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A short excerpt from For Want of Wonders

Alan Wherry

ANGELS

In school they taught us about guardian angels. God is a busy guy, they more or less said. He can't hear all the prayers that are sent his way. The smart Christian should also pray to a few saints. Going travelling, pray to Christopher. Lost something, Anthony will help. Or maybe your namesake is a good route to take — if your name is George, Saint George will look after you if he isn't too busy with dragons and such. A sure bet is to send a prayer to the Virgin Mary — another tip they told us. I suppose the thinking was that Jesus will always listen to his mother and she has the time to listen to you. 

All this is not much different than Indians asking Shri Ganesha to remove the obstacles, Hanuman to quicken the journey or Shri Lakshmi to loosen the purse strings. There are different department for different kinds of requests.

Heaven is a busy place — so many Christians with so much to talk about — so many problems offered, so many solutions needed. If you've got a problem, you don't want to always get a busy signal or to be put on hold. "All our representatives are busy right now, we will be with you as soon as we can." So they had a good solution to deal with this backlog: guardian angels. Each person, every God-loving Christian boy and girl, had their own personalized angel, a guardian to monitor the situation daily, hourly if need be, on call, on the watch, making sure the road was smooth, no pitfalls, no pot-holes, ready to change a tire or redirect traffic.

I don't think I had a guardian angel. It's more likely I had many. There were a series of people who took me into their care, under their wings of protection. They guided me until it was time for me to move on. My mother was the first. She introduced me to this strange world. She held my hand and explained its workings. Patel and Sharma played their parts as well, with a gentle guiding wisdom. While my school teachers set limits, Sat showed me the tricks. If a teacher said, "Here is a fence," Sat showed me how to jump.

Rusty was now my new guardian. He saw in me both a friend and a brother. He watched out for me, showed me the ropes, as he called it. I decided that the best way to repay him was to look after for him as well. Angels also need help sometimes.

Beethoven's Birthday by Réamann ó Gormáin

Alan Wherry

In 1968, at the age of seven, I began piano lessons in my hometown of Derry in the North of Ireland. Against the backdrop of the burgeoning Civil Rights movement and the events that followed, I would be transported, albeit temporarily, each Wednesday and Friday afternoon to the musty cocoon of an old-fashioned terrace house, where under the gentle encouraging supervision of Mr Donnelly, I learned to play the music of the great classical composers.

A bachelor in his late thirties, Donnelly shared the modest abode with an elderly uncle, who himself had been a celebrated pianist. Donnelly was of sallow complexion, with a long drawn, intelligent face and a prominent oversized shiny dome-shaped head that dwarfed the rest of his rather delicate frame. Singularly white, almost feminine hands showcased a set of remarkably long bony elegant fingers.

In a short space of time I had made significant progress in my learning. He effortlessly instilled in me the necessary stylistic techniques and disciplines, as well as communicating a genuine and heartfelt passion for the music that he had chosen to teach as his life’s work. My mother would comment that he never seemed to care much about payment and on occasions his dedication to his beloved muse would spill over into various eccentricities. Often while demonstrating a certain passage of music, he would unselfconsciously lose himself in his playing, eyes rolling dramatically and oblivious to the small and innocent presence by his side. I perceived nothing sinister in this scenario, concentrating instead on absorbing and replicating as precisely as possible the dextrous and masterful style of my mentor. The composer who Mr Donnelly adored most was Ludwig van Beethoven. Therefore it should have come as no surprise to me that on arriving one bitterly cold autumn day for what turned out to be my final lesson, Donnelly had purchased a cake and decorated it with coloured candles; to celebrate the birthday of the illustrious German maestro. Excitedly he lit the candles and as he did so his eyes appeared to fill with light, an effect that contrasted markedly with his habitual unhealthy pallor. Tea was served to compliment the cake in fine antique bone-china cups and he sat opposite me saying little as was his norm. A simple child-like smile fixed itself contentedly on his lips and he stared into the distance as if reminded of a particular fond yet far away memory.

