Shekhar: I hope this young man usurps your favorite spot again, only so that it prompts you both to talk again!

Should another one of these "synchrodestined" occurences bring you to visit again, maybe you would tell him "Thank You," from Dave, in Colorado, in "The West."

Why would I say thank you to him? For letting Shekhar come to the West, of course: since last summer, when I didn't even know who you were, even though I'd actually seen two of your films, we now have an entirely separate Bollywood section on cable, just like the Sundance Channel here in America, so you bring something of India to us, but.....

......mostly, I'd want him to know that the story of his daily efforts for others will be heard by some of the many visitors who come to sit for our daily "round table" of discussions, many of them young college students who work there, but none of us with the mandatory fortitude his every day requires--the "above-and-beyond" regarding his calling, and corresponding response to same, for this world. Thanks Shekhar--Dave

Shekhar,

That was God that occupied your place, many disguises he doth wear. :)

You must be pretty important.

There are those that ask for divine intervention, and those that are divine intervention.

Dear Shekhar,

I had decided not to speak with you anymore and then you come up with this poignant story, leaving me speechless.

Love,
Navin

PS: It maybe a coincidence that I visited the small Ganesh Temple in Lokhandwala yesterday for the first time. Not to pray for myself but to remember my ancestors on the last day of the Shraadhs. Every year my folks made me perform the Shraadh rites in a nearby temple when I was in Delhi. But this time, I went on my own, without their asking.

One is a man when one prays, One is God when One answers the prayers of others.

Wow!

Peace

One of my favorite Blessings:

Care-Compassion

"May the Wellspring of Compassion be opened in us as we reach out in care. May soothing words find a home in us. May Tenderness bless us as we reach out to comfort body, mind, and spirit. In the midst of fear and frustration May Courage be given us. When difficult decisions confront us, may Wisdom inspire us. May Patience keep vigil with us and Peace of Mind calm us. May our heart find a song to sing even when we are weary. May abundant Love lift us and gratitude bless us as we live the mission of care entrusted to us. Amen"

As we find on the net; this author is unknown by name...such a shame; b/c he/she deserves much credit for such a splendid blessing!!

With Loving Kindness,
North

Beautiful story. Beautiful life.

Love, Kristin

Hello Shekhar,

the stories you share.. connect deep within my soul. As I read your blog tears pour out.

Your message and story is reflecting the pain within me.. sometimes
I wonder if this pain within me is my own pain or am i feeling the pain of the whole humanity.

Humility is what this young man showed in the story for me today thanks for sharing.

Ashie

Some temples are very old, and it is thought their architecture makes them spiritual. Some are new and it is thought attracting lots of worshippers will make it have the vibe.

But actually what makes a temple a spiritual place is the sincerity and reverence of the people who meditate and pray there.

People such as the man you describe are what makes a place spiritual. Because they are.

Dear Shekhar

I hope you meet this man again.

Dear yogi-one

You're so very right.

love, Heather

Dear Shekhar,

The fact that you not only keep running into God, but also have him speaking clearly to you is a witness to how very blessed you are!

I remember your story of that colorful man you met on the train, when you were trying to figure out what to do with your life, and what he said to you. I also remember how the fruit seller spoke to you in your time of sorrow, and now some more help from above, and right in the back of the temple. I guess you will be making a lot more movies in India!

May God continue Bless you always.

Kind Regards,
Stan

The awe I feel, to how Shekhar has the keen eye and "see's" the messengers sent to him.... it is in Shekhar's favor, that he sees them as such...and ours to become fascinated and hopeful by...that when our messenger's come.. we will see them as such as well.

With eye's wide open,
and with loving kindness,
North

shattered bones …

unbreakable spirits …

the power…

I always have known …

Images of India …

Weaved …

Into my soul …

Perpetually reminding me

“We were born…

to cradle you

when you go blind ..."

shattering images …

tranforming me

into gliding wings …

rising me ...

high above ...

The severely burned child…

as I walked down the Taj Mahal …

Stopping me …

Dead …

On my tracks …

Except my hand

Flowing into his heart …

so intently...

I wondered ...

who is here

visiting me ???

to witness his own hand dropping a glass pen into my bag ...

Please take it with you … I heard

as I stood still ...

stunned ..

by the shock of his burned lips ...

Leaving me bewildered …

by this feeling...

of a pure longing ...

this is a call ...

and yet ...

what am I meant to do

when I feel so overwhelmed ???

oh ...

The 20 year old young woman ...

Recovering from a coma …

Forgetting years of her life

including her matric dance ...

Not knowing how much damage is there …

And yet …

Wanting to pursue university …

Above the strain of 2 years of recovery …

with professional prognosis that have brought her onto her knees...

evoking me to tears …

from being known as a nerd ...

to being told to start working and to let go of her dream to study and to qualify ....

and yet there she is ...

an heroine at heart ...

she crumbles...

into a ball ...

Her intelligent eyes

staring at me ...

as if pleading …

Please tell me what is wrong with me ???

Lets focus on a worthy ideal… I direct her

What would that be??? I ask her

To choose a course that leads me to success… she tells me ...

And what is success ???

Oh …she stumbles on impact ...

I wait ...

to suddenly burst out...

Do you realise how special you are ???

how many out there ...

are queuing up …

for the miracle of your life ...

just as you are ???

do you realise how your coma experience is connected to something much bigger , directing you to that which you were born to become ???

Noticing her big eyes …

Suddenly smiling ...

at the possibilities ...

she knows...

live...

inside of her ...

Yes she murmurs ... I no longer am attracted to mathematics and accounting ... now I want to study about the mind and healing ...

while I realized the power of the mirror …

in these threads ...

pursuing me ...

beyond the coma states ...

Unclaimed …

Misunderstood …

its lays down …

To suddenly show up …

like a vulcano...

here I am …

look at me …

am I dead ???

Oh …

The faces of God …

Connecting me …

To this love …

That ressurects ...

from deep ...

underneath ...

leading me...

nowhere ...

except ...

maybe ...

this melting ...

into emptiness...

opening me up ...

to the miracle ...

of God's mystery ...

.....as much as Shekhar may be a messenger of hope to this man in the Temple--that's the thing with Spirit, it always goes both ways--but Shekhar, please see to it that your "down-home" Hindi films are also subtitled in.....well, English will work well in "The West!"

Baba--something's been telling me (for about 15 months!) you've got a bit of a heart-throb for both Gotham and Shekhar--they bring out the creative writer in you; it is definitely so, Baba-Doll!!! Dave

Shekhar,

Thank God, we need only the size of a mustard seed.

That young man portrays the truth of well-earned fruits.

Baba,

Marvelous!!!

Baba! i echo Keith's sentiment.

Nice!

Peace

HI Baba... if we would all think and believe like you...we would all have found the "way."

With Loving Kindness,
North

hummm...

there comes another type of overwelming ...

this betroot heat ...

right here ...

at my face ...

my feelings...

for Shekhar and Gotham ...

hummm ...

what is this ??? I have wondered

different resonances ...

between

rivers of depth

and mischeviousness of a delighttful laughter ...

above my natural shyness ...

and yet ...

I know ...

there are other mirrors here ...

I tend to walk away ...

often pondering ...

what is this I am resisting ???

how illusionary can I be ...

knowing how much more energy it takes to keep it all tight ...

inside my brain ...

I recall a young man I worked with yesterday...

shatttered by his wife's betrayal with another man...

I keep thinking about the Thief ... he tslls me as we explored his archetypal patterns ...

why the thief ??? I asked him

because I used to steal as a young man ... i still steal.. wanting to steal my wife's affection at any cost ...

and yet ... I reflected

I see the thief

beneath ...

every other shadow pattern we do have ...

when we choose to keep it in a coma ....

think about your potential...

and how the thief sheds light...

on that which can never be stolen ...

the gift of your life ...

to become a teacher of the soul ...

with the electricity

that knows ...

the price we pay ...

for the starvation

of the artist ...

noticing how his eyes become bigger and bigger ...

as if suddenly ...

realizing he had hit no man's land ...

just like I feel ...

many times ..

here in chopra land ...

oh yes a funny ...

once I got really angry ...

"that 's it ... I am out of here ...

I will create a new name

and no ever know

I am here ..."

to find that as I expressed a few words

there it comes ....

"oh you reminded me of Baba ..."

oh no ...

how do they know ???

now ...

this really pisses me off ...

can't hide no more !!!

yeakees!!!!...

old patterns

learning to come home ...

and be at peace ...

so ...

yes ...

there is an attraction

fragments of my soul ...

calling me

to show up ...

and to grow ...

Osho had sad once that in ancient times the temple used to be built in a way that you had to crawl inside. This was to generate better vibrations as during meditation and puja. These days nobody seems to be bothered about all that.

maybe faith in the ocean only looks easy

You are scaring me Baba, and I like it.

Very good bro!

Peace

Dear Shekhar: Poignant story! Times have changed, there is incredible commercialisation even with temple affairs. But, even now we see some Devotees who are really into it, not the ones who come to Ask ask ask ask and nothing but ask from God, Oh lovely God give me this give me that. If you do, I'll give back this much and if you don't I'm going to be angry with you. 2nd stage response of htkg. At the higher stages you realize, there isn't a separate entity sitting outside of you. That same Entity is Rt within you. Once you tap into that and connect urself with that....the need to go to temple ceases. The temple is rt within you. If one cannot find a temple within oneself...one will hardly ever find the Supreme.

Having said this, there's a Great importance to Faith and how each one connects to God as per their level of Unique awareness. I remember a time as a teenager, I used to connect with God thru' temples and puja. Now, I find it almost silly to do that as my connections are far different...but I respect all those who connect to God in their own way. As long as the Universally accepted traits of love peace compassion are experienced.

Hope you're doing very well with your ventures!! Recently on saregamapa the musical show on tv, there was a kid named Sameer. He had sung the awesome song of Masoom "Tujse naraaz nahi...". He made the judges cry. What a movie what a Song!!! There was so much sad reality in that song. Even I was in tears. Hope to see something of that class again from you.

Love!

"The Safest Place"

This moment I am quiet and unafraid
I am split open
Not holding or withholding
Not hiding
I am splattered on the ground before All

There is no shame in me

I lie exposed and vulnerable

This place - is wide open
Anyone can come
But it's the safest place I know

Love, Kristin

Kristin: Nice one girl--"total vulnerability"--the only game in town worth playing, n'est pas!?

Baba--It's fun to think of the heat coming off your face while you blush in cyber-space; the idea that some clod near the Rocky Mountains of Colorado could get a woman in South Africa to blush through thin air is very cool (you are in South Africa?).

I had to tell you though, I had my sister and two nieces over last Sunday evening for a brief visit--I was showing them the Intentblog, and Kavita's E-Magazine.

I roamed around with them looking over my shoulder as I scrolled to different articles, and some of the pictures of the contributors etc.

But.....for the fun of it, I stopped suddenly and showed them Mallika's picture on her bio and let my older niece read about her--this was all part of the set-up though; I was smiling.

My older niece is 25 and is very artistic so I showed her some of North's images, "in between" the set-up.

My younger niece came along in my sister's 38th year; she is the closest I've ever had to my own daughter, and like you, she is very shy.

Soooo......Baba, just for the fun of it, I said to them, "Hey, let me show you Mallika's 'dead-beat loser brother!'" (just teasing)

I popped up Gotham's picture, and in a split- second turned to see both of their faces unabashedly turning red, and glowing with delight at this young man's face--then I got up from my chair and moved out of the way, and let them read "his bio"--which they both did!

You're not alone, Baba--Gotham makes women's hearts beat wildly, and their faces "beet red!"

I was once talking with Kavita and she mentioned a woman who'd commented that "Shekhar was the most handsome man she'd ever seen"--you are, again, not alone in your appreciation for these two, Baba! Dave

oh yes the blushing...

tends to come with the territory ...

specially with the hotties ...

like dear Gotham and Shekar...

not to mention ...

anyway ...

as you were saying ...

they are vulcanos

showing up here and there ...

enough to ignite ...

HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

yes!!! yes!!! yes !!!...

yummy yummy

wild ...

boiling ...

throbbing !!!

oh the shyness ...

not sure how real actually is ...

as I simply never know ...

when I get bitten in my rear ...

BANG!!!!

and there I go ...

a vampire of sorts ...

No joking ...

oh there it comes ...

this beet flash heat ...

so ...

Oh yes ...

I can even recall my thoughts the first time I saw Gotham's picture ...

