True Home

Some years ago my two sons, my husband and I celebrated a party with about fifteen other children. My husband Joerg didn’t feel well, but the children asked him to play basketball. He stood under the basket looking upward, when suddenly he fell down hard and hit his head on the ground with a loud noise. His whole body started shaking and he lost consciousness. Everyone, including me, thought he was dying. Inwardly I cried to Guru that I was not ready to live without my husband and asked for help. I meditated on Sri Chinmoy, holding my husband in my arms, and waited for a doctor. During my meditation, Sri Chinmoy's picture smiled at me. I received so much peace that I knew all would be well. It was after a very difficult time in my life. Night turned into day. Pain melted into a river of joy. A few weeks later unavoidable circumstances arose that were very trying, and when that period was over, I found it almost impossible to believe I had known so much joy and quite impossible to recover it. I was sitting on a grassy bank by a lake, trying to meditate, and found myself crying to Guru for the return of that marvellous joy. After a short interval I saw something small appear on the far bank of the lake. It grew steadily larger and larger and seemed to be moving rapidly toward me. It was Guru’s head, as it appears in one of his photos, semi-transparent, superimposed on the lovely landscape. It was the photo image that seemed real and the landscape almost imaginary. The image grew until it occupied the full scope of my vision, and then simply rushed into my heart. At that moment there came a burst of joy and peace. I felt, with immense gratitude, that I had regained my true home.

Mukti (Ottawa)