Jai Shri Mataji. Plucked from a hat, the journey to Cabella began
instantaneously as my name was called from a New York Sahaja Yoga lottery.
Two Sahaja Yogis from the area together climbed the sky and touched the
love soaked sahaj grounds of Italia.
Whisked to the sweet waters of Cabella
Ligure, the Castello outstretched arms of Shri Mataji enraptured all in her
bustling silent kitchen. It is a misty warm weekend-- May flowers bursting
with colored essence, dark and light greenery wrapping ones mind inside and
out. Floating down from the Castello cars stopping with kind greetings and
rides but the walk is too beautiful.
Cabella buzzing with tender yogis of
80 countries friends all loving hugging yogis absorbed in the pendal
springing to life. Smiles stretching for miles, handfuls of children here
and there swooping laughing playing.
A weekend of connectivity, hosted by European
sisters, calm natural easiness. Sleepless and energized vibrations
everywhere a full pendal of joyous children of Shri Mataji. Havan in front
of mens blue tent 7pm Friday eve. Tall and wide flames licking the warm
air, strong yellow-red-orange energy, full tent, full yogis, babies
Long silky meditation following late dinner evening free. Morning
meditation 8am pendal people sleeping, light snoring and waking sounds--
vibrations and togetherness seep into everything one organism one body
oneness. Carloads to the ashram, clucking yogis smiles spill into smiles,
Chattering yogis from all over the globe communicate with glee
some words and pure hearts. There are gentle greetings from the tables
collecting money notes, and the cooling vibratory awareness floating in and
out of the big clear windows.
It is a strong sunny hot day, good for
to town, every car stopping to give a seat, meeting new faces and voices and
again the walk is too beautiful. Some yogis jump from the cars to be on
foot and join the meander to town, vibrating toes. Cafes full of yogis and
Cabellites looking at each other with wonderful sparkling eyes, macelleria
closed, delicious little oranges,grapes, and funny shaped fruits dal "frutti
vendolo" yogis yogis yogis, a hotel owner excitedly talking about Shri
and yogis, a little boy's tears for a bed to sleep in mothers comfort
Maybe one or two capuccini senza scuma, panini, pasta, lunching in
the half shade of Marios and the café on the other side, town feels
though Cabella kids in bunches play football on the field and yogis are
everywhere, theres infinite space-time has stopped. Five pm group shoe beat
near the blue tent collective energy rising.
In the pendal, Gregoire announces
that "Shri Mataji will not be
coming to the evening performance, everyone has to realize it is time we
absorb more of her vibrations. It is no longer a time to ask our mother for
anything. We have to give everyone love and receiving her vibrations,
feels a strong and subtle empowering, pure joy, no sadness, detached
It is an epic theatre piece of the history of Shri Mataji. A grand
father and his grand children recollective, a yogi sits behind a flame
reciting poesy on a lotus flower, a formless narrator with a deeply soothing
faultless wordplay elicits eastern European vibratory English.
Kundalini Sakshat, Shri Adi Shakti Mataji Shri Nirmala Devi Namoh Namah
Shri Mataji sees the orange-pink-redness of the Kundalini rising over the
ocean in Pune setting in motion Sahaja Yoga. Gregoire is in mid sentence
reflecting the account of the beginnings of his flight to and writings with
Shri Mataji when the grandfather absent-mindedly presses rewind on the VCR
remote sending gregoire scrambling rewind backwards and seamlessly falling
back in time.
Through beautifully etched classical Indian dances, comedy
routines and miracle stories, divine melodies of a Viennese choir, ecstatic
and bursting with authenticity the costumed deities awakening the
approaching night, projected photographs of enlightening early western yogis
Guido and Gregiore, et al, young and excited vibrating blissful energies,
pictures of all things Shri Mataji handkerchiefs and saris, pocketbook
filled with everything and poesy, makeup case, eye glasses and visions, a
cornucopia of the physical aspects of our mother, the history of our mother
and her children coming to America, England, Italy the world in 1972, firsts
and foremosts, a clear reality of our roots, Shri Matajis lotus feet firmly
placed on this earth, mother's earth--walking. A wondrous play drawn
together by the rising kundalini of ascent poetry in effortless subtle
motion concluding on candlelit meditations to our Mother formless and form
present at one and the same moment.
Dancing begins with a wild joyous electricity in the air and never
ends one by one the singers and musicians change and some step off the stage
but the yogis call them back circle dancing, jumping and Indian
dancing, hugging and leaping and group dancing and singing ring through the
night until 3:45 am and as the last musician has finally stopped drumming a
familiar beat--yogis are still dancing and bebopping their own beats and
will not stop until they finally desire to nourish the nabhi chakra dinner
is served-- its 4:30am.
Morning meditazione, more yogis arriving, mangiare (lunching),
whipping up a cool awareness of mother, yogis
playing volleyball, children playing football assorted games playing under
the sunny wind whipped afternoon, a group footsoak in the narrow shallow
creamy white bubbly effervescence of the narrow river, everyone on the side
close to the pendal an unbroken serpentine line of every yogi runs up the
river for miles of color and meditation to the Castello, a handful scatter
on the hintersides as well, slight hands moving in the yellow-white glare of
a warming river yogis full body soaking laughing giggling of underwater
vibrations coming out of Mother's mountain Castello through our subtle
systems snaking downstream purifying her children.
A spiraling single
organism of love and light shooting out of sahasrara crowns in the northern
hills of Cabella-- the world. Time ceases to move.
Sahasrara Puja 8pm, Dressing up for an elegant evening no anticipation,
calm settles over the yogis and an announcement to enter deep meditation
immediately upon entering the
pendal, full at 6pm, silence and scattered child sounds "cou cou c'est
At 8pm the Sahasrara Puja videotape begins, appears to be last years
In deep meditation words blend into doubtless awareness, "rather than
me for something you can ask deep in yourselves for anything. You have the
kundalini, you are responsible, you can do it all. You are my instruments."
the video ends, a silent period then a soft spoken announcement that
Shri Mataji wishes us to go on with the Puja without her, she will not be
coming. Phillip says "....our mother is with us in formless form...we
need to absorb her vibrations....We need to be aware that her travels and
schedule are too much and we need to give her the message that we can take
the responsibility and give her rather than ask from her. We are Sahaja
There is a somber sad part to this news, eyes well up with silent
slippery tears that don't fall, hearts opening and filling with more new
love for Shri Mataji and an announcement is made that we have to wake up our
joy and give love and bliss and energy to this puja, no earthly sadness-- a
lively vibrant puja for Shri Mataji for all yogis-- we can do it and elate
in the joy of our puja with Shri Mataji formless.
clapping and singing resounds with a newfound happiness, eyes lighten and
glisten with joy and smiles opening up the energized pendal the puja is on
and it is alive and bounding and the yogis have awakened, a new something
arrived and it is enlightening love and awareness.
Wherever, she's.. her children
are growing up, her children are alive
her joy with her love with her presence everywhere on this planet. We feel
as if all sahaja yogis are in Cabella with us. There is no rain on this
puja, it started to rain inside the puja on this night and it cleanses the
beauty of all yogis and opens a new way for Shri Mataji to realize her
children are responsible for the road they have turned onto, a continuing
path which gives Shri Mataji the awareness that we will do all and be joyous
through all and give her the openness to come and go and do as she will with
full confidence in her enlightening yogis.
We love you Shri Mataji. We
love you Shri Mataji. We are happy and joyous and aware of our
understanding. We are absorbing you deep in our hearts.
Dancing and singing goes late into the night, an old yogi asks for it to
end and it does sweetly. Rollicking yogis head down for dinner arm in arm
clumps bouncing--it is earthly morning in a cloudless starry night, the yogi
dinner bell is ringing.
A long table under a tent seats yogis from the world,
20 or so, many
England, Germany, Austria, USA, Czech R, Australia and other parts eating
the remains of zuppa and rizo con sugo, hot chai is served sporadically like
some golden nectar from the hills. Joking and laughter crowds the
area smiling faces scattered conversations lead to hilarious stories of
ashram life, yogic awakenings, Shri Mataji¹s miracles and stories,
round-the-clock yogi construction work, meddlesome neighbor stories turned
great, fantastic early yogi happenings and meeting Shri Mataji, a bobby
questioning whats going on puts his helmet down, opening hands, and gets
realization directly from Shri Mataji, funny stories of accidental camphor
and candle fires and swastika misunderstandings and early morn conch shell
blowing out windows, yogis doing mistaken construction work out of sheer
love of work for Shri Mataji, loud and big shoe beatings at 5 in the morn,
freaking out neighbors and all ensconced in a brilliant love and laughter
until, buses start leaving at 5am.
Bollo Shri Adi Shakti Mataji, Shri Nirmala Devi Ki, Jai