The cricket match miracle shared by group of Sahaja Yogies

So some of us yuva shakti were doing some general activities in Shri mataji's flat in the qutub ashram in delhi. Mother was sleeping in the next room.

As it happens India was playing Pakistan in a one day cricket match. All of us were watching the match and working at the same time. Quietly, volume down.

India were playing badly. 6 wickets down. Ganguly batting and in the worst form of his life. I remember dusting the couch in anger and Sir CP sharing my frustration.

Then mother came out of her room and sat in front of the tv. The girls in the kitchen brought her tea. All of us stopped work and sat down around her watching the match. Quietly even though the match was gone.

Anand (mother's grandson) came around and sat at her feet and started massaging her charan. He hadnt had his realisation then. He said to her: "Naaniji, dekho na kaise khel rahe hai... aap woh bandhan de do na please". She smiled sweetly. Then she gave a bandhan.

Next ball Ganguly hit a six. And then he didnt stop. Even he looked bemused..yeh kya ho raha hai. He was swinging..the ball was going in all directions. India won the match.

All of us were looking at each other...wanting to jump for joy but how to 😌. Anand was saying... Naani!! bandhan chal gaya.

Mother smiled sweetly and said: ganguly accha khela, nahi?

Ganguly had no clue who he was playing because of.

The Orissa Ikat saree miracle - Sahaja Yogini Armaity Bhabha‎'s experience

The Orissa Ikat saree miracle - Sahaja Yogini Armaity Bhabha‎'s experience
 
My friend Dolly and I were both going to Cabella for the first time for Shri Ganesha Puja in September 1995. 
 
I was always extremely fond of Orissa Ikat saris and dupattas which were only available in exhibitions those days in Mumbai. Like every year, that year too the exhibition came at the time we were to leave. When Dolly teased me whether I was going for buying one , my reply to her was that probably it would only be the next year as this year I had a lot of expense due to our travels.

Etched in my memory are the most amazing days in Cabella ... meeting so many yogis, participating with music group for the Puja music, watching children practise for the items they were going to put up during the Puja and lots lots more. We also celebrated Gregoire's Birthday on September 8th.
A sahaja yogi brother drove us down from Milan airport to Cabella and I recall seeing the most beautiful and the bluest sky I have ever seen , as we were nearing the place. When we arrived at the castle, we were first taken to the kitchen. Shri Mataji sent a message to check whether we had had our lunch, or else serve us one. But since we already have had in Milan, we were served tea and snacks. Then we were taken to an Italian yogini's house near the castle, as Shri Mataji had instructed them to put up both of us there. 
 
I am afraid I cannot recall this lovely yogini's name who was our hostess for the next few days. She had two sweet children, a daughter of 4 or 5 called Niranjana and a 2 year old son named Niraanand. Niranjana simply took to us and insisted on sleeping with us in the living room on a large couch. Unfortunately, Dolly had developed fever during travel. So she went early to bed and I was quite alert at night not to squash the little girl between us.
Next day morning when I opened the windows, it was bright and sunny after witnessing the light drizzle the evening before. 
 
Later we came to know that there was a terrible hailstorm at night with a lot of heavy showers. And we were totally unaware about it till told. 
 
When we walked to the castle, saw the strangest sight... the snow had crystallised in balls at the edges of the roof and the area around the castle was dry unlike everywhere else where it was wet and soggy.
How the 3/4 days passed I have no idea .... there was nothing but bathing in joy, meeting yogis from all over the world, helping out with kitchen work, chopping vegetables for meals and fruits for jams. Watching pizza being prepared in wood ovens, jams being stirred in huge cauldrons. And there were the juiciest and reddest of peaches and apples filled in bins all over for yogis to eat whenever they wished.
The Ganesha Puja was the first sakshat puja where I was in complete thoughtless state throughout , participating with the music group and basking in the sea of vibrations. 
 
At the end of the Puja , Ashish Pradhan told me that I could come the next day to the castle and meet Mother as She had called me over after receiving my poems earlier on. When I told him that we were leaving that night itself for Milan as we had an early flight next morning , he asked me to take a chance and come over right away and try whether Mother would see us, as She normally did not meet anyone after the Puja. 
 
When we went in, Mother was getting her suitcases packed for Her trip to China, as She had to give a talk at the Women's Conference in Beijing. 
 
I cannot recall any conversation we had with Mother .... possibly the Nirvichar state made me blank. 
After taking Her leave, we went to collect our luggage before leaving for Milan. The yogi who was driving us to Milan Airport , gave each of us a paper bag, saying it was from Mother. ...Her saris as a gift to us. ....and as you can guess, it was a silken Orissa Ikat sari for me and a Baluchari Sari for Dolly who did not have this particular type of sari.

Shri Mataji, who knows even our most mundane unexpressed desires, fulfils them. It is not the desire itself, but the love which goes behind them which cannot be measured in any terms. 
 
Today this sari remains my most precious possession and I would love to share it with all of you.