satsang with mooji - testimonials

Here is a selection of excerpts from letters, emails and articles written by some who have been deeply touched through their encounter with Mooji.

Beloved Mooji,

P and I have felt your presence more deeply than can be imagined. You taught her so much, most especially the day you expressed anger at her...this lesson went so deep into her being I can only thank you for your direct being.

My own life upon re-meeting you has been stirred within the heart beyond recognition.

For a long time I was scared to have a teacher, felt that there would be a loss of desire to fully awaken, to remain dissolved in the master and then one moment in satsang was the realisation that you have your own beloved master, yet all that you are is that. How foolish of me.

It was beloved Maharaji words that penetrated me some years ago...when many eminent ones came to him to ask how to change the world...he simply replied...wake up first and then change the world if you must.

Just this threw what was me into a state of meditation for days to discover what I am...and then I started running like a crazy chicken with its head cut off, as the ego started to lose the grip, yet i ran right into you.

And now these 2 or so years later I find myself back into remembering this emptiness. You asked me a question as to why I thought I had the experiences in the 2 years of being bitten by the spider, all I can answer is it served to diminish pride and arrogance...dissolving fear and remnants of ego.

Alone here now with P in the emptiness of Central Brasil the sense that remains is that if i were able to be with you more in Satsang...all that I am would be....

Nothing remains...desire for manifestation in the every day life has disappeared again...as such all that remains is a very deep sense of sadness as the heart is stirred,

I feel with you that I am truly myself... you speak the living truth...as if in your presence and satsang permission is given to be that that I am, and i feel so much trust...this I realised i do not have with the people i have been working with and so feel the time to release the past...and so it is now known,

I give gratitude for knowing you, and the love of an awakened heart as pure trust in compassionate being.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you

Beloved Mooji

A blessed journey to Europe

I. (Brasil)

Dearest U,

I am presently in South Caroline and cannot be at the Skype satsang again - the last time I was not there for the same reasons. I've missed seeing my Mooji friends over these past few months. I am not quite sure why this is so. There just does not seem to have been the will on the part of our little community to get together, outside of the Skype satsangs, even on a small scale, and some reality is underlying this development.

For myself, I find in me the desire of wanting to step out into the world more in terms of community or social service and I am actively pursuing several venues. I find that my time with Mooji during this past year has lifted me to a new level of understanding, connected me to my true being, in which I am firmly seated and which I am not afraid to ever lose again. There also is more of a sense of bliss and aliveness after years of numbness and deadness, which I know were all part of the process of earnest practice. I am eternally grateful to him for the great gift he has bestowed upon me and I would love to be in his presence again, either on a retreat or during weekends.

The one question that comes up for me is that I feel that those of us who have reached a certain level of knowledge need to begin operating on it all the time. We know the answers to many of the questions and do not need to ask them again. Is there a way to create a space for mature practitioners to meet with Mooji or is this even necessary. What is the purpose of satsangs for those of us who know. In a way these is no place to go anymore, nothing else to "learn" or to "get", which is why many of us attended the satsangs in the first place.

I would, of course, like to be in his holy presence. I would like to support spiritual inquiry for those who seek it. I would like to serve the highest good in any way I can. How can we make satsangs the instrument for that. Do we just begin speaking the truth rather than ask about the untruth. Do we need to learn to speak about the truth more eloquently so that others can hear it. The greatest power almost seems to be in the silence and sometimes I think that meditating together for some larger purpose would be helpful to this world.

Do these questions live in any of you? Perhaps Mooji has some insights about the subject?

I hope you don't think I am spiritually arrogant by all I have said above.

Much love to you, with whom I find myself to be One in Spirit.

L (USA)

pull to share this feeling of gratitude

like that, softness and love
when you are away
and in my heart

and thank you for being with me
(more than i know)

Don’t be afraid of the personal
is just that
since anyway all things pass

let it be heard
before a grumpy mood will come:-) hahahaha
no, really...
all is changing
there is this shiny smile of happiness now, this moment
and a feeling to share it
may you enjoy happiness and well being
in jah
om

My dearest Mooji,

The retreat in Tuscany was very auspicious. In a way it´s good that it was not a silent retreat this time. The oldest and deepest insecurity of my personal nature, in contact with others, showed it's head above the surface so to speak, and was fully exposed. It was played out and seen in awareness, and subsequently dissolved in it. The basic understanding (seeing) came more clearly then ever that there is really no person there at all that suffers from this insecurity, or anything else. It's all just conditioning, believed thoughts, formed in the past somewhere sometime, which has got nothing to do with my true nature. This is seen and recognized. In a way it's fantastic, but only because it was hidden so long, not fully recognized as such. Words that resonate for me are inner peace and silence. After the retreat I went to Rome for two days. I found the silence in Rome to be exactly the same as in Tuscany. And the same as here back home.

You are in my heart forever.

Love, M.

dearest moojilove this poem by hafiz of course
reminded me of you!

Fire has a love for itself-
it wants to keep burning.

it is like a women
Who is at last making love
to the person she most desires.

find a Master who is like the sun.

go to His house
In the middle of the night.

Smash a window.
Act like a burglar-
Jump in.

Now,
Gather all your courage-
Throw yourself into His bed!

He will probably kill you.

Fantastic-
Thats the whole idea!

Moojilove Moojisun thank you for taking on that task! I love and adore you for ever!!!!

Jaya sita (sita came to me in a dream in the form of a peacock sitting on my shoulder and announced she is my inner voice)

Hi Mooji,

My heart just leapt with gladness to see your name in my email inbox! How happy I am to hear from you that you are recovering nicely.

Ah, this illness of yours seemingly gives us permission for the tyranny of our well-wishing! Maybe you could drink a Coke for me, or better yet, maybe I could drink one for you, just to even out the score a little bit.

Thank you so much for your kind invitation to visit and I will certainly take you up on it as soon as the occasion arises. It may not be until after the summer, but who knows...?

I would love to see you. I am missing you so much my beloved master and friend.

Love,

M. (USA)

Dear beloved one,

as i feel falling, falling thru space,
nothing to hold on to,
no one to rescue, fear, tears, and watching,
feeling the lightness of beingness...

a sense of grace, confusion, not knowing what to do,
resting in being...so much present,
and watching from
silence...

dearest Baba, your radiance is everywhere...

c (New York)

Hello my Beloved Mooji Baba!

I feel your love flowing through me effortlessly and I am so happy! This love is for all that want to receive it. I won't hold it back!

When 'me'-self is discovered
as the shadow of 'I'-self,
'I' remains as same-ness
Throughout all its varied expressions.

When I first read this last week on your website, something knew it was so, but it could not be explained. Today I came back to it and it was so clear.

I realize today what kept the true meaning hidden from me was the mistaken notion that in our experience a shadow can be aware of itself. Finally it is understood that a shadow can't be aware of itself. It can only be seen from that which is not it, i.e.: the 'I'-self.

