Om Ganesha,
Afternoon Pujas and Prayers
June 22, 2004
Namaste my chelas all over the world,
THE FEMININE PRINCIPLE IN SPIRITUAL PRACTICE IS THE MOTHER.
SHE IS THE VERY NATURE OF SHAKTI.
SHAKTI IS THE POWER OF LOVE THAT AWAKENS FROM THE BASE OF THE SPINE WHEN MOTHER KUNDALINI IS MADE READY TO RISE ABOVE THE HEAD.
It is said that a complete spiritual experience awakens the SLEEPING MOTHER SHAKTI CELL and She rises up the spine until She reaches into the brain.
When this happens, there is a transformation so grand that one leaves off the petty ego and rides the POWER OF LOVE.
This is not a religion, nor even a philosophy, it is a SPIRITUAL EXERCISE.
SHE rises naturally of herself and passes through a slow course of life times as She activates the center of the chakras and its lotuses.
She is the Living Body of the Soul’s Actions, this is Tantra, and this is Kali Natha Yoga.
So many times the Tantric Teachings are so much more than what is taught.
The Highest Quality of Tantra is the sensation of God The Mother being every one’s Mother in many different Forms.
She is the LIVING BODY OF THE DHUNI FIRE.
The Flame Of Every One’s Heart that lights up their life.
At times there is a collective awakening of Tantric Spirituality when many are together with open minds and full hearts.
As I looked around the night of my Son Jimmy Boys Memorial, I witnessed the rising of this Nature Mother in the Form of the Divine Fire with in us all.
It is She who opens the Third Eye (Spiritual Eye ) and gives one the VISION OF LIFE AS LIVED WITH LOVE AND COMPASSION.
Lives change in this split second.
All questions are answered and we are put in Divine Communication with the Holy who came before us, in each and every ones lineage.
Para Shakti is a Great Force that exists through out the Universe, She is also the Power of Heat and Light.
The Mother Ganga is the Power of The Liquid Goddess and the Highest Heavens.
She fell from the Heavens into the Holiness of Lord Shiva’s Jetta Hair.
That very special night One could feel the creative Mother in all Her Many Forms fall from the Highest Heaven’s, bringing Blessings from the Gods and Goddess and our ancient dead, reborn dead, and newly dead.
When one can feel the agony of the trembling grief stricken Mother, then one can feel the COMPASSION OF THE HOLY MOTHER AT ALL TIMES.
The Mother of all Waters, the Sacred Ganga opened Her Heavens and poured Her Holiness on every one of us, baptizing all in Her Liquid Heart of Hearts.
Rain, gentle and with force will never feel the same to so many.
I could see my son’s eyes gently closing with the gift of His God’s Sight.
God’s Last Gift while the breath is still here.
My Baba has given me the Teachings of Death that I give you freely.
Death’s Presence can be felt among those who still walk with breath.
A quiet space or a place of singing loudly from the heart, one can feel their dead.
Our loved ones grave site or burning pyre is pulsating in our heart every moment of our lives.
I wanted to share the moment in Teachings and Sharing with all of you at that moment, not to hide my grief, just to show you how death lives amongst us.
I wanted to speak to you of Personal Grace touching you all, through my son’s heart and what a big heart he has.
THIS TEACHING IS THE TEACHINGS OF MOTHER SARASWATI, THE SHAKTI OF IMMENSE BEING.
SHE IS CALLED THE SEED OF THE SPOKEN WORD.
IN ANY WEATHER, SHE IS PLAYING MUSIC.
SHE TAKES TO HER HEART THOSE WHO WANT TO LEARN.
I will teach you with the Power of Mother Saraswati who lives in my Baba’s Being and will touch His Feet, and watch the current of His Love running through us all.
SHE IS SHE WHO WEARS THE BLUE TOPAZ AND GIVES ONE THE POWER OF PRINCIPLE AND SPEECH.
ALL SPIRITUAL TEACHERS ARE GOVERNED BY THE POWER OF SARASWATI.
Perhaps from that sacred saturday of my Son’s Memorial, I can bring you all the Teachings of the Fire and His Consort Flame.
THE FIRE, THE GREAT FIRE, THAT WHICH BURNS OUR FLESH AT DEATH EVEN WHEN OUR BODIES LIE QUIET IN ITS NATURES SLOWER GRAVE BENEATH THE GROUND.
THE TANTRIC FIRE CAN STILL BURN AND SPREAD THE ASHES OF OUR DEAD ON THE FUNERAL PYRE OF OUR HEARTS.
The fire looked like a Holy Being made of crimson blood shining and roaring as She took our Pain.
I held my Tony Cho tight and loved Him as His Father wanted me to, yet I held him as his Mom and Grandmother and Guru.
His tears melted into my rain blessed garments and I could feel his warmth.
We all sat during the Fire Pujas, Shivering with love not cold, for the rain had stopped and the Fire gave birth to His Flame.
Looking toward the Flame as Mother Night covered us all with Her Blanket of dark, I thought of the fresh earth from my son’s grave that I would place in the Ganga for every single child of every Mother and Father.
My life will never be the same again, yet with each death of the many, my life has changed..
It certainly is not a fruitless act to morn all the children knowing for sure that they can hear and respond in the soft flutter of a breeze.
My chelas, LIFE NEVER EXPIRES, THERE ARE ONLY INTERVALS.
How superficial for this Ma to say, : how pretty he was to look upon : and yet it is true and always will be true, for even his spirit is handsome and his smile is still the same.
From the Lotus of Jim’s memorial, I thread the stem and flower together, with the joys of loving so freely becoming a Great Teaching of Mother Saraswati, A TEACHING OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.
My Pujas and Prayers go out to Mother Saraswati.
My Mother, give me your Power to teach and be heard.
Give me your voice in my speaking.
Bless my children with all the wisdom to help bring peace to a torn Mother Earth.
This is my Pujas and this is my Prayers.
I love you all so very much.
Love Ma Jaya
Tenzin Yangchen
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet, Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
