SPIRITUALITY, ART, NITHYANANDA

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Boys ages 12 - 9 helping a 7 y.o. to perfrom for the first time, holding his mic, words, hand.  His mom saying "These boys are amazing.  they stole my heart" Daughter reading Shakespeare from stage... and dreaming about writing music under the Banyan tree in Bidadi, India Husband saying 'it is great, you both can go to India to eNgeous programs during summer." Friend in Moscow watching live TV from India Girlfriend and I getting tickets to the same airplane. Son playing a guitar in his room. Husband planning to take yoga classes. Girlfriend choosing a violin for Alice... Yours?

“ If you judge people, you have no time to love them. ” - Mother Teresa

I was never into idol worship.  The whole idea seemed strange and unnatural and absolutely unnecessary. Can't you just connect to God, why do you need all these things in between? Oh, well... Not that I can really explain the phenomena myself yet but I am enjoying guru pooja so much recently.   I noticed that my intelligence level is different. If I speak or make a decision after the pooja, some major shifts in how I see things happen.  It is so awesome because I can so clearly and vividly see that  the emotional aspect of the previous decisions, relationships and whatever else wants to constantly interfere and if you just un-clutch (which is awesome too) you do not always see the picture or explanations of people's actions.  After the pooja I see way more and from different perspectives and it creates such a distance between the issues and my emotions.  As a result I can function so much better.  Amazingly better. Hooray to Guru Pooja!

One of the breakthroughs that I experienced with Nithyananda's teachings was the idea of doing things with intensity, fully experiencing everything. Up until I was in my twenties,  I never saw a dead body in a casket.  My two grandmothers died, my grandfather died.  I knew about these facts but my mom thought it was too much for a child so I never went to a funeral.  When my aunt died (she was as close to me as my mom and often as a teenager it was much easier to relate to her than mom), I did not feel that loss right away.  It was like processing something but not really getting it.  I remember thinking that what if I went to the funeral and would not be able to cry.  I thought that  poeple would think that I was cold-hearted and did not love my aunt.  As you see the thoughts were about me.  Of course one may say the thoughts and tears are always about ourselves. Well, no problem was there at the funeral with the tears part.  They just poured and poured and poured.  Once we left

I was an only child in my family but I was blessed with two cousins.  One was three years older.  He was from my father's side,  One was  three years younger and he was from my mother's side. Not having brothers or sisters probably intensified my feelings for both of them.  If my little "brother" was of course annoying sometimes, like all little  brothers can  be, my big "brother" was my hero.  Everything he did seemed perfect : everything ---- as perfect as he was.  I loved my uncle and aunt the same way and even when they were working abroad I could imagine hearing their voices if I wanted. I still can.  I am not trying to say that I was crazy with hearing voices but there were no real phone connections at that time within Russia, forget Australia where my uncle was a consul. His name was Alexei Ageev. He was a very kind man with a great sense of humor as everyone from my father's side was. Once he started loosing hair, he shaved his head and said