CALL ME ADORABLE
In my unquenchable thirst for Knowledge, I decided to follow Sri Sri around for awhile. I wanted to become whatever he was. I went wherever he went, laughed whenever he laughed, sat wherever he sat, and just plain hung around him. Maybe, I just might get IT! (Whatever “it” was.)
I followed him to a retreat in Canada. It was beautiful, and about 200 people showed up. Some of the regulars had spent a lot of time with him. I decided to be one of the in-crowd and began to follow him around.
Wherever he ended up, I made it my business to be there. If he stuck his head out, even for an instant, I was there; smiling, making chit-chat and waving. When the evening meetings were held, I made sure I sat in the front row, so he would see me with all the others that longed to be just like him.
One day, as I was waiting for him to come out of his cottage, I felt an acute attack of boredom. Here I was, waiting to see one of the greatest sages I’d ever met, and I was just plain bored. “What am I doing?” I thought. “Haven’t I learned anything yet? My knowledge isn’t inside of Him. It’s inside of me. If I want to gain love, it’s going to have to come from inside of me, not from following around the ‘form’ of love.” I felt a voice say, “The kingdom of heaven is within you. Look there.”
I quickly ran back to my cabin and sat down to meditate. When I finished, I naturally went into silence. I’d talked quite a bit on this course. Now, it was time to listen.
When I went to the evening meeting, I moved my backrest to the back of the hall. “Let someone else enjoy sitting near him,” I thought. I didn’t need the proximity anymore. After all, it was all inside of me.
During the evening, people began to sing bhajans (devotional songs) and dance. I sat in silence, enjoying them quietly. As I looked around the room everyone seemed so unbearably beautiful, I could hardly breathe. A tender wave of compassion and love washed over me.
“Dear Lord,” I prayed, “I can’t stand the beauty and I can’t stand the pain. What am I going to do? It’s all so unendurable.” With that thought, tears of compassion, relieving my predicament, began to flow.
When I calmed down, I saw Sri Sri sitting in meditation. He looked so royal and elegant, I could barely endure his radiance. What good was he anyway? Just an image of the Divine. All my staring wasn’t going to rub off and bring me closer to God. I’d have to do it myself – and go inside.
After the meeting (it was more like a celebration), I felt empty. I didn’t know what to do. Usually I went back to his cottage, to see if he’d come out. Tonight it seemed foolish, so I went back to my cabin. After awhile, I realized I wasn’t tired and couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to go for a walk in the direction of his cottage.
As I walked by, I saw a group of people sitting on a bench just outside his door. There was room for one more, so I sat down in silence. Someone noticed how quiet I was and asked incredulously, “Are you in silence?” I felt a little foolish since most of the time I can’t stop talking.
“Yes,” I nodded as they playfully continued to chide me. “Dvorah’s in silence.” They laughed. “This must be a special night.”
I closed my eyes and continued my silence. I felt very peaceful, not caring what happened. Suddenly the door opened. There was Sri Sri holding a box of sweets. “Prasad?” (a sweet offering), he asked. “Oh, yes,” everyone gleefully answered, “Yes.”
I opened my eyes just as he began putting sweets in everyone’s waiting hands. As he walked by, he would occasionally call people by name.
“Oh, my God,” I innocently thought. “He’s actually going to give me a sweet. How wonderful!”
I held my hands open, cupped near my forehead, and sat patiently. When he approached where I was sitting, he stopped. I heard someone on the sidelines jokingly say, “Dvorah’s in silence. She’s not talking today.”
His eyes opened in a feigned expression of surprise. “Really?” he asked curiously. “How amazing!”
I began to feel very light as he continued to stand there. I felt completely rested, waiting for my precious Prasad. Then, I heard the most endearing voice. It sounded like a bell praising my name, “D-vor-ah,” it lovingly sang. “A-dor-a-ble D-vor-ah.” I swooned in loving ecstasy, still conscious of his presence.
A piece of sweet halvah touched my palms, as I slowly slid from the bench, down on my knees. I instinctively lowered my head, touching his feet. The Divine had called my name.
