Grace of Mother Mary, BTW in April 2010

 

Dear friends,  I would like to share with you the loving experience of our BTW in Muscat last Friday (April 8th). It was a great joy to have the chance to host dear Dr. Samata as our our guest in Muscat.         

Since she too was initiated into Shaktipat by Mohanji, and this being her first actual Shaktipat giving experience, I suggested that this time I will simply meditate with others, while Dr. Deepali and Dr. Samata should perform the Shaktipat (that was my unique opportunity). 🙂          

As soon as we started the meditation, I felt an instant and strong connection with Mohanji – tremendous build up of energy around the third eye. At one point, the heaviness of the body and “stone statue” effect hinted the presence of the amazing spiritual giant, Mahavatar Babaji, who has been showering us with blessings lately.          

At that exact time, Dr. Deepali gave me Shaktipat – it felt like a very, very heavy male hand, with the effect that intensified the “stone statue” sensation manifold. I was ‘frozen’, with no thoughts, no movement of any sort.     

The next thing I recall after some time was a warm, loving Shaktipat which made my heart expand – it was like a flower petal, which lifted me (the ‘frozen statue’) upward and brought about the most loving, motherly sensation of lightness. My entire being was rejoicing! That was Dr. Samata’s hand.          

 

I was amazed how strikingly different and profound both Shaktipats were – indeed, that evening a new dimension of BTW was revealed to me. Shaktipat is so sacred and the way it works remains a mystery – at times I wonder whether I am worthy of being its instrument…          

After the 2nd Shaktipat, I went so deep that coming out of meditation was extremely difficult. I would have given anything to remain in that state for some time more..  Eyes were sealed, body motionless, awareness expanded, heart exploding with Love…. With great struggle, I first moved one hand, then the other, and finally, after some time more, managed to open the eyes.          

As I observed the expressions of the people around me, I could tell that all were kind of  “stoned” and were still digesting the experience…          

 

 I enjoyed the experience so much that suddenly a great joy overwhelmed me – I became the same old ‘bubbly Biba’ as we all shared our experiences. I was glad to hear that I was not the only one who “took off”, i.e. went so deep.          

Sudeep was still in a trance-like state and was not behaving like himself. He gave a few crisp statements about Dr. Samata and I both being very close to Mother Mary during the time of Jesus Christ (this was only a confirmation of the insights I received during past life regression in 2008..). He said that, at first, he thought it was me giving him Shaktipat and then only realized a subtle difference, but great similiarity between the two, and understood it was Dr. Samata.          

 

 I was looking at Dr.  Samata with so much love while Sudeep was sharing this, because, deep in my heart I knew that what he was saying was true. I could even see Mother Mary in her and that really touched me. She then shared that she felt ‘complete merging’ with me while giving me Shaktipat, and also felt very strong connection with Sudeep (above whom she even saw Mahavatar Babaji at the time of Shaktipat), and with Moushami, Dr. Deepali’s daughter, who is another sweet soul with Mother Mary connection.         

 

 I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, especially because it now became clear to me why Dr. Samata did something completely out of the way for me, a total stranger at that time, when I was experiencing the bottom of my financial crisis in Dubai two years ago.          

I will briefly share that story with you now:          

In short, I reached a point at which I had no money, got kicked out of the temporary accommodation without prior notice, and simply had nowhere to go – the experience was agonizing. Moreover, Mohanji was in India at that time and I had nobody to turn to – I felt helpless. I asked a few friends whether they had a guest room to offer me as a temporary solution, but it so happened that, at that time, nobody had one available, and the only answer I would get was “Sorry, but….”          

Then Dr. Manjari told me about her friend, Dr. Samata, who was at that time living in the posh area of Dubai (Dubai Marina) and who, without any hesitation, offered me a room in her apartment on the 46th floor. In disbelief, I moved into a room covered with glass, with the most stunning view of Dubai.           

 

  As a result of this most unusual encounter, Dr. Samata got introduced to Mohanji and connected with him very deeply. Two years later, as it often happens on the spiritual path full of ups and downs that make us grow, Dr. Samata faced her own challenges of life and moved into another apartment, this time in Mumbai. And it so happened that the first guest she hosted in that apartment was Mohanji (during his last visit to Mumbai).          

Moreover, the wellbeing workshop that she recently conducted in Muscat was her first corporate workshop abroad – the person who picked her up from the airport was, again, Mohanji. 🙂          

Sudeep, (who also, like Mohanji,  lived in the time of Jesus, intensely connected with the Master), was happy to see Dr. Samata ‘shifting gears’ and becoming successful in her work internationally – and we all met at BTW last Friday, celebrating our soul connection in this most profound way.          

What a divine story – even Holly/Bollywood directors can’t match the plot.         

I don’t know whether you had this experience, but there is something so sweet about meeting people with whom we were connected deeply in previous lifetimes – no words are needed, no big intros. Through the eyes, the ‘window of the soul’, we recognize/remember so much – even the birth and death cycle and all the wordly Maya can’t nullify the soul connections – that what is genuine, of true Love, is never lost…          

 

 With deep love and bright light from my heart to yours,          

Biba