Looking at it in detail ...

line by line ...

with Shekhar ...

well...

there was a kind of shivering ...

too much electricity ...

NA NA NA

I better go very quiet ...

in case someone can read my thoughts ...

and yet ...

there it is ...

you have known it for 15 months !!!

no wonder I want to join a monastery ...

except that i am widly attracted to monks ...

you should see me in Ghandi's monument ...

walking down ...

silently ..

contemplative ...

till i saw a monk on the other side ...

and if I run after him ...

engaging somehow to find that he was a monk from Vietnam ...

I just want you to know that I love your robe... Can I take a picture ???

oh course he laughts ...

as if amused out of his skull ...

knowing ...

that I had find him irresistable !!!!

which means that I need to grow up and manage these throbbig leaks ...

or I will become known as BABA THE VAMPIRE !!!

WOW ...

that would be neat ...

as I love vampires...

nope .. no more ...

back to my cave ...

where I behave ...

kind off...

hummm

Baba-the-Vampiress: Seems to me that Sai Baba's recently taken some more flack over physical attractions; you'd better not go "tempt him" with more earthly desires-of-the flesh!

Funny, two huge hot-air balloons are now floating over the Rocky Mountains; I could swear that one has a "G" on it, and the other an "S!"

Do you think Gotham and Shekhar have just read your posts, and their egos might be floating heavenward?

And I've got to admit, Baba, it is a funny image to think of you strolling through one of the Lamasaries in Tibet, with a once-again-welcomed-home Dalai Lama wondering why all the monks' robes
seem to be levitating in the front, as you saunter by them! Dave

Dear Dave, thankyou for the compliment of showing your family my designs. Being as I display them openly, it is my joy to know they are appreciated for my efforts, to show the gifts given me...I say it without vanity of course; only that sometimes I am surprised as to why the gift was given to me...whome does not know what to do with them?.. so thankyou; knowing they are appreciated as spirit-visions, makes an artiste's relentless pursuit for a perfect picture....well worth it's strain of passion, and to constantly embers burning of inspired-aspiration; of those spirits whom pass through my life, surely influence the source!

With Appreciation,
North

argh, don't you just dread an error? I proof-read too.. honest!!

Please place a "keep" before embers burning, in the second last sentance.. for sensibility(blush.)

Oh my connection with Saibaba …

Nothing to do with worldly desires …

As he came to my life in ways which defy any human expression I got to know …

Strange to be told of these accusations …

In issues I always felt so strongly about …

To learn that not all is what it seems

Light an shadow dancing in unison

Calling me to burst ...

wide open …

And to serve

Without taking sides …

Of right or wrong …

A necessity …

To find Gods sanctuary …

right here ...

inside my heart ...

Oh yes … Do I think Gotham and Shekhar have just read my posts, and their egos might be floating heavenward?

Hummm

quite presumptions on my side ...

Nope …

laughing maybe …

But floating in heaven ???

Too much wisdom here

To take it soooooooooo personal …

specially when in truth ...

the attraction lives ....

with other presences in this forum ...

even if I must admit ...

Gotham and Shekhar have a perfume ...

hummm ...

no words I can add...

The balloons with a "G" on it, "S!"?????

Don’t get it …

Tell me more …
(what about ??? ……………..”

no no no

need some restrain here …

this law of attraction …

keeps getting me in my butt!!!

Learning to be more conscious …

Ai ai ai …

Yes …

The power of the other side …

Oh yes …

The ultimate vision “ strolling through one of the Lamasaries in Tibet, with a once-again-welcomed-home Dalai Lama wondering why all the monks' robes seem to be levitating in the front, as you saunter by them’

Need the zipper …

As I tell you …

It brings up …

The wildest of my fantasies …

And that’s it …

going to gym to work it all out !!!

Aloha Shekhar

I don’t know if you have viewed the movie, The Secret. The movie can viewed or order it online at http://thesecret.tv/home.html. First I loved how the movie talks to the body. It always takes about 24 hours for my mind follows. I loved in the movie how they shared; no one understands How manifestation or healing happens. The movie I felt touches the Soul the way the young man touched your Soul. The theater is always a temple to me. I love the thought of God being the accountant as the young man carries us into a state of gratitude.

love patty

HI Patty, The Secret is becoming all the rage!! They have a real nice website.

