Thank You Henny

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Beloved Hennyji,

 

Namaste!

 

What a lyrical way of expressing such sublime and subtle thoughts. Your

thoughts are filled with beauty and truth, and you are able to paint a lovely

portrait of the ephemeral nature of sadhana, and the mysterious way in which

the disciple's mind and devotion interact with the Goddess. I bow down to your

continuous devotion. May we all take inspiration from such a beautiful

expression of devotion to sadhana, no matter how difficult it gets, and no

matter how many times we get thrown off. Our surrender is our greatest gift, to

ourselves and to Our Beloved Mother.

 

Thank You so much for sharing your truth and wisdom with us. It touched me

deeply.

 

With Much Love Always,

Sanatani

-

 

 

 

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" henny_v_i " <henny_v_i

> Namaste Srini and all,

>

>

> I have written something about my experience with Chandi. I hope you

> don't mind it is a bit long and it is not exactly literature:

>

> My Chandi is like a beautiful horse, suddenly appearing in a field

> near my house. I admired her from a distance at first, in awe of her

> strength and beauty. She would run away whenever I tried to come

> closer. But I went to the field every day and just stood there,

> silently watching her every move, and after a while she allowed me to

> approach her. From up close, she was even more beautiful and I would

> have been happy just to look at her for a long time. I started

> bringing my sketchbook and all kinds of books about horses in an

> effort to draw her and learn as much as I could about her. But then

> one day she came right up to me and said: " If it is your desire to

> get to know me, you will have to let me carry you. I can take you

> where you need to go. "

> " Oh, that is just wonderful " , I thought and I went out and got myself

> a first class horse-riding kit. That evening, I returned to the field

> with a firm determination to ride her. So, at the first opportunity,

> I tried to grab her by the mane and harness her. She bolted and ran,

> but I persisted and I guess she finally felt sorry for me, for after

> some days she allowed me to laboriously climb onto her back, take the

> reigns and make the sounds I thought would get her going. She was

> even gracious enough to move in the direction I had chosen. Even

> though I could only keep in the saddle with great physical effort and

> emotional stress, I felt quite good about my being able to ride such

> a magnificent horse. But then it gradually dawned on me that we were

> actually going nowhere; we were going round in circles.

> So I complained " I thought you said you would take me wherever I

> wanted to go! And now we're going round in circles! What use are you

> to me in this way? " She turned to look at me and said: " You did not

> listen, did you? I never said I would take you wherever you wanted to

> go! " and with that she threw me off. After having thrown off the

> harness as well, she broke into a gallop and disappeared from view. I

> had landed on the floor with the harness on top of me, hurt my head

> and my pride, and decided this riding business was not for me.

> For quite a while, I would not even allow my thoughts to dwell on

> her, so painful was the memory. I did not go near the field and threw

> myself into any activity that would take my mind of her. Thus it took

> me a long time to realize that indeed, I had not listened to what she

> had said. But when the enormity of my mistake finally dawned on me, I

> knew I had to go back and face her. When I saw her in the distance, I

> felt so ashamed, I did not have the courage to look at her, so I

> knelt on the floor and hid my head in my hands, not knowing what to

> do. Suddenly, there was this gentle nudge against my shoulder. I

> could feel her warm breath on my hands and I heard her voice, saying:

> " If you believe you love me, just put your arms around me and allow

> yourself to be lifted up " . Without thinking, I did what she said, and

> before I knew it, I was on her back again, but this time without

> effort and without force. She told me to hold onto her gently and

> just move with her, and away we went. My body moving with her body,

> my breath with her breath.

> And so it is that we made a fresh start. Whenever I go up to the

> field, she is there waiting for me, ready to carry me where I need to

> go. I cannot say exactly where she takes me. I only know that after

> the journey I sometimes feel very happy, sometimes very sad. At

> times I don't feel anything and I wonder if I have been anywhere at

> all. Her back can feel like velvet or as hard as stone. She can run

> like the wind or plod along like a farmer's horse. When the journey

> has been rough, I hesitate to go to the field again and sometimes I

> stay away. But when I return, I always remember why I have come.

> Slowly, I learn to trust her. My Chandi is like a beautiful horse.

