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| The Author, John Wilkinson, speaking with Shri Mataji |
The following are stories from the author about his experiences with Shri Mataji, the founder of Sahaja yoga, who was regarded by many as an incarnation of the Adi Shakti (Primordial Mother) The stories took place in Brompton Square during the early 1980s.
CURE FOR CANCER?
One day a young teenager was brought to Brompton Square by his mother and uncle. The boy had some kind of blood cancer and was very weak. The mother and uncle left and said they would return later. Shri Mataji started to work on the boy. Seeing me staining an ornate carved Indian screen nearby, She called me over to also work on him. By now She had the boy laying down, as being so weak, he had difficulty even sitting before Her. Shri Mataji would always ask us where a person was catching*, as if unaware, and with this boy, wherever I said I felt the problem, She chased the negativity around, by moving Her magical feet up and down his body. At first, I was feeling terrible heat and catches in my hands, in my head and moving all over the body. Gradually everything started to clear, and in a short space of time, the vibrations were blowing cool. It was an incredible experience.
When the boy’s mother returned to collect him, full of energy, he left the house with a typical teenager’s spring in his step.
ENJOYING HER OWN VIBRATIONS
Once there were two suitcases discovered. Both were locked, but there were no keys to be found. Shri Mataji asked that the cases be forced open. When the first case finally burst open, the case was full of Shri Mataji’s holy shoes and sandals. As you can imagine the vibrations were pouring out of the cases and Shri Mataji Herself was standing and enjoying Her vibrations. To those of us present, She said, if we liked any of Her shoes, we could take a pair. That was the best gift, but of course to be here on the earth at this time, to have seen Her, met Her, to have the opportunity to worship Her and to have received the impossible, our self-realisation, is the greatest gift. She is still giving to us every moment. I chose a very worn-out pair of maroon-coloured sandals, that She mentioned having worn all over India.
RUNNING UP THE STAIRS
One night, as Shri Mataji had encouraged us to stay up one night a week to improve our vibrations, we performed a havan in Chelsham Road. I was handed a book and asked to recite the thousand names of Lord Shiva. After the havan, I felt incredibly clear and went straight to Brompton Square to work. When I arrived, I felt very sensitive in my hands and with Shri Mataji before me, the cool vibrations were pouring into my hands. I have the habit of running upstairs and the next thing I knew, on coming to the stairs, Shri Mataji suddenly ran up them. Amazed, I said, ‘You are running’. She said, ‘when you people are light, I feel light, when you are heavy, I feel heavy’.
This next story, again in Brompton Square during the early 1980s is an example of pushing us
past our conditioning and thinking:
SHRI MATAJI’S CEILING, PLANNING AND CONDITIONING.
One day Shri Mataji asked me to fix a piece of ornate silk to the back of a mirror, and
to use wallpaper paste. On my mentioning that I didn’t ‘think’ that it would work with
wallpaper paste, She simply said, ‘just try’. I tried and it worked very nicely, and it went
from the back of a mirror, to applying beautiful, embroidered silk of different designs, to
covering whole rooms.
Shri Mataji’s bedroom was amazing, decorated with stunning purple embroidered silk,
beautifully framed with ornamental plasterwork. The colour of the ceiling changed many times.
Finally, She asked me to paint it again in a lighter shade of purple, that matched the silk on the walls.
I was ready to ask for help to move everything out, but to my surprise, She told me to
‘leave everything and just paint it’, not only that, Shri Mataji Herself was also going
to be in the room. I brought in a ladder, a sheet, paint, and paintbrush. Looking up at the ceiling,
I stood there working out in my mind, where to start, and to avoid the paint dripping on the
furniture, where I should place the sheet. At the prospect of painting the ceiling, with not
only the room full of furniture and ornaments, but also with Shri Mataji sitting on Her bed, my brain had
moved into ‘ramming speed!’ At one point I was working out where She was sitting, that I would
have to put the sheet around Her. My thinking was way out of control. Suddenly Shri Mataji snapped me
out of it, by asking ‘what are you doing?’ I answered that I was working out where to start.
Pointing to various parts of the ceiling, Shri Mataji said, ‘you can start here, you can start there,
you can start there, just start!’ I went up the ladder and started painting and painted the whole ceiling,
without getting a drop of paint on anything.
Extracted from: And Did Those Feet available on Amazon
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