It is already dark when our bus arrives in LA. Roused from our naps we grab our luggage and proceed to the staff check in area. After receiving a room key (yes! these are just precious to have on tour) I catch Dinner in the staff room, which was prepared by the local satsang. After a while, you start to appreciate these local people who help take care of the traveling staff. This includes acts of kindness such as stocking the staff room with many goodies and yummies and, in most cities, doing our laundry. Everybody contributes a piece to this organization and somehow it works, not just in hosting Amma throughout the world, but also in running the many ashrams and charitable organizations worldwide. As a volunteer, all I really have to focus on occurs in the veggie prep area and the kitchen, and all the other pieces come together quite amazingly, which are the focus of other volunteers who, in turn, don't have to worry about veggie prep or the kitchen at all.
It's about 7 AM on this first morning in LA, and I'm looking for the veggie prep area. It's located across from the program hall, separated from it by a large hallway. The room in which we'll be setting up is carpeted, and some kind souls have already taped blue tarps onto the area we'll be using, and set up tables. The pallets have also already been broken down, for the most part, so it's just a matter of finding our supplies and getting organized.
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It is difficult for me to supervise the sevites here for two reasons, the first of which is my long-standing vasana of wanting to hide in the shadows, which is being pushed to the surface now. Somehow I find myself really pulling back, not from the work, but from my supervising duties, which unfortunately leaves Sumati with more responsibility. I find it most difficult to come into the foreground to instruct and direct the sevites in their duties, and to check up on them and their work, making sure they are doing well. During my meditations with Amma, I put a lot of intention into seeing things flow well in the veggie prep area, praying for grace and visualizing a healthy and vibrant workflow, and, me taking on a more direct and active role. It amazes me how these patterns can be so difficult to correct, even though I’ve already had very positive experiences of being responsible and really on top of things in Michigan last year and in Seattle this year, and good days in the other cities where I really came out of my shell.
As the tour progresses, I start to really see how the seva is our spiritual practice, where we get to fine tune our consciousness especially in how it relates to various conditions, ranging from easy to stressful and challenging. The growth here really seems accelerated, too, with the invisible hands of Amma guiding us, and at times, creating just the right conditions for us to face various aspects of ourselves that might have otherwise remained hidden for years, or lifetimes.
The other thing I’m experiencing is a budding friendship with Prana, which in and of itself is truly great, however, it pulls some of my awareness out of the supervising role and places it upon those nice talks we have over a mountain of red bell peppers, or potatoes, that we somehow end up preparing together, meanwhile becoming somewhat less aware of our surrounding environment and responsibilities. Prana does seem much better than I am at balancing all this, because she is a natural leader and easily steps into the supervising role. I have a much more difficult time in leading people, and right now, this tendency to hide in the shadows is being triggered, and it spills into some of my actions.
The friendship with Prana is blooming into something absolutely remarkable. We’ve gotten much more comfortable with each other now, though I’ve always felt a sparkle when she was around, even last year when we met in San Ramon, when I first started doing a lot of seva in the veggie prep area. Somehow it seems like we’ve always known each other, and there is this extraordinary sense of ease, trust, and freedom that I feel around her. I also greatly cherish Prana’s guidance, often coming in the form of what I’d call ‘affectionate scolding.’ She will eventually help me do things that I’d never do on my own, or, that on my own would take me much longer to realize.
Tour offers opportunities such as these to make many incredible connections with people, and I’ve already had the opportunity to experience many wonderful heart felt talks and shared experiences with various devotees. Amma often shines in the hearts of her devotees, and I’m absolutely grateful to be here, wrapped in Her grace and experiencing a much deeper level of being with everyone here.
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Ego Death
Of course, there are some challenging aspects of tour as well. Like I mentioned before, it wouldn't be tour without an uncomfortable moment or two. These are the moments that challenge us to grow and expand, dropping away old and outmoded aspects of our personality and making room for the truth to shine through, the light of our true Self. This often occurs in the presence of a realized Master. As my good friend Amal puts it, “It wouldn’t be Amma’s program without a little lila!”
Beginning on the second evening of the public program, I start to experience a little button pushing here in LA. It seems that everywhere I try to practice my qigong in the hall, I’m in someone’s way, or I’m asked to move, or I can’t be in the fire lane, and so on. This continues so much that before bhajans are even over, I’m overcome with hurt feelings and, unable to enjoy the devotional singing, I decide to leave. All this is pushing up feelings of not being able to find my place in Amma’s world. Sadly, this continues into the next morning, which is the first day of retreat.
