Yuppie Turn Yogi

That De Javu Feeling

I couldn't explain. But I felt a familiarity and very much at home at Mt Abu. I was never a religious nor a spiritual person to begin with. I was brought up in a mission school and very exposed to biblical classes and hyms of praise. I was never devouted as I somehow just could not open the door of my heart to God back then. I suppose I was not ready though deep down I knew one day I just had to because He revealed Himself to me a few times in my earlier days as a student. At Mt Abu, He orchestrated everything the way it was because I actually seek for Him this time round. Everything I seek for was answered so I simply just be and received.

I was not one for sure to sit still for more than five minutes. Silence drove my yuppie conciousness crazy! Part of the workshop and the talks touches on the topic of silence and meditation. I had gone through a course before earlier in the year on Raja Yoga (very innocently - how I got myself into it, is another story) thought I got away with it but there must be a reason why I had to come to face with this topic and lesson again. Being in Mt Abu, there was simply no distraction to bring me away from facing this reality. Besides, miraculously, situation had it that I felt I just had to try. The atmosphere and meditation guide made it conducive to just try. I suppose when the student is ready the teacher appears. The Teacher got smart this time round and He roped in several instruments to help get me there.

The feeling of De Javu when I feel the sense of familiarity with three of the hosts. It was as if I met them somewhere before. And as a matter of fact, a few months later, my encounters with them confirms the feeling I had. It was as if instinctly I already knew I would have further close encounters with them. Prior to my adventure, I had never had any contacts with them nor read about them. Strangely I could just pick them up amongst so many of them - strangely, they came from the same cluster - all stayed in London. I could not understand but does it matter anymore?

The Day I Experienced LOVE

We took a bus ride from Gyan Sayrovar to Mahduban to meet the Administrative Head of the Brahma Kumaris. Dadi Prakasmani (fondly known as Dadiji) welcomes us at a hall with a gathering of over two hundred delegates from more than forty countries. I was one of them.

When Dadiji came on stage, everyone stood up to welcome her. I felt "something" I could not understand but I certainly knew I felt "something". It soon came upon me that I felt the same feeling I had as a little girl of about one to two years lying on my mother's lap drinking milk from a bottle. That was a feeling of motherly love. Very secured feeling. The kind of love where there is no expectations. The kind that left me feeling at peace with everything around me.

The arrow of Pure Love struck me there and then in the presence with Dadiji in an October evening in Mt Abu. I was simply mersmerised. My fellow travellers noticed through my body language, my facial expression - they noticed that I just become "different". I knew for sure I felt different. I experienced LOVE.

(Dadiji was close to ninety years of age, she was angelic in appearance. She had been a yogi for many decades and co-led the organization since 1969.)

Nothing Is Coincidental

Before, I never even thought about it. Now, I truely believe that everything is guided by a Greater Force. Everything - every millisecond is accurately orchestrated.

It is unbelievable how when one is ready to receive (of course you first got to seek, then wait then receive ... you need to patiently wait because otherwise in impatience you won't even realise what you seek is there and waiting for you!) ok, pause ... just chew on this first ... it is my recent realization.