Guest guest Posted July 18, 2003 Report Share Posted July 18, 2003 Namaskar to all... _/\_ This past weekend I had the wonderful experience of meeting Ammachi in Chicago and having her darshan. It was a deeply moving spiritual experience, and a life-changing event. Below, I have included my not-so-brief account of the weekend, including witnessing the Guru Poornima day puja. I apologize in advance for the length of this post (and for the fact that it is a cross-post, but someone here asked)! My First Darshan I didn't realize what was happning until after the line was moving. I was still reeling from the whole experience, the bhajans, the meditation. I had this overwhelming feeling deep inside of me to call out to her and reach my hands out like a greedy child, but I managed to supress it. My husband and I were in line together; I guess it's standard to receive darshan as a couple or family. We waited, and got to the front of the line together. Someone told us that she had to take our glasses for darshan, so she took them and put them in a basket for us to come and get afterwards. We were given a Kleenex so we could wipe our faces, but I used mine to sop up my tears. I had a new wrist mala in my right hand, and wanted Amma to bless it for me. I clenched it so tightly that I forgot it was there. My husband went up to her first, and one of the attendants asked him what his mother tongue was. He said "Tamil" and the attendant told Amma the same. I had to remind them that we were together, and then they scooted me up next to him. My husband was already being embraced by Amma, and she was muttering some Tamil in his ear. He looked up at her with huge eyes and said something back, and she smiled and whispered in his ear again. She released the embrace and turned to me, and I started bawling like a baby. She said "Padma" softly and embraced me. It was so natural that I didn't realize that she said my name until afterwards. I was so overwhelmed in the moment and so drunk with bliss. She hugged me and said, "No no no no no no no" because I was crying so hard and then said "My daughter daughter daughter my daughter daughter daughter daughter" over and over. She released me, grabbed one of my hands and one of my husband's and put them together. The mala was in my hand, and Amma kissed it as well as our hands. She touched our hands to her cheek and kissed our hands again, and then sprinkled flower petals on us. I ended up with a Hershey's kiss and some of the petals in my hand. I clenched my fingers very tightly. I stood up as if I was a drunkard standing up for the first time in weeks. My entire body was energized and I was shaking like a newborn baby. I've never shaken like that – so intensely and so strongly. We somehow managed to find our glasses, and I kept crying, and all I could think was, "Don't fall on these people". We made it to the chairs off to the side of the darshan line, where we sat because I couldn't walk any further. I think I was crying and babbling and I asked my husband what she said to him in Tamil. He said, "She asked me if I have a job. I said that I didn't, and she smiled and said that I should be patient." I was absolutely floored. I was so happy that she'd said that to him, and so overcome with bliss and shakti. How did she know that? How did she know my name? Why was I shaking so much? I was aware that my friends were there, and I think I was crying, and my friend was smiling, and she said that she was happy she was there to see our first darshan, I think. I just kept shaking. I was drunk, confused, shaking, crying, but oh so happy. I smelled Amma all night long. She has the most beautiful scent, which is somewhat akin to roses mixed with sandalwood incense. The smell floated by my nose again and again, in short bursts. My husband smelled like her. His hair, I thought, but no. I kept sniffing him, hoping to catch another whiff. I dreamt of her all through my blissful sleep that night. Next morning went back to the hotel, even though we'd previously planned on leaving for home early in the morning! We were told we couldn't have a token since we'd already seen Amma this summer, and we should check back after the medidation. Oh man! What if we can't have darshan again? My husband calmed me by saying, "We should be happy that everyone is being blessed by Amma, as we were last night!" He was right. I was being greedy. We were blessed because yesterday was Guru Poornima day, which we didn't realize! So, Amma came into the hall and the Swamijis performed the puja, which was really beautiful. They washed her feet with milk and honey and turmeric and all, and then chanted and poured rose petals on her feet. They ended up absolutely MOUNDED with petals (I was blessed enough to get some of the petals later on). So beautiful. She was garlanded so many times that they were over her head! I started to cry. I noticed the lady next to me crying, too. After the puja, Swamiji talked a little bit, and Amma talked a little too, and then we had a short meditation. As soon as that was over, I sent my husband out to see if they were giving out tokens. He came running back and said that they were giving tokens. Yay! We got in line and my friend had been holding our spot. Wonderful! Husband and I got tokens numbered 801-850. We were going to have to wait some time