Veggie prep usually starts late on the first day of retreat because there is no lunch to prepare. Having the morning free, I sleep in and then venture downstairs to find a quiet spot for some morning practice, which of course I’d love to do in the hall. Even though it looks closed to the public until much later in the day, I figure there is no harm if I go in for a while.
Inside, I notice one woman absorbing the energy from the spot where Amma usually sits giving Darshan. Further to my right is Niramayan, our Indian food cook, chanting the divine names. OK, so far so good. I sit in the front row of chairs, open up the archana book, and start really going for it, enjoying the hall which has taken on the feel of Amma's celestial royal court. Ahh, so nice!
Unfortunately, I don’t get so far past mantra 200 before security comes in and tells me I have to leave. I’m thinking, “what, you must be kidding… Maybe blissfully chanting the archana looks dangerous, but, surely if I show my staff wrist band, she’ll let me stay.” So I try the staff line, but much to my dismay, she is adamant that I must leave, so with archana thwarted and bliss reduced to disappointment with a mild hint of indignation, I surrender, get up and leave, being forced to finish my archana in the hotel room. All the while, I’m thinking that no one seems to bother the others who are in the hall obviously also doing their practice. As if that wasn’t enough, later when I talk to Niramayan, he mentions that he saw me enter the hall while he was chanting (out loud, I might add) but very soon saw that I was gone, so he figured maybe I just did the 108 names. I recount the incident, which he apparently completely missed absorbed in his chanting, and after hearing me, says something to the effect of, “strange, they didn't tell me anything.”
The feelings that arise with all this are quite intense, and much stronger than what the situation would warrant. Obviously, there is some deep hurt buried deep in the soul that this string of events is bringing to the surface, and from that hurt space, I decide I’m not even going in the hall tonite. There is this sense of being thrown out of the King’s royal court, a kind of deep rejection.
After dinner prep is complete, Mukti and I take a walk to a nearby Internet café. As we saunter down the streets of LA, we come across the most peculiar slice of reality, a random LA strip bar. Looking at it, we both laugh at the energy that emanates from the place. We’ve been steeped and marinated in the court of the Divine Mother for almost two and a half weeks now, and the juxtaposition of energy is for some reason rather humorous.
At the Internet café, there isn’t too much excitement on email, but I do manage to get one out to a Joanne I met in San Ramon, typing out something about clearing karma here in LA with Amma. Yep, being rudely thrown out of the hall is still on my mind, and, feeling a little rebellious, I do mean not to go to the program tonite.
As we walk back to the Hilton, Mukti hears my sad little story, and gives me her brilliant observation that I’m just running away, and, advice to just face it and be with Mother tonite. After all, how many lifetimes did you wait, she says, to have the opportunity to be here with Amma? Being the understanding soul that she is, Mukti also recounts some stories of how she ran away from Mother, which of course never works, she says, because you can’t bear to be away for too long, so you might as well just face your feelings and go tonite.
These kinds of lilas, or divine plays, happen with Mother all the time. They are inexplicable dramas that occur between the devotee and the Beloved Diety or Guru, or with other devotees but well orchestrated (overtly or very subtlety) by the Beloved. These dramas seem to touch upon the devotee soul’s deep karmic bonds, bringing those bonds to the surface where they can be broken by the light of consciousness. The Guru’s love is always urging the devotee towards liberation, and in turn, the devotee’s awakening love for the Guru sustains and urges the devotee forward when this process is painful. Not bearing to be away from the Guru, the devotee willingly walks through the fires of transformation to be with their Beloved. The distance referred to here is not necessarily physical distance, but distance of the heart.
For the true devotee, these lilas don’t just play out in the presence of the Master, but even at great physical distances. Ultimately, everything is seen as a divine play, and each life experience as specially designed by God or Guru to bring the devotee closer to liberation. However, in the physical presence of a realized Master like Amma, one easily gains the awareness and skill to use all of life’s situations for spiritual growth.
In my case, I am faced with the challenge of overcoming my feelings of rejection so I can again be with my Beloved Amma. This means forgiving the situation and all the people involved, and with an open heart, rejoining Amma in her royal court.
