748. Om roga-parvata-dambholaye namah: I bow down to Amma who is the thunderbolt that shatters the mountain of disease.
This is yet another instance of Amma magically touching someone's life (from an article in Matruvani by Swami Amritatmananda):
The scene was Amma's ashram in San Ramon. In the evening while the bhajans were being sung, a young African-American woman was sitting in the front row, intently gazing at Mother. The expressions on her face as she gazed at Amma caught my attention. Alternating expressions of both bliss and sorrow played on her face. Much to my surprise, Amma then began to sing the bhajan Sri Lalitambike. Usually She doesn't sing this type of song in foreign countries.
Just after Amma had started singing this bhajan, the young woman started sobbing loudly, wailing like a tiny toddler. The people who were sitting around her tried to console her, but it only brought forth louder moans. When the bhajans were over and the darshan began, Amma immediately called the woman for darshan. She fell into Amma's lap crying loudly. Amma made her sit next to Her for nearly an hour, and the woman was soon calm and peaceful.
It was the first time that this young woman had met Amma. The day before, one of her friends had shown her a photo of Amma and had told her that Amma was an Indian saint. She told her that many people felt a great sense of inner peace after receiving Amma's darshan, that Amma was now in San Ramon and that she was going to see Her the next day. But when the woman was invited to accompany her friend, she refused.
That night she had a vivid dream. In her own words: 'I was lying in a garden. A woman came up to me. Her face was not clearly visible. She placed me in her lap and started singing in a language that was totally unfamiliar to me. I lost my earthly mother when I was so young that I can't even remember her. This woman's soothing presence and her lilting song suffused me with the warmth of motherly love. Even though I couldn't understand her song, my mind was permeated with her divine voice and the enchanting tune. When I awoke in the morning, the memory of the woman's voice and her song still sounded in my ears and I experienced a feeling of bliss. Suddenly it occurred to me that there was a connection between my dream and the photo of the lady saint that my friend had shown me the day before. I immediately phoned my friend and told her that I wanted to go with her and meet that woman saint from India.
Thus it was that I found myself there. As I sat before Mother, listening to Her singing, I felt that Her voice was so familiar to me. I felt as though I was transported to another world of existence. When Mother began to sing the song Sri Lalitambike, I had a feeling that this was the song I had heard in the dream. At first I wasn't sure, but as I continued to listen intently, I knew without a doubt that this was the very song I had heard. I was convinced that Mother was the divine woman I had met in the dream. When I realized this, and understood how much grace and compassion Mother had bestowed on me, a person who until now had been a sinner without any human virtues to speak of, I couldn't control myself and I cried loudly. When the bhajans were over, Amma called me to Her and whispered in my ear, "My darling daughter, you are Amma's very own. Amma has been waiting for you."
'I felt as though I was being immersed in an ocean of affection. I can't remember what happened after that. I just fell into Amma's lap like a baby.'
Om Amriteswariye namah!
This is yet another instance of Amma magically touching someone's life (from an article in Matruvani by Swami Amritatmananda):
The scene was Amma's ashram in San Ramon. In the evening while the bhajans were being sung, a young African-American woman was sitting in the front row, intently gazing at Mother. The expressions on her face as she gazed at Amma caught my attention. Alternating expressions of both bliss and sorrow played on her face. Much to my surprise, Amma then began to sing the bhajan Sri Lalitambike. Usually She doesn't sing this type of song in foreign countries.
Just after Amma had started singing this bhajan, the young woman started sobbing loudly, wailing like a tiny toddler. The people who were sitting around her tried to console her, but it only brought forth louder moans. When the bhajans were over and the darshan began, Amma immediately called the woman for darshan. She fell into Amma's lap crying loudly. Amma made her sit next to Her for nearly an hour, and the woman was soon calm and peaceful.
It was the first time that this young woman had met Amma. The day before, one of her friends had shown her a photo of Amma and had told her that Amma was an Indian saint. She told her that many people felt a great sense of inner peace after receiving Amma's darshan, that Amma was now in San Ramon and that she was going to see Her the next day. But when the woman was invited to accompany her friend, she refused.
That night she had a vivid dream. In her own words: 'I was lying in a garden. A woman came up to me. Her face was not clearly visible. She placed me in her lap and started singing in a language that was totally unfamiliar to me. I lost my earthly mother when I was so young that I can't even remember her. This woman's soothing presence and her lilting song suffused me with the warmth of motherly love. Even though I couldn't understand her song, my mind was permeated with her divine voice and the enchanting tune. When I awoke in the morning, the memory of the woman's voice and her song still sounded in my ears and I experienced a feeling of bliss. Suddenly it occurred to me that there was a connection between my dream and the photo of the lady saint that my friend had shown me the day before. I immediately phoned my friend and told her that I wanted to go with her and meet that woman saint from India.
Thus it was that I found myself there. As I sat before Mother, listening to Her singing, I felt that Her voice was so familiar to me. I felt as though I was transported to another world of existence. When Mother began to sing the song Sri Lalitambike, I had a feeling that this was the song I had heard in the dream. At first I wasn't sure, but as I continued to listen intently, I knew without a doubt that this was the very song I had heard. I was convinced that Mother was the divine woman I had met in the dream. When I realized this, and understood how much grace and compassion Mother had bestowed on me, a person who until now had been a sinner without any human virtues to speak of, I couldn't control myself and I cried loudly. When the bhajans were over, Amma called me to Her and whispered in my ear, "My darling daughter, you are Amma's very own. Amma has been waiting for you."
'I felt as though I was being immersed in an ocean of affection. I can't remember what happened after that. I just fell into Amma's lap like a baby.'
Om Amriteswariye namah!
No comments:
Post a Comment