Cathy/[Fwd: Meeting Maharaj]

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Dear Cathy,

 

What a lovely and stunning picture you paint here (and in the

previous related message).

 

I am there in the room with Maharaj as I read this... Bless you for

contributing this... I was in my Junior year of High School when

Maharaj died.

 

He is the only Guru (aside from Ramana) that I would have loved to

meet, or just hang around and observe.

 

Recalling also that history hasn't come to a close, and there will be

more like Ramana and Maharaj (and probably are now, only not

publicized)...

 

Namaste!

 

Love,

 

Tim

 

Nisargadatta, Cathy Boucher <cathywb@p...> wrote:

>

>

> When I came to Satsang for the first time, I was a bit full of

myself. I

> hadn't met many women

> interested in non-duality and I assumed that I was kind of unusual.

As I

> sat there before Maharaj

> I found out that a you woman from Germany named Barbara Eistel was

> beginning a guru-disciple relationship with Maharaj. She had come

from

> Sri Ramanasramam where she had just found out

> about Maharaj. He was very solicitous to her. He was encouraging

her to

> take initiation from him.

> It was like watching a romance, a dance. Meanwhile, I found that the

> circumstance had laid bare my

> conceit and it was a necessary take down. One thing that happened

> straight off was seeing that people were prostrating themselves

before

> Maharaj. The first time, after bringing him the offering, to

prostrate

> oneself

> was very intense. As an American I had not bowed to another human

being.

> It strikes at one's individuality,

> But once I got hang of it, I loved to prostrate before Maharaj.

> Prostrating, I was told symbolized " None of me, Just you " or " I

lay

> everything at your feet " For me it got to be such a blissful

experience,

> I just loved to

> prostrate myself. Maharaj looked like it was no big deal for him.

You

> got touch his feet, bow down to him. I just loved it, it was the

best!!!

> There were several Indian translators. I don't know if it happened

the

> first day but shortly about that time I was " assigned " a

translator, Mr.

> Mullarpattan. Although Maharaj didn't speak english he would use a

few

> phrases " Questions? Questions? " " Awareness " . There was another

> outstanding translator, Mr. Sapre, whose command of non-dualtiy was

> impressive. Maharaj would sit, lighting many many incense sticks,

light

> bidis to smoke. It would be a hazy affair. He would be focused on

the

> questions while occupied with the many lightings of incense. Then he

> would speak and his answers would come out like a machine gun fire.

He

> spoke in a coarse way , but it became like music to my ears. He

would

> really press us to ask questions. " He would say, you are spending

> millions of rupees everyday to be here, ask questions. " There was an

> incredible sense of camaraderie amongst us visitors and devotees.

The

> room would be hot ( for me) but cool for maharaj. It was January and

> Maharaj wore an orange cardigan vest.

>

> I think I will stop here for now.