Guest guest Posted November 29, 2004 Report Share Posted November 29, 2004 Om namah shivayah! A long time ago I posted the story of how Amma came to me, but I'd like to sum it up again for the group because something just happened that brought it all back.... My dad lived in India with his guru when I was a child. During that time he happened to see Amma at the house of a family in Madras, I think. It was 1983 and there were only about twenty people there. We he came home, he raised me in the Sanatana Dharma tradition and I grew up going to a weekly satsang. There was a tiny photo of a woman in a white sari (Amma) on the altar, that I was extremely attracted to as a girl. Nobody remembered Her official name, but that She was called "Mother." All through my youth and teenage years I would look at that photo and think, "If I ever find out who She is, She is the one." I was not really attached to my father's guru, but I had no idea how I would ever find this "Mother." Years later I found myself praying to the Universe to send me a spiritual guide. After only a few weeks of intense prayer a friend of mine suggested that I go see a female saint who was in town. When I entered the hall I saw the woman from the photo and knew that She was my guru. The man I was with at the time had been raised in a cult and his words to me were, "Look at how happy these people are! They're obviously brainwashed." We left without getting a hug, and had broken up within a few weeks. The next year I went with a friend who stayed at the program with me all night. It was Devi Bhava and when I went up for my first darshan, Amma put Her hands over Her eyes like a small child playing hide and go seek, then peeked out from Her fingers and said in english, "You found me!" The rest is history.... So today I was going through my family's basement and I came across a box marked "Dad's India stuff" (he has since relegated God to a box in the basement, but I think after seeing me he is remembering . I started looking through the old photos of women in colorful saris carrying huge baskets on their heads, giant temples with beautiful statues and garden scenes, pictures of my father being swarmed by children (he is six foot three with flaming red hair, the children at the time were often overwhelmed by the sight), ect. And there was the photo from the altar, of Amma, that I had gazed at for so many years growing up, as well as some other photos of Amma in the tiny house where he'd met Her, some really sweet, rare pictures that I will scan and post to the group when I get back to LA. So the story comes full circle.... Jai Ma! love, Prajna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 29, 2004 Report Share Posted November 29, 2004 Dear Prajna, What a beautiful story!!! Love, iswari Ammachi, Prajna - Brianna <prajnaji> wrote: > Om namah shivayah! > > A long time ago I posted the story of how Amma came to me, but I'd like to sum it up again for the group because something just happened that brought it all back.... > > My dad lived in India with his guru when I was a child. During that time he happened to see Amma at the house of a family in Madras, I think. It was 1983 and there were only about twenty people there. We he came home, he raised me in the Sanatana Dharma tradition and I grew up going to a weekly satsang. There was a tiny photo of a woman in a white sari (Amma) on the altar, that I was extremely attracted to as a girl. Nobody remembered Her official name, but that She was called "Mother." All through my youth and teenage years I would look at that photo and think, "If I ever find out who She is, She is the one." I was not really attached to my father's guru, but I had no idea how I would ever find this "Mother." > > Years later I found myself praying to the Universe to send me a spiritual guide. After only a few weeks of intense prayer a friend of mine suggested that I go see a female saint who was in town. When I entered the hall I saw the woman from the photo and knew that She was my guru. The man I was with at the time had been raised in a cult and his words to me were, "Look at how happy these people are! They're obviously brainwashed." We left without getting a hug, and had broken up within a few weeks. > > The next year I went with a friend who stayed at the program with me all night. It was Devi Bhava and when I went up for my first darshan, Amma put Her hands over Her eyes like a small child playing hide and go seek, then peeked out from Her fingers and said in english, "You found me!" The rest is history.... > > So today I was going through my family's basement and I came across a box marked "Dad's India stuff" (he has since relegated God to a box in the basement, but I think after seeing me he is remembering . I started looking through the old photos of women in colorful saris carrying huge baskets on their heads, giant temples with beautiful statues and garden scenes, pictures of my father being swarmed by children (he is six foot three with flaming red