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Kalavati's Letters |
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Jan. 04, 2005 So much has happened..... When the first wave hit, the local electrical maintence young man, I forgot his name... he climbed the power pole out of the water, and paused in prayer,and pulled the ashram switch.(A friend watched this) He was gloveless, normally wears thick leather gloves. He then called the state hydro authority, and told them water was in the village and more was coming and to shut off power to the island. Amazingly they believed him and shut it off, saving the lives of those remaining. Apparently 3,000 ashram people were supposed to die... When the water came into the ashram grounds, Amma took
off Her sari and Dress, remaining in Her cotton slip,
laid it on the water and told everyone "don't touch
it"...It was an offering to the ocean, She then touched
the water to Her forehead and heart and back to the
water again in blessing and respect. At that point the
water started to recede.Swami ran and got a shawl then someone got a swim costume for her, which you see in the photos.
The handler of the sacred cows couldn't get the cows
into the temple at Amma's
orders, to save them, Christian, who knew only horses,a large man from Vancouver, was
told to treat them as horses, grabbed them by the
horns and got them up the many marble steps to the temple.
He was covered in cow urine and dung. Amma came to
him, he was feeling unworthy as dirty, Amma placed Her
hands on his heart.Christian told Cory this...
When the sacred cows were in the temple Amma laughed and said Cow Bhava! Cow! Bhava! It was to be Devi Bhava that day. It did get many hundreds more people to the ashram that day.
A woman I had dinner with told me she was in her room when it hit. She was told to come down but didn't know what happened. She could only think of getting her passport. She was standing there on the porch, eyes closed wondering what to do and a voice said "passport come later" someone gently grabbed her elbow, it was Amma guiding her on...
So many wonderful stories, I'm sure a book will be written about it. I was chopping veggies and washing pumpkin seeds (nothing is wasted)when a woman, Chatania came passing out puja prasad. my hands were mucky , so I held my mouth open like a baby bird. She dropped a spoonful in . Immediatly I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I cried , for being there, for being able to do seva, for the blessed prasad, I was in bliss for a couple of hours. I thought of the movie "like water for chocolate" but realized it was joy and gratitude, not sorrow I was tearing into the seeds...
I got darshan the day before. As I was about to receive darshan an english woman was in Amma's lap and a local man was talking at length to Amma. I started to tear, then cry, then sob.. I didn't know why, I felt fine...
As Amma pulled me to Her I let Her have it. After, a friend told me the man was telling Amma about losing his home and family, obviously I was transmuting his pain...
All of the people I came with have gone, my roomies from tips are gone, but I have many friends here.
I'm going to ask Amma if it is more important for me to do work at home or here...I could move here and buy a flat in a heart beat, once my obligations are done....
Ok I think that's all for now. Always wonderful new stories.
I am well, happy, even through my tears of joy.
I feel wonderful. David sent me another address of new photos. I'll try to cut and paste. That's where I lost yesterday's letter... Argh Here 's the pics: http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/corkytraveler/album?.dir=/3180&.src=ph&.tok=phhqPSCBcuxe8xYn Yahoo! it worked, Blessings, Kalavati |
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