Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers.
Sept. 16, 2006
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
To sit at the Feet of the Guru is to understand the dynamics of matter turning into Spirit.
Every cell of the body responds to the Guru’s Touch.
The coming together of emotion, intuition and the love of the Soul due to the tantric motion of the heart can clear the air of false pretenses and bring one into the now of Tantric Healing.
The Guru sets Her chela up for being the recapture of life’s adventures and the spirits Soul Flight into the Formless.
The Guru is very enamored with Her chela’s love for the Guru’s own Guru.
It is this that She can identify with.
Compulsions come from traumatic experiences from past life times and this life time.
The Guru’s love teaches one how to hesitate on the tantric path of loving every living and dead moment thus stopping one’s self from responding to negativity with negativity.
As I am writing these words to my chelas it has begun to snow and your Ma has been transported back into time with out the luxury of space.
The snow on the mountain tops are dressing the peaks with white roses of melted heart tears of long ago.
I do not long for those days of THE YOUNG GIRL AND THE OLDER MAN WALKING UP THE MOUNTAIN PATH TO WORSHIP SHIVA.
SHE FELT THE SNOW ON HER VIRGIN HAIR AND THOUGHT OF FLOWERS BURIED IN THE SEA OF WHITE.
WHAT WILL THE NIGHT BRING THOUGHT THE CHILD?
WAIT SHE CRIED OUT, LAXMANJI WAIT FOR ME.
HE TURNED AND SHE WAS NOT A BIT STARTLED TO SEE A MONKEY SMILING TO HER HEART.
THROWING OFF SHIVERS OF ANTICIPATION AND VISIONS OF THE NIGHT TO COME UNDER THE STARS SHE KEPT HER EYES LOCKED ON HIS.
SHE BOWED HER HEAD TO THE SNOWY GROUND AND LET HER TEARS MAKE ICICLES.
HE CAME TOWARD HER AND SHE TOOK HIS FURRY HAND.
HE LIFTED HER, SHE CLOSED HER EYES, AND COULD FEEL THE RIVER STREAMS GOUGING THROUGH THE SNOW.
SHE KNEW THAT THE HIGH MOUNTAIN RANGES FELT HER TEARS TOO.
CLOSING HER EYES ONCE AGAIN, HANUMANJI LORD OF SERVICE BEGIN TO TAKE THE FORM OF HER BELOVED LAXMAN ONCE AGAIN.
ASK HE SAID LOOKING INTO HER GREEN EYES.
HE WAS LOOKING WITH LONGING TO HEAR WORDS THAT MUST BE SAID THAT HAVE BEEN SAID.
SHE REPLIED AS LORD VAYU SENT WAVES OF SNOW ON HIS BREATH THROUGH HER RAVEN HAIR, WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE ARE THEY’ AND ONCE AGAIN WHERE ARE THEY?
WHO HE ASKED AS THE SNOW IN HIS HAIR MARKED HIM WITH AGE THAT DID NOT COME YET.
MY CHELAS, SHE REPLIED SOFTLY AS SOFT AS THE SNOW.
THEY WILL COME, HE SAID, THEY WILL COME AND NEVER LEAVE.
YOU WILL TAKE THEM TO THE WARMTH AND TEACH THEM OF THE NOW.
THEY ARE MINE TOO AND I BELONG TO THEM.
LET US CONTINUE UP THE MOUNTAIN PATH THE OLDER MAN SAID TO THE YOUTH.
AND ONE DAY WE WILL COME DOWN THE MOUNTAIN, THE OLD WOMAN AND THE OLDER MAN AND I SHALL TAKE YOU TO KASHI TO DIE AND YOU WILL NOT EVEN ASK WHY.
FOR YOU WILL KNOW.
THEN YOU WILL RETURN AND THEY WILL COME AND YOU WILL COVER THEM WITH ASH THE ASH THAT COMES WITH THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE SNOW OF LORD HANUMAN.
THEY WILL KNOW ME AS BABA AND YOU AS MA.
AND THEY WILL KNOW YOU JUST AS YOU ARE.
So my chelas, I watch the snow kiss the mountains and the wet cry of the bird that flies to the hidden sun and I know that you all are my life and that no one is chained to time and space.
Yet the chains of love can never be broken.
I do not long for those days of mountain peaks and land so high in the sky that trees can not exist.
I long for my Beloved Kashi and all of you crying out MA IS HOME, MY MA IS HOME.
The snow has felt my foot steps when the land was savage and free.
Yet non is so sacred as our Mother Kashi on the banks of the Ganga.
She rises like a lotus whose stem is in the past.
Yet Her blossoms are of the now.
And the Mother’s Blood touches the snow though there are no wounds only the wounds of missing her sacred Kashi.
I touch all your hearts with the falling snow as i come before your hearts eyes and the shadow Gods and Goddesses whisper She is yours, She is yours, She is ours, the Shadow Gods and Goddesses of Kashi’s warm heart.
My newer chelas, the old ones will tell you of the meaning of the older man and the young girl and so will i.
It is time.
And you too will have glimpses of your lineage as you kiss the sun’s rays over Kashi.
The Ashen One can only bless.
And so do I.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Lord Hanuman, Our Shiva, Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai