Shri Mataji Arrives in India...

Departing from Australia on Easter day:









After a brief stopover in Singapore...

Arriving to a joyous Mumbai crowd


Welcome to India, the land of Kundalini!

New Sahaja Yoga Book

This one is by Uncle Nigel Powell from UK. A yogi told me how amazingly well written is this British yogi's book. Can't wait to read it.

Sahasrara Puja Invitation Announced

The invitation for Sahasrara Puja Seminar in the UK has been announced. (Read the complete invite here).

When & Where: May the 5th, 6th and 7th at Chalfont Heights Scout Camp, Denham Lane, Chalfont St Peter, Buckinghamshire, SL9 0QJ. T

Hosts: Austria, The Czech Republic, Germany, Hungary, Slovakia, Slovenia and The United Kingdom

Seminar Website: http://www.syuk.org/registration

10th Anniversary of Vashi Hospital

The International Sahaja Yoga Research and Health Centre (Vashi hospital) celebrated its 10th Anniversary (19th February 2006). Exactly a decade back on the auspicious day of 19th of February 1996 our Beloved Mother H.H.Shri Mataji blessed and inaugurated this Research project as a Gift to the Humanity. Although localition of this Centre is CBD, Belapur, Navi Mumbai but it popularly came to be known as “Vashi Hospital” by the yogis and yoginis worldwide. The entire campus of this Health centre was beautifully decorated... (Complete Story)

Happy New Year

Yes, in March. The festival is known by many names in various parts of India: Gudi Padawa (Maharashtra), Ugadi (South), Rama Navami (Central, North) and more.

Sahaja Yogis also observe Gudi Padawa each year with a puja and this year it was the Aussies who had the privilege of being with Her Holiness Shri Mataji on this auspicious occasion.

Here is some breaking news from visitors to Australia:

We have just arrived back from a beautiful evening at Mother's house. As yesterday was the first day of the new year by the Shalivahana calendar, the yogis from regional NSW were invited on behalf of all the yogis to offer a small puja to Mother this evening. It began with the traditional offering of a shawl to mark the occasion of the new year, followed by some very lively and joyful bhajans. We then had the opportunity to stand and offer aarti to Mother. I'm sure that the photos of this evening will soon be on the website!

Yessir! We await the photos surely.

Here is one from Birthday Puja in Sydney:

Here is a nice dedication from a Yogini on this auspicious occasion:

The Queen of Heaven

When I was but a child I first saw the Queen of Heaven
She stood swathed in silken garb with golden hue
Her face it shone towards me with love and light
I will come and I will protect you is what She said to me
And She did come and She did protect me.

When I was still a child I saw the Queen of Heaven once more
She stood upon the Earth ringed in fiery glow
My fear was for my heavenly Mother but She turned and said
I am your Mother I will allow no harm to come to you or me
I fell at Her Feet and prayed I never had to leave

I am older now and the world intrudes
My Mother still protects me and loves me more
But what of me, am I still at my Mothers Feet
I may not be constant and I may not be perfect but
She is within my heart and She is the soul of me.

Auriol Williams

History of the Poem:

The first verse is based on this experience:
She was wearing the same sari as in my dream
Before I met Shri Mataji, my parents and I were going through a very rough patch in our lives. I was five at the time. I had a dream that an Indian lady, who I later discovered was Shri Mataji, was standing at the prow of this\n barge and She was looking towards me. I was not in the barge. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll come and get you soon,’ She said with great love in Her eyes, in the dream. She was wearing a sari which had spots on it and I remembered it very clearly. My parents went to meet Shri Mataji down in London. I didn’t go down because we were living in Scotland at the time. However, Mother came up to our house with a lot of the Sahaja Yogis from London. My parents had come back before and told me that Shri Mataji was coming. When She arrived, Her car pulled up and it was a Mercedes. I remember Her getting out of the car and She was wearing exactly the same sari as She had been wearing in the dream, so I knew exactly who She was. Auriol Williams The second verse is based on this experience: I am the fire Once in Shri Mataji’s house in Brompton Square, London, which was being redecorated, Mother was walking around and directing people. She would tell us where paintings and other decorations were to go and what colour this door or that window frame was to be\n painted.",1]
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Before I met Shri Mataji, my parents and I were going through a very rough patch in our lives. I was five at the time. I had a dream that an Indian lady, who I later discovered was Shri Mataji, was standing at the prow of this barge and She was looking towards me. I was not in the barge.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll come and get you soon,’ She said with great love in Her eyes, in the dream. She was wearing a sari which had spots on it and I remembered it very clearly.
My parents went to meet Shri Mataji down in London. I didn’t go down because we were living in Scotland at the time. However, Mother came up to our house with a lot of the Sahaja Yogis from London. My parents had come back before and told me that Shri Mataji was coming. When She arrived, Her car pulled up and it was a Mercedes. I remember Her getting out of the car and She was wearing exactly the same sari as She had been wearing in the dream, so I knew exactly who She was.
Auriol Williams

The second verse is based on this experience:
I am the fire
Once in Shri Mataji’s house in Brompton Square, London, which was being redecorated, Mother was walking around and directing people. She would tell us where paintings and other decorations were to go and what colour this door or that window frame was to be painted.
Auriol Williams It was a mess to begin with. One always has to make a mess to create a house. One day, Mother was wearing a synthetic nylon sari and walking around amid the rubble and dust. I was in a room where some people were making plaster moldings to go on cornices. Some other people had been working in the room too and someone had left a blowtorch burning. It was pointing into the middle of the room and Mother walked in. Linda\n Williams Shri Mataji, wearing a highly inflammable nylon sari, walked towards the blowtorch and, as She passed very close to it, the flame leapt right out of the nozzle and went completely around Shri Mataji two or three times, forming a ring a few centimetres away from the sari. Auriol Williams She appeared not to see\n the torch and walked straight in front of it. A flame leapt out of the torch, then went round Her synthetic sari below knee height in a blue ring, then back into the torch. While all this was happening, I was horrified and took a dive across the room to move the torch. I landed in an undignified heap at Mother’s Feet. ",1]
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Auriol Williams

It was a mess to begin with. One always has to make a mess to create a house. One day, Mother was wearing a synthetic nylon sari and walking around amid the rubble and dust. I was in a room where some people were making plaster moldings to go on cornices. Some other people had been working in the room too and someone had left a blowtorch burning. It was pointing into the middle of the room and Mother walked in.
Linda Williams

Shri Mataji, wearing a highly inflammable nylon sari, walked towards the blowtorch and, as She passed very close to it, the flame leapt right out of the nozzle and went completely around Shri Mataji two or three times, forming a ring a few centimetres away from the sari.
Auriol Williams

She appeared not to see the torch and walked straight in front of it. A flame leapt out of the torch, then went round Her synthetic sari below knee height in a blue ring, then back into the torch. While all this was happening, I was horrified and took a dive across the room to move the torch. I landed in an undignified heap at Mother’s Feet.
Linda Williams When we realized what had happened, we looked up in amazement to find Shri Mataji smiling down at us. ‘I am the fire,\n how could it hurt Me?’ Shri Mataji said, and She went on Her way to supervise putting in some pipes in the next room. Auriol Williams

Linda Williams

When we realized what had happened, we looked up in amazement to find Shri Mataji smiling down at us. ‘I am the fire, how could it hurt Me?’ Shri Mataji said, and She went on Her way to supervise putting in some pipes in the next room.
Auriol Williams