reminds me of my marmoset monkey who has been quite sick ...

keeping her in my study ...

feeding every few hours ...

1ml at a time ...
her colitis much better now ...

and yet there is her daughter ...

crying for each other as she stays outside ...

except when she comes to my bathroom ...

wild in many ways she just jumped onto me today ...

as if asking me to bring her inside too ...

I did so ...

taking the risk ...

walking with her on my shoulder as she does not like to be grabbed ...

on the look out for my kittens ..

who are not liking the show ...

and there they were ....

meeting across the bars ...

in the most delicious sounds ...

now sleeping together ...

so much happier ...

the preciousness of love

between mother and child ...

Dear Pallavi,
So the talent for writing runs in the family! Nice. Incidently, I called up home and spoke with my parents today. Happy mother's day.

Cheers!
Navin

Baba--Sure have missed you! You have a monkey...

on your back...a real one, no less?

You must live in a place I am unfamiliar with.

You must live in a world so much "other" than mine.

Are you a Mother? How old are you? What is your name?

A mysterious lass if I may say so myself!

A cloudy glass upon a shelf

That I can't see thru.

Pallavi, a Mother, yet? She will be an artist I bet!

I am a Father, playing Mother, half the time...

My hats off to the ladies, from Venus to Athena!

They move in ways my eyes can follow, hypnoticly!

Keep spreading the Love like butter, Keith

Dear Pallavi,
The poem does capture the spirit of Mother's day. Thank you for sharing it.
Blessings to you and your Mom,
With love,
~ Kate

lovely poem, pallavi. nothing compares to mothers, i must agree....

Dear Pallavi,

Thank you for sharing this honest and truistic poem with the world. It embodies the essence of motherhood and parenthood!

Regards.

Hi, Pallavi, beautiful poem.God bless.

All Mothers and Fathers playing Mothers, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.

Pallavi: Soooo.....as Navin has now discerned, the "writing secret" is both a genetic and environmental thing, like the Chopras!

What a tribute your mother has written, for loving mothers everywhere--do the males of your bloodline also "have the gift?"

Baba--one of my very favorite posts you've ever written, if I may say so--will you tell us more about the wonderful creatures who've been given unto your care???

I'm coming to see Keith as being an Americanized male version who writes in a manner that is the closest in kinship to your own--and it is very fun when the two of you post on the same blog! Dave

Hey Pallavi,

Nice poem by ur mom --- real sweet and true. I'll add it in my card to mom (ofcourse ur mom will be given the credit in it)thanks for the lovely touch...

...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all...
Even though every day should be a mother's day still she needs that one special 'DAY' only in HER name - to be pampered, be cherished and be the center of our undivided attention (which she surely deserves)... cuz the other days she is busy caring for others.

Much luv xox~ MadZ :)
[p.s. i've posted something special for my mom and all the mothers out there on this special occasion --- itz online in my site: www.freewebs.com/madz03 do have a looky]

Hi MadZ,
Moms are very special. No one can be in that place, and as cherished in my heart, as my Mom, and my second Mom.
Love,
From
~ Kate

..I really like your site and artwork!

and, just being a mom, is so neat.
Being a parent,
is really
special...
and challenging,

and
a big responsibility,
and a humble
and Wonderful
experience

hummm

my stories with my little friends ...

belive me ...

they are not pets ...

they can bite so ferousciouly they become like lions...

one of my friends had her hear cut from side to side by my marmoset ...

when she was very young then ...and still when she is upset she wil give her warning signs ...

cacaca ...

and ones simply backs off ...

and when they attack they are like bulldogs ...

they simply do not let go ...

bites aside ... never stops amazing me how they communicate and how they express themselves ...

the real challenge is that so few people know anything about them and what to do when they get sick ...

a wonderful story of nandi and her daugher ...

After my beloved Lupi died I cut myself off ...

he was my first one ...

I later got another male for Nandi ... who soon died with a heart attack ...

She became pregnant just before he died ...

what happens is that usually the marmoset has two babies and after birth it is the father that carries them around ...

I told a friend of mine that i was concerned as she did not have a male and I did not want to introduce him one while she was pregnant ...

she told me that she had one male that she suspected had come from a Lab that i could take (they are usually rather expensive and my friend did not have much money and yet she still made the offer) ...

You can keep him .. she says when i told her that it would be traumatic to take him out after he got attached ...

I decided to make the introduction and it worked ...

one morning I woke up to see him with one baby on his back (the daughter she now has) wondering what happened to the other baby ...

I then found nandi under excrutiating stress .. having done serious damage to her back (teh skin was off ) with the other baby stuck inside of her ...

I rushed her to a university - 60 kms from here ... where one Vet treats exotic animals and she was operated under emergency .. her baby already dead ...

She then became exceptionally sick ... where her colitis came from ... and it took me 3 months to save her ...

eventually a vet would come to my home and help me renewing her skin at the back of her spine which proved to be very difficult ...

at some point we treated her in the same way as severily burned people are ...

during that time she became a skeleton with colitis so severe it was as if she was disentigrating ...

I do not know what else to do .. the vet told me ...it is in your hands now ...

I was leading a high pressurised job at the time and yet would leave in breaks and rush home treat her ...

my heart breaking at times ... not sure of what I was doing ...

Please God .. help me to save her as i can't take this anymore ...

teh prayer I made when i thought she was close to death ...

to watch her coming alive and start eating ... the program I am using now ... as it was such an intense training ...

Another miracle back then was that the male (who died not long after she recovered ...as if she only came to help her and her daughter) despite being would allow me to give him the baby (they were inside my house) and take her out every 2 hours to give her half a ml of milk as nandi had no milk ...

this was a great help as otherwise i would have to take her with me for body warmth ... which I did at times ...

it was as if he knew I was saving them and copperated without ever biting me ...

his death was hearbreaking .... the vet surpised on how I was able to keep him alive for so long as the autopsy proved that he his pancreas was basically non existent ...

wondering how much abuse he had endured ...

nandi's daughter remains strangely connected to me ...even if i always kept a distance as I did not want to attach myself like I had done with Lupi ...

i also took her my care when I discovered that her liver was in very poor condition and slowly but surely she healed ...

doing things that I would do for myself ... wondering often about the dosages etc ...

last time I took her to the university for tests I was told that her liver had recovered ...

a funny story with nandi happened when i went away to the beach and took her with me .. specially because she was so highly distressed after Lupis's death ...

I stoppped half way .. to eat something and she managed to get away and go to this very tall tree next to the the busy road ...

Eventually I called the fire department in that region ...as she knows that I will not go anywhere and simply acts out ...

a pattern she would do when she would leave the house ...

making it impossible to get her until frustrated i would shout "fine .. go where you want to go .. I will not go after you ..."

to watch her coming home ... realizing she was on her own ...

In this case the moment she saw the fire deparment starting doing preparations to go up she simply looks at them and there she comes down ... straight at me ...

as if saying "no way Jose ..." this is no longer fun ...

still today .. despite being now old she still does these things when she has an opportunity ...

an amazing spirit ...

realizing how these gifts have been sent to me to keep me sane many times over ... as well as teaching me how to tune in and how to trust ... that which flows through me ...

right now mother and daughter just woke up and are enjoying the lamp heat I put next to teh cage until the sun shines through ...

which they simply adore ...

Baba: What precious stories for "Mother's Day"--your "mother and daughter" add new meaning today.

Over the years, I've studied some about the man who is the true "Horse Whisperer" that Robert Redford made his movie about.

Besides raising 47 adopted children with his wife, on top of their own biological children, he has been in great demand by major corporations who bring him in to teach their key employees the same principles that the "horses taught him!"

The results for the corporations have been no less than staggering, in every case reported on.

I think maybe you are "being taught" not only how to be a "Monkey Whisperer," but this most beautiful exchange of love will transfer also to all other creatures, "great and small!"

The school I went to last fall, "Ramtha's School of Enlightenment," has some pretty fascinating training in healing disciplines, and their students often report remarkable results in applying these same disciplines to the healing of animals--even the equivalent of resurrections from death--however unbelievable that may seem to many readers here, or anywhere!

Thank You Baba--a very happy "Mother's Day" to you and your wonderful "furry babies!" Dave

Baba,

"Well, I'll be a monkey's Uncle!" That's a saying

we use when suprised at some event. As a kid, I had

no idea it actually meant something.

It must have been a motherly monkey-type creature

that compelled the father of her baby, to "get out of the tree,

find us our own place to live, like way down on the Savannah!"

"And while your down there, can you bring us back some new kind of food?"

"I'm really tired of the same'ol, same'ol fruit and nut diet!"

"And don't forget about something to drink."

"Oh, something to clothe our babe with. It's starting

to get really cold at night!"

"One more thing, do you have the list?"

"We could probably use one of those long sticks

to whack them creatures that keep sneaking around

at night, don't forget to make a jagged tip on the

end of it, I need my back scratched, darn fleas!"

"Thank you, dear! Go on now, make it quik shop!"

Sound familiar? Where would we be now without

the mothers pushing us out of the nest and on to

greater discoveries?

Who makes us feel brave and confident?

Who makes the nest worth coming back to?

Who comforts us when we come home empty-handed?

Who restores our faith when disaster strikes?

Who demands our loyalty and service?

Who thanks us in a way no one else can?

Oh, what can't a Mother do?

Why did I ever leave home?

Because she kicked me out!

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Well Mothers are one hell of a special breed.
I truly believe that in this materialistic world...religions and idol worship et all are just purely Man-Made.
But Mother is the only form yu can call "God Made".

Hey Baba!
Beautiful and touching story. (& I thought I had done soooooooO much (!) for the two dogs that my cousin had!) Really Baba, everyone does good to fellow beings but so much for a family of marmosets that may or may not understand the worth of what they are receiving is true spirit!

Like they say... character is what you do when the lights are turned off and there's no one around to applause...

As a mother of two wonderful children I have often pondered why mothers are revered and put on pedistals and why mothering is seen as a vocation, something beyond price. While trying to explain on a radio chat show why I believed that mothers and carers should be paid for their contribution I was hit by a wave of angry people who felt that paying a mother would diminish the vocational and spiritual role a mother plays. I contemplated this, I was really talking about paying for the hours put in and the basic skills of supervising and caring rather than the individual qualities that "mothers" bring to the job.

But I have come to the conclusion that it is not Mothers per say that have all these wonderful qualities but rather it is the "baby and later the toddler" that transforms the mother. The little creature straight out of heaven with all its high angelic vibrations, its large piercing eyes, its cute little expressions and winning ways that soften the hardest heart and turn the once sexy and often selfish young woman into a slave to its charms. Fathers too can become complete slaves to their children if they spend enough time with them early on though mothers do seem to have the monopoly even today. Most parents succumb to the charms of a baby and it guarantees the baby a safe and happy passage through childhood.

It makes it all the more sad when parents fail to succumb to the charms of the baby and instead "see" the baby only as a toy or extention of their possessions because then not only does the baby fail to perform its magic on its parents but all its magic is crushed, and he/she can be subjected to ridicule and abuse.

As a mother I am eternally grateful to my wonderful children for the charmed existence I have had since they graced me with their presence 12 years ago.

question is ...

who is the giver and who is the receiver???

I came across my first marmoset Lupi in a pet shot ... a baby ...highly distressed ...

had no idea what these monkeys were about ...

wanting to drink from a big tin ...
looking so fragile and so very frightened ...

I will give ou a home .. I promised him ...

got him without having a clue ...

an amazing journey as he was always a vulnerable , fragile monkey ...

within 2 years I got very ill ... struglling with every breath ...

I cut myself off from the world for 6 months ...

and Lupi was my light ... after my beloved soul mate in a dog suddenly died .. without much warning ...

I still recall vividly the first time I met Shaka as a puppy ...

am exquisite doberman ...he run towards me as if he knew me through eternity ...

he never needed any training .. his favorite connection being to place his nose against my back as I drove ...

shaka possibly saved my life through a dream that I had ...

the day I arrived home after major surgery ...

I dreamt he was at the base of a hill ... dark roots in his lungs ...looking up ...
after seeing him bleeding from his anus ...

in my dream I realized he was going to die ... and captured by a most profound anguish I pleaded " shaka don't die .. please do not leave me ..."

he looked at me and growled as if telling me " let go of me"

I woke up very disturbed and asked a friend to take him to the Vet ...

either he is very sick or this is a projection of my pain ... I told my friend

In that same afternoon I found that he had cancer in his lungs and was terminal ...

for the next couple of weeks I struggled to help him .. unable to gather my strength ...

the reason that took me to the doctor.. "to help my dog " ... to realize my hemoglobine was close to zero level ...

he died soon afterwards .. leaving me hearbroken ...

comforted by Lupi in ways that defy human conciousness ...

I lost all desire to connect with teh world around me ... unable to write or read i would create with pictures ... lupi always on my side ...

once, for some reason tears broke free ...

I remember Lupi suddenly stopping looking at the window to jump into my shoulder and literally glue his body into my face ...

during that time a dear friend called Jan managed to get me in a restaurant I adored ...

to say goobye as she was moving to another city...

she contacted a common friend and told her " i am so worried about Baba .. she appears so distant from this world "

soon she phoned me from the city she moved into ...

I am having surgery tomorrow ... she says

Oh I did not know ...

what surgery ? I asked as she always looked so well ...

it is a replacement to the valve of my heart ... no big deal .. I am phoning you because I am very concerned about you ...

don't be ... I told her .. I am OK ..

please tell me about your surgery ... so that i can send you Reiki ...I pleaded

she gave me the details...

I will pray for you and I will light candles .. my last words to her

please do so .. her last words to me

With the little energy I had I created a whole ritual that same afternoon ...

to see this briliant white light filling her operating room .. unable to see her body no longer ...

the next day i received the news ...

Jan had died during surgery .. after 7 hours surgery .. doctors pulling out her heart and massaging it ... tears running down their face as they walked out ...unable to bring her back ...

now knowing her husband I decided to phone him the next day .. to tell him of what I had seen .. unsure of what was all about ...

to listen to his sobs as he heard my name ...

my wife loved you so much .. he says between sobs ...

I told him of the music i was listening as I saw that briliant light .. It is called " angel love "

can you get it for me ?

yes .. even if I got it as a gift from Europe ...

i recalled seeing it in a shop a week earlier ...

I phoned the shop ...

we don't have it ...I was told

yes .. you do ... I saw it last week .. I replied without thinking ...

They soon found the only CD they had ...

I sent it to Jan 's husband

to find a poem written in its cover ...

a message from above .. no doubt ...

" In the stillness of the night I come to you
in the morning silence I swim in the beauty of your light
the long hours that pass between us
seem only as mere shadows of a passing dream
with each breath a new star is born
to add to the ligth of the universe
in the deepest stillness can I hear what I so much wanted
to touch inside you and to feel within myself
a radiant presence without the veil
shining forth omnipotent streams of crystal rainbow light
I wish not to alter the delicate beauty of this golden light
nor disturb the fragance essence by trying to capture it
I can only remain when i hold it in my heart
it can only then live truly free
and then we hold the key "

how little did I know of the depth of Jan's gift...

in this stillness of the night ...

that keeps finding me ...

Jan gave me the strenght to fight back ... to keep my promise " I will ligth candles ..."

to soon face Lupis death as I was given a cappucin ...the most intelligent of the species ...

as if to let me know ...

do not get attached to anything ...

keep ascending instead ...

in this form we fade ...

so that in spirit we merge ...

a stil point ...

a void ...

this ...

I AM ...

a still point ...

a void ...

this...

I AM ...

this

WE AM ...

forever more ...

oh yes ...

no long ago I considered finding a new home for my cappucins ...

speciaaly as I had sold a family to a young girl whose father is a millionaire and has built an island for them ...

I need to do what is the best ... I kept thinking ...

making sure than on my death they will be given to this young girl who has the skills and the resources to provide them with the best ...

then I had a dream ...

seeing one of the young cappucin peeping ... as if whispering with a smile...

in ways I got to know ...

a youngster who although being wild has a strange way of connecting with me ...

loving jumping on my fingers when I put my hands across the opening in the wire ...

in my dream he told me ...

"we came to you ... to love you "

how little do we know ...

of this dancing of angels ...

unfolding ...

in formless ...

million stars ...

glowing ...

beneath the veils ...

a radiance ...

we know well ...

forever present ...

never affected...

this purity of love ...

between mother and child ...

Baba,

That is a wonderful poem and story. You are so much fun to read!

Praying for your continued health and well-being,

thanks again for sharing. Take care, Keith

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR KIND SUPPORT...

YOU ARE SPOILING ME IN A BIG WAY ...

Oh ..

what a wonderful dream I had with Saibaba ...

oh yes the lover of mother and child ...no doubt

a dream so tangible and so close to my heart I am still tingling with the depth of its vibration ...

there was this exceptional beautiful place .. like an old castle..

somwhere in the middle of a desert ...

a place of the spirit ...

seeing Saibaba walking around ...

as if not seen by those who where present...

as if they were unable to see him in the flesh ...

at some point he came to me ...

with its old cheeky smile ...

as if asking me "what's up girl???"

suddenly unnafraid and so very proud (oh yes my little ego popped in ) I said "I can fly ... I can fly .."

like a mother and a father he listened with a smile of happiness ...

let me show you what I mean ...I told him excitely ...

and there I went .. flying as I normally do in my dreams ...

look at me ... look at me ... I seemed to be telling him ... as if I had graduated and I wanted him to know and to share it with me ...

as I came down I told him ...

and do you know that i can teach others to fly too ???

again he smiled as i called a young girl who had followed me ...

jumping on my back as I took fligth once again ...

OK OK this is a bit heavy .. it it not easy to take into higher altitudes ... but it is only a a while until she learns to do it on her own ...

i though as i connected with Saibaba's fierce focus on me ...

As I came down I felt this deep peace as if finally knowing " I am home .. deep inside of me..." .

later I looked at Saibaba and thought " why am I afraid to touch him physically ??? he is here and I love him ..

I run to him and as he turned I opened my arms to be hugged in a most exquisite way ...

look at this ... I thought ... I am no longer afraid ...

Later I found myseld sitting in one of the seats of this wonderful castle ... where we all singing divine songs ...including Saibaba ...who I saw in the next row .. on the other side of a small path walk ...

noticing how his voice pulled everyone's else up ...

into a finer and higher tuning ...

again I noticed my ego ...

oh I wished to be right in front of him... to hear is voice behind me ... and to have his attention on me ...

again Saibaba looked at me and smiled ...

hearing his telephatic message ...

I see you .. stay where you are and focus your attention inside .. on this vibration I am sending you ...

feeling the intensity of energy in my body I laughed ...

yes you are right ... you can see me no matter where I am ...

later Saibaba came to me ... looking intensily in my eyes ...

as if asking me again "what's up girl ???"

to notice how my body felt ignited as if I had became a flame ...

jurking backwards as if hit on impact ...

do not be affraid ... he told me ...it is just energy and you need to get used to it ...

as I calmed down I told him :

i want to walk with you for a while .. I adore your vibration ..

walk with me then .. he answered

and tehre we went ...

along the walls of the castle .. looking at infinity ...

I am so very happy to see you walking ... I told him ... it was not easy for me to see you in a wheel chair ...

do not worry about that .. it is all illusion ... focus on your heart intead ... in this depth of perception you know well...

is it really true that you called me??? I suddenly asked him

oh yes .. I did ... I recal exactly when .. walking with me to a calender hanging in teh ancient wall ...

pointing at it ...

while I fell into deep thought ...

how come you seemed to forever been with me ...
yes I know what you mean ...

I know this vibration before I was born ...

he smiled again as if he was playing with my mind ...

how I adored this dream ...

specially when lately I got involved with a deal with an attorney who found himself in some deep trouble ...

captured by a midas energy who was taking him for a ride ...

after an international deal on a project worth over 100 million ...

we worked intensily for a week ... my detective on high vibrational tuning as we compiled a report of data to send to the international investor ...

which was sent yesterday evening ...

a report which left no angle unturned ...

from his original fearful ... unguided perspective ... to a clear stance of high voltage will...

as I worked long hours .. often in a conference call (exploring views and reviews of the data and observations made ) I kept sensing Saibaba's cheeky smile ...

as if again he was having fun with me ...

knwoing that i would be paid a high fee for my services ...

in a field which so easily flows through me ...

and i tend to take for granted ...

quite fun ... when we keep it all in dignity ...

which is what we did ...

and so it is ...

right now I am enjoying this fine vibration

still so much alive in my body ...

looking at nandi and her bowl movement ...

no more mucous ...

she is fine to go back to her home...

in gratitude I am ...

in love I flow ...

knowing

ALL IS WELL ...

again God is playing tricks on me ...

as I went to a mall this morning who do I meet ?

a woman who I know for years .. meeting her here and there ...

last time in Saibaba' ashram .. where she stayed for 2 months ...close to a physical breakdown ...

looking very well now she shared how her life is coming together bla bla bla ...

how strange I said ..

just woke up this morning thinking of him as I had such an intense dream ... and now I meet you ...

are you going there ?

yes .. I will be going in October for 5 weeks ..

what route do you take ?

I go through chenai and take a train ...
where is chenai ?? by train ???

hummmmmmmmmmm

oh ok that can be a whole new adventure ...

as i came home I phoned a travel agency for prioes ...

decided to phone an indian woman I shared my room with in Puttaparti ...

the one I was with when we both had a tamtrum and walked out of teh ashram... looking for a hotel ...

wanting to be walk away from the big crowds (I had no idea that it was his birthday ,the recognition of his top students as well as ae world conference )

eventualy coming back as I wanted to stay inside teh ashram ...

as i phoned her she says ... oh yes I am thinking in going back as I have been dreaming with him a lot ... he is calling me to go ...

ok lets see what we can co create ...

what about going through Shenai ??? I asked her may be we can stop in Dubai and have a shopping orgy ...

no problem ...

question is when ???

no crowds this time we both agree ...

whcih means either october or november ...

what about christmas ???

another possiblity ...

well let it all sink in and take it from there ...

In teh meantime I will be getting the prices etc

so we will see ...

sounds fun ...

and I think God is having a good laugh...

i can hear it ...

Baba: I envy you the dream you had with "such an energy" as connecting up with some pretty high-level light.

Your posts have reminded me again why I love animals so much, sometimes more than the human ones!

Glad you are enjoying writing so much here again, as many of us are enjoying it with you--Dave

Baba,

I am beginning to see a very small and cloudy

figure...it works some place I had not expected.

It darts about, stops suddenly, eyes transfixed

on a figure that no one else seems to see.

Smiles of deep peace are bestowed upon this

lovely face, a face of distant views through the

beautiful and dark eyes.

A scene transposed and overlaid with sparkling

raindrops as tears formed rainbows in the setting sun.

As each blade of grass was enlightened and every

starling returned to their nests, the full Moon

rose to begin her maiden voyage.

beautiful poetry...

touching words of the heart ...

thank you Dave and Keith ...

the impact of powerful pure energy entering my body ...

how can I describe it ???

it is so intense and so infinitely pure it becomes a challenge to remain here ... on earth ...

yesterday as I walked I was captured by the exquisite beauty of the sunset...

intantaneously I saw my wings taking shape and following the call of my soul ...

oh .. how happy I can be ... when I see myself merging with all of infinity ...

noticing how the energy exchange with Saibaba remains ...

as if calling me to go somehwere ...

oh yes ...

I keep seeing the young woman I met in the ashram ...

starved in her bones ...

frozen with the cold ...

staring at me ...

her left cripled hand hanging tight ...

as if no one was there ...

while the other suddenly appeared ...

intensily alive ...

touching her heart and the rain coat I had given her ...

as if telling me " I will always treasure it.. here .. deep inside my heart " ...

the young girl that ignored the money I gave her ... the food queue which would feed her ...

to simply ask me, with eyes so ancient I did not know who was there ...

"Please take me with you ..."

the impact has remained ...

like a spell of a divine call ...

leaving me bewildered ...

each time I allow myself to go there ...

an anguish ...

so tearing

I wonder

Who am I ???

Where do I belong ???

What does God want from me ???

when all i want is to live in a monastery

knowing I do not belong there ...

except maybe ...

in these glimpses of eternity ...

like my encounter with Saibaba ...

strangely deepening the longing ...

to burst me wide open ...

into millions of possibilities ...

to realize ...

it is me that I seek .....

looking for a friend ...

able to behold ...

the beyond ...

beating silently ...

inside every breath ...

that I am ...

strangely I saw the movie on TV a few days ago ...

