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"Freedom and Liberation" film

"Freedom and Liberation" at Newcastle theatre

Over sixty-five new seekers gathered at Newcastle’s Greater Union Theatre to enjoy the “Freedom and Liberation” movie on Saturday, 12 Sept 2008. The movie was followed by a Self-realisation and meditation session.
 
The Music of Joy music group from Sydney travelled to Newcastle for the day to entertain the film-goers.

On Saturday, 11 October 2008 “Freedom and Liberation” will be shown in Charlestown which is about 15 km south of Newcastle.

Originally posted 2008-09-27 03:25:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Every day in the early morning this faithful dog
Sits quietly beside my chair
For as long as I do not acknowledge his presence
By the touch of my hand.
The moment he receives this small recognition,
Waves of happiness leap through his body.
In the inarticulate world
Only this creature
Has pierced through good and bad and seen
Complete man,
Has seen him for whom
Life may be joyfully given,
That object of a free outpouring of love,
Whose consciousness points the way
To the realm of infinite consciousness.
When I see that dumb heart
Revealing its own humility
Through total self-surrender,
I feel unequal to the worth
His simple perception has found in the nature of man.
The wistful anxiety in his mute gaze
Understands something he cannot explain:
It directs me to the true meaning of man in the universe.

 Rabindranath Tagore

Originally posted 2008-11-30 03:58:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


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Lighting a Divine Spark

The Third Advent

The Third Advent

The following extract from “The Third Advent”, by Gregoire de Kalbermatten, provides a wonderful description of the awakening of the kundalini to bring about Self-realisation.  

Spirit or Atma, it is reported, is the spark of divinity in man, and spirituality is about lighting it.  The spark to enlighten the flame of the Spirit must be more than just the sincere desire to reach our deepest reality.  Religious, philosophical and Gnostic traditions emphasize that experience and not just faith, embodies the description of a cognitive happening, a moment of initiation, which opens to us the gates of a higher spiritual knowledge.  It is called ‘samadhi’ for the Hindu, ‘satori’ for the Zen Buddhist or the ‘second birth’ Christ mentions to Nicodemus.  Today, it is commonly referred to as Self-realization.  Self-realization must be understood in two ways: it is the crossing of a key threshold in the process of self-improvement.  It is also a breakthrough in the collective evolution of mankind.  Self-realization opens vast provinces of experience whose beauties have been sung by ancient poets.  Let is suffice to say here that it marks the entry into a state where we grasp better, enjoy more, and become more effective.

Gregoire de Kalbermatten, The Third Advent. Camberwell: Penguin Group, 2003. P. 175.

Originally posted 2008-08-22 02:52:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


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Spiral galaxy

Spiral galaxy

Oh, Energy of Pure Love Divine,
The Love that means Forgiveness, Care and Grace,
We wish that in our hearts you always shine,
You are the highest blessing that a soul can embrace!

In the Ocean of Emptiness, which is so great
That even atoms stay apart, very far away,
The Cosmic Rays are searching for their fate,
And lonely Stars are sliding along their way.

The Galaxies move slowly in a caravan
Across the sleeping universal Face.
No, you are not empty, the Cosmic Ocean –
The Creator’s eyes pierce, with Love, your Space!

Oh, Energy of Pure Love Divine,
The Love that means Forgiveness, Grace and Care,
We wish that in our hearts you would always shine,
As constant thankfulness that our souls bear!

We wonder how to correct our ailing world,
Which is so hard to grasp and still so usual,
Without cruel idols and angry words,
But only with Love – the force most unusual.
And when we look in empty cosmic space
We feel this love that pours from above.
How could they say that Universe is full of emptiness?
It’s only full of All-Pervading Love.

She is the one that moves starry worlds above
And whirls the planets like little flakes of snow,
And those not deaf from within
Can hear the call of Love –
The force always victorious, wherever it goes.

Vladimir Mikhanovsky. Hope Faith Love: The Road to God. Pune, India: Nirmal Transformations, 2007.

(Photograph: geology.com)

Originally posted 2009-02-18 09:47:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


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While I was in India at Shri Mataji’s Birthday celebrations the New Zealand collective graciously invited me to attend the North of the North Island, New Zealand Sahaja YogaTour.

Upon my return to Australia I prayed with all my heart to remove any family and financial obstacles that came my way. To my amazement everything flowed so well. It was like playing a game of Patience, sitting on the fence, waiting for the right time to act on my desires. I had no doubts in my heart.

A few obstacles appeared but I was determined to go, as I felt it was my duty and responsibility to go. For so long I had desired to go deeper, to devote myself to face myself, to face my family, the Maori people and to help work out the collective issues in New Zealand and enjoy giving realisation to as many people as possible.

When I arrived in New Zealand a sweet yogini, Shirley, offered me a ride to Ahipara some 4-5 hours away, to meet up with the collective. Just north of Auckland, we had car problems, and unfortunately Shirley and her car were destined to return to Auckland for repairs. There was no way I was going to miss out on the Tour; so I made my own arrangements. I rang and asked my father to meet me half-way. So I caught a ride to Whangarei, 2 hours away, on a huge freight truck. The truck driver was the sweetest Maori man. We had much to talk about, and travel time went so quickly. We met my father and his new wife, Belle, and then drove to Kohukohu, another 2 hours away.