hair, the children at the time were often overwhelmed by the sight), ect. And there was the photo from the altar, of Amma, that I had gazed at for so many years growing up, as well as some other photos of Amma in the tiny house where he'd met Her, some really sweet, rare pictures that I will scan and post to the group when I get back to LA. So the story comes full circle.... Jai Ma! > > love, > > Prajna > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 29, 2004 Report Share Posted November 29, 2004 Aum Amriteswaryai Namah! Back home at last!! Thank you for the beautiful story, Brianna! Rgds - arun - Prajna - Brianna Ammagroup Tuesday, November 30, 2004 11:20 AM more tiny miracles! Om namah shivayah! A long time ago I posted the story of how Amma came to me, but I'd like to sum it up again for the group because something just happened that brought it all back.... My dad lived in India with his guru when I was a child. During that time he happened to see Amma at the house of a family in Madras, I think. It was 1983 and there were only about twenty people there. We he came home, he raised me in the Sanatana Dharma tradition and I grew up going to a weekly satsang. There was a tiny photo of a woman in a white sari (Amma) on the altar, that I was extremely attracted to as a girl. Nobody remembered Her official name, but that She was called "Mother." All through my youth and teenage years I would look at that photo and think, "If I ever find out who She is, She is the one." I was not really attached to my father's guru, but I had no idea how I would ever find this "Mother." Years later I found myself praying to the Universe to send me a spiritual guide. After only a few weeks of intense prayer a friend of mine suggested that I go see a female saint who was in town. When I entered the hall I saw the woman from the photo and knew that She was my guru. The man I was with at the time had been raised in a cult and his words to me were, "Look at how happy these people are! They're obviously brainwashed." We left without getting a hug, and had broken up within a few weeks. The next year I went with a friend who stayed at the program with me all night. It was Devi Bhava and when I went up for my first darshan, Amma put Her hands over Her eyes like a small child playing hide and go seek, then peeked out from Her fingers and said in english, "You found me!" The rest is history.... So today I was going through my family's basement and I came across a box marked "Dad's India stuff" (he has since relegated God to a box in the basement, but I think after seeing me he is remembering . I started looking through the old photos of women in colorful saris carrying huge baskets on their heads, giant temples with beautiful statues and garden scenes, pictures of my father being swarmed by children (he is six foot three with flaming red hair, the children at the time were often overwhelmed by the sight), ect. And there was the photo from the altar, of Amma, that I had gazed at for so many years growing up, as well as some other photos of Amma in the tiny house where he'd met Her, some really sweet, rare pictures that I will scan and post to the group when I get back to LA. So the story comes full circle.... Jai Ma! love, Prajna Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Sponsor Get unlimited calls to U.S./Canada Links Ammachi/ b.. Ammachi c.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 30, 2004 Report Share Posted November 30, 2004 Aum Amriteswaryai Namah! Back home at last Thank you for the beautiful story, Brianna! Rgds - arun - Prajna - Brianna Ammagroup Tuesday, November 30, 2004 11:20 AM more tiny miracles! Om namah shivayah! A long time ago I posted the story of how Amma came to me, but I'd like to sum it up again for the group because something just happened that brought it all back.... My dad lived in India with his guru when I was a child. During that time he happened to see Amma at the house of a family in Madras, I think. It was 1983 and there were only about twenty people there. We he came home, he raised me in the Sanatana Dharma tradition and I grew up going to a weekly satsang. There was a tiny photo of a woman in a white sari (Amma) on the altar, that I was extremely attracted to as a girl. Nobody remembered Her official name, but that She was called "Mother." All through my youth and teenage years I would look at that photo and think, "If I ever find out who She is, She is the one." I was not really attached to my father's guru, but I had no idea how I would ever find this "Mother." Years later I found myself praying to the Universe to send me a spiritual guide. After only a few weeks of intense prayer a friend of mine suggested that I go see a female saint who was in town. When I entered the hall I saw the woman from the photo and knew that She was my guru. The man I was with at the time had been raised in a cult and his words to me were, "Look at how happy these people are! They're obviously brainwashed." We left without getting