Upon emerging from this brief reverie, the lesson itself began in earnest. I moved to my place at the piano and Mr Donnelly to his, standing directly behind me and gently touching my shoulders to coax the music from me in his usual supportive manner. I was playing a particular composition when all at once I began to experience a sensation of dread. My concentration began to waver and my hands suddenly lost all co-ordination. Though I stared at the music in a vain attempt to regain my place, the crochets and quavers on the page now took on the appearance of black ink spots and lines whose meaning or significance I could no longer discern. Without turning round I sensed that something was seriously amiss. I could no longer feel my teacher’s touch on my shoulders and the room seemed charged with a malevolent presence. In slow motion I began to swivel round in my seat when it happened. Without warning I crashed headlong into the black and white keys that resounded with a most ghoulish, inhuman discord. I was pinned down between the dead weight of Mr Donnelly and the piano. The chord lingered menacingly in the air. I felt sick to my stomach, and for what then seemed like an eternity I moved not a muscle. Sheer terror invaded every fibre of my being. I shut my eyes tight and tried to black out everything. Instead my young mind raced in a thousand different directions, and it seemed as if millions of gigantic flashbulbs were going off all at once in my head. My heart was accelerating out of control and I imagined its constant pummelling forcing a hole through my chest whereupon it would splatter bloodily onto the floor. I began to shake in such unspeakable fear. The oppressive, inert mass on top of me began to undulate lifelessly, in imitation of my own movements. For what seemed like hours, I endured this stifling, claustrophobic position. I blocked everything out except the incessant, magnified tick-tock of the clock on Donnelly’s mantelpiece.

Gradually I managed to regain my composure and summoned the courage to break free and wriggle out from Donnelly’s unknowing hold and bolted straight for the door. Without looking back I was through the hallway and into the street whereupon I made straight for the park opposite his house. Though it was now dark, I ran through the damp overgrown grass, caring little for any possible new danger, until my small legs could carry me no further. I finally stopped, spluttering, coughing until my throat was red-raw. Desperately I tried to catch my breath and when my heartbeat finally slowed, I became aware for the first time of being outdoors and all at once the cold sharp air made me shiver and my ears sting. Though the experience was still vividly fresh in my impressionable mind, part of me already had began the process of banishing it to the furthest recesses of my mind. I resolved silently to keep what had happened to myself and began the journey home, my steps calm and determined. The cold and dark now in my favour, all thoughts of Donnelly erased.

For weeks afterwards I went to the park every Wednesday and Friday. When I grew tired of going to the park, I told my parents that Donnelly had gone to Donegal on holiday. That was accepted without question. I wouldn't have to lie anymore.

The following month however, my mother met him in town. She enquired if he had enjoyed his vacation. "Mrs. ó Gormáin", he replied, "I have never been outside Derry in my life. A while back, I had a severe epileptic attack during your son's lesson and I haven't seen or heard from him since."

 

 

25.09.14

I hereby authorize, approve and give permission to ALAN WHERRY to freely publish my short story “Beethoven’s Birthday” on his website. 

After all he is the person who inspired me to write it up in the first place!

Sincerely and with so much love and gratitude,

Raymond Gorman aka Réamann ó Gormáin

How to say, "I am the One, who is," in Russian

Alan Wherry

Lioudmila, my wife thought that to the average Russian speaker - "Я тот кто есть  Всевышний" - might convey a little more of the meaning. However, Yuriy Dobrovolsky, the best translator I have encountered said, "This may be one of many meanings. In the reverse translation Lioudmila's variant means: "I am the One who is the Most High." But I feel it should mean: "I am the One who exists." In Russian it corresponds in a brief form: "Я Тот , кто есть". Or in a more deployed form: "Я Тот, кто существует".

That interpretation is rather close to the context of the third paragraph of Grégoire de Kalbermatten's talk in Thailand on the occasion of Buddha Puja 2014."

I Am the One Who Is

Alan Wherry

Grégoire de Kalbermatten

We have come here to rise and this afternoon we are going to celebrate Lord Buddha. So we have to ask ourselves, how will Buddha, Lord Buddha help us to rise? Lord Buddha is the manifestation of the Adi Ahamkarar, the Ego of God. What does it mean?

