Your Babaji Stories

Although the realization I'd had with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj had been the straw that broke the camel's back, the question still remained, "Why? Why am I here? Where did I come from? What is the purpose for being here?" These questions gnawed at me and I was led to seek out my roots. Since early childhood I'd had a recurring dream. Somewhere in a valley near a bend in a river sits a magnificent temple high on a sacred mountaintop. After a long and arduous journey to reach the summit, I stand before the temple doors, which are made of precious jewels. The doors open mysteriously to reveal the presence of an enlightened Master who imparts to me the secrets of divine wisdom and eternal life. Thus I attain spiritual liberation in this lifetime. So it was that I started on a pilgrimage to Herakhan in India where I'd been told I might meet such a master Herakhan Baba. I'd been advised that it would be a strenuous but rewarding journey. Still, no one could have prepared me for what was to take place.

The seven-hour bus ride from New Delhi had seemed endless. The roads were treacherous and there was danger at every bend. Indian bus drivers are notoriously reckless, and this one was one of the worst. He had driven so close to the side of a precipice, balancing the bus on two tires, that it was an absolute miracle we hadn't capsized! I was scared out of my mind during the whole chaotic ride, sitting In the far end of the bus. My seat wasn't attached to the floor and I was holding onto it for dear life. Every time we went over a bump, I went flying in the air, hitting my head. I was sure we weren't going to make it! To boot, as we flew along the unpaved road through a thick cloud of dust, I noticed a crashed bus on the edge of the path, flipped over on its side! That was definitely not reassuring! I kept praying the whole way, Please, dear God, please protect me! The heat was unbearable inside the bus jammed with passengers. At every stop, I kept hoping someone would get off. Instead, more people crammed in! And it seemed like the bus kept stopping all the time. Bathroom stops. Food stops. Gasoline stops. Bus stops. There was constant commotion, with the driver and the passengers screaming at each other About what? I had no idea. Then the bus would suddenly come to a screeching halt, and people would scurry out into the fields nearby to relieve themselves. A while later there'd be more commotion and more yelling and screaming. We'd cram back into the bus, and we were off again on the hell ride. I tried to remain vigilant to know where to get off. But it was impossible to keep track. There were no signs on the roads, nor any identifying marks I could understand. At one stop I took a chance and rushed off to get something to eat. But one look at the food stall made me change my mind: between the burning rancid oil, the decayed fish and, the smell of urine. I don't think I've ever smelled anything as horrid in my whole life. It actually turned my stomach. I did manage to find some food that was safe enough. A hard boiled egg and a piece of white bread. With that and bottled soda water, I was set. And I jammed myself back into the bus.

God only knows how I managed to get off at the right stop, but I did. As the bus drove off in a mist, I stood there holding my bag, wondering where to go. I looked around and saw a few Indians walking up and down the road, women carrying water pots on their head. I knew I was supposed to go to the Almora Dam from here. But how? Exhausted from the heat and the long bus ride, I spread out my jacket by the roadside and lay down to rest.

Soon a young boy, maybe nine or ten years old, approached me and in his own brand of sign language, asked what I was looking for. I said, "Hotel!" He gave me an indication that he knew of a place, so I got up and followed him. A quick glance at the Indian-style room, however, and I got the picture. Bugs crawling along the floor, dirty blankets, a rope mattress, soiled walls; it was a nightmare! I nearly ran out screaming. I walked around for a while, hoping to find someone who spoke English. I was getting worried that if I had to walk all the way to the Ashram, I would never make it by sundown. Then what? The thought of sleeping under the stars made me shudder. I would be freezing cold. I thought, I have got to find a ride! I noticed a Sikh in traditional garb idly standing next to an English-made car. I went over and asked if he could drive me. He said he wasn't interested; he was waiting for his boss. I offered him some rupees and I saw a gleam in his eye. I handed him a few more, which he quickly grabbed. We jumped into the car and sped off down the road. Here was another one who drove like a maniac, slaloming around dogs and cows and people along the winding roads. I guess he was hoping he could get back in time before his boss found out he'd left. I just hoped he would get me there in one piece!

We drove quite a long way towards the foothills of the Himalayas. As we approached the dam site and its dried out riverbed, the driver abruptly screeched to a halt. He announced, "This is as far as I go, sir! The rest, you must do by foot" Uncertain, I stepped out of the car. No sooner was I out, than the man drove off. I yelled out, "But... where is Herakhan?!!" Pointing in the direction of the north, he yelled out his window from a distance, "That way! About 15 kilometers!!!"

I suddenly felt let down, lonely and discouraged. Everything seemed so arduous! My bag weighing heavily on my arm, I resolved to start walking. Some people strolled by. I caught the eye of a young villager, who smiled and meekly asked, "Do you mind if I walk with you, sir?" I though. Are you kidding? I'd be glad if you walked with me! He added, "Speaking with you will help me practice my English!" As we walked down the path, I described where I was headed and he graciously promised to show me the way. Delighted to have a companion, I felt that things were looking up. I asked him how far it was. He said, "We can make it by sunset." We followed the riverbed, wading barefoot through streams that crossed our path. The water from the Himalayan glaciers was freezing cold and very pure. You could see to the bottom of the streams where stones were shining in the sunlight like brilliant stars. It was an amazing walk. I began to contemplate on the story made famous by Yogananda Parmahansa his Autobiography of A Yogi where he describes a 2000-year-old yogi named Babaji of the spiritual lineage of Shiva. I wondered if Hariakhan Baba and Babaji were one and the same. I had a distant memory that the hill yogis of India carried ganja in their pouch and offered it to fellow yogis as a traditional gift. I thought, "If he is Babaji, he will offer me some ganja." A vivid past-life recall flashed before my eyes.

Pulling me out of my reverie, I heard a horse trotting along the road behind us. I glancing over my shoulder and caught the eye of the rider. It was a woman. She smiled, slowing down her pace to a walk and motioned for me to ride her horse. Surprised, I immediately protested, "I can't take your horse!" The young man intervened and said, "But sir, you are a man." He explained that in India it is not fitting for the man to walk while an Indian woman rides. I chuckled and thought, "Is this really happening in the 20^th Century? or am I lost somewhere in time?" Without hesitating, the woman slid off her horse and handed me the reins. She was smiling broadly. I thought, "How interesting! In my culture, it would be exactly the opposite!" Somewhat embarrassed but genuinely delighted, I humbly took the reins and mounted the horse. Leading the way, the woman ran in front of the horse,with my traveling companion running alongside me. It took me a while to relax into this set-up, but I got used to it and allowed myself to enjoy the ride.

Suddenly there was magic in the air. It was as if the valley we were entering was unfolding in my inner vision. The rocks appeared to glow ever so slightly with a subtle energy. Everything radiated life. I had the impression I'd been in this place before. It was like returning home. As we came around a bend in the river, I immediately realized this was the place I had dreamed of again and again during my youth. I started to describe the area to my companions. I knew exactly where everything was, including the brilliantly. colored temple on the far side of the river bank. Suddenly, pointing to a small figure far away in the distance, I said with authority, "There's Herakhan Baba!" I knew it was him. I thanked my companions for their wonderful assistance and we parted company. Starting up the one hundred eight steps leading from the riverbed to the ashram, I felt at ease, not at all excited. Like a prodigal son coming home, there was no need to rush to get to the top. By now the sun was setting and it was starting to get chilly.

Entering the temple grounds, I was just taking off my shoes when I was greeted by a nasty old Indian man who demanded I pay him in advance for my stay. He snatched the rupees I handed him, counting them closely as if I were trying to steal my way in. Irked by this treatment, I wondered how they could have picked such a weirdo as the welcoming committee. A French woman came over and acquainted me with the ashram rules. God, do I detest rules! No smoking, no drugs, no alcohol, no bad moods. I went looking around for a place to stay. I felt moved to take a room occupied by a Dutchman, Timothy a scrawny shaven. head fellow who looked like he had been in India too long. He had taken one side of the-room, with his bags and clothes hanging neatly from a nail, the other half was clearly empty - no mat, no blanket, nothing. I set my bag down and went off to Satsang.

Everyone was gathered in the meditation hall waiting for Baba's arrival. There were mostly Indians and a few Westerners, women on one side, the men on the other. By now it was getting cold, and I thought of the summer clothes I had brought. Why hadn't I remembered to bring a warm sweater? That was a dreadful mistake. There was a stir and Baba walked in. He exuded charisma from every pore of his Being. About 5'8", thick brown hair, big dark eyes, round and jovial, with a smile so attractive you couldn't help but be entranced. His beauty was ageless, and I sat there admiring him in silence.

Then a chant seemed to well up as if from nowhere. Hari Bhol Babaji, Hari, Hari. Drums appeared and cymbals clashing. A devotional fervor filled the room. some devotees jumped up and began to dance spontaneously. I was rocking back and forth to the rhythmic chant. Hari Bhol! Hari, Hari! I was swept away by the ecstasy. Devotees began coming up, before his chair during the chanting and prostrating themselves at his feet. Others approached him simply to offer their respects, hands folded bowing reverently. A dwarf was dancing around him. It was a vision from another time. Baba would offer devotees some sort of sweet candy, or give them a friendly slap, which seemed to induce an ecstatic trance, or press his finger between their eyes. They would then fall back to be caught by attendants and gently laid down. Some would shudder uncontrollably or cry out in an ancient language. The room was filled with light, and I felt waves of Bliss welled up in me. I cried out uncontrollably Hari! Hari! My heart was filled with joy. Babaji was laughing and looking directly at me as if to encourage me to come forward. At one point I felt moved to approach his chair with a gift I had brought for him. It was a beautiful cream color wool Kashmiri shawl. I bowed down lifting the shawl up to as if for his approval. He playfully put it over his head like a woman's shawl and we both laughed. His laughter made me melt inside; I felt like bliss was resonating throughout my entire body. Still glowing from the intensity of the moment, I somehow returned to my place in the temple, feeling utterly connected to every one in the room. It was as if they were my body. Then as a flash of light before my eyes, I saw him shape-shift and he turned into Bubba Free John he had the same eyes, the same flowing hair, I was in the room with Bubba it was uncanny. 1 had to rub my eyes to make sure it wasn't a hallucination. It didn't last long, and then he was back to himself. But. I was left wide-eyed, wondering how such a feat could have been possible. I began to hear the wild ecstatic chanting again I began clapping my hands. Exalted, I was rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the beat, feeling one with the Intensity of the sound.

In the midst of all this wildness, the translator came over to me at one point and said, ”Baba wants you to go to the kitchen and have a cookie for prasad." Obediently stepping out of the meditation hall, I found my way to the kitchen and spotted the platter of cookies, laying on the table. Not giving these cookies a second thought, I grabbed one and swallowed it quickly. I returned to the hall and took my seat. Baba's eyes were so intense, I found myself gazing into them as if I were mesmerized. But I felt very grounded absolutely present and aware. Minutes later, he insisted that I get another cookie, but this time, I thought, I don't want to get up again, so I candidly said, "No, Baba, to be in your company is food enough!" Making fun of me, Baba mimicked my reply, probably testing my confidence. I felt a fleeting twinge of tension as I heard my neighbor whisper to me, "You're supposed to do what the guru says!" But I thought, Bullshit, it's okay to say no.

At one point, Baba looked over at me and, through the translator, ordered me to stay in the third room on the left of the entrance. That was the one I had chosen! Was that a coincidence or what? Later when he saw I was getting cold, he sent someone to his room to get one of his blankets that he personally used. He was very specific as to which one they were to retrieve for me. Looking at me with incredible intensity, he declared, as if this were the most important thing he would ever have to say to me, "Make sure you return this blanket right here when you leave!" Pointing to a place in the Sat-Sang Hall. Surprised, I thought, "What's the big deal? Of course I'll bring it back here." He repeated himself again to make sure I had heard him. I felt a bit annoyed. But I had the feeling he had something up his sleeve ... It seemed like some sort of a set up.

Later, returning to my room, I anticipated having a sleepless night because of the cold temperature and the hard adobe floor. Wrapping myself in Baba's blanket, I sprawled down and made myself as comfortable as possible. Reviewing the events of the evening, a gentle glow started to envelop me, as if I were wrapped in a heating blanket. It was an incredible experience. It makes absolutely no sense and no one would believe it, but that thin blanket kept me warm the whole time I was there, and I slept like a baby.

The next morning as we were waking up, my roommate commented, "You must be the yogi Baba was expecting." "Oh?" He went on to explain, "Baba ordered a special prasad to be prepared for a yogi who was arriving .It most have been you. You were the only one who has arrived in days. He had the villagers bring in ganja. He never has done that, he does not condone the use of ganja and won’t allow its use or possession at the ashram”. He said this was a present for a Shiva Baba an old friend. And that hill yogis exchanged such gifts in ancient times. It was part of a ancient ceremony. I thought that was the premonition. I had coming up the river bed on the way to Herakhan." I wasn't even affected by it. I didn't get high or feel a thing!" I said. He laughed. "That's the way it is around Baba. Everything dissolves around him." I murmured to myself, "Yes, Babaji!"

He went on to tell me of stories about Baba: tales of miraculous healings attributed to him, his ability to appear to devotees in dreams, even rumors that he could produce rainstorms at will and be seen in two places at once.. When he first returned in this lifetime to Herakhan. The villagers said he appeared suddenly as a youth in a bright light, sitting on a adjoining Mountain Mount Kailash. He sat in meditation for forty days. In his previous life at Herakhan one day he walked down the 108 steps into the roaring current of the river during the rainy season, taking what is called gell samadhi. He walked into the raging river. He wasn’t seen for years. Until this radiant light was seen on the mountain. The villagers became curious. And went over to investigate. They saw this youth a man in his early twenties sitting in deep meditation. He sat there for forty days. Then he then came down from the mountain and announced that he was Babaji. The deathless Guru. And that he had returned during this time to lead devotees back to God. His message is “Simplicity and love to all Beings”

My new friend Timothy, then helped me with the Ashram protocol. It was four in the morning. We made our way down to the river below the Ashram, to bath and have our toilet. It was freezing cold in the mountain water. We ducked our heads under the water. Three times, Chanting Hari Bhol Babaji! It was accelerating. After our bath we climbed back up the 108 steps in pitch dark, waiting for arti - the fire initiation.

Everyone squeezed together on a narrow platform in the dark, leaning towards the wall that led to the fire room. I thought it strange that everyone was pressing up so tightly against the wall. It didn't seem necessary. But it was dark, and I couldn't see anything. One by one we were ushered into the fire room, a tiny space with a blazing fire in the center. Baba was sitting in the lotus before the fire, exuding incredible intensity. He was absolutely beautiful to behold; a blue halo surrounded him and with those enormous eyes, I couldn't resist submitting to his all-pervading power. I knelt and bowed before him. He ran his three fingers across my forehead and marked me with the white dust - the sign of Shiva. Then he put a dot on my third eye,chanting "Om Nama Shivaya". I felt the shakti energy shoot through my body like lightning. A ball of light surrounded my whole being. I felt I was being bathed in the fire of purification. Then an attendant motioned me to leave and I stumbled out of the room. I could still feel my forehead burning as if singed by his three fingers. I was starting to come out of the trancelike state. Slightly disoriented. The sun was just coming up on the horizon. The sky was breathtaking. I felt God’s presence. I then looked around me, and realized why people were pressing up against the wall: the narrow passage to the arati room over looked a ravine that dropped some two hundred feet straight down! One slip of the foot, and it would be all over. With my deep fear of heights, I was grateful I hadn't been able to see the danger or I might have skipped the fire ceremony entirely.

All that day I had the impression of walking through space just slightly above ground. It was a strange sensation. Everywhere I went, every leaf, every blade of grass seemed to glitter like a shining star. I had the distinct impression that adjoining the mountain was conscious.

That afternoon I went for a walk beyond the Ashram , and I was drawn to a little creek which I followed for a mile or so in the Himalyan foothills I came to a spring hidden around a bend in the path. The rays of the sun beaming through the leaves of the nearby tree sparkled through the water drops, flashing brilliant glimmers of light in all directions. I felt as though I were intoxicated with the beauty of these surroundings. Cupping my hands, I drank a few sips of the vibrantly crystal. clear water. Suddenly I went into a heightened state. I was in a realm of light. I sat down next to the stream.

The next thing I knew, a loud internal gushing sound was washing over me and I realized it was the sound of my breath. Then I became aware I'd been sitting there for hours, although it had only felt like seconds. This was indeed a magical place!

As I slowly walked back to the ashram, I could hear a melodious call in the distance, "Hari! Bole! Babaji!" that sent warm shivers through my spine, filling me with delight. Then I had a divine vision. I saw Baba (or was it Shiva?) and his entourage walking down the mountain, an attendant carrying a processional umbrella to shade him from the sun. There was a man blowing a conch, and the ever-present dwarf skipping along beside him. The scene was from another time. I no longer had any doubt that this was Babaji. The deathless Guru. Watching the procession from afar, I was in awe of the mystical significance of the moment.

Later after dinner Timothy told me Babaji said one of his attendants should tell me to walk up the river bed and to follow the stream to its source; and, that I should drink of it. But no one was able to find me. He asked me where I had been all day. I laughed to myself. Indeed Babaji was all knowing.

The four days I spent at Herakhan went by all to quickly. Most of the time we would spend simply sitting in Babaji’s company in silence. Food was served once a day at noon on banana leaves. It was tasty and although modest by western standards strangely filling.

Finally I had to make arrangements for my departure. The final darshan with Babaji, was filled with much laughter and hugs. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. Dashing down the hundred and eight steps 108 steps to the dried out river bed to catch the horse pack, which came by randomly at no specific time. I didn't want to miss the caravan or I would have to hike out by foot. Which would take a good days trek. I could see the horses waiting on the hill in the distance, and I thought, They better wait for me, or else I'll have to stay another day or two until the next time they come by. As I mounted the horse, I heaved a sigh of relief for making it just in time. Trotting away I looked back to get one final glimpse of Herakhan. Then it suddenly dawned on me. I had left the magic blanket in the room! Baba was so adamant that I be sure to leave it in the meditation hall! I thought, "Oh, my God, he knew I would forget! Feeling terribly embarrassed, I realized this was yet another sign of Baba's all pervading power.

The trip back to New Delhi was as smooth as the initial ride had been traumatic. I had time to reflect on everything that had happened and allow the shift to stabilize. I found my roots my spiritual lineage. On a very deep level, I am connected to these Himalayan yogis and to their great tradition of Kriya Yoga. I know now that I belong to their ancient future. That was the gift I received at Herakhan.
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"The entire universe is your Guru. You learn from everything, if you are alert and intelligent. Were your mind clear and your heart clean, you would learn from every passerby. It is because you are indolent or restless that your inner self manifests as the outer Guru and makes you trust him and obey."

Sri Nisgardatta Maharaj
John Krajewski
2015-05-07

My Babaji Story:

I was born into a family that didn’t want me and rejected me. So being alone, unwanted & rejected has been my life theme. Being very emotional has been my secondary theme. I have also had very poor physical & emotional health my whole life. So most of my adult life has been spent trying to fix myself. I guess you could say I was the queen of self-help books. In the Spring of May 2011, I was very depressed & living in a camping trailer in Loyalton, California. My disability income didn’t allow for decent housing, so I really felt “homeless.” One day I was digging through a box of books in my shed and came across a book I had picked up for free at the library by Sondra Ray. In it, she talked about something called Rebirthing. I hadn’t heard about that before. But in it she mentioned someone who teaches that at a hot spring, 11 miles from me. I had picked up a flyer about that there a couple of weeks earlier. Dug out the flyer and yes it was the same person. This really caught my attention, interested me and I felt a strong pull. I thought about it for about 2 weeks and then decide to try to go. So I made contact and 2 weeks later I was at the rebirthing seminar. I knew nothing about rebirthing or Babaji.

At the seminar there was a table with a mans photo on it. I recognized him, but didn’t know where I recognized him from, didn’t know his name or who he was, or where I knew him from. Since I was such a newbie, I didn’t say anything. The other attendees were already making fun of me because I called the OM symbol a squiggly line (I had never seen that symbol before) and I thought Aarti was a video game (Atari). Later I found out the man in the photo was Babaji. I am grateful that this seminar was my path to Babaji. It was interesting to me though, that during this seminar at one of the meetings the leader asked the attendees to raise their hand if Babaji came to them. There were 30+ people there, I think about only 7 people raised their hands. Some of those people had been coming to this seminar for years. I was one of the people who raised my hand. I thought this was strange, didn’t he come to everyone? I guess not, since so many others had not raised their hand. Why did he pick me? I wondered.

Babaji worked quickly in my life. Immediately after the seminar was over I went home and made my own mala, went and collected fire wood and began chanting Om Namah Shivaya while sitting by the fire. Started a daily relationship with water always blessing my water by chanting Hare Ganga and continued going to the scared hot springs healing waters. I also continued the connected breathing exercises I learned at the seminar. I began astral traveling right away. Only July 6, 2011 while I was at the hot springs in the mediation pool doing connected breathing and meditating I was having a womb experience. This is what I wrote in my journal “I saw & felt myself in the womb. Then I was out of the womb and back in my body. I felt and saw Babaji come into my body. I felt like my body was stiff, paralyzed, I couldn’t move while Babaji was in me. I was full of an awesome violet light, and then it turned deep purple, then a beautiful blue. Then I was filled with white light that turned to gold. Then I went on my side and did a roll in the water and I was awake and me again. When I was driving home I was in total bliss. Then I saw a double rainbow.” That was an amazing experience. I felt so much love from Babaji, I had never felt that loved before in my life.

In August Babaji blessed me with a beautiful 3 bedroom home, my front room alone was bigger than the whole trailer I was living in. I received housing assistance I had not been able to attain for 7 years. My emotions were beginning to stabilize and my depression was improving. Then on September 7 Babaji had me shave my head. That was one of the most incredible spiritual experiences of my life, it is difficult to describe and put on paper. I live in a very ridged Christian community and the whole town thought I was nuts. But I was so high on my spiritual feeling…. pink cloud… no one could put a damper on what I was feeling. I was so spiritually alive. My whole body just tingled and vibrated for days. I felt so light and unencumbered, so free. I was glowing and giddy. For the first time in my life I felt Kundalini. Every time I would rub my head my whole body would just tingle and tingle. It was so cool and awesome.

My life with Babaji is a new life. I still have bad days but I feel like my depression that I have struggled with for 30 years is more or less cured. I am able to manifest things with my thoughts and have more love in my life than ever before. My life is full of white light. My anger, which has always been a huge problem for me, has diminished drastically. I used to be a very negative person. Today I feel like my brain has been rewired, I am much more on the positive side. I never had any patience and got irritated so easily, now I just start to chant Om Namah Shivaya whenever I have to wait in line, or when I’m in traffic or I’m around a difficult person. I feel peace immediately. Babaji has helped me heal so many things. I did miss not having some Babaji fellowship in my life so I got on the internet and found Marge’s website, what a blessing she and her website is. I love the newsletter emails and have learned so much. I also ordered an Aarti CD so I could do Aarti on my own at home and I ordered some photos of Babaji. I continue on my spiritual path, learning and gaining as much knowledge as I can. I try to live by Babaji’s motto, truth, simplicity & love. Every day I try to do the best I can so he will be proud of me. I know I still have a long way to go. Being human is so hard.

April 25 2012, one of the hardest days of my life. Came home from the ophthalmologist in Reno today with some very bad news. I have a very rare form of cancer in my eye. Ocular Melanoma. I didn’t even know you could get skin cancer in your eye! My tumor is right on my optic nerve. Which is what prompted me to go to the eye doctor. I had a blind spot in my vision which started about a week ago. Of course I went through all of the emotions… shock, anger, fear, grief and did a lot of screaming and yelling. Another solo journey just beginning.

The next few months were off to more doctors and a lot of tests. The treatment was radiation. Babaji was with me the whole time. Also did a lot of fire, water, Aarti & mala with Om Namah Shivaya. The cancer was in my left eye. The vision in my right eye has never been good. Since the tumor was on my optic nerve all the doctors said the radiation would kill the tumor, but would also kill my optic nerve & my macula. So I would more than likely be blind in my left eye. I felt like my vision life was over. This was unacceptable to me… here comes my old ugly friend back again… DEPRESSION!!!! It took me a couple of months to come to terms with all of this. Finally I decided to go ahead with treatment. October 15, 2012, my 1st day of radiation treatment. I had to look at a red light during the treatment. But something else happened. I saw another light, again this is hard to describe and put on paper. The colors you see “on the other side” if that’s what you want to call it, are nothing like here on earth. During my treatment I saw other lights, brilliant, beautiful violet, purples, blues beams coming at me, colors that don’t exist here on earth. I had 4 days of radiation. This happened at all 4 of my treatments. I was nervous and doing my breathing, kinda in my “zone” during treatment. So at the time didn’t put much thought into it, just thought maybe it was part of my meditation??? I belong to an Ocular Melanoma Facebook group. I posted on there (very carefully-no Babaji people there) ”Anyone getting Proton Beam Radiation see anything besides the red flashing light during treatment?”. Everyone said no, only the red light. So I was the only one who had this special, awesome light experience???

December 23, 2013 At the Cancer doctor today got the best news!!!! A true miracle! He told me “with all certainty I am sure you are not going to go blind”. I said what? I made him repeat himself 3 times. I just couldn’t believe it. It’s been over 1 year since radiation and by all odds I should be blind in my left eye now. The doctor has been giving me Avastin shots to help but my heart and soul know otherwise. I believe it was my Babaji. I believe those lights I saw were from Babaji. I believe those beams of light protected my optic nerve & macula so they did not get radiated during my treatment. Today with my glasses on my vision in that eye is 20/25!

Journal entry of January 6, 2014 - “Just had a really intense experience had to journal it right away. Was doing my morning routine (meditation & kirtan). I have been really feeling my Babaji saved my left eye and was at my radiation, I grabbed Babaji’s photo next to me and kissed it then held it to my 3rd eye. As soon as I did it, the purple/violet light came into my left eye, really strong. That was enough conformation for me! Then I was like - It was you Babaji! I cried out over and over!!! I knew it!!! I cried out again. Then I don’t know what happened it was just to overwhelming and powerful - I had my eyes closed - but saw felt him materialize in front of me - extend his arm out, with his finger pointing out and he touched my left eye, then he was gone. Gosh I’m going to try to describe it, but it’s just so hard. I felt like my body went into shock. I started hyper ventilating. I felt frozen, but my whole body was shaking and I was making weird noises. I defiantly was not here on earth. I was in another dimension. I don’t know how long I was like that. I could hear Angel (my dog) off in the distance, she brought me back. Then I was back. I just shook my head, looked around the room and was like whoa, what just happened??? I grabbed Angel and held on to her. It took me a few minutes to come back down to earth & reality.”

I know this is a long story, but I had a lot to say. If you open your heart & soul to Babaji he will change your life to. He has been a miracle in my life.

Om Namah Shivaya
ANONYMOUS
2015-05-05

Thank You
Om Namaha Shivaya!

Im a 43 year old man living in Stavanger, Norway. Im married and have three wonderful kids and work as attorney helping people with individual cases related to work (labour law).

I've been blessed with direct communication with Babaji several times in my life. For 7 years ago he made specific instructions to me in a very difficult period in life. I was told to be true to myself and live truth, listen to what makes my heart sing, that all my wishes will come true and simply-work is my worship!

Christ The Lord also came to me several times 7-8 years ago in his light body with his profound message that all is love and we are loved. I know from personal experience that Babaji and Christ are Masters beyond time and space acting directly on behalf of cosmic consciousness Itself.

All this happened years before I became aware of and studied Babaji's teachings of truth, simplicity, love, karma yoga and Om Namaha Shivaya.

This summer I had a crisis again. After I met my wife in 2007 so much was destined to happen. Childbirths, building a house, transformations at work ( starting a company and taking my final exams to become an attorney). After I came back from summer holidays 2014 I was depressed and couldn't start working again when at the office. I could find no reason externally. I went deep into my Self and worked with introspective questions, Tarot cards to look myself in the mirror, meditated, went for walks and started jogging. I even took up the practice of 5 Tibetan rites.

After a while I realized that my soul was bleeding and that I needed to reestablish the contact with the shining Self within. Earlier this year I also had dreams and visions while sleeping of myself lying at Babaji's feet in pranam. I touched his feet and asked in my dream when I was supposed to see him again and he replied "Soon".

I realize now that "Soon" meant going through a new crisis first. Soon also means renewed contact with my spiritual Mother Sissel Tvedte (also called Sushila a name I believed she got after visiting Satya Sai Baba). She happens to live in a place called Son, pronounced in Norwegian the same as The English word "soon". Sissel is a beautiful soul and remarkable woman that have helped thousands of people through her work since the 1970`s with rebirthing, teaching at courses, and taking individual clients at the Jupitercentre in Son. I have never talked to Sissel about her experiences with Babaji in Herakhan while he was there, but I know he is her Master.

I dont know where this journey of life leads. I try to enjoy everything as much as possible. Taking one of my sons to a swimming course or a bike ride, doing caretaker-work in my house, helping clients as an attorney and whatever needs to be done.

I think I write this to say thank you for putting together a website like Babaji.net. To me its an inspiration. That's because I am not supposed to or have any opportunity to go to an ashram. For so long I want to stay close to my family and work and connect with God while living a normal life.

Thank you for listening!

Om Namaha Shivaya!
A.L.
2014-11-20

I am going to tell my opinion about the importance of the maha-mantra for me and what it has to do with what Jesus said: ...unless a person is born of WATER and SPIRIT, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. What is born from the flesh is flesh, and what is born from the spirit is spirit.(John 3:1-21)

I had always (and still have) Jesus Christ in my heart as the greatest incarnation of love, his words seemed to me very sweet, I was 16, I started reading his beautiful teachings in the gospels, but I didn't succeed to fulfill his teachings, but I knew inside me that the mysteries (Baptism, second Birth,.....) were misinterpreted by the church. I don't speak against church, but I wanted to find the truth(,simplicity and love), no matter what I would cost. So I started to study all the religions (from the well known religions like of the loving Buddha to more secret, like the of ancient Egypt) and of course I realized that, what Babaji said, that all religions are one.

Now in the morning I realized, that Babaji came to teach us that, how to be reborn, as above Jesus mentioned (obviously, since Babaji was a teacher of Jesus, if I am not mistaken), and that is through his maha-mantra(Om Namah Shivay). I will try to give an explanation, but don't take it literally, it is difficult to translate the language of the heart in English. Although there is much to tell about it, I will try to be simple, please God forgive me if I make a mistake. If you remember, Babaji said Om Namah Shivay is the WATER to clean your heart, if you heart is not pure, how can God live in you? So here is the WATER about Jesus said (...unless a person is born of WATER and SPIRIT...), and the SPIRIT is the Holy Spirit (Mary became pregnant with the Holy Spirit and gave birth to the Redeemer...), the third Logos, in Hinduism called Shiva, so here we have the water and the spirit for the second birth, to enter the kingdom of God, see you there.

Alexander
near Wien, Austria
2014-11-12

During meditation while listening to the Lalitha Ashtotram (by Craig Pruess and Ananda), I became aware that I was in the Presence of the Divine Mother, She was, in fact, in front of me. Then, I realized that in front of me were MahaKali, MahaLaxsmi, and MahaSaraswati. Almost immediately, I could see that we were sitting on a gold floor and we were surrounded by large columns that were encrusted with precious gem stones. I noticed at first, that there were more Divine Mothers present, and they were sitting in front of me in a half-moon. Then, I became aware that I was actually surrounded by Divine Mothers ~ in truth, 108 manifestations of the Divine Mother. They were in a circle and I was in the middle of them. Outside of Their circle was a ring of Violet Fire. I was connected to each of them, Heart-to-Heart, by a golden beam of Light. As I looked up, I could see that the Place we were in was very much like a Mosque, except that it seemed to have no ceiling to it. The columns went up as far as one could imagine, and coming down from above was a bright White Light that entered through the top of my head, went down my spine, and out my root chakra. As I looked below me, I could see the White Light extend from my root chakra down to the Earth, surrounding Her in a beautiful Light grid. At this point, I noticed that I was wearing clothes made of emerald green silk with gold stitching. My blonde hair was very long, and there was a piece of gold jewelry around my forehead with a sort of diamond shaped gold medallion resting on my forehead. There were gold band rings on each of my toes, and rings on my fingers – not on my thumbs. The rings on my fingers starting from my pinky fingers were gold bands with a large ruby, the ring fingers had gold bands with a large emerald, the middle fingers had a gold band with a large sapphire, and the pointer fingers had gold bands with large diamonds. The size of the stones increased from the smallest being the rubies to the largest being the diamonds. I found that I was now sitting in the middle of a large Lotus. The Lotus was turning counter-clockwise so that I could see each of the Divine Mothers, and as I turned, my connection to each of them through the gold beam of Light remained intact. Then, I saw that the White Light from above was now streaming down through each of the Divine Mothers, just as it was still doing through me, and the Light that was going through Their Root Chakras was also enveloping the Earth. Next, all of the Divine Mothers were now also sitting in the middle of a large Lotus. As I continued to turn counter-clockwise, They were all turning clockwise. When this began, white and pink rose petals began to “rain” down on us. Suddenly, I was aware that Sai Baba and Babaji were present. As I noticed them, I realized that actually Shirdi Sai Baba, Sathya Sai Baba, Prema Sai Baba, Babaji and Muktananda were all present. They each had long black hair down to Their waists and Their hair was all in dreadlocks. The ring of Violet Flame that had been around all 108 Divine Mothers now enclosed around me and engulfed me. As the Violet Flame was “burning” me, all my Babas were dancing around me in the same clockwise manner as the Divine Mothers were still turning on Their Lotuses. In my Heart center, was a large ruby with a flame inside of it. As the Violet Flame became more and more intense, the ruby became brighter and brighter in color, and the flame inside of the ruby became brighter and brighter. I stood up inside the Violet Flame and began to dance. Now, all of the 108 Divine Mothers began dancing too, and all of my Babas were still dancing around me. Suddenly, because of the intensity of the flame within the ruby, the ruby shattered into pieces. As the shattered pieces flew out, a piece of the ruby was embedded into the Heart of all my Babas and all of the 108 Divine Mothers. Then, the flame that had been within the ruby turned into the Sun. My Heart Chakra was now the Sun. The Sun expanded, larger and larger, engulfing all of my Babas and all of the 108 Divine Mothers. We were all within the expansive Sun together, One with it and each other, and still separate in consciousness. At this point my body began to expand. It expanded so large that it engulfed the Sun, which remained in my Heart Chakra, and all of my Babas and all of the 108 Divine Mothers were dancing within my body. White light was pouring out from the tips of my fingers and toes. My eyes were now the Fire. Within me, I could feel growing from the base of my spine (actually in the yoni area) a LARGE Shivalingam. As the Shivalingam grew up inside of me, it consumed every space inside of me, and I even felt a little like my throat was “choking.” Instantaneously, my outer body dissolved into ash and fell to the base of the Shivalingam. The Shivalingam was now glowing like a hot ember. Then, out of the pile of ash that lay at the bottom of the glowing Shivalingam, my body began to emerge again. As my body emerged from the ash, it was once again enveloping the Shivalingam so that it was inside of my body. I realized that my body was now very different. I no longer had white skin. My skin was pitch black. My hair was no longer blonde. It was now also pitch black and it was in dreadlocks down to my waist. My eyes were no longer Fire. They were a deep blue almost black color. At this point, I came out of the meditation and my body slumped over. It was very very weak, and I could not will it to move. I laid there in a daze as I listened to the end of the Lalitha Ashtotram. When the Lalitha Ashtotram completed, it took a bit more time before I had the strength to sit up. After I was able to sit up, I still felt very weak and the top of my head was vibrating. As soon as I was able, I sat down to recall my experience and document it.

