A few weeks after my realisation in 1980 I went to see a certain friend, because of all my friends I thought she was the deepest seeker. I spoke for a while but didn’t mention Shri Mataji.
‘Ever since you walked in I’ve been feeling this cool wind all around me,’ she said. So I dashed out to the car and got a photo of Shri Mataji and set her in front of it and she had such a strong experience, but she never came to Sahaja Yoga. The next year, 1981, when Shri Mataji came to Australia I desired so much that this friend should come and meet Shri Mataji, but she didn’t.
However, Sir CP was staying overnight in Melbourne and I was invited to accompany Shri Mataji there, so She could spend some time with him. We were the last people to get on the plane, and as we made our way onto the plane, there was my friend on the very same flight. On landing in Melbourne we met Sir CP and I went off. On the way out of the airport I happened to meet my friend.
‘Was that Shri Mataji that you were with on the plane?’ she said. Before I could answer, Shri Mataji was standing beside me.
‘This is my friend, Shri Mataji,’ I said. Shri Mataji lent forward, shook her by the hand, and then She was just gone.
On that occasion, we were going through the airport and passing the perfumes, and She asked me which one She should buy. I didn’t know what to say.
‘I don’t need to buy any, as I made all the fragrances, you know,’ She whispered to me.
Sarah Frankcombe