With us, the ego is something which keeps us limited, which keeps us in the shell of the egg. And for God, it’s something else. Shri Mataji said it is easier for an ant to understand the human civilization than for a human being to understand God. So what can we understand of the Ego of God? So we cannot understand, we only can imagine. Our ego is complete illusion, is complete fantasy, is complete mythology.

The Ego of God is the complete contrary, because it is the complete reality. Because He is the only one in this universe and beyond who can say, ”I am the one who is.” Je sues ce lui qui est. Now when this fantastic infinite being which is the Adi Ahamkarar, when it came into a human being, what did it do? He was seeking, he was seeking because Siddhartha Gautama (sakya muni) was a seeker to begin with. And Shri Mataji, when She started a program, She said, "I bow to seekers of truth.” She didn’t say, "I bow to seekers of joy”, She didn’t say, "I bow to seekers of consciousness.”

Because there is something about truth which is essential, because this is what brings us from illusion to reality: is to seek the truth. Now, you may say,"That’ s fine, but we are Sahaja Yogis, we found the truth, so seeking the truth is not really for us anymore.” But it is not so. 

“Am I a Sahaja Yogi? What is the truth?” You see, if we have a passion for truth, then we are not cheating when we give an answer to these questions. And the Ego of God who came to us as Buddha asks us for the courage to seek the truth, the courage to dare the truth, and what is our truth?

So... "Am I a Sahaja Yogi?” Yes... no. Yes and no: this is the Leela. I am a Sahaja Yogi when I am in thoughtless awareness beyond the Agnya and when I am not beyond the Agnya, I am a human being.

Shri Mataji explained to us how Buddha got his realization. As you know, first he was a prince. Then he was an ascetic, he went from the right side. And then when he was completely tired, sitting under the banyan tree, and when he gave up everything, then the Shakti gave him his realization, and then he became the Shakta, the Enlightened One.

The Goddess was his mother, Maya, but she died when he was born, because being the Ego of God, he had to do it alone. Because it’s when he let go of everything that he got the enlightenment.

So for us, what we need to learn from him is emptiness. When we are full with our thoughts, we are empty of reality. When we are emptied of our thoughts, we are filled with reality. So crossing the Agnya is just the last lock, and because it is the last lock, it is the most difficult one.

So, from the life of Buddha , we learn a couple of best practices. First of all, he used the qualities of the right side to come to the center. One quality of course during the ascetic period of his life was he mastered discipline, so we Sahaja Yogis, we need to be disciplined. I am not very good at it myself, I must confess, because it’s my wife who prepares my foot soak bowl. But you can be better than me.

The other thing that Buddha showed us is to achieve is emptiness. We must have a passion for our own truth. Before Sahaja Yoga we seek the truth. Once we have it, once we are in Sahaja Yoga, we have to keep this passion for truth, to achieve what we really are. Because the Ego of God is about his identity—“I am”. It is a movement of manifestation of this “I am”. And for us, this “I am” is above the Agnya. Because we are take the atma from the heart to the Sahasrara thanks to kundalini.

Buddha said the roots of all the problems is desire, because desire takes us in a wrong direction. But we are yogis, so we can use that power of desire to take us in the right direction. So today, as we celebrate Shri Buddha Puja, our true desire should be, “Mother, let me manifest my true identity—who am I?” Because in this Leela of the divine, we are and we are not, at the same time. So when She bows to the seekers of truth, we are still seekers of manifesting our own truth, because when we manifest our own truth, then we are children of God.

If you are the children of the king of Thailand, it is a big thing: you are surrounded with a lot of respect. You could behave with dignity. The emperor of China was the Son of Heaven, but also he behaved as the son of the earth. We are children of the earth, but we are called upon to behave as the sons and the daughters of the heavens. Let us desire this. Let use our ego to dare this! Let us be children of Adi Shakti, because She gave us the permission. Let us not cheat ourselves by pretending we are when we are not. Sometimes I am the child of Adi Shakti, sometimes I am the child of my own illusions, which are in my mind. So best practice in SY is introspection, complete sincerity. Because Shri Mataji explained that when the Adi Kundalini was awakened in Nargol, humanity was not ready for it. But she decided to do it, because otherwise evil would have taken over the world.

