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 TaoGodHer, but 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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