I have always felt a strong connection with Anandamayi Ma, seeing my first picture of her almost 20 years ago. In 2007 while traveling to Pune KD Babukishan arranged to go to Anandamayi Ma’s Mandir in Pune.
On arrival at the Mandir only a few people were at the temple what caught my eye was the lone women standing at the altar discussing something with Maa, she was pleading waving her hands as if Anandamayi Ma where right there.
I settled myself on the floor and fell into an ecstatic bliss of pure Gold a heart yearning for this deep connection to Maa. To me it is a rare feeling I had felt very few times in the past, I can recall this feeling a few times when I was at Saint Catherine of the healing metal in Paris, they were singing Ava Marie. I felt this in other Kali Temples thoughout the Kali Beri in Delhi, Kali Ghat, Dakinishwar Temple, Anandamayi Ma in Haridwar, and other places of shakti.
There is a Kali temple in Mumbai whose head Pujari is a man dressed in a Sari. Babu warned me before we went he said this is really powerful be prepared and to just be really respectful. The temple is run by men dressed as women called Hijra, inside this temple is a huge rock that taking up almost the whole temple there is just enough room to walk around the circumference of this rock. It is very powerful a wild difficult to handle shakti and it does not dissipate after a few days, this energy stays with one for awhile I can understand how one could possibly go crazy if not prepared. I felt very comfortable with these people because I too felt like an outsider in India. As a white women married to an Indian man, I thought everybody was into Om Yoga Shanti peaceful, my experience in India was one of racism, some do not like to see a white women with an Indian man? India is a very complicated and complex not to ever be confused with being a Canadian and Canada. I am grateful and have visited many temple in Mumbai.. I will write more later.. Jai maaaaaa
Anandamayi Ma Samadhi Mandir, outside of Haridwar.. sweet bliss!
Babu always knew where to go and they knew him at all the temples. The Kali Beri in Delhi.. or Kali Ghat and the Dakshinswar Temple in Kolkata. Yes of course they knew him there as he was a Ramakrishna Monk for 12 years. You see Babu grew up on Maa’s doorstep in a village in Bengal India. His grandfather Nabani Das Khyappa Baul and grandmother raised him until he was 8 they he was sent to the Ramakrishna Mission in Kolkata to live as a Vedic Monk in a really tough sadhana until after his 12 standard.
While in the village with his grandfather a Baul Guru and Kali Sadhaka at Tarapith, who is a Vaishnava Baul. The Vaishnavism coming out of the west can not understand how one can be a Vaishanava and a Kali Sadhaka, the reason being this is India, it is not a monotheistic thought or linear way of being especially for those rare Indians who are from an oral tradition. An oral tradition is not a book tradition in the oral traditions of India, everything was heard, remember and passed on through the sacred language called Sanskrit. Nabani Das Baul knew Sanskrit he knew all the stories of Radha and Krishna they were passed onto him through Sanskrit for thousands of years. These sacred stories were not read in as in the book traditions of personal opinions. The translations are mere seeds of higher philosophy. As I am learning so much of what is passing off as tradition outside of India is speculation.
The authentic Vaishnava is so different from what has come to the West, the new age version has been monotheied and colonized to fit into the mold of a few men.
And yes again I felt that sweet bliss on arriving at Anandmayi Maaa’s Samadhi Mandir in Kankhal Haridwar although at that point I must say they were expecting their special guest one Krishnendu to arrive with an Indian wife.. not a white wife, this is a story onto itself one I never expected. To my surprise even today I can still hear ringing through my ear after asking what did she say, the head didi of the temple said, “Krishnendu you did not tell us your wife was a foreigner, you know how Maa felt about foreigners, it is hard to believe but this is something I encountered many times in India, being raised a Canadian or perhaps in the family I was raised in I never ever saw colour, or thought about racism. Maa will melt it all away and who cares anyhow I am a yogi big deal.
In Maa’s temples, and churches I feel the same thing there is only one maa, she is real, loving and with me always..
