God Incarnate (and Amma)

Waiting For A Miracle

Waiting For A Miracle

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June 20, 2015 5:09 PM

An absolutely amazing thing happened to me today. I went to see Amma.

But that’s not the amazing part.

This morning, I broke camp and put Leona Lewis’ I See You on repeat (as I often do when I want to drive in God) and headed down to see Amma. Normally I listen to this song as if I am singing the words to TaoGodHerbut this time, I imagined it as if it were TaoGodHer singing the words to me. Wonderful! Beautiful! Suddenly the boundaries between She and I became almost ethereal.

I don’t know if it was listening to the song in this new way, or the insight into the Mystic’s Dilemma I had earlier this week, or what it was, but something amazing happened six hours later.

I arrived at the Amma event at 7:30 in the morning, received a token with a group number on it, O-3, wandered about looking at the merchandise, chatted with a few of the at least 2000 darshan-ites (people waiting to be hugged/blessed by Amma) and blissfully meditated while listening to some wonderful sanskrit chanting. During the chanting, I felt first an opening at the third eye, then that moved upward toward my crown. I love listening to chanting.

It wasn’t until about 2:30 that our group number came up (Amma had been hugging continuously since 11:30). So I wandered up to the queue seats and let everyone else in my group go before me (that’s just the way I am).

The way the queue seats work is that there are two chairs side-by-side forming two columns of about 10 rows. You sit in your chair and when the person in front of you moves up a chair, you stand up and move forward to the next chair.

What happens is you sit down, then about a minute later the person sitting next to you moves forward and a new person sits next to you. About a minute after that, the spot opens up in front of you and you move forward. So you end up alternating between two seat-mates: You’re sitting next to A, then your sitting next to B, then A, then B, ….

There’s a reason why I’m explaining this.

So here’s the scene: I’ve been waiting to receive darshan from Amma all morning and part of the afternoon. My group number is called and I move up to the queue chairs and let everyone go ahead of me. Just then, a beautiful blonde woman—late thirties and dressed kind of hippy-chickish (I like that)—steps up next me and asks if I’m one of the token holders. I pull out my token and show her my O-3 token and she leans in, shoulder to shoulder as if we’ve known each other for years and holds her O-3 token right next to mine in an oddly intimate manner. So I let her go ahead of me and no one else shows up behind me and I sit down next to her.

For whatever reason, my column moved forward out of turn, so my experience went like this: I move forward and sit next to army guy. He moves forward and pretty blonde sits down next to me, connects somehow (jokes, smiles, points something out in the room to me, …), then army guy, then beautiful blonde woman and she initiates some pleasantry, then army guy, and this cycle repeats until just before the front row (literally, one seat before the front row) when the beautiful blonde hippy-chickish woman who has been unusually intimate with me-the-complete-stranger smiles and leans in seductively and whispers in my ear, “Enjoy yourself,” and walks away.

No explanation, no friend came up and said, “Hey, join up with us back here.” No reason. She just smiles, whispers in my ear, “Enjoy yourself,” and “poof” she was gone.

Because she had the same group number I had, she had been waiting around just as long as I had waited (six hours!), and then, right before the whole reason for being there was about to manifest (get darshan from Amma), “poof,” she’s gone.

As I was getting my hug, as I was engulfed in darkness while Amma pressed my face into her ample bosom and softly recited a blessing in sanskrit, all I could think about was that I had just met God Herself—God incarnate as a beautiful blonde woman who acted as if she’d known me all my life.

My mind still hasn’t fully grasped the implications of this. This rates right up there with the Three Owls.

Thank-you. I am so grateful. I don’t know your name—I don’t know where you went to (I looked)—but I know who you are.

I think I’m still in shock.

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7 thoughts on “God Incarnate (and Amma)

  1. No words are coming to express how blessed your were…as I was reading I thought of an experience that was similar to yours…thank you so much for sharing this and allowing me to re-experience thru you.

