Kent and I attended the tiny Bluff Point Catholic primary school near Geraldton WA. Both sides of our family were Catholic. I remember getting dressed up for my first ‘holy communion’. New clothes, shoes, shiny prayer book, a solemn ceremony, but no more than that. Any expectations or hopes of religious experience were not fulfilled.
Following my father’s death in 1969 I began in earnest at my own “Seeking”. I had awoken to my father’s conditioning in me and realised that so far I was only fulfilling his ideas and ideals, and that was a shock. I was not happy, and was not sure what could make me happy. Or indeed what ‘happiness’ its self really meant.
So I had no doubt at all that this was what it professed to be. I knew, but I don’t know, I can’t communicate, how profound it was. It was hyper emotional and meaningful, and all consuming. I believe I have been a Seeker and a poet, I’m sure for lifetimes, and to find this experience, was just so pivotal, so fulfilling. I was home.
On the flight from New York to England there was a really lovely hostess, a beautiful Indian lady. It was an Air India flight. We were sitting with Mother. So the attendant came along and she said ‘there’s something about you, I know you’. Shri Mataji smiled and She said “Yes I’m a teacher from india and these are two of my disciples”.
It was our experience to find our Kundalinis high over our heads, when with Mother. Incredibly Joyful, and in profound Silence, we would look at Her and feel so elevated. It occurred to this yogi that this was the supreme height we were to occupy, ongoing. Of course in front of Mother, in Her Attention, anything was possible, but in future?