Forgiveness does come, though not as instantly as I might like, which means missing satsang and most of bhajans. Feeling that this was supposed to be my time with Mother, and not wanting to waste it, I chant another archana in the room with the intention of really wanting to get over these stupid feelings of rejection and hurt. Archana seems to help by reducing the feeling intensity, and I muster up the courage to make it down to the hall for the last few songs of devotion.
Not only do I feel lighter after this lila plays out, but also I can tell there is this piece of ego that has been burned off in the process. Before all this, and at the time quite hidden to me, I had this arrogance about me, very subtle but definitely there, a feeling like I deserve to be in Amma's court. Of course, I wasn't just anybody, but this important staff member. Now, I just feel a sense of gratitude for being here, and none of that self importance stuff.
As the days wear on here in LA, the whole experience with Amma continues to take on this royal quality. Amma is the Divine King, and we are servants in the great royal court. However, this royal court is not like the image one conjures up of medieval times, but rather it is the very royal court of God, where even the most insignificant sweeper in the King's courtyard is bestowed with indescribable celestial blessings.
The second nite of retreat is absolutely awe-inspiring. The hall is filled with a pristine clarity, as if everything had just come into existence for the first time, and the air, saturated with vibrant energy, is delightfully invigorating. The King’s court is in full swing, and it promises to be a magnificent evening. Amma as King is dispensing boundless love, and all the King’s best entertainers and singers are ready to give their best on stage just behind Amma.
A famous singer is here from India, and, after a hug from Amma, somehow makes it up on stage and sings a few songs of devotion. I don't get all the details of how this happened, but apparently he had a real opening after receiving Darshan. His music is quite amazing, fitting the mood and setting just right, and he obviously has a knack of getting the crowd into it. It is sad indeed, that I must leave this enchanting scene to go to bed, but with a 6 AM shift tomorrow, getting rest is necessary. A full day of seva awaits, with Devi Bhava to follow, and packing up the kitchen.
Amma as Sri Krishna
Typically I see Amma as Devi, the female Mother Goddess, with occasional overtones of Sri Krishna and even on rarer occasions, Christ. However, today, Amma is feeling distinctly male, and at that, very royal. This impression of Amma as King has been playing out all week, but tonite it becomes the crowning point of my experience.
This magical evening begins with Devi Puja, which, again, I plan to miss because in LA, I'm still of the mindset that I want to miss the crowds that gather for Devi Puja and the beginning of Devi Bhava, get some well needed rest after a full day of seva, and reappear on the scene for a late dinner followed by packing the kitchen at midnite. After all, I always want to be fresh for the morning of Devi Bhava, which I love so much. Today, however, after dinner prep is complete, instead of retiring to the room to sleep, I venture out into the Hollywood Garden. This garden is not much of a garden at all, but a concrete courtyard inside the Hilton, with some patches of green containing small trees, shrubs, and bamboo. Some of the others are here as well, enjoying a break and the light of the sun for a change.
After listening to devotional singing on my cell phone (love the technology these days) to get me in the mood, I start an archana, which flows noticeably sweet. It is indeed a pleasure to make the sounds and hear the vibrations invoking the Divine Presence. Upon completion of this wonderful chant, I notice the air has taken on an exceptional quality difficult to describe. Time stopped, revealing a tangible realness to everything, an aliveness that normal awareness doesn't register. This is around the time of Devi Puja, and I recall a similar incidence of “dropping in” last year in San Ramon. For a few still moments I enjoy the simple beauty of this present moment, and then make my way to the hotel room.
Because the room is shared with so many other staff members, I’m rather surprised to have it all to myself. Feeling alive and not quite ready for sleep yet, I decide to meditate with some devotional music to enhance and work with this very special mood.
