Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers.
August 6, 2007
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
Last night around cow dust time death passed my door brought in by the waves of Mother Ocean.
A man drowned and was laid out on the beach with a towel on Him.
The police came and stood Guard around the body.
I too stood guard from my terrace.
Death whispered the wind.
Death whispered the sky.
For a long while no one came then finally friends or family came yet no one gathered around the body.
And I stood guard from my terrace.
I wanted to place flowers all around Him like my chelas did with our Mahavayu.
I sent down to the beach our Achariya Rudra Das.
Sitting in the sand crossed legged I watched my son pranam.
Quite close to the body children were playing in my River or was it the Ocean.
And I stood guard.
For hours death stayed near the treasure of life last breaths.
I could hear the hearts of Death cry out, down to the sea with our treasure.
Sadhu sat by the River, children played by the River Ma stayed by the River.
They kept the body on the sand for hour after hour.
I called for Shody to watch death with me.
The sky was filled with fire’s warm colors.
What ever was left of the beautiful sun was passing over the man who had the Mother Guru watching and guarding.
What a way to leave this Great Mother Earth. The secretive thread between life and death could be felt.
The hours passed one after the other since the man drowned.
Plunging down into Earths Mother’s Wombs and rising on the wings of angels, He finally knew he was dead.
He was opened to the great mystery of creativity.
The journey remained for the wandering Soul.
I held his spirit and I stayed for hours watching over his body.
Bless Him I asked of all the Gods and Goddesses.
So many on the beach, looking at the blazing sun set.
I never saw anything like this in our country.
The springs of my heart opened and I thought of my Mahavayu passing so quietly and beautifully.
This was yet to come.
But I knew, for the integrity of death whispered in the Form Viswanatha Ram Ram in this fortunate man’s ear.
The waters were not menacing.
All fear left the spirit whom I guided across.
Love yes and courage definitely was brought to the Soul.
I thought to teach my children to give life 100%
Then they will have death giving back 100%
I will teach my chelas to never push love away.
Never to put up strong defense fortresses pushing so many away.
Here was death and here was Baba and Ma.
I gave thanks for the way of life that my chelas and I live.
And then the police photographer came and from my lofty perch I looked right into this fortunate elderly mans face as they picked up the cloth that covered his face.
And I knew him to be mine.
He would be the fire that takes no wood and yet he laid in my Cremation Grounds.
And I stood guard.
All the fruits of this Great Mother Earth helped me stand Guard.
Did you find my son what you were longing for ?
Make no mistake about death, my son, for death has such a heart that with the passing of my chela Mahavayu I took so many across.
I listened to the mans essential nature as he made the great crossing on the mystical bridge between life and death.
Here is life’s transition before the Mother’s Fire Of Love.
And yet no one came to carry the body away.
The police just stood around him.
What grace they.
The beach was full of children and families
And on the other side of the beach one could see white chairs being put out for there would be a marriage.
The bride and groom in white.
The the oceans pride was covered in white.
Two journeys together.
All moved from with in.
No one had fear.
Life’s dream was opening.
And I stood guard for hours and hours.
I love you my chelas.
Do not waste one second as you live your life at the Feet Of Your Living Guru.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba