Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
August 7, 2008
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
The hand of Death is not icy or even cold in any way.
The hand of Death is warm and comforting.
It is the body that begins to cool as the spirit follows the warmth of Death into the Great Light that belongs to us all.
If there was truly anything to fear I as your Mother Guru would have to tell you as I write this book DEATH HAS A HEART
It is the mind that brings terror to the human body.
And many times it is the ego speaking of this fear so much that it spreads through out your life time.
Our minds are the keepers of the Great Funereal Pyres.
Forgiveness of one’s self can bring heaven to earth at any time.
All are visited by Death, king or beggar, saint or sinner all are made aware of the presence of this Great Lord.
The shadows we cast over our selves and others during our life time is the karma we have to face way before death takes us Home on the wings of the greatest light of all.
It is said that there are many translators of death.
The song of death has us at this time since the early eighties due to AIDS so aware of each step we have taken toward this moment.
Your own heart can measure the way you serve others.
Yet the Mother does not count the steps, She only knows to serve Her children no matter how and where they have walked this life.
It is the chela, the student, the seeker that grasps the right time to be aware of each step he has taken and ask for the hand of the Universal Mother to show him the way toward the Light in life and therefore it will be known in the beauty of Death.
And when we long for death for those who are in terrible pain, perhaps our loved ones, then we too understand the Heart Of Death.
Death keeps no captives as He escorts one to Deaths Light.
I do not teach my young ones to fear death.
I do teach them to live life in the Mother’s Arms as they do service for so many.
Death does not creep, He walks tall and strong and yet he listens with an open heart to see if there is more life and then he bows out slowly, giving away to all the Gods and Goddess and Beloved’s of life.
There is no armor against Death only faith and fate.
How thrilling life would be with out fear of death and so your Guru Mother writes to you of this place called time and space upon Earth so fear can not be.
So many kinds of Death, the young, the infant, the elderly, the very old.
All are watched over by a Universal Thought Of Love.
My Moms greatest fear as she was dying in Coney Island Hospital was that she would be buried in potters field, ( the cemetery where the poor was placed usually without any stone to say who it is who is buried there )
She did not want us to visit a number which they place upon a piece of wood where the body was buried.
I can remember even to this day even though it was about 56 years ago that when my sister Shirdi Ma made a loan and got my Mom a plot in a real cemetery how happy that made my Mother.
She could not stop singing or laughing and did so till the day she died knowing at least where Her body would be.
After over 11 operations She was ready as soon as she knew where we would be as we visited the flesh that housed no breath.
The moment was sweet when she was showing all those in the charity ward the papers.
Here is the deed to my new home She would cry out with such joy.
Such joy that all who heard lost some fear of the death that would take them or their loved ones.
There was over a hundred very sick poor people that had hope that day in the cancer ward.
I as a child use to beg families that when they came if they could find a place to put their loved ones when the Soul left their bodies.
I was so young when I started to take up a collection of pennies and nickels to be able to help who ever needed help.
My Mom would laugh and say every body would have to wait a long time if they were waiting for me to gather enough money to help place them in the ground.
I can remember asking them would they like to be buried two by two then perhaps get it cheaper?
That really got the ward laughing.
Visiting the old hospital which we now serve 56 years later, the spirit of the dead care so much of those who are there now in the so called new hospital which is over 55 years old,
You see my chelas THE DEAD DO NOT DIE.
Each of us are put on earth to serve others and take care of ourselves in the form of serving humanity.
Those who lay around doing nothing are the ones who complain the most of what is being done to them.
It all adds up in the end.
And the end is always the beginning.
A great Teacher once said AFTER ALL WHAT IS DEATH? JUST NATURE’S WAY OF TELLING US TO SLOW DOWN.
Some one also said the living are the dead on holiday.
My chelas examine your life this day.
Ask of your self AM I HURTING OTHERS?
AM I SERVING OTHERS.
AM I CONTRIBUTING TO OUR PLACE OF LIVING.
For instance our Ashram.
Our Brindavan our home on our Ashram has raised itself from the ashes of the hurricane and because of my Swami Dhumavati and her wife our Sati Mayee who own the building my chelas have beautiful apartments.
People write me every day how happy they are to live there.
Right this moment my dog Puja would not be alive if it was not for my chelas Shakti Durgaya and my Minakshi Jaya Anna.
(My Mother Anna adores our Minakshi and so the name)
Ok even as I write this, I think it sounds strange, OH Well.
Puja had his spleen taken out and is being taken care of by my chelas.
Thank you thank you thank you.
It is the way we live, taking care of each other and our families and our animals.
Not waiting for Death but honoring Death by caring all through life for the value of life for others and for Mother Earth.
So sweet this life can be when all work for the good of all.
Death bows to this and watches closely.
All work on our Ashram so each exhalation does not become a closer step to life’s end but a bigger step to the journey with death in life.
The scent of the Soul is sweet and comes back again in its sweetness as the body turns to ash.
All actions of the past walk hand in hand up to the way of Death.
On the way one can say ENOUGH, SELFISHNESS I want to serve humanity.
And so the journey takes different turns.
Turns that others can follow.
I love you my chelas.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai