Devotion’s Light in the Shadow of Judgment
The inmate had been in jail for nearly three years. During his time there, He took the course a couple of times and regularly attended follow-up sessions.
The inmate had been in jail for nearly three years. During his time there, He took the course a couple of times and regularly attended follow-up sessions.
In July 2019, I was attending the DSN program in Pune. As part of the course requirement, we had to prepare and bring along something for breakfast on the last day.
In the year 2006, at the age of 22, I had just wrapped up a long night shift and was on my way home, utterly exhausted and eager to rest.
Jai Gurudev! I am 57 years of age now. In 2009, I was attacked by Guillain-Barre Syndrome, a disease which hits one’s nervous system and leaves one totally paralyzed.
Certain things in life happen unknowingly and without any explicit effort. Knowing about Gurudev for the first time was one such incident for me.
From the time we were married, my husband and I dreamt of building a beautiful, old fashioned house we call Thotti Mane’
I walk all the way from the parking lot, crossing stores on the interlocked concrete roads, climbing uphill till I reach the divine abode and have to catch my breath.
On 16th June, I got a missed video call, from an unknown number at 9:10 PM. I saw the profile picture, a young devotee, a selfie picture with Gurudev.
One November morning, 25 years ago, my dearest Gurudev stretched his hand out and with gentleness, patience, love, and compassion, led me home and since then he has let me explore the world inside out without letting go off my hand….
Tears of Gratitude are always flowing from my eyes. My whole life is wrapped in Guru’s grace. Words are not enough to describe what I experience each moment!
Words fail when I sit down to write about my overwhelming gratitude towards my Guru, Poojya Gurudev, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Ji, whom we lovingly call “Guruji” across the globe.
I visited Mumbai ( then called Bombay) for a wedding when I was 18. It was monsoon season and in the mornings about 20 of us would gather around a blazing pump kerosine stove waiting for hot tea to be served in cup and saucer.
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