The angel and the cup of tea

Amjad went into the café and sat down at a small square table . He felt tired , the old loneliness and emptiness had crept in again .
He ordered a cup of tea with milk , and waited . He looked at the people sitting at the bar , at the people coming in, at the people going out ; the head waiter talking to one of the other waiters . They were playing one of the songs from the latest CD of La Oreja de Van Gogh.
The waitress returned with his tea. She set the tea cup , the tea-pot and the milk down on the little table . As she put the tea-pot down on the table he thought he saw tiny little stars gently showering down on it from her hand . She smiled at him with understanding eyes , full of compassion , and said , “This will make you feel happy again ; I have vibrated it “ . Then she walked away .
Amjad poured the tea , added some milk and sugar and stired it absent mindedly. He picked up the cup and began to drink the tea. As soon as he drank the tea , he suddenly felt the amazing sensation of cool vibrations surging up his spinal cord and flowing out from the top of his head and above his head .The column of cool vibrations within him made him feel satisfied, complete , tranquil and happy. What the waitress had told him was true. It felt like when the Lady had given him the marbles of all the colours of the rainbow .

The waitress walked past and smiled a radiant smile . He looked up at her in gratitude .
“ Are you an angel ? “, he couldn’t help asking her . She smiled , looked down shyly , and nodded almost imperceptibly . Then she gave him another generous smile and walked away. There seemed to be something like a hallow of gentle white glow around her .
Amjad marvelled , she was very beautiful, but in a different way somehow; her beauty was uplifting , it was innocence , and he felt loved and looked after as if she were his sister . At that moment he heard a loud crash of thunder , and saw a flash of lightening outside in the square . Then he suddenly felt it : it was the sister quality he had never felt before ; he felt a sudden clearing in his left shoulder , a powerful surge of cool vibrations . There seemed to be an energy centre whirling on a horizontal plane at the base of his neck, on the left side . He felt a strong joyous feeling of relief, a strong clarity ; a feeling of strong , powerful , pure brotherly love toward a sister .

As he left the café , and walked out into the square, he looked up at the sky : there was a beautiful delicate rainbow under the dark greyish blue rain clouds.

The little boy left outside

Amjad was walking along the dull streets of the city borough, the sky was grey , he felt depressed . He passed by a house with loud, vibrant music coming out of it. He peered through the window , people were having a party , people dancing, people talking animatedly with drinks in their hands , beautiful girls, some serious, looking sophisticated, some rewarding the boys who were trying to entertain them with their appreciative smiles and laughter.

But Amjad hadn’t been invited …no-one ever invited him to parties like this , he was always an outsider ; he was poor , he wasn’t handsome , he had no powerful motorbike , no money,…he had nothing to offer , he didn’t even know how to talk about the things they liked to talk about ,….
He felt very lonely, very unwanted , unloved. He had never known his mother or his father ; he had no family ,no real friends …
He felt the loneliness and the insatisfaction within him ferment into envy , and the despair into anger ; anger that swelled into rage and hate ; anger that needed to be expressed somehow , to be noticed …
He picked up a stone and threw it with all his anger against a shop window full of expensive electronic equipment. The window smashed into a myriad of fragments, and a burglar alarm sent out a brain shattering electronic scream into the night .
Amjad’s anger turned into fear. He fled across the road blinded by panic.
Suddenly, a friendly voice called to him .He half saw , a familiar figure standing in a doorway, smiling down at him , it was Father Christmas ! His voice sounded mellow, gentle and reassuring. To Amjad’s surprise he didn’t reprimand him , but instead invited him to come in from the street into what seemed to be some kind of a store house. “I have a present for you”, said Father Christmas , “come with me” . He followed Father Christmas to the back of the store house , behind aisles of large boxes and bales . The atmosphere felt somehow very comforting , and he breathed in the reassuring the smells of wood and cloth, and cardboard packaging . Father Christmas had now sat down. His countenance seemed to be changing , he seemed much younger now , and yet still very wise , he felt like an older brother , grave , wise ,but with the freshness and the glow of joyous innocence of a little child . Father Christmas searched in his big bag of presents and took out a big red marble and placed in Anjad’s hand . As Anjad held it he could see it was more of a glowing dusty orange colour than exactly red, like the planet Mars, or like that amazing rock in the middle of Australia, called Ulurú, he had seen photos of .









As he looked at it, it started to change; it seemed to have become translucent , almost transparent , and inside he saw an orange red flower , it had four petals and it was very beautiful , he stared at it in wonder for a long time .It had made him go kind of silent within and all his anxiety had left him. He felt happy. Father Chrismas looked at him affectionately and told him to keep it very carefully , to not lose it . “So long as you keep it with you and take care of it , I will always be with you when you call my name. And you will always feel happy” , he said to Amjad. “ But what is your name ?”, asked Amjad . “My real name is Shri Ganesha ." And as Amjad gazed at him , he thought his face now looked somehow like that of a kind , gentle , wise elephant ; knowlegeable , old and young and the same time .



