Posted in Art, Personal Experiences on Nov 14th, 2014
During my students’ art class recently, one of the girls used the sign of the Kundalini in making a pattern of her own after looking at a painting by Margaret Preston. Watching her drawing the symbol I said, “That’s the sign for the Kundalini.” She replied, “What’s that?†The four other children at the table […]
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It was about 1991 or 1992, in Delhi. I was travelling with Shri Mataji, founder of Sahaja Yoga, and I asked a question which had been in my mind. “What is the thin line dividing self respect and ego?” “A person who has self respect has no ego.” Mother replied. G.K.D.
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It was probably April 1990. Shri Mataji had come to Australia that year, and She was flying from Sydney to Canberra. I decided to also fly to Canberra so I could attend the programme there. Without realising how it happened I found myself right behind Shri Mataji, boarding the domestic flight from the tarmac. We […]
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It is July 2008, just one year since finding Patrick Sheriff alive in Bo, Sierra Leone, after eighteen years of no contact. That was in itself an amazing event following the chance meeting with the Sierra Leonian lady in a shopping centre in Toowoomba, Australia, nine months earlier. So much has occurred during the past twelve months.  […]
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The extract below is taken from the concluding remarks in a book written by Babamama, the beloved youngest brother of Shri Mataji, shortly before his death. “Babamama” is an Indian title of respect, meaning “Mother’s brother”. His name is H. P. Salve, and he was a practising Chartered Accountant in Nagpur, India. In this millenium Shri Mataji […]
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