today, not like our first darshan the night before. So we waited in the line, gave our glasses again, wiped our faces with the Kleenex, and crawled up to get our hugs. We kneeled in front of her again, and Amma pulled my husband to her and held him there under her left arm. She was talking in Malayalam to a man kneeling next to me, so her face was turned in my direction as she was hugging my husband. His hug lasted a GOOD two to three minutes! I couldn't believe it!! It was so long that the woman videotaping the darshan actually STOPPED taping. I stayed there and stared at her, my eyes as big as teacup saucers. I could smell her, and I was watching her facial expressions up close and personal, and then I looked down and saw my husband's face pressed to Amma. His eyes were closed, and his _expression was blissful. I started crying, seeing my husband there, receiving Amma's love. True, she was talking to the man next to me, but every time my husband pulled back a little bit, she pulled him closer. This was no accident! She muttered in his ear to stop worrying, and called him her beloved son, and that he should not worry. She then applied sandalwood paste to his forehead and released him and hugged me. She said "daughter" over and over in my ear and then put our hands together again and kissed them and threw flower petals on us. I almost wasn't given my prasad, but someone shoved it in my hand. We stood up and picked each other's glasses from the basket (we must have looked really funny, all shaken and unable to see, and exchanging glasses – typical comedy movie move!) and went to the other side of the room. I hugged my husband and asked him what she said, and he told me, and I smiled and hugged him for a long time. Since then, things have already started to happen for my husband as far as getting a job. I have a deep inner peace that I cannot explain away. It's amazing! I've dreamt of her almost every night as well. With love, Erica --- rishub <rishi wrote: > Last month, I had the chance to see Amma in San > Ramon. I was amazed > to see the large following and how well organized > the events were. > Would anyone like to discuss their spiritual > enlightenment after > meeting Amma? This is new, and I would love to hear > more from Amma's > believers and followers. > > Are there other groups in the Bay Area that get > together for Satsang? > I have heard of a group in Santa Cruz,CA > > > > SBC DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! http://sbc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2003 Report Share Posted July 20, 2003 Om Amriteswaryai Namaha! Salutations again and again to the Divine Mother Mata Amritanandamayi! May She help us all to open our hearts and surrender to Her light and love, and may we all follow Her example in our every thought, word, and action. Congratulations, Erica, and to your husband as well. Om Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu Brianna --- Erica <sugarandbrine wrote: > Namaskar to all... _/\_ > > This past weekend I had the wonderful experience of > meeting Ammachi in Chicago and having her darshan. > It > was a deeply moving spiritual experience, and a > life-changing event. > > Below, I have included my not-so-brief account of > the > weekend, including witnessing the Guru Poornima day > puja. I apologize in advance for the length of this > post (and for the fact that it is a cross-post, but > someone here asked)! > > My First Darshan > > I didn't realize what was happning until after the > line was moving. I was still reeling from the whole > experience, the bhajans, the meditation. I had this > overwhelming feeling deep inside of me to call out > to > her and reach my hands out like a greedy child, but > I > managed to supress it. My husband and I were in line > together; I guess it's standard to receive darshan > as > a couple or family. We waited, and got to the front > of > the line together. Someone told us that she had to > take our glasses for darshan, so she took them and > put > them in a basket for us to come and get afterwards. > We > were given a Kleenex so we could wipe our faces, but > I > used mine to sop up my tears. I had a new wrist mala > in my right hand, and wanted Amma to bless it for > me. > I clenched it so tightly that I forgot it was there. > My husband went up to her first, and one of the > attendants asked him what his mother tongue was. He > said "Tamil" and the attendant told Amma the same. I > had to remind them that we were together, and then > they scooted me up next to him. My husband was > already > being embraced by Amma, and she was muttering some > Tamil in his ear. He looked up at her with huge eyes > and said something back, and she smiled and > whispered > in his ear again. She released the embrace and > turned > to me, and I started bawling like a baby. She said > "Padma" softly and embraced me. It was so natural > that > I didn't realize that she said my name until > afterwards. I was so overwhelmed in the moment and > so > drunk with bliss. She hugged me and said, "No no no > no > no no no" because I was crying so hard and then said > "My daughter daughter daughter my daughter daughter > daughter daughter" over and over. She released me, > grabbed one of my hands and one of my husband's and > put them together. The mala was in my hand, and Amma > kissed it as well as our hands. She touched our > hands > to her cheek and kissed our hands again, and then > sprinkled flower petals on us. I ended up with a > Hershey's kiss and some of the petals in my hand. I > clenched my fingers very tightly. > > I stood up as if I was a drunkard standing up for > the > first time in weeks. My entire body was energized > and > I was shaking like a newborn baby. I've never shaken > like that – so intensely and so strongly. We somehow > managed to find our glasses, and I kept crying, and > all I could think was, "Don't fall on these people". > > > We made it to the chairs off to the side of the > darshan line, where we sat because I couldn't walk > any > further. I think I was crying and babbling and I > asked > my husband what she said to him in Tamil. He said, > "She asked me if I have a job. I said that I didn't, > and she smiled and said that I should be patient." I > was absolutely floored. I was so happy that she'd > said > that to him, and so overcome with bliss and shakti. > How did she know that? How did she know my name? Why > was I shaking so much? I was aware that my friends > were there, and I think I was crying, and my friend > was smiling, and she said that she was happy she was > there to see our first darshan, I think. I just kept > shaking. I was drunk, confused, shaking, crying, but > oh so happy. > > I smelled Amma all night long. She has the most > beautiful scent, which is somewhat akin to roses > mixed > with sandalwood incense. The smell floated by my > nose > again and again, in short bursts. My husband smelled > like her. His hair, I thought, but no. I kept > sniffing > him, hoping to catch another whiff. > > I dreamt of her all through my blissful sleep that > night. > > Next morning went back to the hotel, even though > we'd > previously planned on leaving for home early in the > morning! We were told we couldn't have a token since > we'd already seen Amma this summer, and we should > check back after the medidation. Oh man! What if we > can't have darshan again? My husband calmed me by > saying, "We should be happy that everyone is being > blessed by Amma, as we were last night!" He was > right. > I was being greedy. > > We were blessed because yesterday was Guru Poornima > day, which we didn't realize! So, Amma came into the > hall and the Swamijis performed the puja, which was > really beautiful. They washed her feet with milk and > honey and turmeric and all, and then chanted and > poured rose petals on her feet. They ended up > absolutely MOUNDED with petals (I was blessed enough > to get some of the petals later on). So beautiful. > She > was garlanded so many times that they were over her > head! I started to cry. I noticed the lady next to > me > crying, too. > > After the puja, Swamiji talked a little bit, and > Amma > talked a little too, and then we had a short > meditation. As soon as that was over, I sent my > husband out to see if they were giving out tokens. > He > came running back and said that they were giving > tokens. Yay! We got in line and my friend had been > holding our spot. Wonderful! Husband and I got > tokens > numbered 801-850. We were going to have to wait some > time today, not like our first darshan the night > before. > > So we waited in the line, gave our glasses again, > wiped our faces with the Kleenex, and crawled up to > get our hugs. We kneeled in front of her again, and > Amma pulled my husband to her and held him there > under > her left arm. She was talking in Malayalam to a man > kneeling next to me, so her face was turned in my > direction as she was hugging my husband. His hug > lasted a GOOD two to three minutes! I couldn't > believe > it!! It was so long that the woman videotaping the > darshan actually STOPPED taping. I stayed there and > stared at her, my eyes as big as teacup saucers. I > could smell her, and I was watching her facial > expressions up close and personal, and then I looked > down and saw my husband's face pressed to Amma. His > eyes were closed, and his _expression was blissful. > I > started crying, seeing my husband there, receiving > Amma's love. True, she was talking to the man next > to > me, but every time my husband pulled back a little > bit, she pulled him closer. This was no accident! > She > muttered in his ear to stop worrying, and called him > her beloved son, and that he should not worry. She > then applied sandalwood paste to his forehead and > released him and hugged me. She said "daughter" over > and over in my ear and then put our hands together > again and kissed them and threw flower petals on us. > I > almost wasn't given my prasad, but someone shoved it > in my hand. We stood up and picked each other's > glasses from the basket (we must have looked really > funny, all shaken and unable to see, and exchanging > glasses – typical comedy movie move!) and went to > the > other side of the room. I hugged my husband and > asked > him what she said, and he told me, and I smiled and > hugged him for a long time. > > Since then, things have already started to happen > for > my husband as far as getting a job. I have a deep > inner peace that I cannot explain away. It's > amazing! > === message truncated === SBC DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! http://sbc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2003 