Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
August 11, 2008
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
Yamaraja is known to Hindus as the God and King Of Death.
Yet it is written that in Kashi Lord Yamaraja bows to Lord Shiva thus making Shiva the King Of Death On Kashi’s Soil.
Reality or legend?
Does it matter.
Death is the One with a heart.
Yet living on Kashi and having such a powerful connection to death over the past 32 years I have found that one may have a certain name of a Beloved that is also the Beloved of the Dead and dying.
It has been our honor and our grief and joy to be able to attend to the many dying of AIDS over the past 32 years as we all live or visit our Sacred Ashram The Mother Ashram in Fl.
In the light of the way of the Interfaith Teaching that our Baba taught your Ma any way you want to speak of death is fine.
It is more than fine.
As long as death is spoken about He will not sneak up and catch one by surprise.
The more one can understand Death the more fueling life becomes.
And there is so much hope for those who have heavy laden pain in their hearts about losing a loved one.
Death is always in the air and the air can have the scent of sweetness to it if one has even the slightest understanding of this Great Lord.
Death will always be a fact amongst the living.
Cemeteries crematoriums on the out skirts of towns use to be used to deter people from visiting.
It is not that way as much any more.
Memorials to those who have died now suggest to the living to visit and enjoy the quiet time amongst the dead.
Though it is known that cemeteries are for the living for the spirit of the dead has already left the flesh.
Yet there is always something of the dead that lingers near the ash or decomposing flesh of ones who are not Here in flesh.
There is a calmness that one can feel as they sit on a bench on the edge of a grave or a path in a quiet corner where people can sit.
One can receive a great amount of strength when they can accept death with their mind body and Soul.
It is only natural at times to fear ones own death.
This is the minds habit to bring fear of death into life.
Old images of not completing ones farewells to the dying complicate the heart of the living
The tormentor of these feelings are yourself who brings guilt into the process of death.
I was taught that the Dead can feel and see in the spirit of now and so it is apparent to the dead that there is always a time for farewells.
Our eyes may not be able to see the way of death, yet our hearts know only too well of the process of dying.
One always has a model of life and death with in their mind.
This model has been taught to us and so new experiences has us living with little clues.
These clues forms certain boundaries that does not let us enter into the unknown with an open mind.
The ego mind does not want to be surprised by any thing in life.
The models that we carry around inside of our mind at times can not have us appreciate the joy of life nor the serenity of death.
In the process one mistakes the ego’s illusion for the reality of the heart and can leave the mind confused.
If you do not let the mind cloud your heart then you can feel that this is the best time of your life.
This is the moment and the moment can only be shattered by regrets or the thoughts of there is something that I have not done and should of.
Or I will be happy when I get this or that.
How often did you use these words
The heart of life and death wants desperately for you to be filled with happiness right now.
The ego brings the fear that there is so much else and therefore you are not living as well as you can.
This is judging life and death.
All of us have an infinite worth.
And this worth must be felt in the moment.
It is also taken with us on our journey toward Death.
Judging your life and the lives of others brings limitations to your death and the full force of the exquisite journey toward death.
In the moment there is the direct experience of life.
Out of the moment there is only the experience of what was and perhaps what will be.
This moment dwell on the Love of your Guru Mother.
Feel my love entering into your heart.
Just keep breathing my love in and out of your heart.
Pay no attention to your thoughts, just let them be.
Now picture a baby any baby ( and believe me there many of my little loves around now thank you Baba) see if this baby in your minds eye even begins to have the thought of I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE LOVED.
All babes know that they deserve all the love they can get and that is that.
When did this judgment start?
It started when mom and dad started to compare the little guy to others and just kept going, brings judgment home all the time.
There is no judgment in Death.
Splendid are the ashes of the dead, so pure and real and filled with hope and love of another time and the moment of now.
Take the Mother’s Love of life and death, take it into your thoughts of death.
Become the child that knows with out a doubt that you deserve to be loved in life and in death.
Yet also know that it does not matter if you are not, you are always in the arms of the Mother.
The grave is in fashion in our minds and so is our births, welcome both and be free of the ego at least for the moment where you can dwell in my love.
I can remember holding little Toby in my arms waiting for his Mom and Dad to get here at Conners Nursery.
His little spirit had left his body hours ago.
Shody and I just rubbed sandal wood into the skin of my beautiful little boy who was so loved.
We kept the flesh supple as we whispered Ram Ram Ram over and over in the babes ear.
He was almost three and has asked his Ma Jaya many questions about his sickness.
He had heard the word AIDS over and over and wanted to know if God loved him.
I told him more than anything in the world.
And when the pain got to much then He who had a heart of gold, the sweetness of death walked in and held my little boy.
Just like i was holding him now keeping him as warm in death as I did in life.
And then the parents walked in hours later.
I will never forget the gratitude in their eyes and the way of their hearts that moment.
Thank you thank you thank you like mantra over and over they repeated
And as the tears flowed down my cheeks, I also thanked our Baba for teaching me how to be the Mother.
I looked at Shody and we both smiled as the scent of sandal wood permeated our beings.
The parents asked for pictures to be taken with their Baby Boy so they could show others the heart of death.
I look at these pictures so often to remind myself of the beauty when one understands Death.
And so I write.
I love you my chelas.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai