Om Ganesha,
Evening Pujas and Prayers
June 14, 2004
Namaste my chelas all over the world,
There are many different Bardos in life and death.
Bardo literally means INTERVAL.
Some times we call this space Gaps.
There are always intervals in our life and in our death.
Our whole life is made up of that space between two things.
There is a gap between the rising and fading of thought and the next thought.
Then there is the Bardo of The Tantric Broken Lotus.
Here there is an Interval filled with the individual pain combined with the pain of humanity.
The Bardo Of The Tantric Broken Lotus is a Female Bardo of a Mother’s Broken Heart.
THIS SPACE CAN ALSO REPRESENT MOTHER EARTHS SCARS OF DESTRUCTION PUT UPON THE EARTH BY CARELESS MINDS AND NON COMPASSIONATE LIVES.
The Stem is cut away from the White Lotus Flower until the Waters of the Naths bring them together with the Wisdom of Life and Death, yet always a remembrance of the red hot white pain threaded into flower and stem.
Compassion comes to ones self and of course to others when one is quiet enough to remember.
The Fire of Compassion and Love has no Bardo between the Fire and the Flame, Mother and Child.
For there is no breath in the Birth of the heart and there fore no INTERVAL.
The masculine equivalent is the child of the Mother through the birthing womb or the giving heart.
This is the Teachings of the Natha Siddhas, given to them by the Lord Shiva Himself.
Allow your minds to empty my chelas.
Feel the quality of this Sacred Space of your minds.
It is in this Space of the chela’s hearts that you can feel your Ma’s Pain for Her Son and for every Mother’s child.
The heart of our Baba becomes a succulent well for your Guru Mother to drink from.
I pray for all beings who struggle with thoughts of deep darkness sorrow and suffering.
The secret history of so many nights spent alone, surrendering to death.
The dust of death brings us all the compasion for those who are in pain.
When does sweetness turn to endless hurt.
There can be no dark abodes when love does not forget.
I chose to remember all of life’s moments.
No matter how deep the grief of memory, I long for the touch of yesterdays thoughts and the awarness of yesterdays pain in so many so young.
AIDS have prepared us to have the courage to go on and on.
I never want to forget one name of one child old or young who lay upon my breast when non understanding in almost dead eyes were apparent.
I took the pools of pain with the beat of my heart as understanding came, not understanding of indifference, but the understanding of the Mother’s Love.
I placed the CROWN OF THE GODDESSES BREATH OF LOVE ON ALL MY CHILDREN’S HEADS AS DEATH CAME AND SO DID MY CHILDREN’S SMILE AS A LASTING THOUGHT OF LIFE.
I placed the Ashes of so many in our Ganga to rest upon our Mother’s Breast.
And now I will take the center of the earthen grave of my own son in the form of earth and place it in our Ganga.
I seek to do this although my son is with his God and I his Mother with my Baba Neem Karoli.
I touch you all where vulnerability lives.
I watch you guard your Ma with your deeply filled hearts.
You walk silently pass my Ganga Porch.
Never has there been such silence on our Gracious City.
And the Stem becomes once again one with the Lotus Flower.
The Holy Grail is the Breath, coming in and out and the communion in the space of SILENT BARDO.
We are capable of breathing in for our dead and all the truth of their pain, and then breathing out this great sense of gentle love placing our palms on the heart of death and the space opens for all beings who suffer from the pain of unworthiness.
In the Tibetan Tradition this is called Tonglen.
In our Natha Tradition it is the courage to feel another’s darkness and sorrow and bring Light, such Light.
Before the morning wakes and Her Rays are extended to all of Earth, I say to you my chelas to be grateful for your lives and for the Beauty of our Kashi.
So many are making ready to come Home to your Silent City, your Gracious City of Death, your Kashi.
Your Spirits are with me already before I can even see your mourners face and so the STEM BECOMES ONE WITH THE LOTUS.
Entwine your arms and your hearts as you think of our beautiful boy.
Sleep now my Sweet Jimmy Boy, sleep on the pillow of my Being.
I love you.
I love you my chelas.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet, our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
