pondi dreaming

the earliest yet, 12:30 after a long lovely amazing day in pondicherry, all mothers energy with vic and simran floating with me. the trip was along 3 hours there, arriving late morning, into the mahasamadhi, bow kneeling touching our heads to the flower garlanded stone. many people walking through also kneeling and sitting nearby. we sit before mothers couch and the energy begins to sing in my head like a fine wire stretched tight and struck. i feel the heavy eyes and my thoughts sink into oblivion. we walk back out to mothers crypt and sit the voice in my head singing higher and higher, the energy like a brilliant laser piercing my forehead illuminating the diamond embedded within, pulsing with the strength of the transmission. smrans eyes are heavy lidded and beautiful, she says, lets go to the bookstore and 5000rs later we stumble out with a packful of mothers books and pictures. we gather up our shoes and take pictures at the gate and stumble down the pretty cobblestones of the french quarter and vist the shops in aurobindoville around the ashram. at the VOks bookstore we purchase a complete set of mothers interaction in miniature, 17 volumes neatly bound and with endless stories from her years of teaching at the ashram. then its down the street to find the long remembered pizza parlor in the Casablanca shopping area. its  2 veggie pizzas with cokes and garlic bread and pasta with veggies and a mint mohito drink for vic as we slowly descend from mothers energy and settle in with grounding food. everyone is happy and filled with loving memories of the 6 years simran spent here. its a long lunch and finally the girls are ready to shop for clothes, all whites of course and after many trips through the Trial Room, they both pick out their favorites. i pay the clerks, who all remember simran even though she hasnt been there for years.everywhere we go,people break into huge smiles and call her by name and chat incessantly exchanging numbers and assurances of seeing her again. she is magical, and this visit is all about finishing, closure, completions. being loved for everything she had done before but left without receiving the due for her tremendous contributions, now it is all being finished and remembered and the love is everywhere she is.i know her heart cannot hold all this, she is bursting with gratitude and humility,its a wonder she isnt drowning in her tears as she walks. finally we stop at the famous seaside guesthouse and ask for rooms for next week and wonder of wonder we are given reservations without having to resort to insider help or pleading and begging. everyone walks away amazed, as the help all comes forward to talk to Sim and burst into happy smiles that she has returned after so long. we walk along the beach at the bay of bengal and she talks of how the area has changed and not for the better as far as the attitudes of the property owners and we are not permitted to see the mothers gardens that once were open to the public but are now reserved for paying guests only. we know today was just a rehearsal for the three days we will be staying next week so we get to our hired car, make a short stop at a christian church where a wedding is taking place for Vic wants to pray at the altar a moment to complete her daily ritual of the sacred heart of jesus litany she performs. then its down the long and crowded road this sunday evening through the many small villages and with one tea stand stop, until 3 hours later we finally pull up to the ashram and complete our day.it was amazing and i feel this powerful love from her for me and i know i will always be eternally linked with her divine being.