Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
January 10, 2008
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
Do you live by the wishes of your ego?
Do you do things that come from anger or pride simply because it is easier to listen to your ego than to your heart?
Has not your Higher consciousness tried to call you away from the demands of the ego?
Starting your day with watching your breath will bring awareness of the breath back to you as you live your life this day.
Once you start your day with the awareness of the breath it will be easier for your Mother Guru to remind you all during the day of the beauty of the breath.
This brings freedom to your heart that you could only dream about.
What is your ego telling you now?
That you do not have time to meditate or that you will do it later?
Once you understand that your heart is the key to the Guru Mother’s Words then your ego has no chance of ruining your life.
Out of the awareness of the breath the heart will flower with self love and love for others.
To the Mother all of life in every chela is sacred and individual and is important.
You are a being that attracts love upon the watching of your breath.
It is more like not to learn of the breath but to be the breath.
Though I take you all in when I write these words I also take you individually in the collective consciousness of Satsang.
Resistance has no place in the Higher mind.
Resistance to becoming aware comes from the ego thought.
The state of being aware is a state that does not react with violence or pain.
The ego always brings about the path of judging others.
Conflict brings separation and this separation breeds fear.
By the Grace Of Paramaguru and Guru know that at any moment you can be released from the ego mind.
By the Mother’s Grace you live in your heart.
By the Grace of your breath you are released from the holds of the ego.
Staying in your heart is meant to dissolve the image of the ego that truly does not exist.
The ego dismantles your conection to the Mother’s Feet, or at least thinks it does.
My chelas you all have an impeccable quality of knowing when the illusion of the ego is trying to separate yourself from your heart.
This is called immediate intuition.
You know immediately that you have the strength to do what is in your heart.
Let us end this illusion called ego.
Non dependence on the ego brings to your life self sufficiency.
Then you live in the moment of Guru and chela.
My chelas dedicate your self to your own heart and certainly you will find your way to the heart and feet of the Guru Mother.
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
My chelas, Bhagavati by the Ganges has taken on a life of it’s own.
I will be writing more and more of the poetry written over 25 years ago when Kashi was only 7 acres
I have never had such a response from so many chelas around the world.
I am painting Her constantly.
Bhagavati by the Ganges takes hours to paint and some times longer.
I wonder if you realize that it is painted with the tinniest brush and every detail is filled with Pujas.
When you receive your Paintings let the Ganges fill every part of you.
Let your eyes flow back and forth along the shore.
Then focus on Bhagavati doing Her Asanas as She waits for Her Laxman.
Always listening for Her Teacher Swami Nityananda’s instructions.
A MYTH, MAYBE.
A TRUTH MAYBE.
PART OF YOUR LINEAGE DEFINITELY.
Some of the poems had to be pieced together.
All have a greater message than the words.
The paintings fill in all the gaps.
All is symbolic all is a truth of the heart.
I love you my chelas.
I must!
This was written June 7, 1977
My principle Swami Anjani brought it in to me the other day.
This poem was said in a Tuesday Phone Call Teaching.
THE ROBE OF SNOW.
It was a warm spring night as God looked upon the earth.
It was the month of May and God saw all was fertile.
He came down from the mountain looking for the youth that was waiting for His arms.
There was not one master, for all of earth was master.
And all the demands made upon love was obtained.
The older woman Janaki was watching with a heart that leaped for a youth they had left.
A fire entered me and I knew that I was the Mother.
I climbed the mountain behind the man.
THE SNOW WAS HIS ROBE.
As the moon came up the smell of sandalwood touched Her nostrils, (I, She, Me You— all the same ) and the scent of musk lingered upon the path.
I followed Him, thought very afraid and yet not so afraid to be scared.
For with in my heart was the gold of eternity.
And in His being were the seeds of infinity.
None to spare and all to give.
I turned not once to look at the footprints upon the snow, for I knew they would be filled one day with the blood of my hurt as I would cry for the youth I did not lose , but only now remember.
For there is no such word one can say as death.
For from His trembling lips comes life.
There was no lantern or candle to light the way, only the stars and the moon.
It was not bewilderment that caused my mind to flee.
It was love, love of this God who walked in front of me.
For I was His Bhagavati.
Olive was my skin, and I knew His Love came from a depth beyond within.
I was not starving for love, for at 12 who knew? Yet I longed for the sun to awaken, to feel the flowering dew.
Where is Swami now I thought?
Was I lost, never lost, just found.
