Light of Love – Sahaja Yoga Meditation Newsletter

News, events and articles about Sahaja Yoga meditation worldwide

Welcome to Light of Love

This newsletter contains interesting and useful information about Sahaja Yoga meditation. Sahaja Yoga was founded by Shri Mataji, a great spiritual leader of our times.

'Whole life should be a light; light of love, light of Divinity, light of beauty.' Shri Mataji, 1992

A beautiful daughter, beachside home, family and friends close by, a well-paid, part-time job within walking distance of home and a great social life that came with free babysitters – that was my life before I came to Sahaja Yoga. Compared with our previous home, a small cramped house in inner Sydney, I felt as though I was on a permanent holiday. However, I kept yearning for something else. I described it once as wanting to find my spirit’s home.

When I told a friend about this yearning she brought me the local paper to show me an advertisement about a Sahaja Yoga program, complete with Indian music, food and meditation. It was a four-week course at a library in a nearby suburb and it was free. It sounded great and I told my friend that I would go.

I was not a “new age” person and knew nothing about the Kundalini or self-realisation. I did, however, have dreams from time to time that were premonitions. These dreams always left me with a strong awareness of their message when I awoke.

I had a strict deadline at work and, as usual, was behind schedule. So, the day before the program I decided not to go. However, that night I had one of those dreams. I dreamed I was at the library walking around with a pile of books in my arms. I came to a doorway and looked in. There were two men standing in the room getting ready for the Sahaja Yoga program. I kept walking. When I passed the room a second time, the two men approached me and asked if I was going to the program. I said that I couldn’t because I was too busy. One of the men smiled at me and said, “What a shame! Because you think you are so busy, you will miss out, and this is just for you. It is what you are looking for.” When I awoke the next morning, I remembered the dream and knew that I had to go to the program.

As I got there, I was puffing away on the last of my daily packet of cigarettes.

When I walked in, I was dumbstruck. The room was exactly as it had appeared in my dream and, amazingly, two of the men present were the same ones who had approached me in my dream!

When the presenter was explaining the process of self-realisation, I found it very difficult to believe and decided to leave. However, as I was about to leave, a video began. It was Shri Mataji. I couldn’t take my eyes from Her, and Her opening words captured my attention. She asked us to keep an open mind like a scientist and to see for ourselves how it works. I decided to listen. Every word that Shri Mataji uttered, provided the missing pieces of the jigsaw that formed my life. I hung on Her every word.

Before I knew it, I was doing exactly as I was told to get my realization. When I held my palm over the top of my head, I felt the cool breeze that I had scoffed at in the beginning. It was there! I felt transformed, but I didn’t realise the magnitude of this transformation until later, when I realised I had forgotten to buy my essential packet of cigarettes.

I saw another friend on the way home who exclaimed, “Whatever you’ve had, I want a ton of it! Look at your eyes! You look amazing!”

Unused to such a greeting, I mumbled something about a wonderful meditation program and raced home to see for myself. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that I had a glow and my eyes were sparkling. My whole face looked softer. I had changed! My spirit had come home.

I continued to meditate and, before I knew it, nights on the town, alcohol and smoking were replaced with peace, joy and an amazing feeling of contentment. I am forever grateful to Shri Mataji for finding me.

LB

Shri MatajiWhen you meditate, try not to … make some sort of a function out of it. No. Meditation is something silencing yourself, silencing your thoughts and the going to that deep ocean which is within you…

But supposing you don’t do that; if you don’t meditate, I can make out immediately those who are meditating and those who are not – it’s not difficult for me. Those who do not meditate are always hesitating; they are confused; they can’t understand.

And that’s why meditation is the most important thing in Sahaj Yoga. Just like a light burns, in the electricity flowing in it, you can say, or … because of the candles, in the same way meditation is a continuous availability of the Divine force.

Shri Mataji, 2002

                                             

Willoughby Council in Sydney have asked Graham Brown to participate in their annual “Artists Weekend”.

This year Graham will be showing five small paintings at the Northbridge School of Visual Arts, 307 Sailors Bay Road, Northbridge. They will be on display only on Saturday 11 November and Sunday 12 November between 11.00 am and 4.00 pm.

The paintings can also be seen on the website http://www.iriscroll.com/.

The benefits that Sahaja Yoga brings to our lives are infinite. Vibrations are not just there when we meditate; they are there every second of our lives, just waiting for us to let them help if we shut off our thoughts long enough for them to be heard.

When teaching a class of thirty boisterous Year Four children, I found that it was often difficult to remember this. The class was particularly challenging as it had more than its fair share of strong personalities. Two children had been diagnosed with behavioural disorders and one child suffered from a form of autism known as Aspergers Syndrome. However, one day that all changed.

I was having a hectic time with my class. We had just finished sport and we were awaiting the much-anticipated shopping spree at our P & C Mothers’ Day stall. The children were bouncing off the walls, and all I could do was think of how much I wanted to meditate.

This was the moment that I remembered I had vibratory help, literally at hand. So, I wrestled to get into thoughtless awareness. As I did this I remembered that relaxation techniques, although rarely taught, were a part of the Physical Education and Personal Development curriculum. The class could learn to use meditation to relax!

I managed to settle my class down and then told them that I understood that they were very excited and that probably their heads felt as though they were ready to explode with thoughts about the stall. What will I buy? What will be there? Will there be anything left? Is it our turn next? Or maybe there were thoughts about what just happened at sport. On top of it all, I dared to sympathise, they had a bossy teacher telling them what to do! The class smiled in agreement. They also agreed to try a way of helping them to relax and feel better.

I didn’t explain a thing. I didn’t talk about what would happen. I didn’t use the words, “cool breeze”, “Kundalini” or even “meditation”. I simply asked them to sit comfortably and copy me.

I sat for meditation with palms upturned. I began to move my right hand slowly upwards in front of me until it reached the top of my head and lightly touched the centre of the fontanel area. Thirty pairs of eyes all watched, and thirty hands all did as I did. We did this a number of times. Then we held the right hand above the tops of our heads, as we do in Sahaja Yoga to feel the Kundalini. I didn’t even so much as hint that they would feel anything.

After a few seconds, I lowered my hand back onto my lap and asked them to close their eyes. Every eye shut. They were meditating! The room was completely silent, and the meditation that I was having was incredible. The whole atmosphere had changed.

It was difficult to stop my own meditation, but it occurred to me that I should ask them to write down their experiences, if they had any and only if they wanted. I quietly got out some paper as I told them to open their eyes.

When I looked at them, they were all glowing. Stunned, I asked them to put up their hands if they felt different from when we started. The entire class put up their hands. I asked if they felt anything above the tops of their heads. I will always remember the smiling, nodding faces of the “cool” girls up the back. I told them that if they wanted to, they could write down what they felt, and began to hand out the writing paper. Each child wrote.

By the time they had finished, it was our class’s turn to go to the Mothers’ Day stall. My usually rowdy class quietly left the room and enjoyed a successful shopping experience.

Later, I read their descriptions of how they felt. If I had any doubt about whether or not they had truly gotten their realization, they were immediately removed as I read comments such as, “I felt as light as a feather,” “It felt cool,” and “I loved it”.

The one that moved me the most lacked any poetic description, but it was full of meaning. It said, “I felt normal”. It was written by the boy with Aspergers.

LB

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