Your weekly saying describes the fact after this discovery, not before it or eve how to do it. It's a pointer. And again, what did I do to understand it? Something must have kept chewing on it without my knowledge for I seemingly came back to this quote by mere accident, a happy one, I might add!

Having you in my life is the most rewarding, the greatest gift I could never have wished for, for the mind could not have conceived such a rich blessing!

Love you!

F. (USA)

Namasté MoojiBaba!
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu!
Sendung you love light gratitude joy, everything that is here now.

Amina lost her tiny little silver heart she found in Peabody Hall in London. She still remembers showing it to you and your reply "beautiful!", her first english word. Now it disappeared and she wants to go to another satsang with Mooji to find a new one. We'll see how life goes. Maybe in Berlin in May...
Her leg recovered very well. Thanx to grace...

Being gratitude.

T with A. (Germany)

Beloved Mooji,

There is time, so much time, endless time – no time. There is no rush, no need; there is nothing – only emptiness.

Many months ago I visited you in Brixton, wonderful experience – somehow I didn't know why I came but you knew it – smile – you said: " I throw you out! - a divine throw out." Thank you dear friend and beloved master for this opportunity. But I came back home and I felt my self so empty. Wasn't really satisfied – and something didn't care about this feeling in that moment – didn't wish to think any more about it because I was afraid to find nothing there. I couldn't understand why I felt like that…

The last morning I woke up and felt my self so light, and I figured it out that there is somehow no quality left in the "I" any more. I don't know, if this explains it well. Not that I can't judge anymore between good or bad, or what I like or not. Somehow there is no label and I feel my self so light. Still I work so hard but I don't feel heaviness and can concentrate without effort.

Every day I am so thankful for this gift – for the sun, the clouds, the rain, the darkness, the light – for everything I'm experiencing. Everything is mine, and it's perfect. Thank you master and beloved friend for your advice. Always I feel you in my heart and in my soul. Sometimes my thought is relaxing on you and I feel that we can be always together when we think to each other.

But, and there is always this but – smile – deep in me I feel a kind of sadness. Then I ask my self: "Who is sad?" But I can't find this one who is sad. Still I don't know who I am or from where I am coming. I just feel that something is taking his place and replace what was and still is confused. And in the same time there is nobody who care about, because there is no quality, no label – everything is mine and it's perfect.

I write to you with all my respect. Somehow, when I am together with you, I figure it out that I am not like I am usually. Maybe I am like somebody who is falling in love and don't know really anything – so much embarrassed. I am sorry a little bit for that, because I would like to have so much fun with you and give a big hug to this big gift called life.

Hope to see you soon – maybe one day as the light in my home here in Switzerland. The light in my soul you already are.

F. (Switzerland)

...no past, no future, not even prasent - there is only eternaly prasence in every single moment of our beingness - spaceless space...

thank u so much mooji baba for your advice and to bring me again back to this point where only existence exist. i kiss the eternal light in you. love you so much - you know how much i miss you

f (Italy)

Vannakkam, Moojibaba...

Sitting silently yesterday in an "empty" church......."i" say, "Thy will be done." Then....silently hear, "Not even that.".............................I was reminded of you.....when we had our one to one....this "not even that" was spoken.

I sit with you here in Texas.....as i see you on dvd.

How are you?

With deep and infinite gratitude,

one called "g" (USA)

Dearest Mooji,

Our chance meeting, or 'communion' as you called it, about ten days ago at the café was life-changing for me in a subtle but significant way. Maybe you remember me, I was with my father, we came with M's group, and I was asking you if you understood why I might have developed a hearing problem after having had a spiritual awakening. You said this kind of thing is not uncommon. Do you know why it happens and have you seen other cases like it?

Anyway, what I want to tell you is that while I was talking to you, I couldn't think clearly. My mind seemed to 'soften' and whatever questions arose or things I wanted to say seemed quite trivial and irrelevant. But in your presence, I recognized myself. That inner me, that space, that spirit, that divine self (?), that presence awareness(?), that state(?)...I don't know what to call it, but whatever it is was so present, (Oh, I have a wave of emotion hitting me as I write that), so strong when I was with you. It has always been there ever since I can remember. I'd drifted away from it in recent years as I got lost in my head and the whirlwind of demands life had presented me, and rediscovered it since my spiritual awakening. But now I realize that when I drop everything, that's how I find it, or feel it, or am it- I don't have the vocabulary to express exactly what I mean by 'it', it's not rational. I don't remember that much of what you said to me that night, but I left you feeling deeply changed- because everything I have always known in a purely intuitive way, and have always doubted in a rational way, was somehow confirmed in a very profound way. It was confirmed not so much by what you said, or didn't say, but by simply being with you. I just knew in a very real but indescribable and intuitive way, that all that matters is That, is IT. I resonated in or with that energy that I felt from you, not really knowing what to ask or what to say...but I felt so at home and peaceful and free. Whatever That is, you confirmed its existence and importance in me.

I am so deeply grateful for your presence and your love, and the time you spent with me (us). When I came home and checked your website I was almost seduced into feeling intimidated and ashamed of taking so much of your time when I realized how adored and reknown you are throughout the world. But when I disregarded those thoughts, I just knew from that awareness, that space, that that is just what you do, and we are One- the same. So it is alright. Being with you was intoxicatingly wonderful and familiar all at once. I long to remain with that freedom. I know it is right here and available...but it is so elusive.

With all my love and deepest devotion, Q.

My beloved P,

Today, I realize the true value of your blessing in my life. How the divine will was behind all that has unfolded between us from the apparent start to apparent finish. This is what came to me to write:

For as long as the mind contained even in the subtlest form the idea/belief that relationship is the source of love and fulfillment and that this one is fundamentally unworthy, any relationship that came, even the one unsought with you, had to, when there is this kind of commitment to truth as I know it here with me, it had to expose these erroneous ideas/beliefs. Another way of saying it, you, ‘P’, in your coming into my life and then dropping out of what we call relationship, actually brought me the gift of removal of this thorn with the weapon of Mooji's inquiry. I look around now and can't believe that there was ever this kind of focus, how come any unworthiness was ever purchased? And, of course, how come that relationship was ever considered to be the source of love and fulfillment? This idea/belief has no power to operate anymore. I am much stronger now associated with the true power inside, that which is behind all. That which seems obvious in its parading apparently in front of us as experience through our senses, that has now even more retreated into the background and more obvious is that magnificent power that just doesn't mind, watching behind all.

Thank you for your loving presence in which you had to do what you came to do by divine order, namely, to help me expose the thief clothed in limiting ideas/beliefs of the kind of unworthiness, being unlovable, unwanted, etc. All that is erased thanks to your playing your part and Mooji's blessed wisdom.

In eternal gratitude and love,
yours,
Ji xxxxxxxxxx

Dear Mooji,

Thank you for your reply. I think you would be home by now, unless things have changed.

