indian style. I purchase a spoon and a stainless steel cup. Then we are off to an authentic Indian restaurant that K is familiar with. There are the usual calls and interest when we go in. It seems more like a house than a commercial establishment. The food is good, but I make the mistake of eating with my left hand and feel lots of eyes on me. There is a faucet and sink right in the center of the place for washing (rinsing) hands, so I go up and rinse my hand and then return to the table and commence eating with my right hand. Then we do some shopping. I purchase a book of Malayalam grammar in a bookstore and then posters for my friends in a street stall—surrounded by onlookers naturally. I know the prices are very inflated for us, but I figure the posters still only cost about 15 cents each. (It’s still frustrating to feel that advantage has been taken.) Then the long ride back to Vallikavu. Send Flowers for Valentine's Day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 17, 2003 Report Share Posted February 17, 2003 Ammachi, Ellen Lamb <jyotsna2> wrote: > Hi All, > > Sometimes it's difficult deciding how much to include > here. I believe it adds texture to include the > personally difficult times along with more general > comments, although I omit some details. > > J. Hi Jyotsna, Namah Shivaya. You are right about the difficulty of including things; that's a judgement call. But if you have to err, please do so on the side of inclusion than omission! .... I just wanted to say that I enjoy your diary notes thoroughly (I don't write diaries). They sound like everyday events, but with a different note to it. I also appreciate your courage to share this diary entry where you revealed some of your "pit" times (or "low- energy" times). I note that you use alphabets in place of people's names.... and keep wondering what will happen if the total number of characters, in the total number of diary entries you decide to share with us, exceeds 26? Perhaps you will start naming them as AA, BB, etc... just kidding. Keep writing more... Jai Ma! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 17, 2003 Report Share Posted February 17, 2003 yes, Jyotsna, i do enjoy your diaries very much too. thanks for sharing. jai ma! -c --- "manoj_menon <manoj_menon" <manoj_menon wrote: > Ammachi, Ellen Lamb > <jyotsna2> wrote: > > Hi All, > > > > Sometimes it's difficult deciding how much to > include > > here. I believe it adds texture to include the > > personally difficult times along with more general > > comments, although I omit some details. > > > > J. > > Hi Jyotsna, > > Namah Shivaya. > > You are right about the difficulty of including > things; that's a > judgement call. But if you have to err, please do so > on the side of > inclusion than omission! .... > > I just wanted to say that I enjoy your diary notes > thoroughly (I > don't write diaries). They sound like everyday > events, but with a > different note to it. I also appreciate your courage > to share this > diary entry where you revealed some of your "pit" > times (or "low- > energy" times). > > I note that you use alphabets in place of people's > names.... and keep > wondering what will happen if the total number of > characters, in the > total number of diary entries you decide to share > with us, exceeds > 26? Perhaps you will start naming them as AA, BB, > etc... just kidding. > > Keep writing more... > > Jai Ma! > > Send Flowers for Valentine's Day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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