"Now come with me , I want you to meet my Mother , who is your Mother too. If you only knew , She has been waiting for you.“ As Shri Ganesha uttered these last words, he remembered the lines of a song he had once written a long time ago :

...On a still silent forest night ,

Of the Lady of the Moon ,

And she said ,

” please come soon ,

for here I have your tune,

if you only knew ,

it is meant for you"

…

He followed Shri Ganesha through a passage and into another room also full of packages and boxes , and suddenly in the mist of everything he saw sitting before him a beautiful lady , she had a very motherly appearance , she reminded him somehow of the Mona Lisa, she seemed to have this kind of dignity and presence; she seemed Indian, but at the same time she seemed from no particular race or nation ; she gestured for him to come closer , she smiled at him and showed him her open hands cupped together . In them he could see many marbles like the one Shri Ganesha had just given him , but these were all the colours of the rainbow. They all glowed with a beautiful light ,which couldn’t be anything else than the light of love . As he approached the Lady, he felt tremendous love emanating from her ; he felt a deep awe , and at the same time her comforting love made it easy for him to approach her . She gave him the marbles and told him all his problems would be solved. As he took them he felt a tremendous coolness in his hands and somehow showering from the top of his head too, and suddenly he was enveloped in a state of deep love and bliss , and joy like he had never felt in all his life. He knelt down in gratitude and awe, and thanked the Lady , but no words seemed to come out of his mouth , they seemed to just flow silently from his heart. She smiled at him reassuringly again, and told him he was welcome, that is was her gift to him, and then added “ Now promise me you won’t get angry any more and not break any more things . I know life has not been very kind to you so far , but now you are reborn in My Love . Take care of these , don’t lose them ; whenever you need me, you can call me and I will be with you wherever you are .You will never be alone again .Now go, and enjoy your Self !“
“ What is your name ?” , asked Amjad shyly.
She smiled her beautiful smile so full of love, and said “I have many names , but you can just call me Mother. “

Sajjad's experience

It was Friday afternoon ; summer in a Spanish city , hot and dusty . Sajjad was travelling back home from work . The people on the train looked tired and bored with life. Or was it just the way he perceived them, through the veil of his own jaded mood ? He felt tired and impatient to get free from the tiring energy of the city. He loved this city ,however, especially in the morning when he went to work, under the promise of a new day, the sun light playing on the beautiful architecture of its graceful buildings , the splash of colour of flowers and fruit displayed in its streets , the exciting challenge of a new day , people opening their shops, people fresh and beautifully groomed walking to work , …he sometimes marvelled and wondered what could be the driving force behind so many people getting up every morning , grooming themselves and all going to work in unison , the sheer wonder of 4 million people all convening to get up , go to work every day and make this place a hub of human activity …
But now his energy spent , he felt tired , hot , irritable , ragged around the edges …
The train went along the coast, and he gazed out at the solid dark blue of the sea sparkling under the bright summer sky, glistening in the hot afternoon sun. As he looked out at the sea and the horizon under the clear blue sky, he felt that wondrous feeling of Mediterranean eternity.

When he got home, he jumped into his old Ford Fiesta and drove down to the beach. He took off his clothes and laid them down on the sand. He looked at the dark blue of the sea, the turquoise green and the white foam of the waves breaking on the shore and retreating in an endless gentle rhythm .He silently prayed to the sea as Bava Sagara , and gratefully dived into Grandfather Sea’s refreshing embrace. He felt the coolness of the water take away the heat and frayed feeling that seemed to be coming from the area of his liver on the right side of his body , the salt water seemed to drain away the negative and tired feelings in his being . He could feel the pure, gentle energy that he could sometimes feel in the centre of his body, flowing along his spinal cord. He surfaced and looked back joyously at the distant mountains, the beauty of their shape and colour ; there were no thoughts in his head , just silence. He looked back at the shore with its line of houses that now looked like something a child might have painted. It was as if the patina of tired adultness had lifted from his eyes and he could now see things again in the way a happy, innocent child might see the world. Suddenly the world was a wonderful place again, life was beautiful. His heart was filled with joy.

Sons and daughters of Mother Earth

If we are the sons and daughters of Mother Earth, would we not carry some of her energy within us? The energy that is behind all living processes, that which causes evolution and at the same time keeps all things in balance and harmony within Nature?

What if a part of this energy of Mother Earth was sleeping within us?

What if this gentle, maternal energy could be awakened within us?

And what if She could re-establish harmony and balance within us by reconnecting us to the Primordial energy that governs the universe?

How is Sahaja Yoga different from other yogas ?

Sahaja Yoga is a unique form of yoga in that its practice begins by achieving the goal of all traditional yogas : Self Realization. However, initially this will only be a partial experience of the full potential of your Self Realization ; you then work to establish , strengthen and deepen the initial experience .

This experience is the awakening and connexion of your own individual spiritual energy with that of the Primordial Energy of the Universe . From my experience, this is the only yoga that truely awakens your own inner reservoir of spiritual energy , through a very gentle and natural process. This inner reservoir of spiritual energy within us has been described in all religious and spiritual traditions around the world. It is known, for example as the Kundalini , ( "coiled energy") , in India, as the Tao in China , or the Ruh or the Breath of God in the Middle East .

Sahaja Yoga is...

...moments of higher awareness , moments of clear blue sky beyond the clouds of my ignorance and the labrinth of my thoughts ; moments of beauty , when all becomes serene , when all is peaceful , and there is harmony among the clear blue sky and the beautiful clouds, sailing in lakes of blue stillness, beneath the gentle sun ...