Welcome home. Please get some rest....

I want to thank you again for the love and truth you brought to Arunachala and how that deepened my resting in and as That. Hearing a new teacher in a fresh way, can really cut through in a new way, and that happened here. Since I returned it feels like the Self inquiry has taken on a life of it's own, and the 'me' has become very flimsy. I am VERY grateful for that and wish that for everyOne.

In Love,

P. (USA)

My dear Sista S,

Heart desires to speak to you...
so only email for now...
thinking of you...
apparently released of the father's warm, loving embrace, the embrace of my father Sadguru Ramana appearing in form of Sadguru Mooji, but remain sitting in his lap no matter where this body moves...

in this love that teaches me what is the truth and thwarts off all misinterpretations and misunderstandings by means of what we usually refer to as suffering no matter how subtle and embracing it fully, wholeheartedly with utter joy for commitment to truth is all that is here without need of using words like commitment even,
z xxxx

My dear mooji,

Great grace here continues to unfold. Recently and over this past week especially, the body itself is coming to know itself as Unity, as part of the One Truth. It's as if all the cells are coming into knowing their true nature. There is alive energy and vitality along with deep and settled relaxation. I have wept many times at the grace of this and feel in awe of the possibility of living in this way... the body can be free... what a precious returning. I had no idea the body "woke up" too.

I still feel deeply connected to you and often feel you presence inviting more and more into the emptiness. It feels as if the meeting we had in London and the intention behind it, so completely enveloped everything of S, the doubts and remaining personal reluctances and separations that now they are shattering against their own emptiness. I can never express the gratitude that arises for this. Perhaps the best I can do is to continue to surrender as this and let it take everything that remains.

Ocassionally it dances across the mind to make another visit to London sometime in mid-late May ... Airfare is quite a lot more expensive starting in June for the summer months. It hasn't quite solidified yet into a clear knowing but I'm trusting that it will be clear if a trip is to be made. If there is time in May that would or wouldn't work with your schedule, do let me know so I can throw it into the mix. I feel so very connected to you from afar that a visit and a long flight seems a bit silly... but silliness seem to be the right way to go sometimes I'm learning.

Mooji, my dear, I am filled with joy and humility that this mystery brought you into my life. There is a dawning knowing deep in my toes that you and I are actually, actually the same. In this sameness, I know there is a meeting that is complete already.

With joy and love....

from silence to silence...

S. (USA)

love is oozing through everything

beloved one,
there is no other path

there is no path

only this holy emptiness

u (USA)

Dear Mooji,

A. has told me that you have asked him how I am doing, and I guess that how I am doing is a little extraordinary, at least for a worn old being like me, who has met so many teachers, and been through many unexpected moments.

I just got a gift from a dear old friend I haven't seen for a while and so I wrote down a bit of my present history for him, which I'll now paste in to give you the picture; maybe adjusting a line or two of my joyous description of your good self as I wouldn't want you to blush so dramatically that your present satsangis sit waiting for the light to change to amber and green.

Here come the words that try to convey, where K. now is, and where I am: the first bit that ain't about inner discovery I put in italics so it can easily be skipped : We have had truly great teaching here this year. K. gets better and better, and a wonderful guy called Mooji came here, who teaches self-inquiry in a way which is very real and practical, and he won't let go of you until you get it. The second time I ran into him in a chai shop, he just sat there holding my hand and my mind fell totally silent for more than 1/2 an hour. His satsangs were amazing with numbers doubling daily as even the old and half-mad Tiru wallahs came out of their holes to fight for a space close to him. He is very full of love and would often spend hours just hugging the people, who would stop him often as he went around town , as well as in chai shops and at satsang. Thus, when K. turned up before Mooji's time here was over, so both were going simultaneously, it was sometimes hard to know where to plonk my arse....

That's it, Mooji, my dear teacher and friend. I hope you are well and know that you cannot be other than you be.

Hello Mooji,

Hope your trip in Brasil is going well. I’m writing just to send my love and to inform you that I've started working on the picture archive. Also, I wanted to share with you the peace and the silence that has been with me since having been in Tiru. I often feel as if I’m walking in the world embraced by God. At the moment no plans seem to come up for me. Thoughts seem to be so dry, there is not so much energy in following them. So I’m just letting this new power guide me.

I’m living in the land of "I don’t know", but don’t know what it means even.
I’m just grateful, and grateful to you.
Also thank you for the book, I did not have the chance to tell you how much i like it. Reading it is like satsang, its simplicity fills my heart.
I opened one page yesterday and the title of the chapter said: "You are fired!"
Ok then...I’m fired! Eh eh!

Lots of love and best wishes for satsang in Brasil

J (India)

Hello my dear Mooji...

To receive your love across the waters on TV on Saturday was so very special. I am looking through the very small hole on my screen of life. And feel the great honor that has been bestowed upon me to be with you and your friends in Lecce. And to be hear, right now, in this moment with you.

With deep and abiding gratitude, I remain

Hi J,

You probably wandered what happened to me that you didn't hear from me sooner. I can tell you. I am using a different email address ever since my heart's desire was revealed to me to just support Mooji. I remember that before he came to New York for the first time, we discussed the craze of many seekers to change teachers and not getting stuck on one. I felt at that time that I had my teacher in S. But little did I know that I would fall in love with Mooji head over heals.

When I met him my mind would completely subside into the source. For the first time also did I have the experience of seeing the body retreat into the background and the energy of existence to be in the foreground. Often I did not even hear what he was saying when he was here first. But months afterwards when I started transcribing his satsangs, I was astounded to discover that every word he chooses would be my own, in other words, the words, the pointers were at home with me, they had sprouted inside of me and I would understand it intrinsically as if the words were merely the wrapper around the source like the wrapper around a piece of candy so that I now could taste the source in the manifest world like that. They became like the spice of my own consciousness. This is the best way for me to describe it. And, of course, I was more than delighted about it, I love it for I gradually discovered afterwards that Mooji lives me, breathes me, speaks through me. It's the most incredible thing. I am so happy that Frank is no longer. This is now also taken into account with a new name that I had Mooji give me for my birthday a week or so ago.

As for the deeksha, in fact, last weekend somebody offered it to me after satsang with Mooji over Skype that we hold on a regular basis. Are you aware of these? It didn't do anything to me, but perhaps that's so because I have found that there is nothing I need to be the Self. But yet, if there is anything I love and want to have close to me it's the energy of my master Mooji. And he points continuously to the fact that this is not outside of me, in fact, as I said already, I experience him, I feel I am him ever since he left the US the first time, it's so terrific. I am so happy to use the term master for him even. I am "sad" sometimes when I use the lesser one teacher to talk about him when I speak to those who would probably not understand. I went to buy an om for somebody and I got to talking with the shop keeper. She is from Nepal. I mentioned my teacher, but she, when I visited again today to pick up the item I wanted, I was so pleased for her to say, and give this card to your guru. I am happy to use master and guru for Mooji, because for me he is the first one I really know without doubt has "achieved," if you allow me this expression, Self realization or mastery. When I first met him, I met Papaji, for whom my love started occurring about two year's before Mooji arrived on these shores. My desire got fulfilled when I met Mooji. You know that Papaji is Mooji's master. It goes to show again that when desire, maybe not any desire but the highest kind is not touched it comes to fruition even if not the way we might imagine. In my mind it was impossible for that to happen. While I initially was so happy with that association, i.e.: Mooji with Papaji, today that association is no longer needed.

