September 16, 2009 A Healing Ardas is scheduled for this morning. I smoothed my sadhana into an efficient exercise in loving preparation, attuning my consciousness to each Guru so as to open their phone lines to our conference call. So deeply did we go that there were no thoughts about it—all is in God and Gurus’ Hands.
These sessions, more than anything else I do, cement my projection with the Gurus in perfect alignment, removing doubt, fear, distrust and the need for control. One with them, my "Me" and "Me" are naturally out of the way. There is nothing sad about this process, no sense of loss, only great joy to have such blissful, gallant cohorts!
This joy was passed on to the woman that received the Healing Ardas, opening her love for the Gurus and their loving ways that equalled and surpassed her expectations. The Gurus have been working through her all of her life, as a divine mother, healer and angel of God. She is a retriever of lost souls, restoring fallen roses, whom she revives with Divine Love to be blessed with subtle fragrance in eternal bloom.
The Gurus are serving our souls in collaboration with all people of the world and all spirits in heaven to bring heaven on the earth in this new age. It is a seemingly insurmountable task, given the perverted nature of our worldly attachments, which mislead even those profoundly on the spiritual path! Many, many earthly angels are needed to restore fallen roses.
Guru's Hukam for the day from the Golden Temple of Amritsar:
Jaitsree, The Word Of The Devotees, SGGS page 710:
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
O my Lord and Master, I know nothing.
My mind has sold out, and is in Maya's hands. ||1||Pause||
You are called the Lord and Master, the Guru of the World. I am called a lustful being of the Dark Age of Kali Yuga. ||1||
The five vices have corrupted my mind.
Moment by moment, they lead me further away from the Lord. ||2||
Wherever I look, I see loads of pain and suffering. I do not have faith, even though the Vedas bear witness to the Lord. ||3||
Shiva cut off Brahma's head, and Gautam's wife and the Lord Indra
mated; Brahma's head got stuck to Shiva's hand, and Indra came to bear
the marks of a thousand female organs. ||4||
These demons have fooled, bound and destroyed me.
I am very shameless - even now, I am not tired of them. ||5||
Says Ravi Daas, what am I to do now? Without the Sanctuary of the Lord's Protection, who else's should I seek? ||6||1||
In the golden early evening light I stepped outside to take photographs
of the geese and ducks milling calmly apart, yet together, in the
farmyard. Clicking away, I saw a small puff of gold scurry in front of
the coop fence, startling the ducks. It was Fauna, perfectly at home,
heading back to her sanctuary there. Flash hopped out from behind the
coop to find Fauna, only to have her to dash away around the corner,
circling around the coop, ever out of reach. Fauna is too young to mate
and presently wants nothing to do with his male hormones.
Guru Har Rai answered my prayer and brought her back to us, restoring fallen roses. Perhaps she
was never gone, never truly separated in the first place. She has
grown up in confrontations with Flash, geese and ducks, and is no longer
simply the sweet trusting bundle that sat calmly on my lap two days
ago. Rather she is in a natural space of attunement, whatever her
surroundings.