a hug, and had broken up within a few weeks. The next year I went with a friend who stayed at the program with me all night. It was Devi Bhava and when I went up for my first darshan, Amma put Her hands over Her eyes like a small child playing hide and go seek, then peeked out from Her fingers and said in english, "You found me!" The rest is history.... So today I was going through my family's basement and I came across a box marked "Dad's India stuff" (he has since relegated God to a box in the basement, but I think after seeing me he is remembering . I started looking through the old photos of women in colorful saris carrying huge baskets on their heads, giant temples with beautiful statues and garden scenes, pictures of my father being swarmed by children (he is six foot three with flaming red hair, the children at the time were often overwhelmed by the sight), ect. And there was the photo from the altar, of Amma, that I had gazed at for so many years growing up, as well as some other photos of Amma in the tiny house where he'd met Her, some really sweet, rare pictures that I will scan and post to the group when I get back to LA. So the story comes full circle.... Jai Ma! love, Prajna Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Links Ammachi/ b.. Ammachi c.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 30, 2004 Report Share Posted November 30, 2004 Dear Prajna, What a neat, beautiful story. You were so blessed to grow up "knowing" Mother. Also wonderful that you found Her pictures. Jai Ma! prasadini Prajna - Brianna wrote: > Om namah shivayah! > > A long time ago I posted the story of how Amma came to me, but I'd > like to sum it up again for the group because something just happened > that brought it all back.... > > My dad lived in India with his guru when I was a child. During that > time he happened to see Amma at the house of a family in Madras, I > think. It was 1983 and there were only about twenty people there. We > he came home, he raised me in the Sanatana Dharma tradition and I grew > up going to a weekly satsang. There was a tiny photo of a woman in a > white sari (Amma) on the altar, that I was extremely attracted to as a > girl. Nobody remembered Her official name, but that She was called > "Mother." All through my youth and teenage years I would look at that > photo and think, "If I ever find out who She is, She is the one." I > was not really attached to my father's guru, but I had no idea how I > would ever find this "Mother." > > Years later I found myself praying to the Universe to send me a > spiritual guide. After only a few weeks of intense prayer a friend of > mine suggested that I go see a female saint who was in town. When I > entered the hall I saw the woman from the photo and knew that She was > my guru. The man I was with at the time had been raised in a cult and > his words to me were, "Look at how happy these people are! They're > obviously brainwashed." We left without getting a hug, and had broken > up within a few weeks. > > The next year I went with a friend who stayed at the program with me > all night. It was Devi Bhava and when I went up for my first darshan, > Amma put Her hands over Her eyes like a small child playing hide and > go seek, then peeked out from Her fingers and said in english, "You > found me!" The rest is history.... > > So today I was going through my family's basement and I came across a > box marked "Dad's India stuff" (he has since relegated God to a box in > the basement, but I think after seeing me he is remembering . I > started looking through the old photos of women in colorful saris > carrying huge baskets on their heads, giant temples with beautiful > statues and garden scenes, pictures of my father being swarmed by > children (he is six foot three with flaming red hair, the children at > the time were often overwhelmed by the sight), ect. And there was the > photo from the altar, of Amma, that I had gazed at for so many years > growing up, as well as some other photos of Amma in the tiny house > where he'd met Her, some really sweet, rare pictures that I will scan > and post to the group when I get back to LA. So the story comes full > circle.... Jai Ma! > > love, > > Prajna > > > > > > > > > > > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! > > > Sponsor > <http://us.ard./SIG=129r712br/M=296572.5585671.6651487.3001176/D=groups\ /S=1705075991:HM/EXP=1101885652/A=2343726/R=0/SIG=12ia655s8/*http://clk.atdmt.co\ m/VON/go/yhxxxvon01900091von/direct/01/&time=1101799252071745> > > > Get unlimited calls to > > U.S./Canada > > <http://us.ard./SIG=129r712br/M=296572.5585671.6651487.3001176/D=groups\ /S=1705075991:HM/EXP=1101885652/A=2343726/R=1/SIG=12ia655s8/*http://clk.atdmt.co\ m/VON/go/yhxxxvon01900091von/direct/01/&time=1101799252071745> > > > > ------ > Links > > * > Ammachi/ > > * > Ammachi > <Ammachi?subject=Un> > > * Terms of > Service <>. > > > . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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