The script behind the play
June 26th, 2006 Edit
Cristina, Romania
I wonder whether my story will have any significance for others than myself. Even for me it is merely the record of a dream. I didn’t have a clear purpose when coming to Sahaja Yoga, nor was I drown by any desire such as spiritual evolution, quest for the Divine or even for a better health. Why I came appears to me to have no relation to the purposes I have now, after 9 years, to continue the practice of Sahaja Yoga. But this comes later in my story.
So what was I thinking of, 9 years ago, in July 1992? Tears are coming to my eyes now, as I think of the unsuspecting (although 25 years old…) baby I was back then, not having a clue about was in store for her, not even imagining such a thing could exist. Well then, nine years ago my life had already taken several steps for the better, so I was considering taking up some “spiritual” hobby (not that I thought of it in this terms…) like some kind of yoga or radiesthesy.
This is when I incidentally ran into an acquaintance of mine who was working at the university from where I had graduated some years before, and who, at the end of a long chat over a queue at a post office, told me that my former colleague AR has taken up a thing called Sahaja Yoga, and he was already doing that for over two years.
Well, I didn’t know AR very well, but what I knew was enough to be sure that, on one side, he was a person who had enough morality not to take to such a thing in order to become part of some sect, and, on the other side, he was intelligent enough not to be fooled by a surrogate for as long as 2 years. As a matter of fact, I can’t quite remember whether I ever thanked him for being the cause of my coming to Sahaja Yoga, so I take the chance to do it now. Our common acquaintance also told me that there is an exhibit going on, that I should see if I am interested, and there is a public program to be held by Shri Mataji Herself, in a week or so. I went to see the exhibit and I attended the program, then some follow-up sessions. Things went well but not extraordinary well. I mean, you were supposed to feel some cool breeze, mainly with your hands, but the weather was so hot that you couldn’t tell if it wasn’t just perspiration that was evaporating. What I remember understanding very clearly is that I had to give a chance to this thing and practice it for something like three months, before giving any verdict.
After a week or so, I became very ill. I had almost everything between diarrhea and a serious cold, all of them coming onto me like out of the blue, simultaneously, and disappearing after 5-7 days. I had no choice but to wait and see what happens. I don’t remember being too scared. All I recall is that, while lying in bed, I tried to keep my hands toward Shri Mataji’s photograph and I felt a tickling in the middle of the soles of my feet.
Then, for no logical reason, during another week of convalescence I decided that I should eat a lot of meat, although I didn’t usually do that and nobody told me I should. I just decided that was a good thing to do. Only later I found out this was good for my weak left side.
During the following three months I learned everything I needed to know in order to decide that Sahaja Yoga was more than worthy to be practiced. The funny thing is that, in the following 9 years, I forgot some of these important things many times, and I saw other people do just the same. I had to remember them through some really tough experiences. Some things I was taught by other people, but the most important ones just popped up in my mind and, whenever they seemed too incredible to be true, I was able to check their validity through my newly acquired vibratory awareness. Not that my hands were so unmistakably perceptive, but they never failed me at really important moments and answered some questions I really didn’t have any clue about.
After all these years, I just feel the pieces of the puzzle, which is my life in this hectic world, are beginning to come together in a beautiful way. I’m beginning to see the script behind the play and I am often — not always! — amused of how things get sorted out and balance each other. God, you really know how to write the Play – thank you for allowing me to watch!
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