The enchanting music and Divine names quickly lure me into a transcendental state of deep meditation and appreciation for God. Profound states of gratitude begin to emanate from my heart, which come in succeeding waves of bliss and remembrance. Each wave, as it vibrates out from the heart center, initiates a flow of tears that stream freely down my cheeks. I feel so intensely alive right now, with overwhelming appreciation for this living treasure we have here among us, the embodiment of Pure Consciousness on earth. Beyond the shadow of any doubt, something deep within me recognizes Amma as purely Divine, indeed, the sincere realization comes to me that Amma is the very same as Sri Krishna, the King of all that is and is not, living among us and sharing His life with us on earth right now. These feelings of immense realization and appreciation for Amma as Sri Krishna continue, overwhelming me in waves of bliss and devotion. How could I be so fortunate, I think, to have bestowed upon me the grace to serve in Sri Krishna’s royal court? How many lifetimes did it take to earn such a grace? And how profound His love must be, to take a human birth and give us this very opportunity to be with Him? And at the same time, what grace it is to have the eyes to see, and how easy it is to miss! Indeed so often I miss the miracle of Love that is happening around here all the time, caught up in my own petty dramas, desires, and delusions.
When the devotional realization subsides somewhat, I come out of meditation and reach for Lead Us to the Light, a book of Amma’s teachings. I open it intuitively, much like a tarot reading, which reveals a story that is contained towards the end of Amma’s reply to the second to last question in the book. The story talks about the nature of human love, demonstrating how children lose their appreciation for their parents and even consider them a burden in old age when their parents need care. This strikes a deep chord within me, as I immediately connect it to a situation I see in my family living in Poland, in the home of my favorite child relatives. The relationship between the children’s great grandmother and grandmother has become very unhealthy, containing much anger, resentment, and a sense of the great grandmother being a burden to her daughter. I am overwhelmed with the most intense compassion for both sides, a desire to somehow change this, to bring about a shift and healing to their lives. Copious tears flow again, this time in response to waves of overwhelming compassion, as I beg for God to bring about a change and healing to their lives, to lift the burdens of their karmic patterns. To somehow make this request complete, I feel compelled to chant an archana for their well-being, as an offering to God. As I make the Divine Names, pausing for interruptions by tears, which slowly subside as the chanting becomes focused, I begin feeling the Divine energy flowing out to them, embracing them, and literally lifting the karma from them. It is a kind of Divine solvent, an energy that penetrates and unwinds the deepest karmic knots according to Divine Will.
These intense meditation spaces last several hours, and when they feel complete, I still have over an hour to lie down for sleep before needing to be up again to catch dinner and help pack the kitchen.
This packing business feels very worldly in comparison to the previous experiences, a definite and stark return to normal consciousness. I find it rather challenging, in fact, because this is the first packing job I get to experience that is not in the familiar San Ramon ashram, and as you may recall, somebody else took care of it for us in Seattle. So this idea of running around looking for our stuff, which is sprinkled about the hotel with people still using it, is for some reason a little disconcerting at first. In time, though, I get the hang of it, finding veggie prep supplies in the downstairs kitchen, with the dishwashers, in the refrigerators, snack shop booths, and so on, and at times liberating these items from the folks who are still using them. It takes several hours, including inventory, to complete this task. After all this I feel spent, having slept for only about one hour, and the time now approaching close to 3 am. Sumati, Prana, and I, along with some of the others, part ways by saying, “Lets report for veggie prep at 7 AM tomorrow, in Albuquerque!” This is technically true, because it is already after midnite, and we really do start again tomorrow at 7 AM, with the rest of Devi Bhava remaining and travel from LA to Albuquerque in between. Of course, we lose an hour as we travel east into the Mountain Time zone. Yikes!
Needless to say, I’m ready for sleep so I can have some energy for the morning of Devi Bhava, not to mention the travel that follows. Prana, who is quickly becoming my absolute favorite person on this tour, however, has some other bright ideas to share. As I mentioned earlier, Amma requested Swamiji to chant the 108 names and the archana at 5 AM every Devi Bhava. My plan, which I faithfully executed in San Ramon for both Devi Bhavas, is to sleep until about, oh, 6:30 AM or so, waking up refreshed for the morning. Pranaji, however, is really giving me an earful about waking up for the archana, telling me what an amazing blessing and grace I am missing, that Amma’s sankalpa goes into it and I’m lazy rolling around in bed missing it! ! (When I say bed, of course, I mean my plot of floor space on the hotel room floor, which is shared by a lot of staff members.) She calls me stupid a few times, which I’ve come to accept as an endearing kind of stupid from Prana, not the stupid we are accustomed to using in the States. At any rate, she sounds convincing, but I feel a lot of resistance to it and somehow just don’t see myself waking up so soon.
