In November almost thirty years ago I was very sad for no apparent reason. I felt so lost. Soon after, an old friend called me. We talked into the night and I shared my feelings. My heart chimed. I wanted a teacher too. As we talked that night, my friend suggested we look for meditation classes near me.
Opening the phone book, I found a Siddha Yoga meditation center less than a mile from my home. That was the beginning for me of a deep understanding of what love truly is. Baba and Gurumayi were waiting right there for me. Step by step they led the way. Many years ago, shortly after I had been introduced to Gurumayi, I was struggling with a feeling of discontent in a situation that needed resolution.
I made a pilgimage to see Gurumayi. My discontented state began to lift, the closer I got to the Ashram. When I arrived, I was beaming from ear to ear. That evening I approached Gurumayi in darshan to express my gratitude. She held out her hand; in her palm was a beautiful crystal. Everything and everyone disappeared. I fell into her eyes and was immersed in a silent ocean, floating in a sparkling universe.
And in an instant I was back in the hall. I thanked Gurumayi and sat back in my seat, ecstatic. Gurumayi had guided my gaze to the light within my own heart. It is mine. The light of joy, the greatest gift. Oregon, United States. This beautiful share reminds me of a time I spent in Shree Muktananda Ashram in , right before going to get married.
The whole time there I felt I had a small stone in my heart, which after some time became unbearable for me. During a satsang the next day, Gurumayi ecstatically proclaimed that this summer solstice day was a day of transformation.
