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A big lesson

Once, I accompanied Swamiji on his entire Switzerland tour; I drove from one end to the other of the tour. There was a Satsang one evening and I wanted to give him a nice postcard. I’m always very excited when I have the chance to talk to him. A lot of people formed a queue after the Satsang and one by one they had a talk with him. I waited till the end of the line and went to him with a red face which was a result of my excitement. I wanted to give him the card but the only thing he said was: “The German people can come in Germany to me”. I was shocked and deeply hurt. A normal human reaction would have been to get angry. I was not angry at all.  I did not realize at the time that the emotion of hurt is actually anger turned inside toward oneself. I felt sad and there were tears in my eyes. I had the feeling that my heart was going to die. I started to meditate in order to try to understand why Swami had treated me like this.  I finally calmed down and slowly opened my eyes to see what he was doing.

I received the next shock.  A man from Germany was talking to him and they seemed to be having a lot of fun. That was too much for me. I closed my eyes again to meditate. It is impossible to describe how many emotions came up for me, but still I felt a lot of love for Swamiji and the only wish I had was to understand what he wanted to show me with this game. At the point of deep meditation and of self analyzing because of what had happened, I heard Swamiji laughing very loudly. Withoout thinking I looked up at him and saw him with his outstretched arm towards me. He gave me a sign to come to him. He asked me then, “What do you have in your hand?” I gave him the card that I had wanted to give him earlier. He accepted the card and smiled at me with a smile which I will never forget.  At that moment, I realized that all this was a big test for me.

Paari – Germany

Spiritual guidance

Once, in France I asked Swamiji: “Why do some people eat meat?” Swami told me: “It does not matter what they eat but what they have in their heart. You don’t need to be vegetarian, it is more important what you have in your heart: your love, your devotion.

Swami Vishwananda gives us spiritual guidance. He told us “Find the trinity inside you.” At that time I saw the world in a dualistic way as this is wrong and that is right in the darmic way. Swami told me that things in life are not right or wrong, but that what you do always has its consequences. For some people it will be good and for other people it will be bad.

That was an important lesson I learnt from him: St. Senoch or St Pantaleimon, had as much faith and devotion towards Jesus and Mother Mary as a Hindu saint praying to Rama or Krishna. Both have unconditional love and total devotion.

One time I did not prepare for my exam.  I contacted Swami and said to him: “I am having difficulty with the upcoming exam.” Swami said, “Don’t worry I will help.” I took the exam and the result was very good.

When I began my degree, I said to him: “I need a two one.” He prayed to Mother Mary and then said to me: “Don’t worry you will get it.” I told him that I wanted to become a barrister. This was five years before I started the Barrister course (BVC course) and he said: “You will be able to be a barrister.”

Keep on trying

We were in India on holiday with our family. Our father asked if we wanted to go to Mauritius.  We decided that if we could get tickets to Mauritius during the time we wanted to go then we would go. If there were no tickets available then we would go to north India instead. Luckily, there were three seats available, so we went to Mauritius.

We drove a rental car to the ashram of Swami Vishwananda in Quatre-Bornes, and as we did not have the address of the ashram we could not find the place. Suddenly, I saw a friend that knew Swami and I asked him for the address.  He gave us directions and I asked this friend to come with us.
As we arrived at the ashram, Swami was outside watering the Tulsi plant.  He told us that for the past three days he was thinking of us and wanted to meet us.  It was through his grace that we arrived at the ashram.

We wanted to stay longer in Maruritius but we had gone to India with tickets that were valid for only forty days and that time was complete.  We tried to get the tickets extended but we failed. Swami said we would succeed in extending the tickets. We met some high officials from Air Mauritius but they said it was not possible, so we called Swami to tell him we were having difficulties.  He answered “keep on trying”.  We went to the office near closing time for one more time and this time the Air Mauritius staff did it free of charge and we could even choose the time of departure.

Nirmal – UK

A precious diamond

In the summer of 2007 I went to Swami Vishwananda’s spiritual center in Germany for a longer period of time than ever before. Back then, I was still going to school and I wished to spend half of my summer holidays with Swamiji. It was just half a year ago that we had met for the very first time, and yet it felt as if we knew each other for ages. My heart told me that he was my Guru. I never doubted this for a second. But during this summer I became aware of the relevance of the Guru. It became clear to me that having a Guru does not only mean to call someone Guruji and to bow down to his feet, but that there is a person who loves you unconditionally and who does everything to help you to realize your true self. But this also means that first of all our ego needs to be controlled, and this can be at times excruciatingly painful.

Once that summer, I had just come out of the chapel and Swami was sitting on a white chair in the hallway. He said: “Come and sit with me.” Next to him there was an empty seat. But I sat down on the floor. After a short moment of silence he said to me: “Don´t be worried, everything will be fine, OK?” I answered: “OK.” But mentally I was wondering what was going to happen with me. After another moment of silence he turned around to call another boy of about my age. The other boy came and sat down on the empty chair. A short talk about superficial subjects developed between the boy and Swamiji. I tried to participate but they ignored me.

After they finished their conversation Swamiji waved to the boy to follow him into the chapel. I did not know whether to stay where I was or to leave. After about three minutes I decided to leave. I had just gotten up when the other boy came out of the chapel and showed me his right hand with a big smile on his face. On his ring finger there was the biggest and shiniest diamond I have ever seen. I smiled back. But inwardly I felt sad and hurt. “Why does Swamiji not materialize a ring for me?“ Such were my thoughts. Later I realized that he had foreseen this inner conflict in me by saying that everything will be fine. Today, I know that it was my hurt ego which had caused me pain and sadness. And I know that the gift of his teaching that I had received from him was worth much more than any diamond. This is what we need to move closer to God.

I remember the speech Swami gave at the darshan in Friedrichshafen, when I met him for the first time. He said that the most beautiful and precious treasures and jewels of the ocean always are at the deepest spots and that humans do everything to get to them. We have also to dive deep into the ocean of our heart to get to the most precious jewel there is- Love.

Dyutidharananda – Germany

The Divine Mother’s challenge

I was in Mauritius in the summer of 1999 and Swami had allowed me to be in his presence while he was meditating at night. During the space of three nights different deities would visit him in his room.

On the first night the compassionate Mother, Ma Durga appeared in Swami’s room. She showered love and blessing on me before leaving. I felt so honoured and elevated with energy after this that I was not able to sleep. I was so restless I kept asking Swami different questions about her. Eventually he told me to go to sleep as he was very tired.

On the second night another form of Shakti (feminine energy) came into the room while Swami was in deep meditation and left, giving us Her blessings.

On the third night again Swami was in meditation and another form of Shakti appeared. By now I was growing slightly anxious over the last few nights in fear that the Divine Maha Kali Ma would pay us a visit! I had heard stories where people had said that they had been shouted at by the Divine Mother and did not wish to be one of them!

So on this third night The Divine Mother form that appeared asked me “What do you want”? Although I was unaware which form of Shakti was talking to me, I remember that I was in complete awe of Her and Her energy. Again She asked firmly, “What do you want from me”? I did not know what to ask of Her, so I looked at Swami for guidance. However, he was still in deep meditation. She asked for a third and fourth time, “What do you want”? She was starting to lose her patience with me! I tried to search my mind for something to say, however I couldn’t come up with anything to ask her! My mind went completely blank.

As the Divine Mother was beginning to lose her patience with me, I started to consider that this form of Shakti might indeed be the Divine Kali Ma. Again I looked at Swami to ask for help; but he was still in deep meditation. At this point I considered the option of escaping out of the room. The only plausible way I could see out of the room was the window; however the bars on the windows restricted my escape! I tried to re-examine my escape plan again, however the altar in the room was completely covered in vibhuti and kumkum. I knew that if I messed this up, in trying to escape, Swami would be angry with me! Therefore I decided it would be in my best interest to stay where I was.

I sat quietly and the Divine Mother asked for a final time “What do you want”? Finally an idea entered my mind. I thought to myself, if I call this Divine Shakti by Ma Amba, she would appear in the form of Ma Amba. I foolishly replied, “Just your blessings Ma Amba, just all your blessings”. A stern voice replied, “I am not Amba Ma I am Kali Ma”! Acknowledging what an unwise thing I had just done, I quickly asked Ma Kali to explain Her different forms to me, which she did. Ma Kali explained that there are nine different forms of Shakti and showed all nine forms to me. She then explained that She must leave and told me that in order for Her to leave, I must cut a lemon into two parts, which I did and She left.

After about fifteen minutes Swami came out of Samadhi meditation. He looked at me and asked me why I wasn’t sleeping. I explained to Swami that Ma Kali had appeared and he smiled at me and asked one simple question. He said, “How did she sound”? I replied, “What? What do you mean”? He asked again, how did Her voice sound”? I replied, “It was very nice but compared to Ma Durga she was scary”! Swami gently smiled and went back into samadhi. At that very moment Ma Kali reappeared in the room and said in an angry tone, “Am I scary Ravi? This will be your last day on earth!”

Understandably, I panicked and again tried to escape via the barred windows but as before I was going nowhere! I quickly asked for Ma Kali’s forgiveness and she forgave me straight away. She explained that I was Her child and she would never hurt me. She continued to explain different aspects and significance of her Kali form and then left.

Swami came out of samadhi and smiled at me and asked again what had happened. As before I explained to him what had happened and he laughed. Swami then told me to go to sleep as he had asked me to accompany him to Port Louis the next day. Swami went back into samadhi for the third time. I tried to sleep but was not able to as the whole experience had filled me with so much energy.  All of a sudden Ma Kali appeared in the room for a third time. I thought to myself, what have I done wrong now!?  I tried to escape but I was again trapped in the room by my guru, the altar, the bars on the windows and the Divine Mother. I turned to the Divine Ma Kali who said, “Ravi, I would   like to test you, tomorrow I will appear three times in front of you at the temple. You will need to recognise me at least once; otherwise it will be your last day on earth”!  Saying this, She left once again.

I was afraid and did not know how I was going to recognise Ma Kali. I knew Swami would have the answer so I waited patiently for him to come out of samadhi. After an hour or so, Swami came out of samadhi and asked me why I was still sitting up looking at him. I told him what had happened and again he found it very funny. I asked him for his guidance as to how I would be able to recognise the Divine Ma Kali. However Swami said, “I am tired now. I think I am going to get some sleep.” Shocked at his calm reaction I turned to him and said, “How can you sleep at a time like this! It might be my last day on earth tomorrow! No more Ravi! You would miss me!” Swami just laughed and eventually said “The solution is very simple bro, all you need to do is touch the feet of every woman that enters the temple tomorrow and accept her as Ma Kali.” I asked him, “Do I need to touch Tina’s feet?” (Swami’s sister & my cousin sister) knowing that she would make fun of me for doing so. Swami replied smiling “No you don’t have to touch Tina’s feet, just touch the feet of married women bro.”

Then Swami went to sleep, however I could not as I kept thinking about what would happen if I failed Ma Kali’s given test. Before I knew it, it was 6 am. I got out of bed and went to have a shower and open the temple doors so that all the devotees could come and take the Lord’s blessings.

I sat on the temple steps and waited. As every woman would come and go I would walk up to them and touch their feet. I think they all thought I was a bit strange! My aunt came and asked me to come in for breakfast but I refused since I did not want to miss a single woman who came to the temple, as it might have been Ma Kali. My mother also came to see Swami that morning and I touched her feet, which she found to be extremely strange!

At midday Swami came to me and asked if I was ready to travel to Port Louis with him so I said, “No bro, how can I? I have to stay here and greet all the women; otherwise I may not be able to accompany you anywhere ever again”! Swami laughed and called me into his room. There the Divine Mother appeared. I was afraid that I had already failed the test that She had set me. She said in a calm voice “I have watched you all day my son, you have passed the test.” She went on to say, “Ravi, I visited you now four times in one day. You are very lucky, there are many souls that dedicate their lives to me and I have not appeared in front of them.” The Divine mother allowed me to have Her blessings and told me that as I had passed her test, She would grant me a boon of my choice.  I did not know what to ask for at the time, as my mind had frozen. I thought to ask the Divine Mother for liberation. However I realised that I have been blessed with a great guru who would lead me to liberation. I therefore asked the Divine Mother to appear whenever I needed Her guidance. The Divine mother chanted a mantra and then said, “So it shall be.” Before She left She told me that I should remember She is present in all women and I must make sure that I treat all women with respect.

I then set out with Swami for Port Louis. While I was there I bought a picture of Ma Kali, which I asked Swami to bless. On our return Swami put the picture on his altar, two minutes after doing so the picture was covered in kumkum. Swami called me into his room and explained that Ma Kali would always be with me and from time to time She would come and visit me.

The Divine Mother visits again

Just as Swami had said, the Divine Mother did visit me again, this time in London. I was working in a phone shop and an afro-Caribbean woman walked into the shop. She was dancing with a big wooden stick in her hand. As she was drawing a lot of attention to herself my manager was afraid and wanted to call the police. I told her that I would try to deal with the woman without police involvement. Before I spoke to the woman I closed my eyes and asked for my guru’s grace, to enable me to deal with this situation. I asked the woman how she was. She replied directly “I want something from you, give me anything from the store”. I said “I can’t give you something, but I can buy something for you.” She replied while dancing and jumping “You don’t need to buy me anything, just give me something”. I tried to concentrate on my guru’s inner voice again and asked him how I could deal with this situation. I could hear my guru advising me, to not worry and to continue talking to her. The woman asked a couple of times “Don’t you know who I am? Tell me who I am!” I thought hard in my mind and thought that this woman could be Ma Kali. The woman opened her arms as this thought entered my mind and said, “You recognized me son,” and She hugged me. After doing this she danced happily out of the shop with her stick in her hand. Swami said to me afterwards, when he visited London that the Divine Mother would visit me again.

Ravi – UK

My questions are answered

I went to Mauritius in 1998, because my grandmother was seriously ill and the doctors had given up hope informing the family that she did not have long to live. I remember I visited her first and then went to stay with Swami. While talking to Swami about the situation he said, “I don’t feel it’s our grandmother’s time to leave this body. She will recover even though the doctors have predicted that she has only two days to live”.  Two days later our grandmother’s health had not only improved but she walked all the way to my uncle’s (Swami’s father) house to visit us!

At the time I was seventeen years old and I was not very spiritually-minded. I remember one night we couldn’t sleep, so we decided to go up to the roof and listen to bhajans on a loudspeaker and dance. We were very excitable and energetic at 2 am in the morning and we were having lots of fun. I recall that Swami and I were dancing, holding onto each other and spinning out of control and letting off fireworks! Swami’s mother and sister had tried to convince us all to turn off the music and go to bed which we eventually agreed to do around 4 am. Everyone had started to make their way down to the house to sleep, apart from Swami, myself and another boy who stayed on the roof.

We started to chat about spirituality. I found that I was   engrossed with what Swami was saying and was becoming increasingly inquisitive. I asked him some questions about the universe, my life and spirituality. Swami listened to my questions and then presented me with a unique and awesome opportunity whereby he offered to meditate on my questions and ask a divine soul to personally come and answer them.

Swami began to meditate and about fifteen minutes later I heard an astounding deep voice from behind Swami ask me “What do you want”? I turned around to see who was actually talking to me; however I did not know who it was. Present on the roof was Swami, another boy and myself and none of us were talking! I felt a powerful energy and some sort of apparition or light appear behind Swami. I could feel this energy and see a blue and white tinted light. It felt like a surge of electricity around me. The other boy present during this time put his hands together to pray before this divine energy. I did not know what to say, so I kept silent. The divine being started to talk to me about myself and also explained to me that Swami was his child, a part of Himself born on earth in human form to awaken the divinity in us all, to realize the Supreme Lord. He also spoke to me about my special connection with Swami.

The divine being then asked me, “Do you remember when I danced as Nataraja and split the earth into two lands”? I tried to recall any memory of this event but I could not. However I nodded my head out of respect to say I remembered, but in reality I did not. I was amazed when the being then asked me, “What do you want Ravi?” I replied, “Only your blessing Bhagwan Shankar”. Swami was still meditating at this point. Shankar Bhagwan then suddenly said, “Your brother is needed, I have to leave.” I asked “But why?” He replied in a calm manner “Because your uncle and your cousin are coming now. I have to leave so that both you and your brother can greet him”. Shankar Bhagwan gave me his blessing and told me that he would always be with me and left.

At this point I thought to myself that it being four o’clock in the morning, surely my uncle would not visit us at this time of night. Swami came out of his meditation and opened his eyes.  As I turned my head, I saw my uncle and cousin approaching the house. They could not sleep so they wanted to visit us!

Ravi – UK

Facing death, I wake up to life

Cancer is an alarm clock that is really hard to ignore. There’s just no hitting the snooze button, rolling over, and going back to sleep.

The first I heard of Swami Vishwananda was from Madhevi in 2002. We made friends when as a researcher she visited the clinic in northern Switzerland where I spent four weeks in cancer treatment. She told me Swami would be in Ticino, far south at the end of that month. She gave me intricate directions to get there but my two little girls were missing me, I was exhausted and just wanted to get home to the States. I didn’t forget Swami: There had been something compelling in his eyes as I’d gazed at his picture on the flyer.

In 2003, I made another trip to Switzerland for treatment. Again, I was so close to him and my future brothers and sisters but didn’t know it.

Four years later back home in Rhode Island, I impulsively threw open a yoga magazine I’d never read before and there he was — again. He was coming to New York, a familiar playground to me. It was to be a homecoming in many senses. I got a hold of Madhevi and discovered she’d also be there.

When Swami entered, the energy in the room shifted. His voice was like a lasso and when surrounded by stillness, I felt my life as I had known it gently slip away.

In a private interview the next day we spoke about my decision around age six to be a monk, my entering a religious order at eighteen and leaving a few years later, about cancer and Archangel Michael. He assured me that cancer “would not be a problem.” Later in the waiting room, looking over the Hudson, he said he didn’t much care for New York. He noticed a scab on my hand where a small but deep wound was healing. Smiling, he flicked away something invisible from the spot a few times. I kept falling into his eyes and asked him if he was my guru. “Listen to your heart,” was all he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I returned home, set up a little altar, placed his picture next to my bed and began using the vibhuti in ways that seemed to make sense. I spoke to Swami in my mind and heart. I never seemed to hear answers but that was all right.

That was April. In July, my life as I’d known it ended once again— and not very gently at all. I returned to New York for a six-month follow-up ultrasound and expected to hear the same news I’d heard every four to six months for the previous five years — that the cancer was still growing, but slowly and that what I’d been doing to manage it as a chronic condition was still working.

Instead, I learned it had metastasized to my lymphatic system. I was advised to go to Holland for a unique MRI soon. This would clearly show the extent of it and help determine appropriate treatment options. Holland had been coming up for months in the strangest ways.

On hearing the news, I wandered numbly around the city before going to New Jersey to see my father. He is close to ninety and still living independently, but he is now the child and I am the parent. I lied to him by saying the cancer situation was unchanged. There was no way to take this in. I couldn’t get my head around it.

Metastasized prostate cancer is medically incurable. From a medical perspective, it’s the beginning of the end. Although I had always believed I wouldn’t die of this cancer, and Swami had confirmed that, there was no way to integrate this new development with my long-held belief. I knew Swami would not let me down. I knew he’d help me find the healing only God can provide. The only treatment option for me now was a spiritual one. It was a relief in a sense.

In August I arrived in Nijmegen on the easternmost edge of Holland, curiously being within walking distance from Germany and Swami’s ashram. The MRI results were worse than expected and there were gracious apologies from the two kind-hearted doctors. Ay-yi-yay! Nothing about it felt real. I felt alone but hopeful. I was to see Swami again.

From the beginning, I’d believed the cancer was a wake-up call from my Self to me; it would only be a death and rebirth of my spirit. It brought me back to the spiritual path in a more focused and intense way than ever before.

At fifty-eight, it had been forty years since I’d first entered a monastery. Since early childhood I knew I was supposed to do God’s work. It had been crystal-clear to me up until my mid-twenties that my purpose was that of a priest-teacher-counsellor. By my early thirties, I’d been ordained in a non-denominational church after two years of study. Dissatisfied, I investigated ordination in the Episcopal Church and the Unitarian Association, visited the Trappist monks, sat Zen, explored the metaphysical world, and attended the Kripalu Centre in Massachusetts for years during which time it became an ashram of nearly 300 monks and nuns.

Yet, something about the Hindu experience felt good. I loved the music, chanting and dancing. Even though I was well versed in world mythologies, much of it seemed very strange. I could never see myself with a guru. Perhaps I lacked faith and trust — or I wasn’t eating enough curry. As time went by, demands of a growing family, two sets of aging parents and running a business took me increasingly further from spiritual practice.

At the end of August 2006, I arrived at Steffenshof. Swami was there and a mudra workshop was scheduled in Freiburg. Madhevi would be going — she’d always guided my evolving connection to Swami. Everyday at the ashram and workshop I seemed to meet another old friend. I’d landed undeniably right in my spiritual family. It was intoxicating and my feet had trouble finding the ground.

Seeds of wisdom

Waiting for my interview with Swami, I collected seeds as I did wherever I went. My life was plants and I’d worked as a horticulturist for eighteen years. Since around the same time in childhood that I had imagined becoming a monk, plants had been my passion.

I was fascinated by the giant Impatiens growing at the corner of Swami’s house, by itself under a tree. This genus of plants gets its name, meaning impatience, because its seed pods literally explode when ripe. In the wrong location it can be highly invasive. I wondered how this lone Impatiens got there. I cupped the pods in my hands because the lightest touch could spray the seeds without warning. Just then Swami came over, greatly amused at how this worked. He and I playfully squeezed every pod, trying to catch the seeds, laughing and talking as we did.

The ripe seeds were black and the unripe ones white. It’s been my experience that a seed can continue to ripen if it’s fully formed, germinate and grow. Swami took my cupped hand holding the fruits of our fun-filled labor: it was a palm full of lovely black and white dots. Just two days before, the MRI scan in Holland had shown the cancerous lymph nodes in white and the normal ones in black. He said, “You know, the white ones will never grow.” Defaulting to my professional knowhow I said, “Well, actually, if you let them ripen, a lot of them will germinate…” Squeezing my hand tightly Swami said loudly, with his eyes blazing, “NO! …No, they will never grow. They have no life.”

In my mind I was saying something like, “He’s really good at Swami stuff but I guess he just doesn’t know much about horticulture…” Mamma mia. Smiling, he left and said I should come back to see him at two o’clock.

Forty years in the desert

Back an hour later, I was still unaware of what had really happened earlier. He gave me healing oil and told me firmly that I was not going to die of cancer and that I needed to stay positive. He closed his hands and eyes and said my name, Michael. When he opened his hands, there was a ring. I flung my arms around him Italian-style and told him I loved him. I don’t recall all he or I said. We were swimming in a warm sea of feeling. I told Swami I wanted to be initiated and he said, “Sure, we will do it tonight after darshan.”

Thereafter I went to the little chapel filled with icons where I could assimilate what had just occurred. I recognized this as the very same Labor Day weekend that it had been precisely forty years ago when I’d first tried to become a monk: It was a biblical metaphor. I’d entered the Dominican order in Providence, Rhode Island forty years before. Now it seemed that forty years of wandering in the desert had come to an end. Realizing the search was over, that I’d reached the Promised Land, I lay face down on the floor and wept. Gratitude and relief overwhelmed me. I’d been carrying broken-heartedness for so long. In that moment, all of my spiritual aspirations from childhood were fulfilled. I knew I was being healed in every way.

The seeds of a whole new spiritual life were sown within me that night at initiation: I’m sure they’ll grow to flower and bear much fruit. By divine design, my guardian angel and friend Madhevi was there to witness Swami initiating me as jal brahmachari Shrihara. The name stands for Lakshmi and Vishnu, the eternal feminine and the eternal masculine.

It was only when driving back to Holland that I got the real meaning of Swami’s words while collecting seeds: The white ones will never grow! They have no life! Now I won’t be surprised when I sow all those Impatiens seeds if half don’t grow.

St. Thomas Aquinas, the medieval Dominican mystic, coined the phrase “felix culpa” to describe original sin, the happy fault, the fortunate fault in human nature that called forth the need for a saviour and brought Jesus to the world. Without the happy fault of cancer, I might not have been blessed by Swami’s presence in my life. Perhaps he was drawing me in all along, waiting for the vehicle of cancer to bring me back to the remembrance of my true Self and a place of readiness.

On a retreat in the States that same year, Swami spoke of himself as a bridge – a bridge to God. God is the true destination.

Shrihara – Michael J. Chille – USA

My burden is taken away from me

For many years I have done my sadhana (yoga/ meditation) in the morning. All of a sudden, a very intense aggression against Swamiji started to surface in me during my sadhana. This continued for several months. It made me very sad and I could not find an explanation for it.
One day I had the opportunity to bring this up with Swami and to tell him that it actually hurt me deeply. He looked at me and said that I had an aggression towards myself that he took away from me. From that moment on the aggression has gone and it has never appeared since. I am eternally grateful for this grace that I experienced through Swami.

Rolf – Germany

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