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Sahasrara Puja 2003

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 brothers and 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 laughing.

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, cackling.

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 walking 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 is closed, delicious little oranges,grapes, and funny shaped fruits dal "frutti vendolo" yogis yogis yogis, a hotel owner excitedly talking about Shri Mataji and yogis, a little boy's tears for a bed to sleep in mothers comfort and cookies.

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 empty 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 awareness.

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.

Trigunatmika 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), strong wind 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 nous".

At 8pm the Sahasrara Puja videotape begins, appears to be last years puja. In deep meditation words blend into doubtless awareness, "rather than asking 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."

After 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 Yogis."

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.

The 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 has arrived and it is enlightening love and awareness.

Wherever, she's.. her children are growing up, her children are alive with 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 from 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
a yogi