You can also get a peep here:

http://www.jiveguide.com/

Aloha North

They totally demonstrate the manifesting principle. If you haven't watched The Secert I suggest that you do. Creativity comes from another place and they not only tell viewer but show the viewer. It is magical. Ramtha shares awakening will be through science as it is the nemesis of the church. love patty

...relationship with God is like any other relationship, one must not have any expectations. But then this is a very loose explaination given to me by my mother - too many loopholes!!!

Shekhar: Aren't God's worshippers more inspiring than God?

@Patty--I have the DVD on my list of "wants" and will patiently wait for it to come either to our video store or library.

Love,
North

Dear Mr Kapur,

Maybe this young man's real disability was his inability to be with his ageing parents! Sometimes prayers do help immensely when you cannot physically run back to your mum or dad. May god grant him strength and prosperity!

God's temple ...

often showing up...

in deranged displays ...

who am I ...

in this looking

from his eyes ???

how paradoxical

and yet

how phenomenally simple

when we choose to meet it

with the heart of a new dawn ...

yesterday in the early morning

I was talking to my friend

who is muslim,

about the mystery

surrounding the suicide of an african man

who hanged himself in the toilet ...

in the backyard of her home ...

"I was so very happy .. she tells me

after my retreat in London ...

with DADA from India ...

where she taught us about the true meaning of love ...

which including loving someone like Bush ...

How can it be??? we asked

why not ???

how can we love when we judge those who need us the most???

It touch me so profoundly ...she says ...

and now this ...

the call for you to rise above .. to look at it symbolically ...as a gift of this man's soul to yours ...

as you rise in status with your new position where are you hanging yourself that you need to own and to let go???

the ego versus the soul's call ...

the gift for your birthday ...

the 99 qualities of Allah ...

the call of the Mystics ...

when in truth ...

so many are dying with despair ...

and are calling you ...

I felt the tighness ....

noticing the flashing ...

of my own unexplainable events ...

the power of the mystery ...

at times

leaving me dememted ...

and yet ...

there comes the miracle ...

as I had a new client in the afternoon ...

recommended by a cousin of my dear friend ...

and what happens ???

she brings with her a 4 month old baby boy ... who was fast asleep ...

till I played the music "angel love" ...

to notice how suddenly his all body come forward

his eyes so wide open and focused on me

it was as if time came to a stand still ...

an intensity so strong I wondered who was now showing up in my room ...

His mother picked him up and sat him on her lap ...

without ever leting go of his absolute focus on me ...

as if he was telling me ...

I adore this symbolic sight you are talking about ... keep on ... as I am all hears ...

so very funny

and so profoundly burning ...

as I realized it was as if he was holding the inside of me ...

where in truth ...

words seem to have no meaning ....

as we are born ...

for creation ...

in inocence ...

that allows for each moment ...

without any holding back ...

as I found myself dancing with his energy ...

with wonder ...

in my heart ...

from this intense focus

to the changing of his nappy ...

the breast feeding ...

and the soothing of his tummy ...

carrying him in my arms ...

aware of the hurting ...

with the constriction of a passing wind ...

to face his intense look and very straight back ...

as if on a mission of sorts...

"he is an exceptional strong spirit " I told his mother ... "just like you ..."

I feel so blessed ...

for the grace of this most unusual visit ...

a reminder ...

of the power of love ...

that trancends ...

in this case ...

this little boy has been "betrayed" by his father (an abusive man ) and both grandparents ...

who rejected his upcoming ...

as he is the son of a coloured man...

and yet as I looked at his mother ...

I knew ...

She has what it takes...

to support his soul ...

to fly high above...

as she stopped me abruptly at some point to tell me ...

I love your garden ... It is inviting me to go up and explore what is there .. on the other side ... oh .. is that an eagle ??? my favorite symbol ...

God's trickery never stops surprising me ...

just when I need it ...

leaving me so very light ...

I know ...

I was visited by an angel ...

I am an agnost. I would most certainly be a non believer if not for others who believe in God!
I have often visited temples just to see the incredible devotion and belief on people's countenance.
The half minute they spend in front of the deity closing their eyes and shutting off the noise of the crowd and connect with something in which they believe, and lose all the burden they are carrying with them, although just for that half a minute - it has moved me!