Guest guest Posted August 15, 2003 Report Share Posted August 15, 2003 Jai Ma, Avram! What a good thread. It's always fun to see Mother giving prasad. Amazing, really. The first few times my husband and I went together for darshan Amma gave us back fruit - strawberries the first time and limes several times thereafter. In New York one time I brought her a Nestle Crunch bar that had a funny picture of the basketball player Shaquille O'Neill grinning, that reminded me of a shakti attack (or Shaque Attack) I experienced around Mother. Amma said, in Her inimitable voice, "Chocolate? For me??," touched the offering and returned it to us. We brought it home to the apartment where my sixteen year old stepson was doing his computer thing, decidedly NOT interested in visiting with "some saint." He had gladly eaten the hershey's kisses prasad, but took a bite of this chocolate bar and prounounced that "it tasted weird." In fact it did -- it had changed flavor into this strange minty taste, not at all what one would expect from a packaged Nestle Crisp bar. Perhaps something you might come to accept from the environment around Amma, however. Ah the rationalizing and debating that went on in our bedroom that night about the funky chocolate freak! Anyway, now my stepson is almost 17, and again this summer we debated bringing him to see Amma. I went alone to the D.C. programs while my husband worked and his son attended his classes, and at Devi Bhava I asked Mother about bringing Jai (the teen) to see Her in NYC at the Hammerstein Ballroom of the Manhattan Center. "Don't force him," She replied with Geetha translating, and went on to explain some key observations -- "It's his age. You are extroverted, he is introverted. Don't worry." She always tells me that and I NEVER listen! Urgh. Anyway, somewhere in all the glory -- stepmothering is my personal hell relationship on earth right now, a verrry challenging drama of ego and heart and whatnot -- Amma handed me an apple and an extra chocolate. I was so surprised! And touched. And humbled. For me? For him? For them? For us? Stunned and silenced, I moved away. My husband could scarcely believe it when I told him on the phone what Mother had said. He didn't believe she would know these kinds of details about what Jai is like or put her finger so precisely on the relationship drama. But he certainly wanted the kid to eat the apple! Subterfuge didn't work. Truth didn't work. Guiltrips didn't work. It might as well have been the poison apple being offered to Snow White! So after a few days of this, after Amma left New York and my husband was missing Her, *he* ate the apple. Or rather, about 2/3 of it, and then I ended up with the rest. There were three seeds -- one for each of us in this chaotic family -- which I saved and am hoping for a good place to plant. Significance? I dunno. Mother's love? Decidedly. Aren't you her son, I asked my husband in response to his incredulity. Learning what that means seems like such an arduous process at times! xo Prashanti "To one who doesn't hear the music the dancers look crazy." Sufi proverb Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 16, 2003 Report Share Posted August 16, 2003 - Rachel Barrett Gallop Ammachi Cc: sprose1 Friday, August 15, 2003 11:23 PM Apples from Amma Rachel and group, I LOVED the quote at the end of your message: If you don't hear the music the dancer must look crazy! I am certainly encountering this with a very dear Christian friend who seems to think I have consigned myself to Hell by associating with ANY Hidnu and by accepting Amma as an avatar and as my personal guru. There is no talking to my friend about this as she does not feel "God" offers us anyone besides Christ and I can no longer accept that-surely we are all loved equally and many paths can lead to That. I am amazed thru this group that so many of you have had actual conversations with Mother and am delighted to hear of your experiences-I met Her for the first time in Iowa this summer and did not get to speak with Her as an individual. Have you been to the retreats? Anyone else? I would love to attend one next year but will have to see how things go. While life has been difficult recently, I did get the new teaching post I had hoped for and will be in a much better situation this year. I think Mother heard my prayers on this as I certainly needed the change. Love to all, Dixie Jai Ma, Avram! What a good thread. It's always fun to see Mother giving prasad. Amazing, really. The first few times my husband and I went together for darshan Amma gave us back fruit - strawberries the first time and limes several times thereafter. In New York one time I brought her a Nestle Crunch bar that had a funny picture of the basketball player Shaquille O'Neill grinning, that reminded me of a shakti attack (or Shaque Attack) I experienced around Mother. Amma said, in Her inimitable voice, "Chocolate? For me??," touched the offering and returned it to us. We brought it home to the apartment where my sixteen year old stepson was doing his computer thing, decidedly NOT interested in visiting with "some saint." He had gladly eaten the hershey's kisses prasad, but took a bite of this chocolate bar and prounounced that "it tasted weird." In fact it did -- it had changed flavor into this strange minty taste, not at all what one would expect from a packaged Nestle Crisp bar. Perhaps something you might come to accept from the environment around Amma, however. Ah the rationalizing and debating that went on in our bedroom that night about the funky chocolate freak! Anyway, now my stepson is almost 17, and again this summer we debated bringing him to see Amma. I went alone to the D.C. programs while my husband worked and his son attended his classes, and at Devi Bhava I asked Mother about bringing Jai (the teen) to see Her in NYC at the Hammerstein Ballroom of the Manhattan Center. "Don't force him," She replied with Geetha translating, and went on to explain some key observations -- "It's his age. You are extroverted, he is introverted. Don't worry." She always tells me that and I NEVER listen! Urgh. Anyway, somewhere in all the glory -- stepmothering is my personal hell relationship on earth right now, a verrry challenging drama of ego and heart and whatnot -- Amma handed me an apple and an extra chocolate. I was so surprised! And touched. And humbled. For me? For him? For them? For us? Stunned and silenced, I moved away. My husband could scarcely believe it when I told him on the phone what Mother had said. He didn't believe she would know these kinds of details about what Jai is like or put her finger so precisely on the relationship drama. But he certainly wanted the kid to eat the apple! Subterfuge didn't work. Truth didn't work. Guiltrips didn't work. It might as well have been the poison apple being offered to Snow White! So after a few days of this, after Amma left New York and my husband was missing Her, *he* ate the apple. Or rather, about 2/3 of it, and then I ended up with the rest. There were three seeds -- one for each of us in this chaotic family -- which I saved and am hoping for a good place to plant. Significance? I dunno. Mother's love? Decidedly. Aren't you her son, I asked my husband in response to his incredulity. Learning what that means seems like such an arduous process at times! xo Prashanti "To one who doesn't hear the music the dancers look crazy." Sufi proverb Sponsor Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Ammachi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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