Om Ganesha
Afternoon Pujas and Prayers
Oct 8, 2011
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
The following words were spoken by your Ma during Mother Saraswati Puja.
Now you all can hear them in your heart.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Jai Laxmi Ki Jai
Always at the Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
Ma’s story from Mother Saraswati Puja 9 -30-11
And so it came to pass that on October 11, 1976, we moved here just to have a little small place where you could all visit me from the different ashrams all over the country. And I didn’t know what to do with the Ashram. Coming out of Brooklyn, I told everybody “Cement everything, and we’ll play handball all day.” But nobody would listen to me, so I figured this Guru doesn’t have that much power. And then I sat with my Guruji, and He said, “Call on Mataji Saraswati. Where could her voice be heard? What is the place she would most desire to sing?”
And I looked at our little pond as we used to call it and I said, “She would love to sing in all the temples around our Ganga.” So here we are, with the help of many – with 78 acres (I know 80) that I have truly designed sitting at the feet of Mother Saraswati, a place where you could all hear any of the Goddesses sing in the night and never fear the darkness again.
One time there was a Sadhu, and all he wanted was to hear the Mother sing, holding the vina, in a voice as sweet as any honey. But he used to sit and not listen, for he looked for the manifestation of Mother Saraswati, and he grew old with this desire for manifestation – and then one day She appeared to him and began to sing and play. The music was beyond anything he ever imagined. He was a very old man by this time, and he said, “Mother, why did you not come to me when I first took sanyas at age 14 and left everything to run the jungle wild?”
And Mother said, “I have come to you from the moment of birth; I have come to you in the womb; I have come to you as you took your first steps, for the first steps of the babe are the steps that Saraswati gives in order for each child to dance to the Mother. I
have come to you when the rain fell upon your head, and the softness of the spring rain opened your heart. I have come to you when the clouds bumped into each other and caused the sky to roar. I have come to you with the sound of women singing to their Guru. I have come to you with the sound of your own heartbeat, for that is the sound of my voice.
“I have always been – this is the least of my manifestations.”
And the sanyasin, the sadhu, bowed his head in shame – for not only had he forgotten to see the Mother, he had forgotten to hear. “You thought, my son,” She said, “that I am not in this world. You thought I was not of the human body: I am the Tantric Mother. I am of your flesh. I am your eyes that can see, your nose that can breathe, and your mouth that can talk. You were made in the image of God, and I, His Consort, have seen this to be.
“I am in every sound and non-sound of this Earth. I am not of the heavens alone. I am in the lowest of lows; I am in the cheapest whore and the highest saint. I am in the flesh that burns upon the funeral pyre and the Aghori who sits, collecting the sounds of the burning body. This, my son, is the least of my music, and the farthest range of my music: for the night sounds is my voice, and the crackling of my burning heart is the wood in the flame. Stare in the flame, and see the fire burn. I am that wood, and He who is my Lord is the flame. I am the Ram’s hooves that march, holding the Lord of Fires, which is His vehicle. I am the Mother – therefore I am.
“And when the world is silent, you will know that you are the furthest from my Feet, for I am the Mother Saraswati, and never, ever shall I be silent. This is my boon, to always be heard by those who want to listen. And when your skull has turned to pure bone, and the eyes that are not there but can see brightly, and the nose that can smell the rose, and the mouth that does not exist – three holes: the two nostrils, the mouth, two more for the eyes – and the invisible eye, the third eye. When I am the skull that you all long to be, then I am the closest to the Earth. I am the purity of Tantra, the sexual union of Man into God, not necessarily man or woman into man or woman, but man into the essence of the great Goddess. I am the sounds that lull you to sleep. I am your sleep.
“I wait. I wait for wars to stop, but until they do, I am the prayer of every soldier, every man and woman. I am not different in any person. I go beyond gender, for I am the Soul of humankind. And when the heart is heavy, just simply listening can bring you the grace of Saraswati.”
“Have I lost, Mother, so close to death am I? Have I lost out?” said the Sadhu.
“Yes,” the Mother said, “but every second of listening, every second of hearing is worth a thousand lifetimes. You have thousands of lifetimes to grow old with the sound within
you. Nothing is too low, and no thing is too high, for you are my child and I am your mother. So be it.”
And so it was to be. The Sadhu didn’t run through the jungles anymore, but sat quietly by the dhuni, watching the wood burning day and night. He would teach those who would come for instruction from the holy man how to read the wood, for when you read the wood of the flame, you are reading the 1008 names of the Mother. So every sound that you hear, even the sound of anger coming toward you, you can release the tension – for you now will hear with the Mother’s ears. She too listens very carefully, for that is Tantra.