| "I am cleaning my bathroom. Scrubbing. It is a dreary Brooklyn fall day, 1995. I fulfill my obligation. Suddenly, my body is infused with a feeling that is impossible to describe. I fall to my knees, crying. I know in an instant that Mother Meera has enabled me to feel this way. She has lifted a veil allowing me to connect with my soul. I repeatedly whisper "thank you, thank you, thank you." Words approach my feeling. I am speechless.
Unconditional love. For 10 years, I attended a group that sat before a master teacher. Early in 1995, friends in this group told me about Mother Meera. They suggested I read a New York Times article about her. After reading it, I assured myself that I was not interested in this so-called Avatar. The article revealed a devotee gone over the hill. He was besotted. No guru for me! Didn't believe in it." |
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