Jai maaaaa I yearn to be in that place, in that space, it is God/dess intoxicating and when you get there all time is lost, the outside world just melts away. Yet here I am time is running my life I want to be there yet my life is here. I understand Maa knows everything and there is a reason for everything that happens. Jai Kali, Laxshmi, Saraswati, Radha, Durga, Mary.. all are Maaaaaaaaa.. Jai Maaaa
On arrival at the Mandir only a few people were at the temple what caught my eye was the lone women standing at the altar discussing something with Maa, she was pleading waving her hands as if Anandamayi Ma where right there.
I settled myself on the floor and fell into an ecstatic bliss of pure Gold a heart yearning for this deep connection to Maa. To me it is a rare feeling I had felt very few times in the past, I can recall this feeling a few times when I was at Saint Catherine of the healing metal in Paris, they were singing Ava Marie. I felt this in other Kali Temples thoughout the Kali Beri in Delhi, Kali Ghat, Dakinishwar Temple, Anandamayi Ma in Haridwar, and other places of shakti.
There is a Kali temple in Mumbai whose head Pujari is a man dressed in a Sari. Babu warned me before we went he said this is really powerful be prepared and to just be really respectful. The temple is run by men dressed as women called Hijra, inside this temple is a huge rock that taking up almost the whole temple there is just enough room to walk around the circumference of this rock. It is very powerful a wild difficult to handle shakti and it does not dissipate after a few days, this energy stays with one for awhile I can understand how one could possibly go crazy if not prepared. I felt very comfortable with these people because I too felt like an outsider in India. As a white women married to an Indian man, I thought everybody was into Om Yoga Shanti peaceful, my experience in India was one of racism, some do not like to see a white women with an Indian man? India is a very complicated and complex not to ever be confused with being a Canadian and Canada. I am grateful and have visited many temple in Mumbai.. I will write more later.. Jai maaaaaa
Anandamayi Ma Samadhi Mandir, outside of Haridwar.. sweet bliss!
Babu always knew where to go and they knew him at all the temples. The Kali Beri in Delhi.. or Kali Ghat and the Dakshinswar Temple in Kolkata. Yes of course they knew him there as he was a Ramakrishna Monk for 12 years. You see Babu grew up on Maa’s doorstep in a village in Bengal India. His grandfather Nabani Das Khyappa Baul and grandmother raised him until he was 8 they he was sent to the Ramakrishna Mission in Kolkata to live as a Vedic Monk in a really tough sadhana until after his 12 standard.
While in the village with his grandfather a Baul Guru and Kali Sadhaka at Tarapith, who is a Vaishnava Baul. The Vaishnavism coming out of the west can not understand how one can be a Vaishanava and a Kali Sadhaka, the reason being this is India, it is not a monotheistic thought or linear way of being especially for those rare Indians who are from an oral tradition. An oral tradition is not a book tradition in the oral traditions of India, everything was heard, remember and passed on through the sacred language called Sanskrit. Nabani Das Baul knew Sanskrit he knew all the stories of Radha and Krishna they were passed onto him through Sanskrit for thousands of years. These sacred stories were not read in as in the book traditions of personal opinions. The translations are mere seeds of higher philosophy. As I am learning so much of what is passing off as tradition outside of India is speculation.
The authentic Vaishnava is so different from what has come to the West, the new age version has been monotheied and colonized to fit into the mold of a few men.
And yes again I felt that sweet bliss on arriving at Anandmayi Maaa’s Samadhi Mandir in Kankhal Haridwar although at that point I must say they were expecting their special guest one Krishnendu to arrive with an Indian wife.. not a white wife, this is a story onto itself one I never expected. To my surprise even today I can still hear ringing through my ear after asking what did she say, the head didi of the temple said, “Krishnendu you did not tell us your wife was a foreigner, you know how Maa felt about foreigners, it is hard to believe but this is something I encountered many times in India, being raised a Canadian or perhaps in the family I was raised in I never ever saw colour, or thought about racism. Maa will melt it all away and who cares anyhow I am a yogi big deal.
In Maa’s temples, and churches I feel the same thing there is only one maa, she is real, loving and with me always..
Jai maaaaa I yearn to be in that place, in that space, it is God/dess intoxicating and when you get there all time is lost, the outside world just melts away. Yet here I am time is running my life I want to be there yet my life is here. I understand Maa knows everything and there is a reason for everything that happens. Jai Kali, Laxshmi, Saraswati, Radha, Durga, Mary.. all are Maaaaaaaaa.. Jai Maaaa
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