I have recently started a new job, so I'm going through a lot of changes and adaptations. But when I opened the Siddha Yoga path website, I found this beautiful message:
Happy New Year. My whole expression changed; slowly, my whole being began to change. Then I entered this beautiful Deepavali Gallery, and as I viewed the pictures, I began to experience the mantra repeating in me. It was like finding an oasis in which to cool off and "reset" myself.
Thank you, Gurumayi, my inner supreme presence, for this new experience. May my work at this new job enrich my
sadhana through your grace.
Mexico City, Mexico
Shubh Deepavali!
I am so grateful for this sweet arrangement of the pictures. It means we can do
pradakshina around Bade Baba today. Such a gift!
Watching this new gallery, I experience the presence of God and the immense power of
darshan through the exquisite, exquisite, really beyond exquisite images.
Thank you, with utmost gratitude and love, beloved Gurumayi, for bestowing your divine love in such a beautiful way.
New York, USA
When I beheld Bade Baba's majestic form in the photos, I became aware of the mantra,
Om Namah Shivaya, reverberating within me. I experienced that the mantra was a form of Bade Baba himself that was entering and filling my entire being. The word “fearlessness” flashed across my mind.
I am so grateful for the gift of this experience at this sacred time of Deepavali.
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
When I look at the
murti of Bade Baba, the form seems so full of life, so full of presence. There is a stillness that surrounds Bhagavan Nityananda, and gazing at his form draws me into that state of stillness, that space of such sweet
rasa, nectar. As I touch that place inside, the light of my heart is like the festival of Deepavali within.
Shubh Deepavali!
New Jersey, USA
Thank you for such a lovely
darshan of Baba. His love is crystal clear to me. In these photos I can see the vision of a Siddha Master—that we are all one, in many forms.
Maputo, Mozambique
How tenderly the moon shines light,
Softening the sky.
She seems to smile on us.
How gently Baba hugs the little calf,
With such a loving touch.
And gives such quiet love.
I can feel this sweet light.
I can feel this soft embrace.
I too can feel this—
One, in Baba’s love.
Pordenone, Italy