Shree Maa experiences

[Guest guest]

Dear Sarada,

That's a great idea!

Although, for me, the experiences have all kind of rolled together, so I want

to give more careful thought for specific experiences.

I could tell about the first time I met her:

 

My husband and I were living in St. Louis at the time, and had been asked to

host Shree Maa and Swamiji--we had not heard of them previously (this was

in 1997), but were happy to do so; they came with an entourage of about 14

people!

I was working that day, we had left instructions as how to enter, etc.

I brought flowers inside, and when I arrived, my house was filled with people,

rearranging the furniture, rearranging the house (and eventually, rearranging

my life!). They were creating an altar in the living room. Little did I know

that altar was to be in my heart too.

I brought the flowers back to the kitchen, still not having met Shree Maa;.

I turned around and saw two Indian women, one rather plump and smiling.

I thought "Oh, this must be Shree Maa," but suddenly, a small diminutive

Indian woman, very unassuming, came up to me and gave me a big hug!

I was startled, but somehow so happy! She said, "I love your house! you

have everything we need for an altar. Your house reminds me of mine when I

was growing up in India." It was nice. We were at home, and I had met Shree

Maa.

But later, that evening, about 100 people came crowding into our home for

satsangh, and Shree Maa sang. I had never heard such otherworldly, sweet

singing in my life, the feeling was inexpressible. She sang, and sang, and

sang, I was melting, melting. And mesmerized. There was a silence in the

room--do you know how silences can be so full? Still, she didn't say much

(she didn't speak very much back then), yet you know we were all ready to

catch any thing she would drop.

After while, Mitra, the musician, gave her the microphone. All she said was,

very slowly, "I love every one of you, so much!" That's all. But when she said

that, it was as if every heart in that full room exploded like a flower bursting

open, all around the room, flower after flower after flower. Certainly mine

was.

I began to cry, cry, cry. Here I was, falling in love, and there were no words,

no concept, no practice, no ideology, Our Mother and all of us.

This was the beginning

[Guest guest]

That is soooooo beautiful. I know what that breaking heart is like.

While you were meeting her, on that first US tour, I was back in

California missing her and Swamji. It broke my heart to have them

leave the Mandir and go on tour. And that was just the beginning.

Then came tours to India and Europe. I had been very spoiled from

1993 to 1997, seeing them every weekend and for longer stays during

Navaratri. I felt like an abandoned child. And I had lots of

abandonment issues from earlier life experiences. I had lessons to

learn about universal divine love and trust. I am still learning.

Ardis

"nitya_ma" <nitya_ma >

Fri, 28 Nov 2003 15:49:52 -0000

Shree Maa experiences

Dear Sarada,

That's a great idea!

Although, for me, the experiences have all kind of rolled together, so I want

to give more careful thought for specific experiences.

I could tell about the first time I met her:

My husband and I were living in St. Louis at the time, and had been asked to

host Shree Maa and Swamiji--we had not heard of them previously (this was

in 1997), but were happy to do so; they came with an entourage of about 14

people!

I was working that day, we had left instructions as how to enter, etc.

I brought flowers inside, and when I arrived, my house was filled with people,

rearranging the furniture, rearranging the house (and eventually, rearranging

my life!). They were creating an altar in the living room. Little did I know

that altar was to be in my heart too.

I brought the flowers back to the kitchen, still not having met Shree Maa;.

I turned around and saw two Indian women, one rather plump and smiling.

I thought "Oh, this must be Shree Maa," but suddenly, a small diminutive

Indian woman, very unassuming, came up to me and gave me a big hug!

I was startled, but somehow so happy! She said, "I love your house! you

have everything we need for an altar. Your house reminds me of mine when I

was growing up in India." It was nice. We were at home, and I had met Shree

Maa.

But later, that evening, about 100 people came crowding into our home for

satsangh, and Shree Maa sang. I had never heard such otherworldly, sweet

singing in my life, the feeling was inexpressible. She sang, and sang, and

sang, I was melting, melting. And mesmerized. There was a silence in the

room--do you know how silences can be so full? Still, she didn't say much

(she didn't speak very much back then), yet you know we were all ready to

catch any thing she would drop.

After while, Mitra, the musician, gave her the microphone. All she said was,

very slowly, "I love every one of you, so much!" That's all. But

when she said

that, it was as if every heart in that full room exploded like a flower bursting

open, all around the room, flower after flower after flower. Certainly mine was.

I began to cry, cry, cry. Here I was, falling in love, and there were no words,

no concept, no practice, no ideology, Our Mother and all of us.

This was the beginning

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[Guest guest]

That blooming heart opening is amazing, I understand totally. Way

beyond words and is such a delicious tasty Ma prasad. Ma is soooo

tasty!

 

Jai Maa!

Kellynitya_ma <nitya_ma > wrote:

Dear Sarada,That's a great idea!Although, for me, the experiences have

all kind of rolled together, so I wantto give more careful thought for

specific experiences.I could tell about the first time I met her:My

husband and I were living in St. Louis at the time, and had been

asked to host Shree Maa and Swamiji--we had not heard of them

previously (this wasin 1997), but were happy to do so; they came with

an entourage of about 14 people! I was working that day, we had

left instructions as how to enter, etc.I brought flowers inside, and

when I arrived, my house was filled with people,rearranging the

furniture, rearranging the house (and eventually, rearranging my

life!). They were creating an altar in the living room. Little did

I knowthat altar was to be in my heart

too. I brought the flowers back to the kitchen, still not having

met Shree Maa;.I turned around and saw two Indian women, one rather

plump and smiling.I thought "Oh, this must be Shree Maa," but

suddenly, a small diminutiveIndian woman, very unassuming, came up to

me and gave me a big hug!I was startled, but somehow so happy! She

said, "I love your house! you have everything we need for an altar.

Your house reminds me of mine when I was growing up in India." It was

nice. We were at home, and I had met Shree Maa. But later, that

evening, about 100 people came crowding into our home for satsangh,

and Shree Maa sang. I had never heard such otherworldly, sweet

singing in my life, the feeling was inexpressible. She sang, and

sang, and sang, I was melting, melting. And mesmerized. There was

a silence in the room--do you know how silences can

be so full? Still, she didn't say much (she didn't speak very much

back then), yet you know we were all ready to catch any thing she

would drop. After while, Mitra, the musician, gave her the

microphone. All she said was,very slowly, "I love every one of you,

so much!" That's all. But when she said that, it was as if every

heart in that full room exploded like a flower bursting open, all

around the room, flower after flower after flower. Certainly mine

was.I began to cry, cry, cry. Here I was, falling in love, and there

were no words, no concept, no practice, no ideology, Our Mother and

all of us.This was the beginningTo from this group, send

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