Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
November 5, 2008
I can not stop doing Pujas for a better world even though a better world has begun last night.
Hope is the word of the world now.
The fulfillment of Big Henry Old Hudson Tricky and Chews come in splurts of remembrance to this Guru Mother’s Heart.
Big Henry would say to me ( girl you can become anything you want to be and so can any one else as we shivered together under the board walk in brighton beach straight down Coney Island Ave ).
He put his old army jacket from God knows where, around me and kept me warm and filled with hope.
This was 1947
Big Henry this is your victory.
And now we all wear our Baba’s Blanket.
I thank you Big Henry for all you and the others have given to me.
I thank Baba for what He has given the world.
My chelas I want to thank you all for all the work you have done to make this moment happen.
My Mata Giri Jaya you have worked since the day I met you over thirty years ago for this moment of one Guru and one chela.
Your gut and courage during the civil rights movement very few know about, I know, I know.
Change has happened and more will come.
My gay children do not lose heart, I promise you that change will happen in a world gone blind when it comes to my gay childrens life.
I bless all your marriages again and again and then again.
You are not alone and I will not rest for one second until all can see the beauty of my children. all children every where.
I love you guys and gals and all inbetween more than you can ever know and I will fight by your side as your proud Ma.
The many letters of hope lit up my computer this last month.
They have kept me going and praying and doing pujas.
History will continue being made, i promise you.
My Judy Jayani and so many of you thank you thank you, thank you. My Sita Jaya writing me from voting head quarters all day, keeping me in the loop I thank you.
Most of all I thank all my chelas for the faith they have had in a Great Country that has found its way into the future and still celebrates the moment.
For all of you who knocked on doors and did not stop, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Feel strong, feel full, and yet do not rest.
There is so much to do now.
Bigotry must be stopped.
Hang on my beautiful gays, my men and woman who dare to be different, you are not different you are just following your heart and your Ma.
( Betty Davis and my Wonder Woman Skanda My God are you both beautiful or what. )
Baba Hanuman my love do not be jealous not this moment, I love you my son.
I write these words this bitter sweet morning.
I write these words through a flow of tears of gratitude.
Big Henry, you were so right those cold wonderful day and nights under the board walk telling that little white girl she has the world.
And this moment the world is my Kashi and all my chelas.
Thank you the Black Mother Of The Universe Smashan Kali.
Thank you my 10 Mahavidyas and all the thousands of forms of the Mother.
Thank you Lord Hanuman who taught us all of service.
I loved hearing my chelas singing to you my Hanuman.
And most of all thank you my Ganesha, I heard the news as I was painting you.
Laxmi. Laxmi Laxmi
Thank you for my Beloved Kimti who I think should come Home from Afghanistan for at least a hug and a kiss.
Kashi wants you Home.
Swami Mohan and young Swami Durga Das and Baba Ram and all of you who have made Kashi who She is today.
Ok just put your name Here and know that I am thanking you.
May there be peace amongst all religions reminding them that spiritually is our life’s blood.
And now I wait for my Little Bean to come home to Her Guru Great Grandmother’s Arms.
May there be food for every child all over the world.
May our Feed Every One grow and grow.
May our Ashram grow and take care of the many.
May our BY THE RIVER HAPPEN QUICKLY AND FULLY .
It is a brand new era.
A brand new day.
A brand new moment.
And the same old Mother Guru who loves you all so deeply.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Celebrate today.
Celebrate tomorrow.
Yet never forget we must never stop working for all peoples of the world.
For all peoples are our peoples.
I can not stop writing for my heart can not stop the bliss that is flowing to my finger tips.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You all did it.
Your vote counts and your vote counted.
I bow my head in complete gratitude and ask to be able to see more miracles.
I called my Grandson Tony Cho the first one.
Hearing his voice I felt so proud of him and all our kids.
The future is ours.
The moment is our Baba’s.
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