Eternally Inspiring Recollections of our Divine Mother Sahaja Yogis’ stories of Her Holiness Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi Volume 6 1993 - 1997 This book is humbly dedicated to our Divine Mother, Her Holiness Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi that Your name may be ever more glorified, praised and worshipped Thank You, Shri Mataji, for allowing us to collect these beautiful recollections of Your care. Thank You for the warmth and simplicity and all the many ways in which You showered Your love upon us. And thank You for the great play of Shri Mahamaya that helps seekers to love and trust You, often without yet understanding the Truth that You are. The heart of this book is to remind us of the magic of Sahaja Yoga. The spirit of this book is to help our brothers and sisters all over the world, and also in the future, to know a small part of the beauty and glory of You, Shri Mataji as a loving, caring Mother whose wonderful power of divine love dispels all our uncertainties. Sift now through the words that we found when we tried to remember. What follows is our collective memory, our story together. We ask Your forgiveness if our memories are less than perfect, but our desire is to share with others the love that You have given us, as best we can. Acknowledgements The editor would like to humbly thank all the people who have made this book possible. First and foremost we bow to Her Holiness Shri Mataji, who is the source and fulfilment of all, and who graciously encouraged the collection of these stories. Contents Chapter 1 1993 - January to March - India Chapter 2 1993 - April to July - Europe Chapter 3 1993 - August - Russia, Ukraine and Western Europe Chapter 4 1993 - September - Europe Chapter 5 1993 - October - America Chapter 6 1993 - November and December - Russia and India Chapter 7 1994 - January to March - India, Australia and New Zealand Chapter 8 1994 - April - Japan and South East Asia Chapter 9 1994 - June to August - England and Western Europe Chapter 10 1994 - September - Eastern Europe Chapter 11 1994 - September - North America Chapter 12 1994 - November and December - Tunisia, Europe and India Chapter 13 1995 - February and March - Australia and South East Asia Chapter 14 1995 - March to July - India and Europe Chapter 15 1995 - August - South America Chapter 16 1995 - September - China Chapter 17 1995 - September and October – Europe and America Chapter 18 1995/6 - October to February - India Chapter 19 1996 - March and April - Australia, South East Asia and India Chapter 20 1996 - May to August - Europe Chapter 21 1996 - September - Italy and America Chapter 22 1996 – October to December - Egypt, Europe and India Chapter 23 1997 - March to June - India and Cabella Chapter 24 1997 - June to December - America, Europe and India Chapter 1 1993 – January to March India I am sending you to Colombia In the Indian tradition, after your marriage, we offer oti to the Goddess, in the same way as in the puja we offer, for example, a sari, flowers, perfumes, kumkum, fruits, dry fruits and sweets. When I got married, I got the chance to visit Shri Mataji at Pratishthan in 1993 to offer this oti. I was one of the first Indian yoginis to be married to a Colombian. ‘Colombia is a very beautiful country, people there are very creative and have open hearts,’ Shri Mataji explained. ‘You will like it and you will enjoy it. I know it is very far away, but you have a computer background and you will easily find a job there. Work, and then you can travel to India more often. Try to learn their language and try to go as soon as possible. Find a flight where you can stop for one or two days in Spain. You can stay in the ashram in Spain and I will tell the Spanish leader that you will be going there. In Colombia, I have just bought an ashram. It is very beautiful. Always live in an ashram because it is cheaper and you are protected in the vibrations. I know, and have seen, that you can do it.’ She mentioned so many things in detail in a conversation of just two minutes. She showed much love and concern, and this helped me to surrender, and filled me with courage to go Colombia. Indeed, everything She mentioned about the country is true, we have always lived in an ashram, full of joy and vibrations, I worked as She mentioned and could travel to India. Now, by Her blessings we have moved to Canada, but everything I got from Colombia is unforgettable. Maneesha Shanbhag-Cruz Kuchipudi In 1993 Shri Mataji told me to learn Kuchipudi classical Indian dance and recommended the renowned dance master Veempaty Chinna Satyam at the Kuchipudi Arts Academy in Madras, now Chennai. She further said that Kuchipudi is the most vivid Indian dance style and that it resembles the cosmic dance of Shri Shiva. Siddhi Bhasale Thoughtless awareness Since 1993, Richard has been attending international pujas and has, several times, presented gifts to Shri Mataji from Malaysia. On one occasion this conversation occurred. ‘What is this?’ asked Shri Mataji. ‘It’s a fish,’ Richard replied. ‘It’s a dolphin,’ She insisted. ‘No, Mother, it’s a fish.’ ‘It’s a dolphin.’ ‘No, it’s a fish.’ After a while, he realised what an idiot he had been contradicting Shri Mataji, and thought, ‘My God, what have I done?’ But Shri Mataji was smiling all the time. At other times his mind was a total blank and he did not know what to say, even when he had rehearsed answers many times. On other occasions, when Shri Mataji asked him questions, his answers were always monosyllabic, for example when She was in Malaysia in 1998. ‘How is Malaysia?’ She asked. ‘Fine.’ (This was during a bad economic crisis) ‘How’s the economy?’ ‘Fine.’ On a further occasion Richard had the privilege of carrying a stereo set for Sir CP from Singapore to MTDC, Ganapatipule, India, where Shri Mataji was staying, ‘This is a very good stereo set. It has a good sound system. Sir CP likes to listen to music and this will be good,’ Shri Mataji commented. Throughout the conversation Richard just said ‘Yes,’ to everything. It struck Richard that Shri Mataji appeared to be like any other ordinary person talking, but that facing Her, his mind usually went blank, in that he did not know what to think. Richard Ng Bek Choon A Wednesday meeting In 1993 Shri Mataji came to Nagpur for the wedding of the son of Baba Mama. The function was arranged at the CP Club, Civil Lines, Nagpur. Shri Mataji sat on a sofa and we stood in a chain for security so not too many people should crowd around Her. Some Sahaja Yogis came forward to ask Her something. Shri Mataji called them to Her, and then they asked Her why there was no meeting at the Sahaja Centre on a Wednesday, and there was one in three other cities. Shri Mataji said that She had a very close relationship with Nagpur, having lived there when She was young for many years. She was also born on a Wednesday. ‘If you people want to have a collective meeting (a ‘centre’) on a Wednesday, then have one.’ Mr Khalatkar Editor’s note: On occasions Shri Mataji has advised against doing various things, like travelling long distances, on a Wednesday. But there are always exceptions. I wanted to talk to you there I was in India for Shri Mataji’s seventieth Birthday Puja in Delhi in 1993. At that time I was feeling depressed (I discovered after that I was at the beginning of my second pregnancy) and had it in my mind that I hoped Shri Mataji would not see me in that state. She knew everything, but somehow I didn’t want Her to see me. The whole time we were there I wanted to keep in the back. We left India and went to Rome for Easter Puja and we were allowed to meet Shri Mataji at the airport. There were two entrances, and everyone said Shri Mataji would come out of door number A, so there was a big crowd waiting there. Just when they said Shri Mataji was about to come, because I had had to go somewhere, I happened to be passing door number B, which was completely empty as all the crowd was at the other door. As I passed the B door it opened and Shri Mataji came out. I was standing there completely alone with Her. ‘Oh, hello, how are you?’ She asked me. I bowed down and She continued, ‘I saw you in India.’ I had tried to hide from Her in India. ‘I wanted to talk to you there, to see how you were,’ She went on, ‘but there were so many people, I did not have a chance. I hope you are well.’ ‘Now I am well,’ I said. It was just matter of a couple of minutes, and then all the other people saw Shri Mataji and came over to Her. She was at the airport for about half an hour and everyone was trying to be near Her, and I was standing somewhere in a corner, completely blissed out. All the feelings of guilt, and worry about my vibrations had gone. I felt very well for the whole of the rest of my pregnancy. Sabine Hackl Shri Mataji declared the gold to the customs I worked in customs at the airport, in Delhi.