>

>

> with love,

> Henny

>

>

> , " srini_sadhu " <srini_sadhu

> wrote:

> >

> > Namaste Sadhana Warriors!

> >

> > Recent posts have enquired of ways to keep your sadhana in general,

> > and Chandi sadhana in particular going strong and regular.

> >

> > Could you please share your methods to stay inspired in the sadhana?

> > How do you achieve your sadhana goals? What inspires you?

> >

> > Looking forward to your responses.

> >

> > Love

> > srini

> >

>

>

>

 

 

 

 

Namaste Srini and all,

 

I have written something about my experience with Chandi. I hope you

don't mind it is a bit long and it is not exactly literature:

 

My Chandi is like a beautiful horse, suddenly appearing in a field

near my house. I admired her from a distance at first, in awe of her

strength and beauty. She would run away whenever I tried to come

closer. But I went to the field every day and just stood there,

silently watching her every move, and after a while she allowed me to

approach her. From up close, she was even more beautiful and I would

have been happy just to look at her for a long time. I started

bringing my sketchbook and all kinds of books about horses in an

effort to draw her and learn as much as I could about her. But then

one day she came right up to me and said: " If it is your desire to

get to know me, you will have to let me carry you. I can take you

where you need to go. "

" Oh, that is just wonderful " , I thought and I went out and got myself

a first class horse-riding kit. That evening, I returned to the field

with a firm determination to ride her. So, at the first opportunity,

I tried to grab her by the mane and harness her. She bolted and ran,

but I persisted and I guess she finally felt sorry for me, for after

some days she allowed me to laboriously climb onto her back, take the

reigns and make the sounds I thought would get her going. She was

even gracious enough to move in the direction I had chosen. Even

though I could only keep in the saddle with great physical effort and

emotional stress, I felt quite good about my being able to ride such

a magnificent horse. But then it gradually dawned on me that we were

actually going nowhere; we were going round in circles.

So I complained " I thought you said you would take me wherever I

wanted to go! And now we're going round in circles! What use are you

to me in this way? " She turned to look at me and said: " You did not

listen, did you? I never said I would take you wherever you wanted to

go! " and with that she threw me off. After having thrown off the

harness as well, she broke into a gallop and disappeared from view. I

had landed on the floor with the harness on top of me, hurt my head

and my pride, and decided this riding business was not for me.

For quite a while, I would not even allow my thoughts to dwell on

her, so painful was the memory. I did not go near the field and threw

myself into any activity that would take my mind of her. Thus it took

me a long time to realize that indeed, I had not listened to what she

had said. But when the enormity of my mistake finally dawned on me, I

knew I had to go back and face her. When I saw her in the distance, I

felt so ashamed, I did not have the courage to look at her, so I

knelt on the floor and hid my head in my hands, not knowing what to

do. Suddenly, there was this gentle nudge against my shoulder. I

could feel her warm breath on my hands and I heard her voice, saying:

" If you believe you love me, just put your arms around me and allow

yourself to be lifted up " . Without thinking, I did what she said, and

before I knew it, I was on her back again, but this time without

effort and without force. She told me to hold onto her gently and

just move with her, and away we went. My body moving with her body,

my breath with her breath.

And so it is that we made a fresh start. Whenever I go up to the

field, she is there waiting for me, ready to carry me where I need to

go. I cannot say exactly where she takes me. I only know that after

the journey I sometimes feel very happy, sometimes very sad. At

times I don't feel anything and I wonder if I have been anywhere at

all. Her back can feel like velvet or as hard as stone. She can run

like the wind or plod along like a farmer's horse. When the journey

has been rough, I hesitate to go to the field again and sometimes I

stay away. But when I return, I always remember why I have come.

Slowly, I learn to trust her. My Chandi is like a beautiful horse.

 

with love,

Henny

 

, " srini_sadhu " <srini_sadhu

wrote:

>

> Namaste Sadhana Warriors!

>

> Recent posts have enquired of ways to keep your sadhana in general,

> and Chandi sadhana in particular going strong and regular.

>

> Could you please share your methods to stay inspired in the sadhana?

> How do you achieve your sadhana goals? What inspires you?

>

> Looking forward to your responses.

>

> Love

> srini

>