Report Share Posted July 20, 2003 Om Amriteswaryai Namaha! Salutations again and again to the Divine Mother Mata Amritanandamayi! May She help us all to open our hearts and surrender to Her light and love, and may we all follow Her example in our every thought, word, and action. Congratulations, Erica, and to your husband as well. Om Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu Brianna --- Erica <sugarandbrine wrote: > Namaskar to all... _/\_ > > This past weekend I had the wonderful experience of > meeting Ammachi in Chicago and having her darshan. > It > was a deeply moving spiritual experience, and a > life-changing event. > > Below, I have included my not-so-brief account of > the > weekend, including witnessing the Guru Poornima day > puja. I apologize in advance for the length of this > post (and for the fact that it is a cross-post, but > someone here asked)! > > My First Darshan > > I didn't realize what was happning until after the > line was moving. I was still reeling from the whole > experience, the bhajans, the meditation. I had this > overwhelming feeling deep inside of me to call out > to > her and reach my hands out like a greedy child, but > I > managed to supress it. My husband and I were in line > together; I guess it's standard to receive darshan > as > a couple or family. We waited, and got to the front > of > the line together. Someone told us that she had to > take our glasses for darshan, so she took them and > put > them in a basket for us to come and get afterwards. > We > were given a Kleenex so we could wipe our faces, but > I > used mine to sop up my tears. I had a new wrist mala > in my right hand, and wanted Amma to bless it for > me. > I clenched it so tightly that I forgot it was there. > My husband went up to her first, and one of the > attendants asked him what his mother tongue was. He > said "Tamil" and the attendant told Amma the same. I > had to remind them that we were together, and then > they scooted me up next to him. My husband was > already > being embraced by Amma, and she was muttering some > Tamil in his ear. He looked up at her with huge eyes > and said something back, and she smiled and > whispered > in his ear again. She released the embrace and > turned > to me, and I started bawling like a baby. She said > "Padma" softly and embraced me. It was so natural > that > I didn't realize that she said my name until > afterwards. I was so overwhelmed in the moment and > so > drunk with bliss. She hugged me and said, "No no no > no > no no no" because I was crying so hard and then said > "My daughter daughter daughter my daughter daughter > daughter daughter" over and over. She released me, > grabbed one of my hands and one of my husband's and > put them together. The mala was in my hand, and Amma > kissed it as well as our hands. She touched our > hands > to her cheek and kissed our hands again, and then > sprinkled flower petals on us. I ended up with a > Hershey's kiss and some of the petals in my hand. I > clenched my fingers very tightly. > > I stood up as if I was a drunkard standing up for > the > first time in weeks. My entire body was energized > and > I was shaking like a newborn baby. I've never shaken > like that – so intensely and so strongly. We somehow > managed to find our glasses, and I kept crying, and > all I could think was, "Don't fall on these people". > > > We made it to the chairs off to the side of the > darshan line, where we sat because I couldn't walk > any > further. I think I was crying and babbling and I > asked > my husband what she said to him in Tamil. He said, > "She asked me if I have a job. I said that I didn't, > and she smiled and said that I should be patient." I > was absolutely floored. I was so happy that she'd > said > that to him, and so overcome with bliss and shakti. > How did she know that? How did she know my name? Why > was I shaking so much? I was aware that my friends > were there, and I think I was crying, and my friend > was smiling, and she said that she was happy she was > there to see our first darshan, I think. I just kept > shaking. I was drunk, confused, shaking, crying, but > oh so happy. > > I smelled Amma all night long. She has the most > beautiful scent, which is somewhat akin to roses > mixed > with sandalwood incense. The smell floated by my > nose > again and again, in short bursts. My husband smelled > like her. His hair, I thought, but no. I kept > sniffing > him, hoping to catch another whiff. > > I dreamt of her all through my blissful sleep that > night. > > Next morning went back to the hotel, even though > we'd > previously planned on leaving for home early in the > morning! We were told we couldn't have a token since > we'd already seen Amma this summer, and we should > check back after the medidation. Oh man! What if we > can't have darshan again? My husband calmed me by > saying, "We should be happy that everyone is being > blessed by Amma, as we were last night!" He was > right. > I was being greedy. > > We were blessed because yesterday was Guru Poornima > day, which we didn't realize! So, Amma came into the > hall and the Swamijis performed the puja, which was > really beautiful. They washed her feet with milk and > honey and turmeric and all, and then chanted and > poured rose petals on her feet. They ended