Sleep comes fast, but much to my dismay, a devotee (I think Sri Pati) wakes me up saying, “wake up, you’re going to miss the archana.” I can’t tell if I should be angry, bewildered, or grateful. I mean, after that conversation with Prana, and that tremendous experience with Amma as Sri Krishna, it is kind of a coincidence to be woken up. Nobody bothered to wake me in San Ramon or Seattle, and now, it could very well be Amma herself calling me down to be with Her. All these thoughts are playing out in the mind, all the while, I’m trying to decide, should I go or should I sleep? With mind racing and undecided, of course, I can’t go back to sleep, but there is all this resistance to going down so early. Tour isn’t exactly a vacation, and this archana at 5 AM, who picked such a terrible time for it? Quite some time passes, and eventually a sense of duty takes over, and I stumble out of bed and down towards the program hall, all the while mumbling that Amma is going to kill me!
As the elevator doors open, I hear the sacred mantras being chanted. Of course I waited so long in bed that the archana had already begun, but luckily, it is still somewhere at the very beginning. The hall is closed at 4 AM to people coming in, but flashing my blue wristband gets me past that little obstacle, and I make my way quickly into the hall to catch as much of the archana as I can. Finding a seat towards the back of the hall, and taking a big gulp of green tea from my thermos, I make a meditation posture and listen to the Divine names. I can tell we are still close to the beginning, and when Swami goes through mantras that are particularly familiar, I grab my archana book and start following along. I’m guessing I came it at mantra 150 or so, and, not too many mantras later, deep sleep wants to take over. I find this a bit challenging. Focusing on the mantras seems to lull me to sleep, while the tea helps only just a little and only for a very short while before sleep starts creeping up on me again. Despite all this, I somehow make it through the archana, not very focused and alert, but my sense of duty at least quenched.
My Gita position comes soon afterwards, around 6:30ish. A kind soul came into the veggie prep area to sign us up for it during packing. I’m starting to feel the excitement, as this will be my very first time in this superstar seva position. Sumati has graciously offered to be my helper, and I really appreciate her for this, probably more than she knows. I feel rather calm about the whole thing. Despite reports from others of how demanding and challenging it can be, somehow I feel safe that Amma will be easy on me, and the thought of Sumati being right there is really comforting too. (The Gita position, in case you’re wondering, is the 15-minute responsibility of helping people directly into Amma’s lap, which is rotated among all the tour staff.)
When the time comes, I make my way up to Amma to get ready to relieve the person who is before me. However, an interesting lila takes place. Prana comes and relieves that person, so I’m completely confused as to what happened. Was it some kind of scheduling miscommunication? In the meantime, I’m so close to Devi I could easily reach out and touch Her, and squeezed up against people on my left, right, and behind me. My brain is a little scrambled, sitting in this immense energetic vortex that emanates from the Goddess, but somehow it is communicated and decided upon that since I’ve never done the Gita position before, I’ll remain there for a while to observe what its like. Yeah, I like that idea, I’ll just sit next to Devi for a while! This goes on for a blissful yet somewhat confusing 15 minutes, after which the stage monitors are really ready to see me leave. Blissful, for obvious reasons, but confusing, because it appears that someone missed their lap seva position because of me, and I hate the thought of getting in the way of someone else’s opportunity to be close to Amma.
After coming out of the vortex and off stage, we figure out that it was indeed a miscommunication. I am to go at a different time, in just a little while! OK, I think I can handle that, ready to jump back into the vortex of brilliant divine energy, and to serve Amma in this unique way.
When the time comes, Sumati and I approach the Goddess, relieving the others. Wow. Here I am, standing so close to Amma, watching Her give Darshan, the pure and unwavering love of God flowing to each and every soul that comes to Her. She is so present and beautiful with each person. Even though she has been here for hours, She is fresh as ever, delighted as ever for each new embrace. It is miraculous. Oh thank God for Sumati, who is ever picking up the slack in the moments I bliss out on Mother, directing people to Her, taking tokens. Wake up! Oh, God, wake up and do your seva! OK, tokens, children first, husbands first, wives on Amma’s right, native language, please come to the center, please come forward! Balancing the amazement of witnessing the Miracle of Love, and at the same time, being present to direct people into Her lap, and take people out, it is simply marvelous to behold and at the same time, I have to stay focused! With Amma’s grace, Dashan is flowing at a very easy and relaxed pace, and with Sumati’s help, it has to be the ideal conditions in which to experience this seva for the first time.