    Another experience I gratefully attended was the Author who wrote AMMA’s biography. A week long silent retreat. Judith Cronell showed a video of her in one of her events. Just that brought tears


  2. Wayne, your Amma experience is wonderful. I’ve been reading your ebooks, preparing myself to ask you for a Skype session, and wondering actually how to think about that. But in view of your blog post, I want to share with you my own story of meeting Amma. It happened 20 years ago! I am now 78 years old. I saved a copy of an email I sent to an online acquaintance about two years after the experience. Here is part of it:

    In 1996, at age 58, I was running a 120-bed county nursing home in northeast Kansas. One day I happened to read something about an extraordinary female Indian “saint”, Mata Amritanandamayi, known as Amma, who had an ashram in this country and would make her annual visit in November. I suddenly thought, “Maybe I’ll just go check her out”. Never having met any guru, much less saint, I thought it would be interesting to observe this phenomenon first hand. My interest in such matters, to the small extent that I shared it with anyone, was considered to be pretty eccentric. (You can’t be TOO eccentric and keep your job. Especially in Kansas.) I didn’t tell anyone what my trip was really about.

    Now you must understand that I am not a credulous sap. I’m a trained scientist with a Ph.D. program in experimental psychology under my belt, and a master – I thought – of dispassionate observation. So I’m just going to report the facts to you.

    As soon as I had decided to try to go see Amma, odd things began to happen. Almost immediately the exact amount of money I would need for the trip materialized. I was given time off from work. Someone volunteered to take care of my cats. I booked a flight to Oakland and reserved a room near Amma’s ashram in San Ramon. Rented a car. It was all ridiculously easy. I found myself feeling light, breezy and totally unworried about anything.

    Then, almost as if I had been “beamed down” from a space ship, I was walking up to the door of Amma’s temple. A small, dark golden brown, plump, sweet-faced woman in a white sari was giving darshan – a gentle embrace – at the front of the crowded but not noisy hall. There were all kinds of people, young and old, moms with babies, ashramites, swamis, guys with dreadlocks and guys in suits, women in saris and women in jeans, people in wheelchairs. The ambient light was warm and soft. I sat down on a chair in back in order carefully to “observe” Amma.

    About four hours later it occurred to me to move. The scene was essentially unchanged. I had become immersed, to my utter astonishment, in a kind of palpable timeless radiance which permeated everything, and in which all seemed to “live and move and have being”. I was transfixed by this -what to call it? – Presence? The sense of time had stopped even though I was clearly aware of activity around me. Finally I slowly made my way back to my car and to my hotel room. The car seemed to be driving itself.

    It was a strange night: a feeling of deep peace alternated with intellectual dumbfoundment, the mind wildly trying to make “sense” out of what I was experiencing. The next day there was still present a subtle “intoxication” (no good word for that) as I went back for darshan. After kneeling and embracing Amma, who held me to her bosom and whispered “My daughter, My daughter”, I told her “I love you” with tears streaming down my face. Her eyes were deep and beyond beautiful. Upon arising, I was almost too unsteady to stand, and was helped to a nearby chair. Others were apparently in a similar condition. .

    The weekend continued and I remained immersed in this dizzy atmosphere of palpable love – a love which was impersonal, yet strangely intimate. Several little “synchronicities” occurred. People I met told wonderful stories of amazing experiences with Amma. There was a spiritual talk, glorious chanting, and finally a beautiful ritual, puja, in which water blessed by Amma was distributed. That night, back at the hotel, I transferred my “holy water” to a Coke bottle to take home. By that time I was totally besotted with love for EVERYTHING, and was speaking affectionately to the bottle: “By God, you’re a lucky bottle…”

    My consciousness was in an altered state for more than three weeks. Tears came whenever I thought of Amma. Finally it all faded away. But the sense of being fundamentally connected lovingly with everyone and everything remains.

    • That’s fascinating! Thanks so much for sharing, Serena. Amma is right about to come to my area (Illinois) next week, and I find it amazingly coincidental that you, Wayne, and others are suddenly talking about her, especially since I didn’t even know she had an ashram right next door (in the neighboring town) until like 2 months ago…. And never even heard of her prior to last year! I can’t wait to see her.

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