up > absolutely MOUNDED with petals (I was blessed enough > to get some of the petals later on). So beautiful. > She > was garlanded so many times that they were over her > head! I started to cry. I noticed the lady next to > me > crying, too. > > After the puja, Swamiji talked a little bit, and > Amma > talked a little too, and then we had a short > meditation. As soon as that was over, I sent my > husband out to see if they were giving out tokens. > He > came running back and said that they were giving > tokens. Yay! We got in line and my friend had been > holding our spot. Wonderful! Husband and I got > tokens > numbered 801-850. We were going to have to wait some > time today, not like our first darshan the night > before. > > So we waited in the line, gave our glasses again, > wiped our faces with the Kleenex, and crawled up to > get our hugs. We kneeled in front of her again, and > Amma pulled my husband to her and held him there > under > her left arm. She was talking in Malayalam to a man > kneeling next to me, so her face was turned in my > direction as she was hugging my husband. His hug > lasted a GOOD two to three minutes! I couldn't > believe > it!! It was so long that the woman videotaping the > darshan actually STOPPED taping. I stayed there and > stared at her, my eyes as big as teacup saucers. I > could smell her, and I was watching her facial > expressions up close and personal, and then I looked > down and saw my husband's face pressed to Amma. His > eyes were closed, and his _expression was blissful. > I > started crying, seeing my husband there, receiving > Amma's love. True, she was talking to the man next > to > me, but every time my husband pulled back a little > bit, she pulled him closer. This was no accident! > She > muttered in his ear to stop worrying, and called him > her beloved son, and that he should not worry. She > then applied sandalwood paste to his forehead and > released him and hugged me. She said "daughter" over > and over in my ear and then put our hands together > again and kissed them and threw flower petals on us. > I > almost wasn't given my prasad, but someone shoved it > in my hand. We stood up and picked each other's > glasses from the basket (we must have looked really > funny, all shaken and unable to see, and exchanging > glasses – typical comedy movie move!) and went to > the > other side of the room. I hugged my husband and > asked > him what she said, and he told me, and I smiled and > hugged him for a long time. > > Since then, things have already started to happen > for > my husband as far as getting a job. I have a deep > inner peace that I cannot explain away. It's > amazing! > === message truncated === SBC DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! http://sbc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 29, 2003 Report Share Posted July 29, 2003 thanks for sharing your beautiful story erica. it was really moving . . . jai ma! --- Erica <sugarandbrine wrote: > Namaskar to all... _/\_ > > This past weekend I had the wonderful experience of > meeting Ammachi in Chicago and having her darshan. > It > was a deeply moving spiritual experience, and a > life-changing event. > > Below, I have included my not-so-brief account of > the > weekend, including witnessing the Guru Poornima day > puja. I apologize in advance for the length of this > post (and for the fact that it is a cross-post, but > someone here asked)! > > My First Darshan > > I didn't realize what was happning until after the > line was moving. I was still reeling from the whole > experience, the bhajans, the meditation. I had this > overwhelming feeling deep inside of me to call out > to > her and reach my hands out like a greedy child, but > I > managed to supress it. My husband and I were in line > together; I guess it's standard to receive darshan > as > a couple or family. We waited, and got to the front > of > the line together. Someone told us that she had to > take our glasses for darshan, so she took them and > put > them in a basket for us to come and get afterwards. > We > were given a Kleenex so we could wipe our faces, but > I > used mine to sop up my tears. I had a new wrist mala > in my right hand, and wanted Amma to bless it for > me. > I clenched it so tightly that I forgot it was there. > My husband went up to her first, and one of the > attendants asked him what his mother tongue was. He > said "Tamil" and the attendant told Amma the same. I > had to remind them that we were together, and then > they scooted me up next to him. My husband was > already > being embraced by Amma, and she was muttering some > Tamil in his ear. He looked up at her with huge eyes > and said something back, and she smiled and > whispered > in his ear again. She released the embrace and > turned > to me, and I started bawling like a baby. She said > "Padma" softly and embraced me. It was so natural > that > I didn't realize that she said my name until > afterwards. I was so overwhelmed in the moment and > so > drunk with bliss. She hugged me and said, "No no no > no > no no no" because I was crying so hard and then said > "My daughter daughter daughter my daughter daughter > daughter daughter" over and over. She released me, > grabbed one of my hands and one of my husband's and > put them together. The mala was in my hand, and