Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
August 21, 2006
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
Every once in a while one has to contemplate what is working in one’s life instead of what isn’t.
This practice leads to gratitude and gratitude leads to a positive moment in one’s life that grows and grows.
Gratitude is the wood of the heart that is placed on the fire of prayer.
The third chakra is the center of self worth.
Gratitude lives in this chakra and one only needs to be awoken with the words thank you.
When one lives with out appreciation or gratitude then you allow your karmic spirit to leave the solar plexus, thus bringing a deep emptiness which gets filled with anger and pain.
The territory of the heart chakra is wild and filled with magic.
Being in the heart one brings into their lives the mysticism of spiritual love.
In the heart chakra one awakens to the beauty of life.
The Inner Light of the Soul shines each dawn on a different place in the heart.
Like the rising sun upon a mountain, the light always touches another place.
If one pays attention to the heart chakra one would see that it is always different and always introducing you to yourself in the moment of the now.
The beauty of satsanga is that when every one gathers in Darshan, the Guru can see the different dawns in each chela’s heart and knows how to bring the burning fires that needs no wood due to the bright light of dawn
Images of angry thoughts that come from the third chakra is eaten in the fullness of love in the heart.
The heart is your center of love and ethics.
When you are controlled by the ego you are violating your sense of being and your source of light is being sucked out of you.
You are allowing your ego to remodel you.
Your inner voice will cry out no.
All the guidance that you need lays in the third and fourth chakra.
You would be surprised what you will do to keep the ego in your life.
It is your intuitive system to understand how to ignore the ego.
Call out to your Beloved, I AM WAITING FOR YOU over and over and you will find that the ego can not override this thought.
Love is the cup waiting to be filled.
The liquid nectar of bliss fills the love cup with thoughts of your Beloved.
The great rishis would cry out into the dark night and ask for the pain of yearning for the Mother knowing that this pain can be used to eradicate the darkness of not knowing the Mother’s Love in each chakra.
The longing for the Mother is an exquisite pain that brings love to the path and the heart of the mystic.
There is such an ancient memory in all of you that has you sitting in the lap of the Universal Mother.
You have to bring into consciousness the remembering of the Mother’s Love.
Remembering the Mother with each and every breath becomes the mystic’s way.
Even as one lives in the world one learns how to become the keeper of their own fire of love in the heart.
The Guru becomes the keeper of the keeper of the heart that wants to go home.
It is in the knowing that the Guru Mother can take you to where you have to go as you live in the world.
Chelas are first and foremost spiritual lovers.
And when they give themselves to The Goddess, they are fulfilled in every way.
The Guru allows you to find the guidance that you need to be always giving on your spiritual path.
My chelas this moment give yourself to Smashan Kali the Mother of the Cremation Grounds always moving with Her left foot forward.
See how quickly the silent heart moves with the steady beat of the Mother’s Dance.
Talk to Mother and float on Her Power of your Breath.
The repetition of the words Smashan Mother, will open you to yourself and to the journey in the cremation grounds.
Here one watches ones ego burn on the funereal pyre.
Sitting silently one can hear the Mother’s laugh in the dark night and know never to be afraid again.
I call on Smashan Kali to bring my chelas to the inner world from the outer world and then armed with Her Power and Love once again with compassion to the outer world.
This is my Puja and this is my Prayer
I love you all so very much.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai