Spiritual Inspiration: God and I by Sapna Mukherjee

Sapna Mukherjee

Sapna Mukherjee


Spiritual Inspiration: God and I by Sapna Mukherjee
By Sapna Mukherjee

I am a staunch devotee of Sathya Sai Baba. Ever since I was a small girl, I remember I would sing bhajan s in front of him in Delhi. I feel I was born to sing for him and that’s why sometimes the people who I work with, my family and friends, tease me about my devotion for him. They think I am completely mad. They even call me “Kalyug ki Meera”.

I personally believe that whatever has happened in my life is largely because of God and destiny. Main do kadam bhi unke bina chal nahin sakti. That’s why there is a little mandir which goes with me everywhere I go. I constantly feel His presence in my life. Everything that happens in my life, in my career is all because He wants it to be that way.

I remember there was a phase some time in 1995 when songs were written that had double meaning. I couldn’t bring myself to sing such songs. In fact, all through my career I have never compromised on anything.

Ever since I came to Mumbai to be part of Kalyanji-Anandji’s group, who were instrumental in me getting my first break – an opportunity to sing for Feroz Khan’s Jaanbaaz , I have always lived one dream. My mother wanted to be a singer but she could not because in those days, it was not considered right to be a professional singer. She wanted me to fulfill her dream and I have single-mindedly focused on that.

You know how difficult it can be for a young, single girl to survive in this industry, what with everybody expecting you to compromise on something or the other, but I’m glad I stuck to my principles and moved on.

I may have lost out on many films but whatever I have got is Baba’s blessings or every song I sang would not have been a hit in its own right. I feel that it’s Baba who has charted the course of my career and of course Kalyanji- Anandji and Feroz Khan who consider me as part of their family.

I was going through depression when I couldn’t see myself singing double meaning songs and that’s when I decided to give up my career. I had almost decided to give up playback singing totally and concentrate on bhajans.

But again I think it was Sathya Sai Baba’s wish that I met Sir or Sahara Shri Subroto Roy. I had sung a jingle for the Sahara group, which Sir had liked and it was him who said that I shouldn’t leave the industry, which had given me everything I have today. That’s when he asked me to be part of the Sahara Parivaar. He told me to sing for any producer, for any channel, for anything as long as I was happy doing it and committed to doing it.

Sometimes, I feel it is Sathya Sai Baba who has come into my life in the form of Sir. He’s my guide, my friend and my mentor. Today I feel grateful to God for everything he’s given me. Money has never driven me. My work has. Soon, I will be releasing an album which is produced by Sahara and has music by Raju Singh. It was Sir’s idea that I break away from my image of singing only racy numbers and sing some sensitive songs. It’s shaping up well but ultimately it will be Baba who will decide its fate and I will have to accept it.

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Sathya Sai Baba Knows

Sathya Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba


Sathya Sai Baba Knows

What would you do if you were caught up or trapped in an uncanny situation in a secluded place where no human help was expected? A sincere prayer with total surrender is the lone way out. How would God react to such a prayer that comes with ‘Other than you, refuge there is none” attitude. Here is an incident narrated by a former civil servant of India, as reported in the January 1975 issue of Sanathana Sarathi.

I was on a trekking expedition in the Himalayas to Gangotri. On the return journey, the petrol tank of the car sprung a leak, at a desolate place, between Harsil and Jhala. The precious liquid drained away into the ravines.

It was late in the evening; not a soul was found anywhere. Petrol could be obtained only from Uttarakashi, 60 miles away. And, 60 miles in the Himalayan Region is equal to at least 200 miles in the plains!

Even if petrol could be obtained, the problem remained as to how to store and use it; for, the gaping hole in the tank was as big as a saucer. Hence, first, the hole had to be closed by welding. Where could that welding be done?

It looked as if we had to persuade the ladies and children to walk to safety towards some village near by in the fast enveloping darkness; then we had to remove the petrol tank and carry it for a distance of 60 miles to Uttarakashi and get it welded there and bring it back and fit it to the car; then, we could fill up with petrol, provided we get some quantity. All this had to be done, before the car could move an inch out of that vast wilderness. Certainly, we were in for three or four days of suffering, in the shivering snows. For, we had no other person who can act as mechanic or driver.

And, lo! What cannot a prayer do? This is when Sathya Sai Baba came to help! His presence was felt by me in the midst of that desolate despair. I announced, immediately, that relief was at hand and will soon be arriving. I told the family that Baba would tell us later at Puttaparthi how we had suffered and prayed and how he had helped us.

No sooner I said so, a jeep came round and gave us five litres of petrol in a tin; they gave us also a big cake of soap, so that we might stop the leak by plugging the hole with it. The car started without trouble; we proceeded a few miles and reached Jhala, at the bottom of a mountain at least 10,000 feet high.

We could get no food or accommodation at that place. We also discovered that the cake of soap had fallen off, and the tank had gone dry!

We prayed again and again, Sathya Sai Baba answered our prayers. The same vehicle appeared before us, and the mysterious helper suggested this time that the petrol tin be fitted near the engine itself; he advised us to provide a direct connection with a length of rubber tubing. This was done and, lo, the car started and mounted up the perilous ascent of the Sukhi Himalayas, 10,000 feet high. The entire population of Jhala had come to cheer us, when we ventured to move into the Heights, with Sai and the Stars, as our sole Guide and Companions.

That quantity of petrol too was consumed that night to the last drop; Baba sent us succour in the same mysterious manner. Petrol was provided and we reached Ganganani late at midnight, safe and sound. We got both food and accommodation there and felt relieved and happy. The next day, by about noon, we reached Uttarakashi, with the least discomfort. The tank too was welded there. Further journey was smooth and uneventful.

When we met Baba at Puttaparthi, on our return from the mountaineering adventure; He welcomed us, with a twinkle in his eyes. He recounted the story of our travels, and told us all the detail’s of the succour He gave us, before we got a chance to open our mouth.

He knew. He had helped us. He had answered our prayers.

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The Glimpse He Granted

Sathya Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba


The Glimpse He Granted

Miracles are My visiting cards, said Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba referring to Him performing miracles in the life of devotees. These miracles could be a materialisation, saving from a fatal accident or from a tensed situation, in the form of unseen Divine providence or it could be a word of revelation from the secret life of some one. But, He does it in style, bringing the recipient back on to the right track instilling greater faith in him. Read such an interesting account from the life of a former student as extrated from January, 1987 issue of Sanathana Sarathi.

It was a bright sunny morning. We had all just settled on the portico for Swami’s Darshan. The rustle of His robe and the sweet fragrance announced His Divine Presence. To my delight I was called for an interview with my parents.

I was a most badly behaved boy indulging in ‘Modern’ behavioral attitudes. I would like to admit that the entire family believed in Swami, except me. When we came to Prasanthi Nilayam in 1980, my brother got admission in the Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning and we got Swami’s grace for the first time. Swami poured his love on us. Even then, my natural instincts turned lovingly towards the enchanting Person but my weaknesses and worldly habits turned me away from Him. I lacked the moral fibre to transform myself. I was scared that He would reveal my nefarious doings. In fact, I loved and dreaded Swami’s Interview. In fact I wanted to get away from Puttaparthi and I wanted to avoid joining Swami’s School. But Swami’s infinite mercy and grace did not throw me into the jaws of the world.

I went inside with bated breath and beating heart. As usual groups of devotees were taken in by Bhagawan, into the inner interview room. I was relieved when our turn was over and Swami moved to distribute Vibhuti packets. Suddenly He halted. The expression on His countenance changed from motherly Love to fatherly sternness. He beckoned me back into the inner interview room, alone!

My hands would not stop shaking and my heartbeat raced beyond the range of my E.C.G. scale. He was already seated and commanded me to sit at His Feet. I sweated profusely. Then He asked me a question, “Tell me! Do you believe in Swami or not?” (By now it had become a choice between wanting to believe in Swami or not). He then gave me an undeniable and incredible proof of His omnipresence, of which even my own mother did not know. He told me how, utilizing my pocket money, I had gone to a Hindi movie, instead of attending school. He even told me the name of the film I had gone to, the name of the friend with whom I had gone, a Sarabjit Singh and even the amount of money I spent on ‘Samosas’ during the interval which was incidentally Rs. 10/ . This revelation jolted me into the realization of my aimless derogatory living and opened new vistas of a happy, joyful life, in which I have made and am making sincere efforts to transform myself.

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Baba Gifts Varsity Campus To Muddenahalli

Baba Gifts Varsity Campus To Muddenahalli
24 Nov 2008, 0014 hrs IST, B S MANU RAO, TNN

Puttaparthi : A campus of the Sri Sathya Sai University will be set up at Muddenahalli by Sri Sathya Sai Baba. This campus will offer degree courses to help students from the area acquire a degree without having to incur the costs of coming to a college in Bangalore. Like all of Baba’s institutions, this too will be totally free of charge.

Baba made this announcement on Sunday evening while addressing a huge gathering of devotees on the occasion of his 83rd birthday celebrations at the Sai Kulwanth Hall, Prashanti Nilayam. Presently, two schools aided by Baba’s Trust offer SSLC and CBSC schooling free of charge.

Over a lakh of devotees thronged Prashanti Nilayam on Sunday for the birthday celebrations. The bedecked ashram wore a festive look. Rameshwar Thakur, Governor of Karnataka, and cricketer Sunil Gavaskar were among the devotees.

Baba stressed on the need to cultivate love. He called on the devotees to harbour love for all, regardless of whether others help or hurt them.

Bhajans and talks on spirituality marked the occasion. “It is only the seeds of love that can lead a person to peace and out of this epidemic of turmoil all around. And this is just what Baba is doing. This is what his birthday is all about”, said C Sreenivas, who has been closely associated with Baba for decades and has worked on all his major social welfare projects.

Sreenivas summed up the significance of the celebrations aptly, “Baba’s discourse on Saturday dwelt on love. It is perceptible here. This is what we need in these troubled times”.

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Muddenahalli is a village situated 7 km from Chikballapur in Kolar District of Karnataka State. It is the birth place of Sir. M. Visweswaraih, one of the profound engineers India has seen. 0.5 km from Muddenahalli is the residential school, Sri Sathya Sai Loka Seva Pre-University College. The School has hostel facility in seven batches, State syllabus from 8th standard to 10th standard both English and Kannada, junior high school from 5th standard to 7th standard Kannada medium only, CBSE syllabus from 6th standard to 10th standard and PUC commerce & Science. The School was created by Mr. Late Madiyal Narayana Bhat, primarily in Alike, South Canara and eventually in Muddenahalli. After the death of Sri Madiyal Narayan Bhat the School is run under the guidance & blessing of Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

The school has a dedicated team of more than 70 lectures, whole dedicated to the upliftment of the society, and with commitment of serving for the cause for which the school has started. Sri B Narayana Bhat is the honourable secretary of the institution.

Every year hundreds of students from all grades pass out of the institution with full discipline and moral integrity developed within them through the institution. Today Muddenahalli has grown as full fledge college having science,commerce, arts in pre-university level. Today hundreds of students having strength of shining character, incredible attitude towards teachers, parents, elders andsociety.

Home Is Where The Heart Is – A Journey To Sathya Sai Baba

Nearest & Dearest

Nearest & Dearest

Home Is Where The Heart Is – A Journey To Sathya Sai Baba

Indian philosophers talk of the Monkey way and the Way of the Cat in spiritual progress. In the case of the former, the young monkey holds on to the mother and is carried by her from tree to tree and if it loosens its grip, the kid may fall down; but in the case of the latter, the mother cat takes the young one by its teeth and carries it to wherever it is supposed to be taken. In the case of Jag dish Prasad who has joined our editorial team, the Lord seems to have used the latter method and transformed his heart with his mind becoming aware of it only much later!

Was it Tweedledee or was it Tweedledum who told Alice, “Begin at the Beginning”? When did it all begin? Listening to a religious lecture in the late 50s in the company of my mother? Or was it during the month’s stay at Whitefield in the late 80s when I helped out cleaning the grounds at Brindavanam? Sitting for Darshan, mornings and evenings, gazing at Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba and crying for no reason at all and then pretending dirt had got into my eyes; then being dragged for Nagar Sankirtan, attending the Thursday bhajans and the all night bhajan during Shivaratri. Don’t ask me why I let myself be Shanghied? I don’t know. I think I did it to please my wife. She had been named by Baba when her mother placed her as a baby in Baba’s arms. My in-laws are staunch devotees of Baba and it goes back to the late 50s. I, of course, was under the impression I was not. I fought back like only a mean, “ornery” journalist would. But the seed had been sown by Baba without my being aware of it. I was, as it were, being chased by the hounds of heaven there was no escape and I did not know it. I thought I had escaped Baba’s divine clutches, when I made myself back to the muck-raking world of hard political journalism, covering communal riots, and in between bouts of ‘stories’, listening to bhajans, chorals, blues and Bach.

Ramana Maharishi

Ramana Maharishi

Then one day something snapped. My wife and I decided to take a holiday and see South India. The first stop was Tiruvanamalai and the ashram of Sri Ramana Maharishi. We went as tourists and we stayed for a week in the ashram’s guest house. And spent our days going on giripradakshina ( going around the sacred hill of Arunachala), sitting for the daily recitation of Tamil scriptures and works of Ramana and a host of other things. The week ended and we were back in Bangalore, when my wife expressed a wish to go to Shirdi. I refused, put my foot down and all that. But the end of the month saw us at the Kopergaon railway station flagging an autorickshaw to Shirdi!

You see the pattern here. I was as obstinate as a mule and here I was standing in line for the kakad (morning) arathi at the shrine of Shirdi Sai Baba and what is more, trying to sing along!

Shirdi Sai Baba

Shirdi Sai Baba

I put it down to some sort of mental aberration. But Swami obviously had other ideas. A week in Shirdi and I had still not figured it out.

Back in Bangalore I joined another national weekly magazine. Some evenings were spent at the Ramana Maharishi Meditation Hall in the city (Believe me, I was just resting my feet ! ?) One evening I was going through some old battered volumes of Summer Showers in Brindavan, and that only because I had no P D James or Kate Millet by my side. If you don’t believe me, that is your problem. The very next morning we decided to go to Tiruvanamalai. This one’s for Ripley’s Believe it or Not. I quit my job. My wife quit hers. Baba, the Compassionate, works his miracles in ways that are unfathomable.

We planned to stay in the ashram for a week. A few days later I was looking for a house to stay. And we stayed for nearly two years. Days were spent in attending the morning prayers at 6 am, going up the hill to Skandashram and on giripradakshina on every alternate day. Somewhere along the way, we gave away our TV, most of the books and most of the furniture and if I may add most of our clothes. It’s funny really that when you gave away most of the things that you feel you cannot do without, you find that you really can do without them. You don’t miss. Reading becomes limited to spiritual books like the Gita, the Dakshinamurti Stotra, Atmabodha Deepika and even older and equally tattered copies of Sanathana Sarathi as well as various volumes of Summer Showers. The web was drawing tighter near and we were blissfully unaware of it.

At the end of two years we decided to return to ‘civilisation’ and I still foolishly thought I would get back to mainstream journalism. But it was not to be. I found myself editing books on Bhagawan, writing articles on people who have experienced His Grace and being slowly but surely enmeshed and enveloped in his Divine love.

Today there are, a few rudiments of what can be passed of as furniture at home. I prefer to sit on the floor, its more comfortable. Hardly any books except spiritual ones, no framed Kangra Valley miniatures or Sabavala lithos on the walls except several photographs of Bhagawan, Ramana Maharishi, Shirdi Sai and Jesus Christ.

I have not seen any manifestations. I have not seen any miracles. Except one. The miracle that Bhagawan worked in my life, changing it forever. And would I ever go back to old life? To be honest, no. I have discovered my Saviour. In His Compassionate grace he took me first to Ramana Maharishi, then to Shirdi Sai and finally gathered me back in his protective arms.

To that corner of His Heart. As somebody once said, Home is where the Heart is.

— Jagadish Prasad

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Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi – Ammachi – The Hugging Saint

Ammachi

Ammachi

Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi – Ammachi – The Hugging Saint
‘Hugging saint’ is compassion in action
By Jane Lampman | Staff writer of The Christian Science Monitor
MARLBOROUGH, MASS.

Some have traveled many miles to the Boston suburbs, from upstate New York, Philadelphia, New Jersey. All come to spend time in her presence – and to receive the tender hug she has given to some 30 million people in several countries.

The small, smiling woman in a white sari is on her yearly tour across the US, drawing thousands at each stop. People sit in line for hours just to be enfolded in that motherly embrace, perhaps asking her a fervent question about a decision that troubles them or the deeper purpose of life.

Amma – the affectionate name for Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi – has been dubbed “the hugging saint” by international media. But her unconventional spiritual practice and her teachings aim at a deeper impact.

The Indian guru wishes to comfort wounded hearts through an expression of unconditional love, but also to awaken in people what she calls the “healing qualities of universal motherhood.” Both men and women can express these qualities, she teaches. “The love of awakened motherhood is a love and compassion felt not only towards one’s own children, but towards all people … to all of nature,” she says. “This motherhood is Divine Love – and that is God.”

For her devotees, it is Amma’s example that draws and holds them. “She is compassion in action,” says Rob Sidon, an American who first encountered Amma during a trip to India, and now acts as a spokesman for the Mata Amritanandamayi (M.A.) Center in Castro Valley, Calif. (This and two regional centers in Santa Fe, N.M., and Ann Arbor, Mich., offer the public a contemplative environment, classes, retreats, and volunteer opportunities.)

In addition to her hugging sessions (which can last for hours, a full day, or overnight, depending on the number of people), she has spurred a host of humanitarian activities in India and elsewhere. They include charitable hospitals and hospices, free housing for the poor, a widow’s pension program, orphanages, and schools for destitute children.

According to Amma’s followers, funds for humanitarian activities come from donations, sales of items on tours, and books and CDs of her talks, sayings, and devotional songs.

The M.A.center in the US donated $1 million to the Bush-Clinton Katrina Fund. And Amma committed $23 millionfor rebuilding after the South Asian tsunami.

Yet for 35 years, this daughter of a poor Keralan fisherman has been dispensing hugs as the central gesture of her life. As a child pulled out of school to work for her family, Amma felt compelled to ease the suffering of elderly neighbors. She washed their clothes and bathed them.

Experiencing physical abuse at home, she says she always knew there was a higher reality beyond the physical. As a girl, she spent hours in meditation and composing devotional songs. She decided not to marry but to devote her life to embracing the world.

Amma – who has also traveled to Europe, Africa, and Australia on that mission – has been coming to the US since 1987. Many at this three-day retreat at a Marlborough, Mass., hotel have seen her before. “Friends recommended I go five years ago because her amazing presence tends to open people’s hearts,” says Monica Martynska, a singer from Princeton, N.J. “She’s changed my life.”

Ms. Martynska has taken up meditation and chanting. “It’s designed to quiet the chattering mind and turn us inward … so we can act from the center of the heart instead of being so reactive,” she explains.

As Amma receives individuals or couples in the main hall, a swami teaches her meditation method in another room. Born within a Hindu context, she emphasizes that love and compassion are the essence of all religions. Amma set up temples in India, stirring controversy by consecrating women priests as well as men.

“She wants womanly qualities to rise up and take their rightful place in the world,” says Beverley Noia, now known as Janani. Formerly a professor of comparative religion at Regis University in Denver, a Catholic institution, she serves as Amma’s videographer and archivist, recording the guru’s global experience. “She’s taught me to be a feminist without anger.”

An independent filmmaker has produced a documentary on the teacher titled “Darshan.” Premiered at the 2005 Cannes Film Festival, it will be released in the US in August. Darshan is Sanskrit for “audience with a holy person” and is the name given to the lengthy hugging sessions.

Amma’s inclusive outreach has brought her stature on the world stage. She was invited to speak at the UN’s 50th anniversary in 1995 and at the Millennium World Peace Summit in 2000. In 2002, she won the Gandhi-King Award for Nonviolence, and in May 2006, an interfaith award previously given to the Dalai Lama and Bishop Desmond Tutu. Many compare her to Mother Teresa.

While some people tend to deify her, the guru says that everyone is divine, and that each one must seek to get rid of the ego and find “their real Self.”

“We human beings are just instruments of God so we should not be egoistic,” Amma emphasizes in an interview. “We should have the awareness that ‘I am just like a pen in the hand of a writer, or a brush in the hands of a painter.’ “

The tireless teacher responds to questions through an interpreter (her native tongue is Malayalam). With each query she turns to smile and communicate eye to eye even as she continues to embrace the faithful. Afterward, she bestows on this reporter a warm hug, a gentle backrub, and a laughing kiss on the cheek.

In addition to the three regional centers, there are small groups across the US, called satsangs, where devotees meet weekly for meditation and singing. But they must also live out their spiritual practice through seva – selfless service.

Chinmayi Ruiz, for instance, who hosts a satsang in Concord, Mass., joins with other volunteers for Mother’s Kitchen. On a regular basis, they cook food at home and take it to serve at various community shelters.

In Amma’s words: “It is through selfless sharing that the flower of life becomes beautiful and fragrant.”

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Fragrance Of Love

Fragrance Of Love

Amma & The Power Of A Hug

Amma

Amma


The power of a hug
George Iype in Kerala
September 25, 2003 01:41 IST

The high and mighty, poor and rich, young and old are lining up in Kochi for a gentle hug, a soothing word and a tender kiss.

The hope of an embrace from ‘hugging saint’ Mata Amritanandamayi has the coastal Kerala city bursting at the seams.

Domestic and international airlines are fully booked for a week; foreigners have landed in chartered flights; special trains are ferrying devotees; and hotels are fully packed as more than half a million followers of Amma have come to the city, which has a population of less than a million.

What brings people like President A P J Abdul Kalam, Prime Minister Atal Bihari Vajpayee, Reliance chief Mukesh Ambani, Sycamore founder Gururaj Deshpande, US Senator Larry Pressler and actress Linda Evans to Amma?

“It is her hug,” says French filmmaker Jan Kounen. Kounen should know, for he and long-time friend and French producer Manuel de la Roche are busy at the Jawaharlal Nehru International Stadium — the venue of the four-day birthday celebrations of Amma — shooting for a film, Another Reality.

“Her hug has fascinated me. I am exploring how a simple woman from Kerala has become a world saint through her gentle touch. You know, through her hug she connects us to the spiritual world,” Kounen added.

Like him, hundreds of thousands of devotees silently queue up as Amma comes to one of the many specially arranged podiums to meet people.

“Look at her face. The spiritual light of her face is all that I need to forget the troubles and miseries of life,” says Jonathan Swift, another devotee from Sweden.

Swift says a hug from Amma is “simply spiritual bliss”. “She has hugged me at least five times in different locations abroad. I felt a kind of spiritual energy in me after Amma embraced me,” Swift, who works with a Swedish pharmaceutical company, said.

In the last three decades, Amritanandamayi, born in the coastal village of Parayakadavu in Kollam, has hugged more than 30 million people.

A Los Angeles Times journalist once asked Amma: “Why do you hug people?” She replied: “This question is like asking the river, ‘why are you flowing.'”

Some years back, Vajpayee visited Amritanandamayi. She embraced Vajpayee and whispered in his ears her patented mantra: “My son, my son.”

“She is showing us the value of the right combination of spiritual ideals and practical wisdom,” Vajpayee, now an ardent devotee of Amma, said after the hug.

Evan Jones, a physiotherapist from the United States, says she fell in love with Amma because “her gentle touch electrified me”.

“The biggest thing about Amma is that she does not have a religion. Her religion is that of love and compassion. Her spiritual empire is love and service,” Jones says.

Agrees Beverley Noia, an American who was professor of comparative religion at a New Mexico university. The idea of god always perplexed her. One day, she met Amma during one of her US visits. “I saw in Amma a real mother. I found that she is the answer to universal motherhood,” says Noia who abandoned her job and joined Amma’s ashram in Kollam eight years ago.

Noia says Amma has proved that religions and languages are no barriers for spiritual fulfilment and human service.

In 1993, Amma addressed Parliament of World Religions in Chicago; in 1995, she spoke at the Interfaith Celebrations at the Cathedral of St John the Divine, New York; in August 2000, she addressed the Millennium World Peace Summit of Religious and Spiritual Leaders at the UN General Assembly; and in October 2002, she spoke at the UN World Conference of Women’s Religious and Spiritual Leaders in Geneva.

“All these addresses were in vernacular Malayalam. But people understand the power of love, though she talks in Malayalam,” says Jones.

What will Amma say when she addresses the CEOs and business leaders who have come from all over the world? One of her close aides says Amma will teach them the fine of art of combining business with social service and spiritual energy.

One of Amritanandamayi’s aides says that in the last three decades, she “has built up a spiritual and service empire that include educational, charity and medical institutions across India and abroad”.

Today, at the age of 50, Amritanandamayi heads huge projects –estimated to be worth Rs 1,000 crore — to help the sick and poor across the country. The ardent CEO followers of Amma will definitely take note.

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Ocean Of Love

Ocean Of Love