Devi Bhava, Saturday June 9

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OM Amriteswaryai Namah.

 

As Amalia posted here, Amma's Devi Bhava changed from its Sunday night

schedule to Saturday. A move that no doubt relieved many of Her

children's worries about work obligations on Monday. This child, on

the other hand, had promised a ride to the airport for two sisters,

and so arrived after the satsang, puja, and beautiful shakti buildup

to the Devi Bhava.

 

(So Sujatha, I can not report on those parts of the other evening's

events, but I will share a little bit of my experience in making the

effort to be in Amma's precious presence.)

 

" Trust Amma " the parking sevite reminded me, minorly stressed by my

delay, and of course She supplied a wonderful ride from the carpool

lot, with a yogi who became another source of spiritual comfort as the

night went into morning, and my emotions streamed out of me in tears.

 

As I approached the temple, the love and energy pouring out of it was

astonishing. I simply stood at the steps, marvelling at Devi in Her

chair. Mother had said the night before that in Devi Bhava, the

presence is just. It is just a presence, like a giant magnet, and to

it the iron filings are drawn.

 

She wore a sacred scarlet sari, a deep red. And as I remarked to my

husband the next day, every year the patterns of gold embroidery

appear to me to be even more gorgeous, if that is possible, and I feel

astonished that the beauty just deepens and deepens and deepens.

 

During the ceremonies at the end, this reporter was weeping too

heavily, overcome by hours of nearness to Deviamma, to observe the

many beautiful first feedings. There was a lovely wedding with two

European devotees. The bride wore red, the groom gold, and their

garlands were fresh with love.

 

Two of our satsang members spied me in tears, and comforted me at the

back of the hall, observing that I was standing in a direct line with

Amma in Her chair and encouraging me to allow myself to smile, enjoy

it, and feel the connection. With that grounding assistance, it was

glorious to be able to see both of Her feet as She prepared to stand

up. Another one of those... PAUSE... moments in the flow of

experiences around Amma that I hope stays engraved on my mind forever.

 

It appeared that there was a computer connection back to Amritapuri or

perhaps the University, and earlier in the evening, Swamijji

approached Mother's chair with the cameraperson. Amma smiled and

waved happily at Her remote children. And Swami looked so overjoyed,

I mean truly radiantly happily, and kissed Her right hand three times.

A moment later, Amma held up a piece of yellow fruit to the camera

and said something to Her children back in India.

 

(From a far distance, the gesture reminded me of a saying someone had

told me Sri Ramakrishna used to say, that one should ripen the ego

into a fruit to be offered to God.)

 

Jai Ma!

 

with loving respect,

Prashanti