In honor of this single truth,

with love,

Z. (USA)

Hi dear Mooji,

Your satsangs are wonderful and I only wish that M were still here in Tiru to enjoy them with me. She is back in Montreal but she was extremely happy to have met you twice on her last night in Tiru and to be able to tell our young friend Q that she had spoken to you about her.

I wrote M after Monday's satsang to say that I had ordered the DVD for general reasons but also in particular because of your answer near the end to the British teacher who didn't know whether to stay within the system or leave. This will be wonderful for our son R to see. He is 35 and teaches English at a private school in Montreal. Like his mother, he is an old soul with a sensitive and enormous heart. Of course, if you are moved to come to Montreal, nothing would please M & me more than for our son to talk with you.

M insists that I tell you how much her yoga students and friends who come to our house for yoga gatherings love watching you. Not to bore you but M & I wish to re-express our gratitude for, among other things, your coming to meet the group last year at the Arunai Anantha. This past Sunday night at our house in Montreal she showed part of the DVD of the recent satsang-the one in which you asked that sweet young girl to turn around to face the people for several minutes. It was very well-received.

I am very happy to be here in Tiru with you.

Much love from Post Office Road and from Montreal, R & M

Beloved, Beloved Mooji:

I've just listened to the CD of the Kripalu satsang where you spoke after the dancing. The answer to every question I've ever had, those ancient questions human beings have always asked, is right there. I will continue to let your words wash over me, as F. says, again and again, without trying to grasp. The tendency to "try to keep up" with every word is still being noticed, of course, but something has become known about the Godly principles of being en-joy, of peace, and of freedom from doubt and fear.

This knowledge seems to arise as little bubbles of joy inside and an urgency, an excitement, is felt to want to discover the whole "secret" right now, which is nothing else but a budding recognition of who we really are. It is a little spark of light, a seed of knowledge about our true nature, and it is also known now that the experience of this spark of light and this seed simply and without a sense of doing needs to be put to rest in the stillness of the heart, where the spark will ignite more fully and the seed will sprout and unfold without the help of my mind.

And as the stillness deepens, we are, in fact living that secret, which is always there and which only the mind thinks it needs to discover.

In love and gratitude.

L. (USA)

Most beloved Mooji!!!

It was absolutely wonderful to talk to you... I am so privileged and grateful.

When I talk to you, or listen to you, my mental tendencies relax their hold and I realize there is nothing to say or do, and I find it difficult to express myself. I forget everything else except my complete focus on you and the Truth. I hardly thanked you, hardly showed any expression- but I cannot even find the words to express the depths of my gratitude! Thank you so very, very much for so much of your time, and patience, and especially so much love. My heart is so full, so happy and at peace.

I am sending you so much love, and my deepest devotion. With huge, warm hugs,

Q. (Canada)

(And when I use ''I'' and ''my'', yes, I see right through it.)

Dearest Baba,

In this light, what to do this next moment....!!
i am the flame now, and feel like all space and creation is within - liquid flame...

the mind tugs and, who is tugging? ...and all thoughts fall into this ocean...
confusion...peace...death...surrendering....opening...such grace to find you...falling...burning...

om mane peme hung...
...open open open...

U. (New York)

My dear Papaji Mooji,

Feel to write to you about how this trip to Arunachala and your presence, which I find is synonymous with this sacred, holy power of that magnificent hill is bringing forth a steady stream of insights. When I was there, deep silence was engaged in meeting the zombies coming out of the graveyard. Those zombies were bits and pieces of repetitive experiencing, as I now prefer to refer to conditioning. Something needed to present with it and perhaps was a little bit still involved with it.

Now that I am back in New York, gradually, it feels that this conditioned way of being has lessened and a great power has emerged from within that only honours and listens to this great love that pours out of me.

All that's needed is here and this love that I have got to know through you so intimately is the only author here and there is nothing that can controls it. There is just that unalloyed happiness, so tremendous that I am intoxicated by it. There is only thinking of how I can make people happy. Just by perhaps visiting them. Like my friend who just had a baby. Just sharing my happiness with them is quite enough. Nothing more. And sharing happiness and love, which is not mine really, but universal and housed in each and everyone we imagine to be in separate bodies.

The story of insecurity it initially started initiating again is all gone or at least greatly diminished and a power and strength has emerged that carries the signature of my adored and beloved Papaji with name Mooji.

If I have honoured insecurity, littleness and weakness during my stay around you, I bow to you for your forgiveness, for I see that it just does not belong to me. How much love would you need to pour over me before I get my true status? I feel that finally citizenship to your great love and happiness, to your abode has finally been accepted, it had been given out by your great authority a long time ago. How strange for the applicant to doubt the approval stamp of any state, in your case the highest stateless state?

In obeyance of this great gift of love that I love sharing like you show me even when you are physically absent,
your son,
z xxxxx

Salutations to the Master mooji,

Blessings pouring thru the eyes of Mooji to my heart. Love. Thanks.

R. (India)

He has a soft and smooth voice like Osho and rasta dreads like the first of the rastafari. He advices to practise self-enquiry like Ramana Maharshi, but hugs like Amma, the hugging Mother. He is sharp and sweet and we are going to hear more about him because he has got what it needs to be loved by the masses and appreciated by the individual. And to prove it: When Mooji left Tiruvannamalai in February of this year after giving satsangs for more than a month almost on a daily base, a long queue of people escorted the taxi in which he left. Most of these people met him in Tiruvannamalai for the first time and fell in love with him head-over-heels. Although he has been teaching only for a few years, mostly in London where he lives, Mooji has also gathered around him a crowd of devotees from Ireland and Italy and lately in the world's satsang capital, Tiruvannamalai.

What is the secret of the Jamaican 51-years old teacher and how did he become the main attraction around the many seekers who arrived in Tiruvannamalai? The answer is simple: Mooji gives his devotees what they lack most of all- not enlightenment but love.

On the thesis whether spiritual seeking -being a sophisticated cover for the striving for emotional satisfaction- was written already and will be written in the future, but if this is all the story or just part of it, it is obvious that the emotion or the emptiness that comes out of it and its overflowing, is a big part in the spiritual seeking of all of us. Like Amma, the hugging Mother, Mooji succeeds in doing two things in one, to be a guide to the spiritual seeker and also to be a source for emotional and mental need. And it is not something to take lightly. Jesus lectured at any place and any time with a lot of determination about the kingdom of God and that achieving it is the most important of all. But all of this didn't prevent him to cure blind people and heal handicapped. So, also in front of the Absolute it seems there is still importance to the emotion, feelings and pain, as "small" and "ordinary" as it can be in the world of the individual.

The peculiar thing is that when seekers gathered and went every day to be present in the satsang with Mooji, it was obvious that most of them seemed to come for what was happening at the end of the satsang: also being an unofficial part of the program, most of the meeting with Mooji were happening actually then, after the satsang, when each one would come up to the teacher, who was still seated on his chair, and get an intense hug that was complemented with genuine words of softness and comforting strokes on the back. Then it was possible to see what the magnitude of the event is for the audience that came: both men and women were crying, shedding tears on the shoulder of the teacher, being washed by the catharsis of emotion and breakdown and almost refusing to let go of his comforting touch. And Mooji: He stayed there for a long time till everyone was satisfied at least till the day after. If you are on your way to satsang with Mooji, don't forget the handkerchiefs!

T. P. in NRG, an israeli magazine

Dear Beloved

I pray to you with all I am

that I may merge in your deep waters

that no taint of a false self be left

That Your Guidance moves my body

That Your Grace showers my Heart

and I may forever disappear in Truth.

With much Love and devotion,

M. (Colombia)

dear brother namaste to your lotus feet.

lot of love from my heart and arunachala and other indian people from in front of ashram. please bless all of us. Yesterday my parents left. They are here with me six days. i miss you.

love

Dear baba,

I hope your body recovered well from the operation in Berlin and that you got all the rest you need.

All is well here, life goes on pretty much as it always has, but with the clear seeing that there is not really a person there whom it's all happening to. It's like living in two dimensions at the same time, without any conflict between them.

Sometimes old personal stuff pops up, its okay, as it is seen in the light of the awareness, it can arise and dissolve in it. Life goes on anyway, as long as it does, und it unfolds as it unfolds, nothing to do about it. Remaining in the 'stateless state', that is all there is to 'do'. Some determination is still needed for that.

The old personal stuff I mentioned mostly appears when relating to other human beings. That is not surprisingly, because there is much more openess and going into the world then before, and in my personal conditioning intimate social abilities were poor developed, a lot of distortion, surrounded with fear and anger. To let truth and peace penetrate completely in that area too, is the biggest 'challenge' so to speak. The seeing that the personal conditioning is not really who I am at all, that in fact there is no person there in the first place, is the most important and has dissolved a life time of suffering. Now there is just this.

I hope to see M. in London soon somewhere in the coming weeks, he told me about his illness. When you are at home then, I hope to see you in satsang or a short visit.

With deepest love,

M. S. (Holland)

Hello beloved mooji....here i am in a small town rummaging through a second hand bookstore and i find WAKE UP AND ROAR, and i think of you....is god laughing at me...could it mean that one day you would be here for satsang...hope you meet some mexicans in india yet most of all finding the book has taught me to say i am free, it is so powerful what he writes....sending you all my love and light accross the seas...i am happy to be here yet it matters not where i am in truth.....

big love, J.

My Love,

in this experience of suffering and pain there is something beautiful behind, I can't explain what is it....

Life is surprising me all the time... It's so true what you say about not making any conclusion. Something is quite inside, mind has been very noisy the past few days but even there something else was aware of it,and once again life showed me that everything happens IS ALL GOOD.

R. sister told me that when I touch her she feel quite and I was very happy to have the confirmation from her that THE SELF IS WITHIN ME. I THANK YOU VERY MUCH , YOU ARE THE BEST GIFT LIFE COULD GAVE ME!

TI AMO TANTO PER SEMPRE

C.M (London)

Hello Mooji,

Lots of love and best wishes for satsang in Brasil

J (India)

Jaya Mooji

Watching the pictures on the website, nice feelings arise in me ; without expectations, honey flows, opened Heart is remembering the sweetness of Krishna, as you are.
"your hearing is sweet
your help to cross maya is sweet
your capturing of our hearts is sweet
whatever comes out of your mouth is sweet
your vibrations are sweet"
even the ripples can become sweeter.
I call you friday Beloved Mooji ; fears arising i put them in your hand.

Dear Mooji,

those were deep and happy hours we spent with you last Saturday! It is a wonder how pliant the technology is to the needs of the spirit; or maybe more accurately I should say that it is remarkable how Essence as expressed in your Being avails itself so effortlessly of the Skype technology! It is not only your face and voice that comes through. We are so grateful.
No one wanted to leave afterwards, people lingered and basked in the love.

I especially want to thank you for insisting on trying and re-trying our connection till we had full communication with sound and picture going both ways. It made a difference, and your patient persistence showed us how real and intimate a connection we have with you.

J. was puzzled by the 'hole in the wall' analogy you used and called me to talk about it; I think I was able to be helpful by comparing it to the light-and-prism analogy which is less subtle but maybe easier to grasp. You have had a great impact on her; she is happier and more successful in every way than we have ever seen her. She appears in a new movie about arts for the elderly 'Do not go softly...' and comes off very well, articulate and capable and poised. We are all doing well and we are definitely willing to do another Skype satsang; early August might work best.

T., J. and P. are excited to be seeing you in a few short weeks time; I'll be there in Italy in spirit! I heard from P. something about that you might be coming back to the US in.. was it October or November?...You know that you have a home here with us for as long as you want to stay. We will blow trumpets and bang drums to bring people to see you!

Big love and big hugs to all.

peace

S. (Washington DC)

Dear Mooji,

Your e-mail touched my heart very deeply, Mooji, I felt like crying for appreciation. It seems that since then your message has penetrated in my heart more... I am walking through the thorn bushes or through the meadow, quickly the question arises 'Who is walking? Who is perceiving?' Then everything becomes One. But then again and again the same story... Sometimes I wonder when all these will end but the question arise 'Who is doubting?'

S. told me that you are going to America in October. R. and I plan to leave in early April for Japan and America. I haven't been to Japan for 5 years and I have a big issue with my family and Japanese society. But it feels good to go this time, your teaching and your presence are with me so I don't feel afraid so much. It is my first time to go to US, too. We plan to come back in June.

Mooji, I thank you very much for heart to heart connection.

Much love

S. (India)

Dear Mooji,

Just wanted to say hi! and also that I started to do self-inquiry on myself, whatever this myself is. Don't know if I'm doing it right, the self-inquiry I mean. I realized though that when I ask to whom all these things arise, thoughts, reactions, feelings, whatever, where do they all come from, even this idea that there is this "I", C., who is trying to realize her own freedom, her natural state, when i "ask" who is this I, Who am I, I realize very clearly that the one who asks, who looks for an answer and the one who tries to answer that ultimate question "who am I?" are precisely the one and the same: the mind! It's always the mind! so there is no real answer, it all comes from the mind. Even now that I'm writing this mail to you it seems everything is coming from the I that is always asking/saying/searching something, There's no satisfaction, no stopping.. again this is the mind speaking. But then I'm founding out there's not much I can actually do, is it? This is all the mind, everything! So you know what? I give you my mind, I give it to you. I don't know what to do with it and I now know for sure that it can't give me what I truly want: what I truly am. and I have no idea what that is but what I know is that my mind or this "I" I think I am can't really help me. So my mind is yours now. I know you know what to do with it. Don't ask me how I know this, I just know it in my heart. And my heart is your heart, the heart of all things. There is only one thing, one heart, one something that I have no idea what it is but I know that it just Is. And it is only there I want to rest. I know that that one thing with no name will do the rest. To be in the background of everything, it's where I am spending more time with. Thank you for your presence.

C. (Portugal)

Dear Dear Mooji,

I am writing for no particular reason but wanted to touch-in with you. I arrived back home after my visit and have found that many of the seeds planted during our conversations have been growing, becoming evident. Much of this is without words or mental understanding.... There is just a sense that much is changing and happening against this background of the unchanging.

I am finding that there is a paradox with "disappearing" in that while this is happening I am also feeling that this life is coming out of hiding in a new way too. I feel called to a sense of responsibility... I don't know exactly how to describe it. It's something that asks for courage, honesty and integrity. I feel it strongly.

I have also felt a strong sense of "standing alone." When I came home from seeing you, a close friend and fellow student of my teacher here, asked me jokingly "if he is still my teacher?" I can't remember what I said but I knew in my heart at that moment that my sense of the roles of "student/teacher" was changing. There is grief in letting go of something, though I can't say for sure what it is. Perhaps I am coming to know that there is nothing outside to lean on to feel comfortable.

Even as I write that, I must confess that there have been moments since coming home where I just wanted to find a way to get back to London or to a retreat with you so I could reconnect. This feeling has been a powerful teaching... as I have been seeing the places where that longing originates and where I still believe that I am separate from you.

I'm spending much of my time in silence. Besides work and things with friends/family that call me strongly, I am spending time mostly alone sitting and walking in nature. There is a strong and abiding sense of the emptiness in which all of this takes place.

Thank you for reading these words. It feels good to write them. I hope all is well with you in Brixton. I hold you warmly and with thanks.

much love,

S. (USA)

miss you terribly
this is R the old man with the long hair who met you in Boston and was blessed to see you again in Philadelphia ,Washington DC and Chicago.

Thanks for giving me your contact info ... when I told you I had no questions you told me to write to keep in touch
so here goes

heard you may not be returning to the US in 2008

so even though my health might prohibit my being able to travel ( I'm on oxygen) I immediately started trying to figure out how I might come to Europe to see you.

but then Skype may be an answer ...but you wont be home till June

so I've started watching your videos on YouTube

I believe in destiny and grace

so I will see you when I see you

no questions as any answers I may need are answered by you, by myself or by life
I am attempting to practice enquiry or maybe not enquiry as that implies an action but just a sitting in the silence

hoping that by identifying with the silence or nothingness my identification with this body or person called R will fade away

again I find my use of words very clumsy

as you say I am that which I seek but I still want to see you again

when I hit the send button I know I will think of other things I wanted to say but all is well here as I'm sure it is there

love r

Dearest Mooji

How soon I will realize I'm Free ?

You said on a crowed satsang in India "If you look, no seat... but if you step you find a seat", this reminds me my worries as I'm looking for a place to stay in London.

I don't want miss the chance to stay with the one who gives me Peace, and easerly see what is happening in my mind, even it is more peacefull now.

I want to be Free. Why to wait ?

Very busy w.e. in the Ashram

Gratitude and love

S. (France)

dear dear master Mooji,

I hope all is well for you and send you love and blessings from California, US.

Just as you said it would, everything is happening and unfolding perfectly here. There are so many blessings. This surrender continues but the sense of separations and distinctions have all but vanished. The "peace that passeth understanding" is alive and vibrant with a depth and clarity I never imagined.

... I continue to deeply receive the gift and heart you have given so freely.

From silence to silence,

Love, Love, Love -

Beloved Mooji,

Please let me tell you that I so deeply fell in love with the way THAT expresses ITSELF through you when we met in Tiruvannamalai a couple of weeks ago. Hugging you is Self hugging Self in that one eternal moment - forever now. What an auspicious life - we are so blessed. Thank you so much for everything!

I kiss your beautiful hands. In love and gratitude,

G. (Sweden)

Moojijijijijijiji, etc

Listened to another of your satsongs and then wandered out into the now of the now, and the now of the now of the now, just in, and then again in, and then more in, as the then and the when fell off, and all that is wanted is more and more behind all this. More and more at the root, as I am filled by the changing wonder of every space which so much is inside. How strong love can grow! How delightful this simple walk around town, and all these shared moments with faces that meet me. Every moment so full: Tibetan dwellings piled one over the other, so high among the trees, and all the prayer flags where something moves and a monkey leaps. The cows won't move out of the way until I stroke their heads and say hello. All kinds of lepers and spindly legged crawling beggars are here as the Indian tourist season begins with gaggles of huge Punjabi women or nervous crotch adjusting groups of young guys taking in the Tibetan scene. Two days ago the Dalai Lama came back. Was touching to see the Tibetans lining the streets with katas(scarves) and Tibet flags to welcome their king back home. I was on a steep bit of hill as he swept by behind his car's dark glass. He looked just the same as he always does. I know no other being in the universe with such a constant face, and through it pours so much compassion and grace.

Moooooji, am I ready to totally give up all my security and all my thens for the ever of this now which so overwhelms and joys? Why should I ever want anything else, and what has this K. got that matters compared to this? I am in the arms of something so beautiful that always is, no other lover will do.

It would be good to be with you in person, my dear brother, and master; so just for this moment you are here with me in this now and the hug is so deep and so endless that one is all we can be. Amen

Moojiji,

Now it's tomorrow. Yesterday, after writing the rave above, my head 'n eyes got attacked by computer stress from playing a game too long. Afternoon: still very conscious but joy lacking. Directing attention to awareness behind awareness, but can't get near it. Even awareness cannot be an object because I am more and more not definable. This body, this idea of me , becomes less and less real, and thus it seems very odd that this bunch of thoughts in which K. is the main player with his needs and desires, continues to persist, and the urge is in me to sort out any matter which might pre-occupy him, quick as possible, so this calm joy may deepen and his pre-occupations with more trivial matters less likely to distract. I know there is no method for this, but I can simply stay with it, if I can be with anything when everything is so much in me that it would seem far more me than any Kev idea, if there were any me, anyway.

I hope all this self-pre-occupation ain't too much of an arse-pain to read, and send you my love. I am with you as we still sit holding hands outside this universal chai shop.