****
Isn’t it amazing that when you stop searching, you have a chance to be found. The moral of this story is very simple. If you’re looking for God – Stop! Be still. Sit down on a bench, fully at rest, with open palms. Then listen. God will find you and, in adoration, praise your name.CALL ME ADORABLE
In my unquenchable thirst for Knowledge, I decided to follow Sri Sri around for awhile. I wanted to become whatever he was. I went wherever he went, laughed whenever he laughed, sat wherever he sat, and just plain hung around him. Maybe, I just might get IT! (Whatever “it” was.)
I followed him to a retreat in Canada. It was beautiful, and about 200 people showed up. Some of the regulars had spent a lot of time with him. I decided to be one of the in-crowd and began to follow him around.
Wherever he ended up, I made it my business to be there. If he stuck his head out, even for an instant, I was there; smiling, making chit-chat and waving. When the evening meetings were held, I made sure I sat in the front row, so he would see me with all the others that longed to be just like him.
One day, as I was waiting for him to come out of his cottage, I felt an acute attack of boredom. Here I was, waiting to see one of the greatest sages I’d ever met, and I was just plain bored. “What am I doing?” I thought. “Haven’t I learned anything yet? My knowledge isn’t inside of Him. It’s inside of me. If I want to gain love, it’s going to have to come from inside of me, not from following around the ‘form’ of love.” I felt a voice say, “The kingdom of heaven is within you. Look there.”
I quickly ran back to my cabin and sat down to meditate. When I finished, I naturally went into silence. I’d talked quite a bit on this course. Now, it was time to listen.
When I went to the evening meeting, I moved my backrest to the back of the hall. “Let someone else enjoy sitting near him,” I thought. I didn’t need the proximity anymore. After all, it was all inside of me.
During the evening, people began to sing bhajans (devotional songs) and dance. I sat in silence, enjoying them quietly. As I looked around the room everyone seemed so unbearably beautiful, I could hardly breathe. A tender wave of compassion and love washed over me.
“Dear Lord,” I prayed, “I can’t stand the beauty and I can’t stand the pain. What am I going to do? It’s all so unendurable.” With that thought, tears of compassion, relieving my predicament, began to flow.
When I calmed down, I saw Sri Sri sitting in meditation. He looked so royal and elegant, I could barely endure his radiance. What good was he anyway? Just an image of the Divine. All my staring wasn’t going to rub off and bring me closer to God. I’d have to do it myself – and go inside.
After the meeting (it was more like a celebration), I felt empty. I didn’t know what to do. Usually I went back to his cottage, to see if he’d come out. Tonight it seemed foolis
h, so I went back to my cabin. After awhile, I realized I wasn’t tired and couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to go for a walk in the direction of his cottage.
h, so I went back to my cabin. After awhile, I realized I wasn’t tired and couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to go for a walk in the direction of his cottage.
As I walked by, I saw a group of people sitting on a bench just outside his door. There was room for one more, so I sat down in silence. Someone noticed how quiet I was and asked incredulously, “Are you in silence?” I felt a little foolish since most of the time I can’t stop talking.
“Yes,” I nodded as they playfully continued to chide me. “Dvorah’s in silence.” They laughed. “This must be a special night.”
I closed my eyes and continued my silence. I felt very peaceful, not caring what happened. Suddenly the door opened. There was Sri Sri holding a box of sweets. “Prasad?” (a sweet offering), he asked. “Oh, yes,” everyone gleefully answered, “Yes.”
I opened my eyes just as he began putting sweets in everyone’s waiting hands. As he walked by, he would occasionally call people by name.
“Oh, my God,” I innocently thought. “He’s actually going to give me a sweet. How wonderful!”
I held my hands open, cupped near my forehead, and sat patiently. When he approached where I was sitting, he stopped. I heard someone on the sidelines jokingly say, “Dvorah’s in silence. She’s not talking today.”
His eyes opened in a feigned expression of surprise. “Really?” he asked curiously. “How amazing!”
I began to feel very light as he continued to stand there. I felt completely rested, waiting for my precious Prasad. Then, I heard the most endearing voice. It sounded like a bell praising my name, “D-vor-ah,” it lovingly sang. “A-dor-a-ble D-vor-ah.” I swooned in loving ecstasy, still conscious of his presence.
A piece of sweet halvah touched my palms, as I slowly slid from the bench, down on my knees. I instinctively lowered my head, touching his feet. The Divine had called my name.
