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| Amma, Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi |
The events that led up to now, began just over six months
ago, on November 17th, when I took a road trip to San Ramon, California,
for the purpose of meeting Amma, a humanitarian, who gave hundreds of millions
of dollars to feed, housed and educate India’s poor and most vulnerable
people. She is known as the
hugging saint, who has hugged and console, literary millions of people from
every walk of life, all over the world.
This saintly India woman, dressed in white, traditional India women’s
clothes, known as a sari, with a white veil partially covering her head, had
previous visiting me in a dream, placing her hands on my heart chakra. This was
the start of my healing process, which cause me to cried out in the middle of
the night.
Ok, wait! How did I get to this point? I’ll try to make this short and precise
as possible. In early 2012, I got
to know a husband and wife healing team, from a small Oregon coastal town,
Neskowin, Oregon. Gary and Sharon
Morris, previous acquitted from the Alice Street Spiritualist church in 2005. Gary and Sharon met their Guru, Amma in
late 2003, were married and their names change by Amma in 2005. I know them as Chidambaran and Shuba. I had the desire to move to the next
level of my evaluation phase in 2013, but they’re no spiritual healers in the
Portland area I resonated with.
One night, in a dream, I heard the names, Chidambaran and Shuba. In the morning, I got on the computer
and went to their website, Accelerated Awakenings, and there I found out they
conduct a weekend workshop, called Night Of Transformation. It took me four months to find my way
from my home in Tualatin to their cabin in Neskowin. I believe the delay in the timing was for my benefit, thus
the Universe has a way of knowing when you are ready or not. By July 2013, I finally found myself in
their Puja room, with the emotion of anger in my body being release through my
mouth. “Shit! This is intense.” Was my statement, as
the first session came to a close.
Feelings of inadequacy and living with cerebral palsy dominated my
second session. Screaming at the
top my lungs was not my idea of fun.
But, it seems to release the heaviness around my heart. When I left their cabin in
Neskowin, the thought enter my mind, “You’re not done.” Ok, I shrub my shoulders and went
home. I noticed their home was
covered with portraits of their guru, an India woman, dressed in white garb
wearing a golden nose ring, and a rather large red dot painted in the center of
her forehead. A smaller gold dot
partially covered the red dot, wondering what the significance was. Is this the same India woman who came
to Seattle in the month of May, year after year?
In October 2013, I returned
to the Neskowin cabin in hope for relief from many years of deep seeded
rage. Buried so deeply in my
emotional body, Chidambaran and Shuba did everything they can to get me to feel
in my heart. But nothing was
coming forth, no tears, no emotion, nothing. Thinking there was nothing to cry about, I went to bed. After a few hours of restless sleep, I
finally fell into a dream state, where the India Woman from the portraits around their
cabin, appeared from out of no where, standing some ten feet in front of me,
she raised her arms towards me as she started to approach me. Her soft hands made contact with the
center of my chest. A feeling of
soothing of love momentary penetrated my torso. A loud, uncontrollable wail escapes my mouth disturbing the
cabin. Minutes later, Shuba comes running into the bedroom where I was
sleeping. Still wailing., Shuba
grabs on to my shaking body and tried to console me in my sobbing. After a few more minutes of sobbing, I
was consolable enough to explain about the India woman in my dream. Shuba laughed with tears of joy. “It was Amma! She opened your heart.”
I was absolutely intrigue by the power of this India woman to
healed emotional trauma. My heart
felt lighter than it had in years, almost child-like, without a worry in the world. So many questions flooded my mind about this India woman I
had to know. I learned my new
found friends were planning a road trip to the bay area in November to see
their guru, the very same India woman who opened my heart. I was told, she would be in Seattle in
May and that trip would be easier on me.
I was impatient and I
wanted my answers ASAP. The money
to go on the California road trip was already in my bank account. It was a matter of waiting for her
beckon call. A week before the
retreat registration money was due, I felt her tug on my heart and knew it was
her calling me to her Ashram in San Ramon, California.
This is only the beginning of the story... There's more to come... Plus original poetry.
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