Did this really happen to me? Is this a true experience or is my mind in delusion? I feel it must be true because I feel no separation and I only have the desire to hear “Om Namah Shivaya.” It must be true. How else can I explain the experience of my physical body?

I am reminded that when my niece began to speak, her first word, before Mama or Dada, was Kika. My sister and I thought she was trying to say my son’s name, Caleb. One day when my son and I were visiting my sister, my niece was crying out, “Kika, Kika, Kika.” We thought she was trying to get my son’s attention. I turned to him and said, “Caleb, would you please answer her.” My niece then responded, “Not Caleb. Eileen!!!” That was the moment my sister and I realized that all this time my niece had been asking for ME. Ever since then, for the past 18 years, I have been known as Kika in my family, and all children call me Kika. I knew in the moment that my niece revealed that she was asking for me, that this name “Kika” was a name she had brought in from Spirit. The name always felt incomplete to me, as if it was “baby-talk” for another name. Now, I am feeling very aligned with the Spiritual name Kalika. After what I have experienced today, I believe that is the name that my niece was trying to say, and how auspicious that it was her first word. Also, how interesting that 18 years later, I should have this experience.

Kalika
Daytona Beach, FL, USA
2014-04-02

I have had several dreams with Babaji, most of them were showing me where i needed to look at something in my life. This dream was a little different. There was my family, myself and Babaji sitting in a room that I had never seen before, like a living room. The family was familiar to me in the dream, as I knew this was my star family. Not the same family I have here on earth. There was a woman, my mother, Father and I believe 2 siblings, all were dark haired. I was sitting with my star family on a couch. Babaji was to our left and I believe he was sitting on the floor in front of us. In his hand he held a diagram of the golden mean. That is the spiral shape that looks like a seashells outline which has to do with fibonacci number system, or how all of life unfolds in a pattern on this earth. This seemed to be on a piece of clear plastic so you could see through it. He held this over a picture of the earth and he was gently chanting as we watched. There was also some music playing which he said was very important to the process. This was the end of the dream, but I feel he was somehow healing the earth in his sweet and gentle way as we all sat and watched.

Laura
Cotopaxi, USA
2014-02-05

On my very first trip to Haidakhan (in 1991) I was staying in the hotel in Haldwani where most of the devotees used to stay. In the evening while in my room I suddenly realized that still I really didn't know how to proceed to Haidakhan the next day, although I had already paid the usual visit to Sri Muniraji's place in the afternoon. - I didn't have to wait long, there was a knock on my door and in front of me stood a German devotee from Munich, Peter, who said he just came to tell me the exact way to Haidakhan, mentioning the time when the bus to Dam Site would go in the morning and from which place in Haldwani. - He then said: I'll now go to visit the doctor! - Having heard this there was a bell ringing in my head and I was about to say: Can I come with you? - but didn't dare to ask, so he went and next morning I went to the bus stop. - Again after a few minutes a tall man stood in front of me saying: Don't worry the bus will come within a few minutes! - Then he said: Peter has told me about you - I'm the doctor of Haidakhan hospital! - So Narayan Singh and I went on the same bus and although he later proceeded much quicker than me on foot to the ashram, he made sure I would have a porter taking me the right way there.

On another occasion (1996), while camping on Montezuma beach/Costa Rica where I least expected it I saw a sign "Om Namah Shivay" in Hindi among the bushes of the second part of the beach. It turned out there was a Babaji devotee living there in a makeshift home, inviting me for a coffee (which I had just been craving for since the beach was otherwise empty) after I had greeted him with "Om namah Shivay" and telling me he had had a fire ceremony the night before with an Italian guy whom he described and who I could later meet.

Babaji is everywhere whenever you need him !

Bhole Baba ki Jai!!!
Anna Sudhakar
Cologne, Germany
2014-01-25