This other dimension

It is Navaratri Puja 2009, on one of the nine nights and many people from the hosting countries are gathered in the meditation room underneath Mother’s apartments. There is discussion and confusion about who goes into Shri Mataji to perform a small puja; rubbing perfume on Her feet and offering flowers. Somehow I am one of those called in. We wait for a long time in Shri Mataji’s dining room. There are lots of people and there seems to be confusion and at the same time deep peace, mighty peace. The waiting is so full of awe, vibrations, peace and power. How to describe such a time, waiting outside the room of the Goddess when there seems so much going on; discussion and confusion as well as peace and awe? We are from the UK, Cyprus, Greece, Israel and I don’t remember the others. The mixture of countries in the mighty rooms gets beautiful waves of Divine vibrations going through, washing away differences and illusions.
Then we are called through. So quickly we are ushered in and out. A girl from Cyprus and I put some perfume on Shri Mataji’s Feet with cotton wool. I remember those times of finding it so strange and difficult to see Shri Mataji with Her face so seemingly unresponsive after all those years She shared Her Almighty Divine personality with us. As I leave the room, though, I know I am full of vibrations like I have never been before. I cannot contain them. I cannot talk to anyone. I have to find a space to sit and be in this other dimension I am in. I find the meditation room empty now. There I sit. All the places I have been recently, I remember Sierra Leone being one of them, are all one inside me and filling up with these trillions of vibrations contained within me. I feel myself swimming in joy and infinity as all those vibrations get dissipated and shared out to those places and people. After an hour or so I am back to where I was, little me, with vibrations I can contain now. Beautiful. I know Shri Mataji is as She ever was and I am so grateful to have been able to be in that.

Sarah Saatzer

 


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