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MoJoRiSin 07-17-2009 08:37 PM

This thread on Grace and Kundalini reminds me of the last darshan of Muktananda before he left the United States for India (where he passed away. )

The meditation hall was jammed with over 500 people with a huge overflow watching by remote in the dining area. There had been various offerings of poems and Hindi songs by Baba’s swamis, and then Baba came out to give a talk about Shakti and Her “Grace.” When he was finished, a swami came up to the microphone and told us that a devotee of Baba’s was going to sing for him. And she just wanted to be called, Roberta.

So, Roberta Flack came up on the little stage pushing a keyboard followed by a drummer and guitarist. She sang Killing Me Softly directly to Baba, he put a white scarf around her neck, and she then sang, The First Time Ever I saw Your Face. It was like being in the Twilight Zone – you sorta couldn’t believe what you were seeing (Roberta Flack was big recording star back then.)

And then she had us all clap our hands as she played and sang an old time spiritual. It was funny because Baba started shouting something out, and his interpreter, Malti, said, “Baba says, this is not a night club!” That didn’t stop us for a minute. We were having a Shakti ball.

Then, Roberta quieted us down and said she was going to sing a song that we could all sing with her, to Muktananda, to Nityananda, to the Divine Feminine who had blessed us all. And she played and sang, Amazing Grace, and we all joined her – 500 strong and the whole dining hall, too. i bet there was not a dry eye in the house.

When we got to the line, “I was blind, but now I see,,” Malti (now Swami Chidvilasananda who succeeded Muktananda), whispered in Baba’s ear what the words meant, and he nodded and muttered happily, “Ah, yes, good, good.”


zero 07-19-2009 05:05 PM

MoJoRiSin 07-19-2009 05:48 PM

0=+ ?

Anna 07-20-2009 06:51 AM

"Always take hold of things by the smooth handle." -Jefferson

zero 07-20-2009 05:30 PM

Paul Muad'Dib:
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

MoJoRiSin 07-20-2009 08:10 PM

"Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions."

Anna 07-21-2009 11:57 PM

"A house divided against itself cannot stand." -Lincoln

zero 07-23-2009 02:46 PM

[Enter] CHORUS.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

MoJoRiSin 07-23-2009 09:27 PM

"One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."

12"razormix 07-24-2009 03:47 PM

beauty awakens the soul to act.

dante alighieri

zero 07-24-2009 04:25 PM

i have been here before,
but when or how i cannot tell:
i know the grass beyond the door,
the sweet keen smell,
the sighing sound, the lights around the shore..

- dante gabriel rossetti

MoJoRiSin 07-24-2009 04:47 PM

The poem is written in the first person,
and tells of Dante's journey through the three realms of the dead,
lasting from the night before Good Friday to the Wednesday after Easter
in the spring of 1300.
The Roman poet Virgil guides him through Hell and Purgatory;
Beatrice, Dante's ideal woman, guides him through Heaven.
Beatrice was a Florentine woman
whom he had met in childhood
and admired from afar
in the mode of the then-fashionable
courtly love tradition
which is highlighted in Dante's earlier work
La Vita Nuova.

12"razormix 07-25-2009 05:33 PM

the guide and i into that hidden road
now entered, to return to the bright world
and without care of having any rest
we mounted up, he first and i the second
till i beheld through a round aperture
some of the beauteous things that heaven doth bear
thence we came forth to rebehold the stars

dante alighieri

MoJoRiSin 07-25-2009 08:14 PM

"She doesn't even know i exist"
a: "Hit her over the head with a stick that usually works"
here =>

zero 07-26-2009 03:28 PM

HANK: Just remember to clamp your butt-joint.
BOBBY: (laughs)
HANK: Oh. I get it.
BOBBY: I'm sorry, Dad, I just...
HANK: No, it's okay, joke's on me, you're right: you should use a mitre-joint there. That will look better.
BOBBY: Than a...?
HANK: Butt-joint.

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