Mr Jones I believe it was called ...

the place of insanity ...

the deep need to be understood ...

oh yes "Buddy" comes to mind ...

realizing how much hurt still shows up ...

when I allow my heart to open up ...

to show me bleeding fragments...

here and there ...

a depth of betrayal...

a cruelty of scorning ...

at a time ...

there was nothing left ...

why are we, as humans, so indifferent and so cruel to one another ??? I often ask

How can we deceive so coldly and make it all OK in the name of God and highly spiritual truths ???

all necessary...I hear

the cracking of the mirror ...

the dancing of polarities ...

so that in unity ...

we remain ...

oh these bleeding tears ...

flowing into a desert

no one can hear ...

the melting ...

with forces ...

so intensily pure ...

l have no choice ...

but to bow ...

and kiss the soil

that will free me

in all that I am ...

these broken wings

searching for prayers

necessary ...

to bring me ...

back home ...

Dear Baba,
All the seeking you express in exquisite details, and searing encounters, and magnificient scenery,
It's there in you,
every answer, your wishes fullfilled.
Who you are, what you are.
It's plain for me to See.
I reach to embrace and kiss you.
You are home now.
~ Kate

No Baba: It's "Thank You," from Keith and Dave!

hummm

God's presence never stops amazing me ...

my dear Muslim friend who recently was chosen for a top government position left me an invitation for a birthday party - dedicated to the special women in my life ...she writes

which meant women only ... about 50 of us ...

Since her appointment she has been so very busy we have not spoke much ...and I realized how much I miss her ...

I miss the purity of her nature above everything else that I treasure ...

this purity I adore ...

yesterday I focused on a gift for her ...

what can I give her that will bring her meaning ???

I recall one of the talks we had when she created a sanctuary ...

one of the pictures I would like to have is the 99 qualities of Allah .. but it is quite expensive ...she told me then ...

I decided to go to a muslim framing shop, I love going to as their framing is so very beautiful ...

and there it was ...

a most beautiful piece of the 99 nanmes of Allah ....

craved in metal .. done in Egypt ... on white glass ... floated on a simple wooden frame ...

oh yes .. the white glass .. the symbol of purity I so much love about my friend ...

the party started with a wild bang .. a surprise from one of the wildest of her cousins ... someone who stands up against pain and loss as she just endured 3 miscarriages ...

she brought in a wonderful belly dancer ...

invinting us to let go and dance around ...

after dancing with fire ... a sword ... snaky hands ... seductive twists and turns ...

a magnificent view ...

the women present .. many from my friends family are very strong ...

a blend of old and new ...

youngsters highly qualified .. with very strong values ... even if rather conservative in some deep way ...

suddenly so very happy as we all decided to flow and to let go ...

do you do this with your men ??? I asked

never ... they said ...laughting in delight ... this is so very nice .. we need to do it more often...

oh yes says one of the strong matriarch women ...

what do you think? she asks me

lets go for it ... we can get together regularly and have fun ...

oh yes she says .. so very important to teach our children what we have learned ...

and so we discussed possibilites ...

then came the speech from my dear friend .. about womens quest and the impact that strong women had in her life ...

and baba she quotes .. she taught about Allah in a very different way ...where I recall my trip t India .. my breaking away from tribal pressures ...where baba said " do you realize what you have set in motion? "

the starting of a journey I had no idea ...

today I stand here ... free from what others think of me ...from tribal expectations ... from the grip I always felt from my mother ( a very powerful queen) ...

as i realised that I always lived on her shadow ...

today I feel free to be who I am and I respect my mother for being who she is ...a major breaktrough and a whole new beggining...

watching my mother in her age taking computer lessons .. after retiring as a principal of a schcool.. studying as I was studying ... never settling for second best ...

her mother then spoke ...

in ways I never heard her before ...

I realize it is not about my daughter 's achievements any longer ... that makes me feel so very proud ... but it is about the qualities of her soul ... and as a gift I want her to have these diamonds that I had ...

giving her a box with a whole set of diamonds and gold ..

a ring .... earrings.. broche etc while reading her a touching poem she had written ...

when she was done, after an emotional connecting hug my friend looked at me ... asking me if I would like to speak ...