My beloved Mooji Zenji!

What struck me this morning is that the entire manifestation is pointing to the truth of who we are. The entire manifestation gives satsang. Are we tuned in? I feel so much inclined to share what occurred to me this morning.

Next to me on the subway, a little girl was playing a game with her mother. She would say a letter and the mother was supposed to guess the colour she held in mind. The little girl said, "Y," and the mother responded: "Yellow." "G" -- "Green" -- "P" -- "Purple." And so on it went. Then a thought rose in me, "M for magenta."

Magenta is a colour of ink used in printing. The other friends that move with it are cyan and yellow. Magenta, like cyan and yellow, is one of the base colours of the complimentary colour spectrum that printers use, it is complimentary to the spectrum we know as the light colours, red, green, blue or RGB for short. While cyan and yellow exist in the visible colour spectrum, magenta does not. It is a virtual colour that in the framework of physics of light has no existence, yet it exists. It is used by printers around the world day in and day out. Then I said to myself, "Look at that! Isn't this a perfect example about the truth? Isn't this satsang also?"

The substratum, the Self, is claimed by most that it does not exist, yet it exists. It is the complimentary to the manifestation without which the manifestation couldn't be reflected and thus couldn't be. It's just that the Self is outside the conceptual framework by which we define what is.

Furthermore, magenta is invisible when you ask the mind (theory), but yet it is also visible when printed on a piece of paper by itself. In that phenomenon I recognize your words you spoke to me when you gave me my beautiful name, Zenji, "Sometimes the invisible makes itself visible to perhaps correct something and then leaps back into the invisible again."

Love you so much,

(USA)

Mooji,

R. wrote this poem for us in Singapore. As he sat in a nice park on a hill, he reflected on his time in India, and, as he said, naturally, two thoughts came up, you and me. Then this poem came to be... It really touched me deeply. Enjoy reading,

"Love Advaita (Not Two) "

A lot has happened to me on this trip to India. And two things stand out. First is that love has re-awakened in me. Love lay dormant for some years, but has been re-ignited through a girl with bright brown eyes and a beaming smile.

Second is truth. Truth has been re-affirmed as the priority for me, and plotted itself as my course. This through a man with bright brown eyes and a warm hug.

Its a good thing the two came together, because love without truth has devastated me in the past.Untrue love has broken me (not a bad thing) and has made me scared (not a good thing).

Love and Truth together are not scary at all. Truth Is, Love Is; no illusions to maintain. Just being as I am.

And loving the girl with the brown eyes demands equal parts of love and truth. Good on her that she is not satisfied with a love that isn't fresh, isn't true, isn't free. A love that doesn't flow is not really love. She knows the truth of love.

And receiving truth from the man with the brown eyes is just as much love as truth. As he looks into my eyes I know he sees who I truly am. And as he looks into my eyes I know he loves me just as I am.

A lot has happened to me on this trip to India, and two things stand out.

Not really two!

Dearest beloved Mooji,

Thank you for your beautiful thoughts.....for me it has been a most beautiful and heartfelt journey that I have shared with you over the last few years. It has given me great joy to be of service to Satsang through you, it felt effortless and so perfect in all its manifestations. The gratitude I feel is beyond words for all you have pointed to and given over our time together. And that continues on regardless...

My commitment and dedication to truth remains constant...

This heart is forever full,

With deepest gratitude,

D. (Ireland)

My beloved Mooji Papaji,

I said this thing yesterday, "Even that happiness when we get what we want feels undesirable now."

What I said there may imply that there is still something wanted here. It is not so. I am content with what is. It is a marvelous utterance when it is true. How happy one is when one reaches beyond the limited desires of the mind. That which is found there, it can't be imagined. The mind can't imagine it. The mind can't create it, but the feeling is to say that the mind can reflect it, even if perhaps only partially.

Beyond nothing is all there is.

Thank you my love for pushing me deeply into your truth!

Love you eternally!

Always your devoted, loving son,

Mooji man has become 'the Advaita king' of Tiru. Over the weeks his satsangs became more and more popular, the rooftop was too small. When he first arrived mid December there were maybe around 35 people, the last satsang took place earlier this week and there must have been around 200 people. Oh, satsang bliss ... beyond words! Some people arranged a thank-you party that same night and it was a lovely night at Tasty café with tasty food and great people (and many more Mooji hugs), live music - some drums, guitar and singing. And now he has got world-wide invitations, people with many different nationalities and from all walks of life come to Tiru with one main yearning: the desire to know or understand oneself. Mooji's approach of self-enquiry (which basically means to deeply investigate the question Who am I?) is most touching to all and therefore many people want him to visit their country.

Some people are guru-shopaholics and visit satsangs with all the different teachers you can possibly imagine, some simply stay with the mountain, in the caves and the ashram of Ramana, some are very devoted to one guru and spit out all the others, and some have become a bit of a 'guru groupie'. These last few days I relate very much to this last category... Whenever I see Mooji, I feel some kind of butterflies inside and I find all sorts of excuses to be in his presence as much as I can: Whenever he is in the chaishops spontaneous chai-satsang happens and the most inviting, warm, 'unconditional love' hugs spontaneously happen on the street.. Especially these last days wherever he goes, a huge number of people gathers around him. Even the local people at the restaurants and chaishops bow at his feet and his heart is overflowing with love for anybody. People say about him: "There is an energy that radiates from Mooji's presence, a kind of impersonal intimacy, full of love, joy and a curious mix of playfulness and authority" … a perfect description of what I experience. It is all being expressed here and it is simply indescribable what happens around his presence. Grace...

I decided to pay the rent for another month, till mid Feb. Mooji is flying back to London today and this means from satsang bliss into satsang-blues ... 'Is there life after Mooji?'' A bit melo-dramatic, but some of you may get the picture... Now I am going on a short 'holiday break', off to Pondicherry and Auroville for a couple of days. Spend some time in a beach hut and do some shopping, a good remedy for satsang-blues and good food for new Artist Dates!

...

Less than an hour ago Mooji tried to leave Tiru, what an incredible happening. It reminded me of TV images that I have seen from the Beatles in the sixties. Same same but different ... Women laughing and crying, saddhus falling at his feet, local chaishop people too, children hugging, people that never met him too. Traffic stopped ... amazing! It took him about an hour and a half and still when the taxi drove off people (and that includes me!) were queueing up to get a last hug or touch. It is like Jezus left town. It feels weird ...

C. (Holland)

Dear Mooji, nice to hear from you. The privilege was mine for all the time spent with you in Tiru and all the love you shared. From my side it was an intense experience and felt (retrospectively) like a whirlwind blowing through Tiru. These times are always beneficial from the point of seeing where the ego is especially stuck but not so pleasant from the egos side. I hope to see you in Glastonbury if not Brixton. I hope the Satsangs go well and the climate is equable. Thanks for writing and the Love.!! IN Love.