So many phenomenal experiences happened in “Aotearoa” which means “The Land of the Long White Cloud”. On 25 April, we toured 90 mile beach on a 4 wheel drive bus, the journey so beautiful, so mystical, full of so much joy, being with the collective and learning so much of the local history. The landscape is so lush, an abundance of colours of greenery. It is unbelievable how in the North the most barren land of sand has been transformed into a man-made pine forest which creates work for locals as well as income for the government and local iwi ( family) trusts. This in return is a never-ending cycle of life, as well as an eye-opener for the tourists. There is so much to see, including the wild horse population. This was one of the longest days of my life, in slow motion. Time was truly of the essence, so omnipresent.

The highlight of the day was visiting Cape Reinga which has great historic and spiritual significance in Maori mythology. It is known as “Te Rerenga Wairua” – the departure of spirits – where the spirits of the dead are believed to leap off the headland and climb down the roots of the 800-year-old pohutakawa tree, and descend into the underworld to return to their traditional homeland of Hawaiki ( the heavens).

As you walk down the path to the light house, look to your right and you can see this sacred place, this tree, growing on the cliff edge. Looking to the left you see the beautiful views of the ocean – being Anzac Day this was special as well. This is where the Tasman Sea meets the Pacific Ocean. The waves cross paths and integrate into one grand ocean.

A few of us paid our respects, by taking time to sit, to pray for all the spirits to take their rebirth. Many ventured on to the lighthouse for photos, and Denis so humbly sat on the top of the hill, giving realisation to 2 young European women. We travelled on, having fun on the sand dunes and cruising down the beach in style. We celebrated back at camp with a barbeque feast.

The following day, we moved on to Coopers Beach, for our next program. A few of us chatted about how New Zealand, with all its glory, is so beautiful in nature, and the people, too, are in tune with nature. The peace is all around them. No wonder many have no desire to look inside.

We camped at Bay of Islands, near Pahia, for 2 nights. What a heavenly place, surrounded by water, and hills! I had a strong pull to go to Waitangi; so Uncle Upendra and I went. When we arrived we were greeted by this angelic being called Dollarina. She was literally waiting to for us to receive Mother’s Love. She had just returned to work after having a major operation. She was frail, yet enthusiastically she opened her heart to realisation in Maori and attended our program in Kerikeri that evening.

I chose to do the full tour with a guide to learn the history and receive a copy of the original Treaty. For those who don’t know about the Treaty of Waitangi, it was signed in 1840 as an agreement between the British Crown and Maori. It established law and order in New Zealand while guaranteeing Maori authority over the land and culture. The treaty protected Maori land in exchange for British sovereignty.

Waitangi Day is a National holiday in New Zealand. A dawn ceremony is celebrated annually on the 26 February at “The Treaty Grounds” where the government and Maori people unite in prayer, where sacred and meaningful discussions are held.

Firstly we were shown the Maori war canoe, built in 1940, which is used during Waitangi Day celebrations. We moved on to the Treaty Grounds where we learned about the Treaty, where questions from tourists were answered by our guide. There are 3 flags flying high at the mast to mark the actual place of the signing by the representative chiefs and the Crown.

We entered the meeting house, a place of learning. To Maori, this house is a reflection of the woman’s body. Entering the house you enter the womb. Inside you see carvings of all the tribes of the people throughout Aotearoa. You can see the rib cage, which means the women are the backbone of the people. There are three main poles: the pou mauri (the memory pole); the pou tokomanawa (the heart pole); and the poukaitiaki (the pole of protection or the protector of the people). I quietly admired many of the carvings. The carvings of the tongue signify the Maori language as being a verbal language, a sweet language. Finally, I returned to the mast, at the “Four Directions of the Wind”. Here I sat in meditation for a short time.

Wow! What a precious moment! I left full of Mother’s blessings, so honoured and forever grateful, so content to know Mother has vibrated this land forever, and forever this will make a difference in the future of Aotearoa.

On our return to Whangarei, so many overwhelmingly wonderful personal events happened for me, holistically. The wounds of my family’s past are deep for my siblings, but I have been graciously blessed with Mother’s Love and forgiveness. New relationships with my father and my grandmother have been established with much dignity.

Roger desired so much for his mother’s carer (an extremely hardworking Maori woman with such a huge heart) to attend the program. So he took me to meet her. We managed to talk her and her niece into attending the program at Tikipunga.

During the program the heavens opened. As the library had a glass ceiling, we witnessed Shri Vishnumaya (Goddess of Lightning) in full display, clearing Whangarei. Roger opened the program with such confidence. I was asked to give realisation. As I stood, my family arrived – Grandma, Belle, and Dad – amidst the raging storm. To my own surprise this brave warrioress, confronted with her family, proudly spoke with an open heart about Sahaja Yoga. What a divine gift to give my father his realisation at a public program! Afterwards I witnessed him, struggling vibrationally, but he never took his eyes off Shri Mataji’s photograph.

This journey was so deep and meaningful for me, to make me stronger than the memories and strive forth as a Soldier of Love. The amazement of my growth is supreme. My connection with Aotearoa is as strong as my connection to Mother. When I was there, I felt like I had never left, and now that I am here, I feel I am there. I am neither here nor there; I am the spirit, forever omnipresent, with Mother in my heart.

Many thanks to Shri Mataji for having this tour in her absolute attention. To Uncle Upendra, thank you for the joyous laughter, your wisdom, your sweet innocence. To Uncle Dave, thanks for sharing your dynamic influence of Joy. To Aunty Trish and Julie, you truly are saints. To Akhila, you are a blessing from above, a true angel. To Roger, my Kamo brother, you are the best! To all the New Zealand collective, thank you for your generosity of Love.

Arohanunui (an abundance of Love)

Merenia Ashwell

(Photograph: earthobservatory.nasa.gov)

Originally posted 2008-05-17 03:56:35. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


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