Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
Hanuman Jayanti.
April 12, 2009
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
Happy Happy Easter my chelas,
Last night we celebrated Hanuman’s Birthday.
My chelas came from all over the country if not the world to celebrate with the Guru Mother the birth of Lord Hanuman.
The night was filled with hearts of joy.
I walked around our Ganga into the arms of my chelas.
All looking toward the Mother and wondering how we were going to celebrate Lord Shiva in the Form of Hanuman’s, Birthday
You can only celebrate one way and that is the way of love.
The world needed a great God to show how humility can bring so much joy to a dry scared world and so Lord Shiva took the Form of a monkey to serve His Greatest chela Lord Rama.
Guests listened with their hearts as they did not realize the reason for a great yogi to take the form of a monkey and why we loved Him so very much.
Hanumanji is the God of service and it does the heart good to follow in his footsteps.
It is always a great and wonderful thing to serve others.
It is that which our whole teaching is based on.
Serve and serve and never look back to see who is taking.
This is unconditional love and how sweet this love tastes.
The ego of delusion has been trying for life times to teach that one must keep taking and never give.
That the world owes us all and we never have to give back.
Woe to those who can even begin to think in such a small way.
This world has so much to offer every one who is willing to share their hearts with out fear
This is called the generous heart.
The energy of all the Devis or Goddesses can be felt as one shares their heart and is generous with their love.
Don’t count the minutes it takes to give love and you will be repaid with hours of bliss.
And so I watched my chelas and our guests who gathered Here on our Sacred and Blessed Ashram as they kept their eyes on Swami Anjani as She did the Pujas as she is named after Hanuman’s Mother in that one incarnation and has kept her rightful place for centuries.
And the night rolled on, day flowing under the protective blanket of night.
The Ashram looked like a fairy tale with the moon trying to make its entrance into the night.
I looked over my chelas and sent silent blessings to touch each persons heart.
Happy Birthday my Hanumanji, my Baba
I love you my chelas.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