****
Isn’t it amazing that when you stop searching, you have a chance to be found. The moral of this story is very simple. If you’re looking for God – Stop! Be still. Sit down on a bench, fully at rest, with open palms. Then listen. God will find you and, in adoration, praise your name.
Picture taken by Ron Weinberg
Written about a week ago · ·
Nancey Gagos
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmewing
March 25 at 4:13pm ·
Vivek Patil
OMG!! as i m writing this comment i m falling short of words… rather no words can describe that feeling… had been through a similar experience sometime back in India… my name has entered the list of HIS lovers :)… there is nothing left to achieved or desired… JGD!
March 25 at 4:52pm ·
Hayley Mawson Roberts
breath takingggggggggggggggg ;D
March 25 at 4:56pm ·
Manas Bhatnagar
Jai Gurudev
March 25 at 5:19pm via Facebook Mobile ·
Lindsay Young
ok, I cried a little. The whole point of the search is to exhaust the seeker… JGD.
March 25 at 5:45pm ·
Betsy Herman
i just want to tickle u u little troublemader u ♥ ♥ ♥
March 25 at 6:14pm ·
Rajima Ratan
so true dear.
March 25 at 6:35pm ·
Ann Cardon
I am guruless, and shall remain so. Sweet story.
March 25 at 6:52pm ·
Tanbir Kabarwal
beautiful 🙂
blessed are we to have found the guru. (some looking some not even looking for a guru.). It happened. that can also happen only with grace.
blessed are we to have found the guru. (some looking some not even looking for a guru.). It happened. that can also happen only with grace.
March 25 at 7:53pm ·
Rajiv Pathak
lovely… comes from the heart and touches the heart.. I have never met Sri Sri but it appears as if he is with me..
March 25 at 9:21pm ·
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
@Tanbir…Grace is YOUR NATURE…Just as love is your nature…it’s always in play……
March 25 at 10:24pm ·
Meena Waghray
aww.. So many unasked questions are answered…thanks..I had tears in my eyes…
I kept wondering..what space should I be in when I take courses?…Be myself..thats the only way..only option..
I kept wondering..what space should I be in when I take courses?…Be myself..thats the only way..only option..
March 25 at 10:42pm ·
Meena Waghray
Thanks DDA
March 25 at 10:42pm ·
Kannu Priya
well. . my eyes are moist again. . .thanks for sharing your experience . .. love you:)
March 26 at 12:02am ·
Shilpa Rau
wow, thanks fr sharing 🙂
March 26 at 2:21am ·
Daniel F Berg
thank you so much for sharing Dvorah . . . thank you! 🙂
March 26 at 6:07am ·
Bobbie Segal
o dvorahji, you are adorable!
stay sweet & have a beautiful day!
stay sweet & have a beautiful day!
March 26 at 6:25am ·
Sunila Muzawar
You are so beautiful Dvorah! You struck a divine chord in my heart.
March 26 at 1:42pm ·
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
@Meena…However you are at any moment is the perfect space ESPECIALLY for the Divine.
I was sitting at satsang in Canada in front of Sri Sri and this friend of mine was playing his weird drum stuff really loud as usual. I Threw a pillow at him to make him stop and he didn’t – so I went over and jumped on and told him to “Shut Up!”….now if that isn’t totally rude and obnoxious (especially in Satsang in front of the Guru), I don’t know what is, especially when everyone is trying to be on their best behavior
Now, I could have handled that better (I could have handcuffed his hands behind his back) – but there you have it. Things do happen and WHO CARES? You are who you are and you do what you do AND THE DIVINE DOESN’T CARE AT ALL and loves you FOREVER…
so I acted like an irritated idiot, SO WHAT?….I still loved the course, got to see Guruji more often then usual and went away happy! and by the way, so did my friend. IT ALL WORKED OUT.
Ps. WARNING: this is not an excuse for you to go and harass people at satsang.
March 26 at 2:07pm ·
Jeff Gregory
Wow, Dvorahji. I sit in the airport in Las Vegas. My flight delayed for 7 hours. I would be in the air now if it had left with me. Now, I cry tears of gratefulness at this story. So, I sit. And I thank God for divine delays. Love to you.
March 26 at 6:53pm ·
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
oHHHHHHHH Jeff…you’re such a wwhossss…..Hope you had a good flight…love Dvorahji…
March 27 at 1:14am ·