Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 10:31pm |
HE REMEMBERED ME
I was so enthusiastic about the last time I saw Sri Sri that I couldn’t wait to see him again. I heard he was coming in April to give a week-long course. I made sure I was going to be there. It didn’t matter what I experienced, I just wanted to be near him. As I was leaving for the course, I noticed my old purple hat. I’d had it for ages, and it looked ridiculous on me. Yet I picked it up on instinct and stuffed it in my suitcase. Now I was ready to go.
During the entire course, I made sure I sat in the front row, looking my feminine best. My hair was down and my dresses were long and silky. Nothing unusual happened and I was just happy to be there feeling peaceful.
On the day we were leaving, a group of people surrounded Sri Sri. He was answering as many questions as he could, but there were still many more. Seeing it was going to take such a long time, I decided to go up and change into a nice traveling dress.
When I got upstairs I noticed my big, floppy, purple hat on the chair. A mischievous idea popped into my head. “I know,” I thought. “I’ll put on my black motorcycle jacket, black pants and my purple hat and play a joke on Sri Sri. I’ll bet he’ll never recognize me.”
I pulled my hair up, put some unusual bright make-up on, and topped it off with big, black sun- glasses. I looked completely different. I went downstairs and headed straight for the hall. Sri Sri was still talking to people. I moved in strategically close and prepared myself. “I’ll jump in front of him,” I thought. “I’ll pull my hat off and jokingly say, “It’s me Sri Sri! Do you remember me?”
The thought hardly left my mind when I found myself doing just that. I dramatically pulled off my hat, bowed and cheerfully said, “Sri Sri! It’s me! Do you recognize me?”
He glanced at me blankly. He seemed preoccupied with someone else. My timing was completely off. I felt silly. It wasn’t very funny anyway. Another one of my stupid ideas.
I stood there holding my purple hat, feeling like an idiot, when I felt a deep emotion well up in my throat. I began to cry. The humiliation. My deepest fear began to surface. As I closed my eyes, I heard my frightened self say, “All my life, I’ve been afraid God would forget me. The trumpets would blow, the chariot would come, and somehow I would miss the boat. I’d fail again, only this time irreparably.”
I don’t remember how long I stood there, but when I opened my eyes, I noticed that Sri Sri was just leaving with someone. As he moved away from me, he unexpectedly turned his head and looked straight in my direction, projecting softly. “I would recognize you in any form!” he confirmed. “You are my very Self.” Then he quickly turned and left.
I closed my eyes again, feeling completely loved and taken care of. A deep wound had been healed, and I felt whole again. I pulled on my magical purple hat, put on my big, black sunglasses and skipped away joyously, like a child. “God remembered me. And He always would.”
The purple hat!
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Alka Tej Singh
The ‘one’ in many hats…thanks for sharing
October 18 at 11:05pm · Delete
Anna Novikov
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing…
October 18 at 11:21pm · Delete
Orly Zirinsky
I love you.
October 19 at 12:18am · Delete
Orly Zirinsky
I may go see him tonight even though he is in Jerusalem…I’ll try
October 19 at 12:20am · Delete
Laveena Rochvani
You look beautiful in this picture 🙂
October 19 at 6:28am · Delete
Dawn R Oughton
Wow Dvorahji you really put yourself out there to be recognized by the one person that matters to you so much and you let yourself down so heartbreakingly. I can relate to everything you said like I am in your shoes, but I am not in your shoes. I also know this feeling of wanting to be recognize by people like Sri Sri yet I tell myself “who am I … Read More
October 19 at 10:19am · Delete
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
It doesn’t matter so much that he recognizes you – it’s matters more that you recognize Him/Yourself….However, at different times, people need/want/get different things…At that time, that’s what was happening…
October 19 at 10:32am · Delete
Natalia Budantseva
Again and again joyfully reading this story,it brings so much love and flow!Thank you ♥
October 19 at 10:40am · Delete
Alex Andres Sahagun ॐ
…very nice and touching story…there is only one of us…
October 19 at 11:55am · Delete
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
These stories were written about ten years ago…and can be read on my website shutupguru.com….I’m in the process of redoing the website so you can download the entire booklet with great quotes from other saints and devotees from:
“My LIttle Guru” And Other Wondrous Adventure Stories and Divine Quotes of Love.”
October 19 at 12:30pm · Delete
Marguerite Carstairs
Great story..and love the photo
October 19 at 7:31pm · Delete
D.L. Dudhane
From this to Shut Up in 10 years! Not bad.:)
October 20 at 7:48am · Delete
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
Yes but before that there was searching & pleading and crying and meditating 2 hours twice a day and running around all over the globe and looking for my Dvorahji’s nose that was already attached to my face….and dragging my kids to every meditation retreat that existed – and teaching meditation and what a continuous mess or searching!!!!!!
UNTIL ONE DAY…I was
listening to an Ashtavakra tape and I heard Guruji say on the tape; “Well when will you get it”, and I heard a inner voice say “NOW”…and the whole thing began to unravel…and even then it was a mess..
I went around telling everyone they were crazy…everything is an illusion, people thought I was NUTS!….Then again I’m sitting in Guruji’s room, happy as a clam, and he looks over at means and says VERY LOUDLY, ALMOST YELLING – “WELL, Dvorah, have you had a enough!”….and that’s when I began to settle down with all this “NO, not this, even this is an illusion, NO , and NO and NO! Everything is an ILLUSION!”… Read More
October 20 at 10:38am · Delete
Natalia Budantseva
♥ THank you
October 20 at 11:01am · Delete
Frankie Picasso
Beautiful Story.. thanks for the lesson.. divine timing.. you gotta love it..:)
October 20 at 4:14pm · Delete
Liz Hunyadi
Absolutely lovely. So cool that you shared that with us. I’d be too much of a wuss to tell a story like this. ;O)
October 20 at 8:16pm · Delete
Tian Zirnig
I would recognize you and your Sri Sri in any form. You are my very self. Thank you for this beautiful story!
Wed at 12:50pm · Delete
Dvorahji Dvorah Adler
Liz – everything is a story and all of us have pretty much thought or heard everything…so really there’s nothing to be ashamed or shy about, we all put on our underwear one foot at a time unless you’re a monkey and then you just put it on your head!
Wed at 1:11pm · Delete
Liz Hunyadi
(((((Hugs))))))) hee hee–thanks.
Thu at 11:14pm · Delete