Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Namah Sivaya all, While I was contemplating sharing this, an old Derek and the Dominoes tune rolled around im my iTunes: I Am Yours by Eric Clapton and Nizami I am yours. However distant you may be, There blows no wind but wafts your scent to me, There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me Lingers forever as a part of me. I am still assimilating all the things that happened during this last week. From the time I arrived there Sunday morning with the multitude and got my first glimpse of Mother as she got out of the car and entered the Temple until she walked out Saturday afternoon I experienced the most incredible darshans of my short life, many of which didn't even include a hug. One of them nearly took me to my knees. It was when Mother was leaving the hall after the morning program on (if I remember correctly) Tuesday, (but it could have been Monday, it is such a blur). I had been struggling with a 40-year addiction, and had promised myself that I wouldn't smoke this last week, and also would try to actually quit forever. I had been asking Mother for help in this, but up to then I had still found myself making my way down to the designated smoking area behind the basketball court a few times a day. I had spent much of the morning program on the floor as close to Mother as I could. When Jason Becker, the incredible 80's shredder heavy-metal guitarist with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) was wheeled in for his darshan, I found myself locked into a teensy space between his bed and one of the speaker stands. After about a half hour of this, my old arthritic hips and legs were about to die, so I began chanting a little made up on the spot mantra, "Mother, please give this weak one strength." When she came over to minister to Jason, I noticed as i watched this from very close, that all my discomfort had disappeared. When Mother finished with Jason, I managed to get around to the back before Mother did, and was lined up with the rest along the center aisle hoping for a touch as She left. I had my hand out as she passed and she brushed it. But then ahe stopped and turned back to me and gave me the most incredible look into my eyes, as if to say, "so what's with this smoking crap?" and then punched me on the upper arm. A couple of nearby devotees commented on the Mother Punch and how incredible it was... All I know is that I nearly went down on the floor with the light-headedness i was experiencing, and I shook for 10 minutes or so. I made one more trip down behind the barn, to give away my cigarettes. I had a small resurgence of need on the second day of the retreat, and had thought about sneaking down there again, to see if i could bum a smoke, but opted for another Amma treatment instead. After we received our Thanksgiving dinner from Mother, I went up to the front door of the Temple and took up residence there in the freezing cold for about 45 minutes with a handful of other hard-core greeters. When Mother came and entered the hall she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as she passed, and instead of just brushing my fingertips as ahe passed, she started the contact at my forearm with her flat palm and then went all the way to my fingertips, glancing back again to let me know it was intentional. She drew the last of my desire for a smoke right out of me. I am free of them. In Mother's Arms, Mike More about Jason. http://www.myspace.com/72303306 nice pic of Mother there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Dear Mike, Thank you for sharing this story with us. It gave me the chills..I felt like my arm was being touched also..Thank you...In Amma's Service, mare On Mon, 27 Nov 2006 09:01:01 -0000 "Mike Montoya" <dustygain (AT) sti (DOT) net> writes: > Namah Sivaya all, > > While I was contemplating sharing this, an old Derek and the > Dominoes > tune rolled around im my iTunes: > > I Am Yours > by Eric Clapton and Nizami > > I am yours. > However distant you may be, > There blows no wind but wafts your scent to me, > There sings no bird but calls your name to me. > Each memory that has left its trace with me > Lingers forever as a part of me. > > > I am still assimilating all the things that happened during this > last > week. From the time I arrived there Sunday morning with the > multitude > and got my first glimpse of Mother as she got out of the car and > entered the Temple until she walked out Saturday afternoon I > experienced the most incredible darshans of my short life, many of > which didn't even include a hug. One of them nearly took me to my > knees. It was when Mother was leaving the hall after the morning > program on (if I remember correctly) Tuesday, (but it could have > been > Monday, it is such a blur). > > I had been struggling with a 40-year addiction, and had promised > myself that I wouldn't smoke this last week, and also would try to > actually quit forever. I had been asking Mother for help in this, > but > up to then I had still found myself making my way down to the > designated smoking area behind the basketball court a few times a > day. > > I had spent much of the morning program on the floor as close to > Mother as I could. When Jason Becker, the incredible 80's shredder > heavy-metal guitarist with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) was wheeled > in > for his darshan, I found myself locked into a teensy space between > his > bed and one of the speaker stands. After about a half hour of > this, > my old arthritic hips and legs were about to die, so I began > chanting > a little made up on the spot mantra, "Mother, please give this weak > one strength." When she came over to minister to Jason, I noticed > as > i watched this from very close, that all my discomfort had > disappeared. When Mother finished with Jason, I managed to get > around > to the back before Mother did, and was lined up with the rest along > the center aisle hoping for a touch as She left. > > I had my hand out as she passed and she brushed it. But then ahe > stopped and turned back to me and gave me the most incredible look > into my eyes, as if to say, "so what's with this smoking crap?" > and > then punched me on the upper arm. A couple of nearby devotees > commented on the Mother Punch and how incredible it was... All I > know > is that I nearly went down on the floor with the light-headedness i > was experiencing, and I shook for 10 minutes or so. > > I made one more trip down behind the barn, to give away my > cigarettes. > I had a small resurgence of need on the second day of the retreat, > and had thought about sneaking down there again, to see if i could > bum a smoke, but opted for another Amma treatment instead. After > we > received our Thanksgiving dinner from Mother, I went up to the > front > door of the Temple and took up residence there in the freezing cold > > for about 45 minutes with a handful of other hard-core greeters. > > > When Mother came and entered the hall she glanced at me out of the > corner of her eye as she passed, and instead of just brushing my > fingertips as ahe passed, she started the contact at my forearm > with > her flat palm and then went all the way to my fingertips, glancing > back again to let me know it was intentional. She drew the last of > my > desire for a smoke right out of me. > > I am free of them. > > In Mother's Arms, > Mike > > More about Jason. > http://www.myspace.com/72303306 > > nice pic of Mother there. > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2006 Report Share Posted November 28, 2006 Om Namah Shivaya Dear Mike, thanks so very much for being so open and sharing with us. It is very much appreciated. In Amma's Love , from you sister in Iceland, sara P.S. How is your daughter, and will all of you go soon to Amritapuri ? > I am free of them. > > In Mother's Arms, > Mike > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2006 Report Share Posted November 28, 2006 Ammachi, "sara" <saramj33 wrote: > > Om Namah Shivaya > > Dear Mike, > In Amma's Love , from you sister in Iceland, > sara > > P.S. How is your daughter, and will all of you go soon to Amritapuri ? > Namah Sivaya Sara, Good to hear from you. Misha and Mahesvaran are in the air right now headed for Amritapuri. They will be there for 2 months. If things work out, I just might get to join them in January for a bit. In Mother's Arms, Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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