Archive for July, 2007

posted by Kamala on Jul 30

Dearest Friends and Family,

We wanted to share this with all of you. This is the only direction open to us, otherwise, our existence will be a never ending nightmare. What follows is a poem written by Swami Vivekananda, in New York in 1895. You may recall that Vivekananda was the Sanatan Dharma’s first Spiritual Ambassador to the west in recent history. [ Sanatan Dharma means Eternal Truth - the name that Indian's gave their religion. The British, with their unfortunately woeful ways of pronunciation, had followed the Persian epithet - Hindu. As I understand it, the word Hindu is another mispronunciation by the Persians, who found the Indian people living on the side of the Sindhu river, but had difficulty pronouncing 'S''s. So, they called those people Hindus, their language - Hindi, and the British followed suit with 'Hindu-ism'. We do see that the ancient Zorastrians worshipped the same aspects of God mentioned in the Rig Veda, for example- Surya - which Persians called, Hurya, etc. I don't know why I mentioned all this. I must be in a chatty mood.]

When in the USA, Vivekananda gave a fantastic speech at the Chicago Conference of Religious Liberals - the Parliament of World Religions, the same year that he wrote this poem. The deep common sense that he was able to evoke among the people there, caused great interest to grow in the US towards the metaphysical sciences of India. 100 years later, in 1995, Amma addressed the same yearly gathering. I think Her talk then was called, Unity is Peace, not certain on that though. Please pray for us, we need your prayers to find the Reality, where our Anni abides.

Loving you, Kamala - poem follows.

Song of the Sannyasin, by Swami Vivekananda, 1895

Wake up the note! The song that had its birth
far off, where worldy taint could never reach,
In mountain caves, and glades of forest deep,
Whose calm no sign for lust or wealth or fame,
Could ever dare to break, where rolled the stream
Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both,
Sing high that note, Sannyasin bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down,
Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore
Love, hate - good, bad - and all that dual throng
Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free,
For fetters though of gold, are not less strong to bind,
Then off with them, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat Om!”

Let darkeness go, will-o’-the wisp that leads
With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom
This thirst for life, for ever quench, it drags
From birth to dath, and death to birth, the Soul
He conquers all who conqers self. Know this
And never yeild, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat Om!”

“Who sows must reap,” they say, “and cause must bring
The sure effect, good, good, bad, bad; and none
Escape the law. But whoso wears a form
Must wear the chain.” Too ture, but far beyond
Both name and form is Atman, ever free.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

They know not truth, who dream such vacant dreams
As father, mother, children, wife and friend.
The sexless Self! Whose father He? Whose child?
Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One?
The Self is all in all, none else exists;
And Thou art That, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat Om!”

There is but One - The Free - The Knower - Self!
Without a name, without a form or stain,
In Him is Maya, dreaming all this dream.
The Witness. He appears as nature, soul.
Know thou art that, Sannyasin Bold!
Say - “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world
Nor that, can give. IN books and temples vain
Thy search. Thine only is that hand that holds”
The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament,
Let go thy hold, Sannyasin bold! Say -
“OmTat Sat, Om!”

Say, “Peace to all! From me no danger be
To aught that lives. In those that dwell on high,
In those that lowly creep. I am the Self in all!
All life both here and there, do I renounce,
All heavens, and earths and hells, all hopes and fears.”
Then cut thy bonds. Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Heed then no more how body lives or goes,
Its task is done. Let Karma float it down,
Let one put garlands on, another kick
This frame; say naught. No praise or blame can be”
Where praiser, praise, and blamer, blamed are - one.
Thus be thou calm, Sannuasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed
Of gain reside. No man who thinks of woman
As his wife can ever perfect be;
Nor he who owns the least or things, nor he
Whom anger chains, can ever pass thro’ Maya’s gates.
So give these up, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Have thou no home. What home can hold thee, Friend?
The sky thy roof, the grass thy bed, and food,
What chance may bring, well cokked or ill, judge not.
No food or drink can taint that noble Self
Which knows Itself. Like rolling river free
Thou ever be, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Few only know the truth. Ther est will hate
And laugh at thee, great one, but pay no heed.
Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help
Them out of darkness, Maya’s veil. Without
The fear of pain or search for pleasure, go
Beyond them both, Sannyasin Bold! Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Thus, day by day, till Karma’s powers spent
Release the soul for ever. No more is birth,
Nor I, nor thou, nor God, nor man. The ‘I’
Has All become, the All is ‘I’ and Bliss
Know thou art that, Sannyasin Bold!” Say -
“Om Tat Sat, Om!”

posted by Kamala on Jul 24

Dearest Friends and Family,

We are back here in MD, at Uncle Jeff and Grandma’s house after a 10 day visit to CT and Boston areas, where we attended Amma’s program and retreat in Marlboro, Mass. We stayed at Priya Raji and Uncle Vaidya Atree’s home in Salem CT, where we first began attending weekly satsangs in CT back in 1997. . Now the weekly satsang is held at her Sister Renuka’s family - Uncle Shridhar and daughter Viday’s home for the past several years. Its a satsang group that meets once a week, does archana, sings bhajans, and eats together, out of love for Amma. Its a heart satsang, not part of the ‘official’ network. Everyone participates, gets to lead a bhajan, and offer the lamp during the arati. It has more than quadrupled in size since we began going in 1997. It is hallmarked by inclusiveness and love, as well as a subtle thread of Vedic culture, and delicious foods… In many ways, the satsang becomes a big support group for ‘living in that effort’ eg. in the spirit of ‘ashram’ throughout the week, as the emotional and material needs of the members are often addressed with loving concern by Raji and family. We went to satsang and met the newer members on Saturday. It is hard to be around hearts that care deeply…we share the great loss.

We visited the house where Anni was born and grew up till 9 years of age….it was sad. The property has been neglected, and many of the things that she had dreams about - certain lilac bushes being taken down, etc., were proven true. Big trees have fallen, and a large hall we had once built to house a school or a darshan is in sad shape….

We saw Amma in DC and in Boston. What to say? We feel very sad. There is a thrumming joy in a mother’s heart that plays always inside when our children are alive, no matter how great the other miseries may be. Death shows us its music was there.

We have uploaded some pictures of our last days in California at San Ramon and with Sarah at Marin park, north up the coast from San Francisco. In Boston, we met Murali- see the photo album…over the years we have worked on lots of songs for Amma together. He is an amazing child prodigy in flute. He wants to help with Anni’s album. Hearts that love Anni are homes for us. We can relax there, in them.

We are now trying to prepare for departure to India August 2., although I haven’t seen the tix yet.

For Link and I now, the rest of our lives is preparation for leaving. We only want to do things to spread the ideals of our little family that our precious Anni embodied to perfection, to know, find and connect to her in everything everywhere.

If Link can scan them in, we will put up some newpaper photos of all of us taken when Anni was a very young girl and some other photos, that we found here of Anni before we went to India.

Note from Link: Everything’s up there in the Photo Album:

Our Anni

Loving you all,

Kamala Aunty, Anni (always) and Link

posted by Kamala on Jul 5

Dearest Friends and Family,

We need to discuss Anni’s Care Fund. We know that many of you have contributed to ACF.   The fund was begun through the generous instigation of dear friends who feared for us financially, knowing how little money we have.   We initially intended to use it for Anni’s medication and medical care if needed.  As we were using nutritional therapies,  and Anni refused all pain medication from April 2, 2007,  we did not use the money in the Fund.  It has a little over $2000.two thousand at present.
In the last few days of Anni’s life here,  we discussed what we would do, once she was finally better.  Before getting sick,  Anni had wanted to study medicine, and help people as a doctor.  Her suffering was so much for all of us, and the months of absorption  with her pain, the experiences with the medical - pharmaceutical - legal world,  right down to the Gerson practitioner dumping her as a patient,  had the impact of making us all sick of the process,  the medical world as a whole.  We all three decided that in the future, Anni would move towards music and children and joy.

We are trying to figure out how to do this.  We want to use the money to help the helpless and despairing,  with joy in some way.  We will discuss it with Amma,  but we would also like your suggestions.  God works through everyone.   Please give your ideas in the comments.

Loving you,

Kamala

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