While all this is happening, Amma, as much as she is Devi, is also Sri Krishna. This whole realization of being in Krishna’s royal court is coming to a brilliant peak right now with Mother. Following the Gita position, I take a kneeling meditation position on stage further out from the vortex, as it is way too crowded close in. With brilliant bhajans flowing through the air from the Swamis, the atmosphere is saturated with devotion and pure divine Love. Simply profound and exalted states of consciousness come in waves of realization that I’m in the presence of Sri Krishna Himself. Not only this, but also a servant in His royal court. With Divine music playing and spiraling into and out of many dimensions, I feel the whole world is bowing down before this Divine being. Realization expands to see that it is not just this world, but the beings in all the worlds, including the celestial realms, are bowing down to Sri Krishna right here in the royal court of God. There is an intermixing of dimensions most difficult to describe, an expansion of consciousness into other worlds, all of which are bowing down to God, not out of necessity or fear, but simply because this Being that sits before us has bowed down in reverence and selfless service to the entire creation, giving every fiber of His/Her existence for their well being. They simply cannot resist bowing down in the presence of such pure and selfless Love.
The stage monitors, among other duties, tell each of the people who have been sitting close to Amma for some time to give others a chance. As this continues happening, eventually the people, like me, who start sitting further away, get to move closer and closer to Amma as these people in the front leave. While these marvelous realizations of Sri Krishna are taking place, the process just mentioned is enabling me to move closer to our beloved Amma.
As I already mentioned, I took a kneeling meditation position, and some 30 or so minutes later, my knees are quite sore, and the pain is disrupting the beautiful concentration I had been experiencing thus far. Finally the realization comes that I need to do something about this, and so I get up and off the stage. Devi Bhava is in full swing, and it feels like there are still hours left of Darshan, bhajans, babies, weddings, and so on. With that thought, I decide to check out what the snack shop has to offer for a little breakfast. By some bizarre coincidence, the place turns out to be packed. There is a very long line of people catching their last available breakfast, as the snack shop will close soon, in the form of very delicious Indian snacks. During the arduously long wait, I get a little agitated knowing that I’m missing the celebration in the hall by standing here, waiting for food that I probably don’t really need to eat right now. After a good while, I finally make my way over to the cash register with plate of food in hand, and, leaving the right amount of cash, I sit down to eat. Meanwhile, I hear the bahjans spilling into the snack shop area from the hall, and realize that, judging by the extremely high energy of the music and the particular songs being played, Darshan must nearly be over. Oh, God, I think, somehow I screwed up my timing. That whole bit with Sri Krishna must have taken a lot longer than I thought, and, when I decided to get food, there really wasn't much time left to the end of Devi Bhava. I feel so stupid for creating this little reality of food instead of really using the time wisely in the hall. Considering there will be a staff breakfast served right after Devi Bhava, it was a poor choice indeed. So I eat the plate full of food as fast as I can, which can’t be fast enough, and run back into the hall.
It is indeed very near the end. Many chairs have already been cleared out from the back of the hall. The energy of the music is very high. Many people have gotten up to dance, and the immanent ending of Devi Bhava draws ever nearer. Somehow, however, with full belly and having really interrupted that beautiful connection I was experiencing with Mother earlier, I can’t seem to really get into it anymore. The consciousness, even in Her presence, remains pretty flat and normal, a stark difference from the exalted place I had been just moments before. So I think to myself, OK, Mother, you got me! I’m always thinking about food on this tour, and there are times where letting that go would mean having the chance to experience much greater things. I just know this is one of those moments the Guru is showing me the difference between the liberated state, and continuing to be driven solely by my worldly desires. In this case, it is food, to which I’ve already experienced many attachments on this tour, but in a greater sense, it means all desires for sleep, comfort, wealth, power, ego, all of which, when pursued indiscriminately, take us away from the ultimate goal.
Devi Bhava concludes with the flower shower, and again I get some beautiful guidance about where to be and when to be there, so as to say goodbye to Devi from just the right place. She is beautiful indeed as She stands there at the conclusion of the flower shower, clasping flower petals in hands, and lovingly looking out upon her devotees with such Love and admiration. Amma Amma Taye, Devi in full regalia, and kneeling on a carpet of flower petals, these are some of my favorite things!
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