So Buddha got his realization, we got our realization. Is it the same? Yes and no. Because when Buddha got his realization, he was ready. When we got our realization, we were not ready. Our chakras were not fully cleaned, our nadis were not fully open. So this is why we have some work to do after realization, not like Buddha.

So, are we the same as human beings? No, because human beings cannot do it; we can. They cannot transform without kundalini jagruti; we can transform because we got kundalini jagruti.

So, what we need now is passion: passion for our own truth, and passion for manifesting our own identity. And this means vertical yoga, this means going into our depth, this means developing the roots. Because if the tree pushes up the branches but doesn’t delevop the roots and the wind comes, the tree will fall.

And this happened in SY: many leaders that you see on the old pictures, walking next to Shri Mataji, they are no longer here. Because how are we going to spread SY if we are not yogis?How are we going to manifest the energy of love if in our daily life, we don’t love?

So introspection. We have the power to transform. It does not mean that we are using this power. The life of Buddha is here for us that we dare to use that power of transformation. And for us it is easier, because before Shri Mataji, the most that people could say would be "I am”, but with the advent of Maitreya, sakshat Shri Kalki, not only we can say, "I am”, but we can say, "We are,“ because when we are together, we know the power rises.

So this afternoon, we are having a puja for Shri Buddha, so let us pray to him that he blesses us that that we can cross the Agnya chakra to manifest our true identity.

In the same way that people have a true identity, countries also have a true identity. So for instance, Thailand is a country with a sense for grace and beauty. And by spiritually awakening the country, the Thai Sahaja Yogis are actually patriotic because they are manifesting these deeper subtler qualities of their country.

So, what are the deeper subtler qualities of China? We have two countries for the Agnya, two mighty, powerful countries: Russia, the sons of Luv, and China, the sons of Kush. If these countries don’t help us through the Agnya, we will go back to the 20th century. And you know the history of the 20th century? We had two world wars. Wars start with human stupidity and end in human misery. And wars always start in the egos of the leaders, nowhere else.

So for China, what are the deeper qualities of China so that China can help the world into Sahaja Yoga? There are three people who have fashioned the subtler identity of China. One is Lao-tse, one is Confucious, one is Buddha. Lao-tse is an incarnation of the Adi Guru who spoke about the leela, the leela of the guna, the play of the tunas. And Confucious spoke about balance, equilibrium and harmony in the governance of man. Because the play of the leela should end up in harmony, action-reaction-synthesis, and synthesis should be the harmony. And harmony is on the middle path. China is the empire of the middle, it is the middle path, it is Shri Vishnu’s path.

For instance, Mao Zedong, was a Taoist because he understood the play of the leela, action-reaction, but because the understanding was mental, he understood the play, but he could not play the play. Because if you understand divine law with a mental it’s very dangerous, we need to understand divine law from the Sahasrara. So Mao Zedong thought that the communist party was a state of harmony, and equilibrium, but you know it was not; so still China is looking to reconcile contradiction between a communist system and a capitalist economy. But the genius of China, because of Lao-tse, because of Confucious, and because of Buddha, the genius of China is to achieve balance on the middle path. This is the genius of China. And Chinese Sahaja Yogis are also patriotic, because they open the middle path. And Shri Mataji always saw this great potential of China, as She saw the beauty of Thailand, as She saw the greatness of America.

So we should, as children of God, we should dare to dream our dreams. We should dream that we can bring the kingdom of heaven on this earth, because this is our identity. This is what we are born for. Everything else, we are going to be blessed and protected, but we should first of all realize this dream by transforming ourselves. And this is what we are going to ask Shri Buddha during the puja, that we can transform to manifest our identity of children of God.

It's a big vision, because before, only the emperor was the Son of Heaven, and now we all are sons and daughters of heaven. So let us desire to be that, let us dare to be that. And let us introspect so that we don’t cheat ourselves. Then everything will be fine!

I think this is a good conclusion now.

Jai Shri Mataji

Thailand 2014