I hesitated as there were so many other women present and chose to let it go ...

someone else spoke with another wonderful poem dedicated to my friend ...

saying something like " when I think of her the most outstanding quality I see is her purity ..."

the ignitor for me .. in the gift I had been asked to give her ...

again my friend looked at me .. and this time I stood up ...

feeling rather humble and overwhelmed ...

noticing the low timbre of my voice ... the humbleness of my heart ...

for being chosen to be part of a group of women whose culture is so very different from mine ...

recalling my friends words " Baba taught be about Allah ... "

and there I was ... giving her a gift from Allah ...

where her purity stood out ...

the diamonds of her soul ...

mirrored in so many different ways ...

a moment of stillness...

as if an invisible presence had appeared ...

leaving no doubts to anyone ...

the night was extremly cold and yet there we all were ...

sharing our love ....our joy .. our depth of connection ...

as i was told a number of times ...by different sibblings ...

" she loves you so much .. she never stops talking about you ..."

and yet

how paradoxical...

in so many ways ...

as in truth there are so few people that will take me away from my home ...

realizing how in this community of deep love and strong values I am home ...

a force that stands above the differences of culture, colour and religion...

a mothers cradle for my soul ...

here ...

on earth ...

I feel blessed...

Baba, may I call you friend? Might I be able to say,

"I have one, a cyber-pal form India, who is a Muslim."

"She is following the Sufi tradition, I believe,

and she is not the enemy!"

"She raises monkeys and conciousness to a level

of dreamy transparency."

"She is very intelligent, well-mannered and takes

the heat like a real trooper!"

"She is quite un-like the other contributors,

at least in my eyes."

"How I wish I knew what this mysterious, lovely

creature looks like."

"Maybe she is married, I should watch what I say."

"Maybe she enjoys having a "fan" club."

"Maybe she wonders who I am."

"Maybe...she knows!"

Hello, Baba!

Keith

hummm funny ... mysterious .. lingering ....

who is this knocking in my home ???

a very funny story ...

arrived quite late last night ... about 1 in the morning ... after the party with my friends...

as I was about to fall asleep I heard strange sounds ...

bing bang .. things seems to be falling ...here and there...

what are the dogs up to ???

too tired I did not bother to investigate ...

as i woke up early moorning I see my phone on the ground ... plus some pills (fortunately psylum) opened on the table ...

what happpened here ???

to see my cappucin Ananda who stays inside at night (with nappies) .. the one I mothered for over 2 years as her mother had no milk ...

running around ...

there she goes .. . very upset .. after my kittens... jumping on top of the alsatians who she does not fear ...

what teh hell are you doing outside your cage ???

I shouted at her

to no avail ..

she does not like the kittens ...

I called her sternely ...

she stops and comes to me ...

to realize the padlock of her cage was out ...

realizing she had been out for the whole night ...

wondering where she had been ...

I put it inside the cage (about 1.5 by 1.8) ...

closing the padlock without thinking ...

oh no ... where are the keys ??? whathgas she done with them ???

I started trying others keys ... here and there ...frustrated ...

ananda where did you put the keys???

a game for her as she loves trying teh keys on doors and suitcases...

suddenly she takes them under her blanket (she still sleeps with her teddy bear ... after covering herself with blankets)

holding them as if teasing me ...

oh yes .. you hided them ...

now how do I get them ???

using one of the little openings to put my hands ...

surprised she did not take them away ...
except that she knows well ...

to take her out I need the keys ...

it never surprises me how intelligent they are ...

blessed that she did not get into mischief .. except that I need a new wire for my phone as she must have been playing with it ...

the last time she did this she spent some time wondering and watching TV .. playing with the remote without wanting to call attention ...

still feeling rather shaken...

specially with her messing around with med's bottles as she opens them so easily ...

another blessing no doubt ...

sepcially as I spent the night dreaming with her ... and a twin ...as i recall ...

as she keto coming our of her inside cage and I kept putting her inside ...

leaving her very upset ...

as if she was playing tricks with me ... during my sleep ...

still surprised on what she did throuigh the night ...

my sense being that after having a feast she went inside her cage and came out when she heard noises ...

that she did not go to my bedroom is what surprised me ... as if not wanting to be caught ...

oh wel ...

a funny ...

that ended well ...

a starnge syncronicity in my dream world ...

oh yes .. forgot to mention ...

I watched yesterday the movie " The exorcism of Emily Rose "

no wonder I did not move when I heard the BING BANGS's...

quite scary at some level ...

a mystery we simply have no idea ...