Amma > kissed it as well as our hands. She touched our > hands > to her cheek and kissed our hands again, and then > sprinkled flower petals on us. I ended up with a > Hershey's kiss and some of the petals in my hand. I > clenched my fingers very tightly. > > I stood up as if I was a drunkard standing up for > the > first time in weeks. My entire body was energized > and > I was shaking like a newborn baby. I've never shaken > like that – so intensely and so strongly. We somehow > managed to find our glasses, and I kept crying, and > all I could think was, "Don't fall on these people". > > > We made it to the chairs off to the side of the > darshan line, where we sat because I couldn't walk > any > further. I think I was crying and babbling and I > asked > my husband what she said to him in Tamil. He said, > "She asked me if I have a job. I said that I didn't, > and she smiled and said that I should be patient." I > was absolutely floored. I was so happy that she'd > said > that to him, and so overcome with bliss and shakti. > How did she know that? How did she know my name? Why > was I shaking so much? I was aware that my friends > were there, and I think I was crying, and my friend > was smiling, and she said that she was happy she was > there to see our first darshan, I think. I just kept > shaking. I was drunk, confused, shaking, crying, but > oh so happy. > > I smelled Amma all night long. She has the most > beautiful scent, which is somewhat akin to roses > mixed > with sandalwood incense. The smell floated by my > nose > again and again, in short bursts. My husband smelled > like her. His hair, I thought, but no. I kept > sniffing > him, hoping to catch another whiff. > > I dreamt of her all through my blissful sleep that > night. > > Next morning went back to the hotel, even though > we'd > previously planned on leaving for home early in the > morning! We were told we couldn't have a token since > we'd already seen Amma this summer, and we should > check back after the medidation. Oh man! What if we > can't have darshan again? My husband calmed me by > saying, "We should be happy that everyone is being > blessed by Amma, as we were last night!" He was > right. > I was being greedy. > > We were blessed because yesterday was Guru Poornima > day, which we didn't realize! So, Amma came into the > hall and the Swamijis performed the puja, which was > really beautiful. They washed her feet with milk and > honey and turmeric and all, and then chanted and > poured rose petals on her feet. They ended up > absolutely MOUNDED with petals (I was blessed enough > to get some of the petals later on). So beautiful. > She > was garlanded so many times that they were over her > head! I started to cry. I noticed the lady next to > me > crying, too. > > After the puja, Swamiji talked a little bit, and > Amma > talked a little too, and then we had a short > meditation. As soon as that was over, I sent my > husband out to see if they were giving out tokens. > He > came running back and said that they were giving > tokens. Yay! We got in line and my friend had been > holding our spot. Wonderful! Husband and I got > tokens > numbered 801-850. We were going to have to wait some > time today, not like our first darshan the night > before. > > So we waited in the line, gave our glasses again, > wiped our faces with the Kleenex, and crawled up to > get our hugs. We kneeled in front of her again, and > Amma pulled my husband to her and held him there > under > her left arm. She was talking in Malayalam to a man > kneeling next to me, so her face was turned in my > direction as she was hugging my husband. His hug > lasted a GOOD two to three minutes! I couldn't > believe > it!! It was so long that the woman videotaping the > darshan actually STOPPED taping. I stayed there and > stared at her, my eyes as big as teacup saucers. I > could smell her, and I was watching her facial > expressions up close and personal, and then I looked > down and saw my husband's face pressed to Amma. His > eyes were closed, and his _expression was blissful. > I > started crying, seeing my husband there, receiving > Amma's love. True, she was talking to the man next > to > me, but every time my husband pulled back a little > bit, she pulled him closer. This was no accident! > She > muttered in his ear to stop worrying, and called him > her beloved son, and that he should not worry. She > then applied sandalwood paste to his forehead and > released him and hugged me. She said "daughter" over > and over in my ear and then put our hands together > again and kissed them and threw flower petals on us. > I > almost wasn't given my prasad, but someone shoved it > in my hand. We stood up and picked each other's > glasses from the basket (we must have looked really > funny, all shaken and unable to see, and exchanging > glasses – typical comedy movie move!) and went to > the > other side of the room. I hugged my husband and > asked > him what she said, and he told me, and I smiled and > hugged him for a long time. > > Since then, things have already started to happen > for > my husband as far as getting a job. I have a deep > inner peace that I cannot explain away. It's > amazing! > === message truncated === Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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