A.!! (England)

Hi my Masterji Mooji!

Even at work the truth is revealed now as this message shows:

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How marvelous, isn't it?

Love you,

Dear Mooji,

On this beautiful day of Guru Purnima, I want to tell you how much I love you and thank you with all my heart for coming into my life, my beloved master. Yesterday in the Skype Satsang, I felt dissolved into molecules...and quieted, deeply quieted. This stayed with me today as I went to Bhagavan's ashram in Queens for the celebration of Guru Purnima there.

I felt at home as soon as I stepped through the door and heard the Vedas being chanted, smelled the incense and saw the lingam being anointed. You were with me, as always. I know You and He (and We) are one. Thank you for your kind, sweet and remorseless grace. I rest in the certainty and power of your love.

M. USA

Hello dear Mooji,

my name is C. and I live in Berlin. My heart is full of love and my soul full of peace since I met you in Thiruvanamalai some weeks ago (between Christmas and first week of January). Maybe you remind me when you see the photo in attachment. During satsang, talks in the Chaishop and meditation in Ramana's cave the sense of I dissolved. For the first time I felt "being at home", my seeking for truth ends. I met a lot of teachers during last 10 years, and when I met you my heart simply has fallen in love. Thank you so much! Thanks for the grace to meet you.

Because my personality doesn't want to couple to a teacher I waited for some weeks, but I can't resist now. And during everyday life the sense of I has come again (so some senteces are written in past).

So now I take all my courage to write to you. I would love to meet you again, I would love to come to London. And I would love to see you in satsang and in private meeting, is that possible? My heart wants to live truth more than ever before.

And my heart would love to invite you to Berlin someday. We talked about that in Thiru, maybe we can talk again in London. When is a good time to come for a weekend (thursday to monday) to London to meet you? (maybe middle of march or end of april).

With deep love and respect

the storm is gone.

u r right - there is nothing to do - not even to be - simply it is.

Mooji, dear Master

I miss you - miss to hear your words, to read your words, to look in your eyes, the conversations with you. I am just a human being. All what you teach seems so easy. The words you have spoken out are so clear and true. I could listen to you always. I wish to share this emptiness with everybody and especially with you. I know they say spiritual attitude is: Don't be attached to something or somebody, but this is what I feel...

"I,I,I" - I know - who is "I"? - but there is also this "I", this simply human being who tasted this sweet fruit called "nothing" and wish more from it - much more. Give me more master. Teach me, don't break up this contact.

You said there is nothing more I need to know. maybe it´s true but to hear this, to feel this - it´s one thing - the other is to live with it every day, with all the earthly things there is to do, for the moment.

Teach me, Master!

I feel you always in my heart - feel you everywhere.

I have found my Master or Guru in Mooji. In May, after my second trip to Mooji's home in London, I couldn't continue my support of S. or anybody else anymore. It was as clear as night and day. The meetings with him, for me, are so powerful, I don't speak to him about anything, but yet I feel he knows everything about me. I am completely transparent to him and when I leave his presence I notice that a deepening into truth has occurred. That, somehow, more layers of untruth have been washed away. It's just fantastic, incredible.

The feeling now is that I can't go anywhere else. I have only limited vacation time, and all I want is spend this time with Mooji. I don't know if you understand this. But for me, what makes this even more sweet is, that for the first time in my life, I feel that this is 100% reciprocated. This is the love story of my life, and I thought I would be content with having a woman in my life and maybe be married to her. This all died for me. I am no longer interested in relationship. As Mooji says, truth provides everything as a happy accident. There is nothing I need to accept and nothing I need to reject. What I am saying here is that you may still find me getting married again one day, but it won't be out of any need for it.

All my love to you, my buddy! Hope we skype soon and we see each other soon also.

Love you,

F. (USA)

DID YOU HAVE A NICE BIRTHDAY? I AM FEELING YOUR PRESENCE AND LOVE CONSTANTLY, THE DAYS ARE FILLED WITH BEAUTY...THANK YOU...

I DON'T KNOW HOW AND WHAT AFFECT YOUR SATSANGS AND HUGS MADE ME BUT I AM HAPPY NOT TO UNDERSTAND.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE...

WITH MUCH LOVE AND PEACE,

S. (India)

Tears on my face... simply gratitude. Thanking Existence for this...

Love you Moojiji...

C. (Holland)

My beloved Mooji-sensei!

This we refer to as mind has made a sport of itself in creating stories of worthlessness, this one being unwanted, unloved, ignored, left out and so on. When I was in Tiruvannamalai, at the foot of Arunachala and the feet of yourself, all of this was present. Unlike any time before, this time the entire spectrum of duality, all facets of unwanted to wanted, being ignored of being included and fitting in all of that was there simultaneously. There was just the watching of this and an insight came one morning that all is one rope. the good experiences is the rope in light, the bad experiences are the rope in darkness. somehow the insight came that the entire rope needs to be left alone. don't touch the rope, not even for the sake of having good experiences. this rope is what ties us to our death, to suffering.

furthermore, what a blessing that this one who has listened to the suggestions of mind for many decades now, of some inherent unworthiness, should earn the blessing of attracting you into his life. One great soul who has mastered life and can share it so masterfully so that this one can drink from your experience and swallow it with such vigour and can't get enough of you. this is the greatest blessing and i can't tell you how much I honour you and am aware of this gift, which exceeds any expectations. Isn't this the greatest reward, what else is there to gain. Who wants anything after meeting you and finding this you emerge with equal strength inside this heart that welcomes all.

I am so happy.

Beyond what words can say a mere "I love you" is all that I can say as a shortcut for the true feeling inside,
z xxxxxxx

Dearest Mooji,

Salutations!

The retreat in Italy was delightful and thoroughly enjoyable. It was also deep and powerful. The mind seemed to be blanked out and almost inaccessible; so much so that it was difficult to speak. The peace and quietude that was readily accessible was inspiring, natural and encouraging.

The simplicity and ease, facilitated no doubt by your presence, was all-embracing and very supportive. Thank you.

In the time since you facilitated a change in awareness in me, life has taken on an entirely different hue.

This being's spiritual awareness is still embryonic and maturing 100% into the simplicity of being. It will take vigilance, dedication and commitment. Staying in the moment is oftentimes easy and natural, yet oftentimes distractions subtly seduce!

And yet the trust and deep acceptance that now permeates life has restored the faith, hope and love I had as a child. The jaded bitter cynic has disappeared!

So many extraordinary things have happened in the last two years. There have frequently been occasions to remember your story of a banana falling from the ceiling. In the past the strong intellect would want to examine the whys and wherefores. Now, it just Is!!

'Miracles' too, have been witnessed, and melodramatic though they once would have been, they now seem normal, a consequence of grace.

Life has never been so sweet, nor did I think it ever would be. It is now about ten years since I sat in meditation despairing and crying out for inspiration and guidance. My body got up, unbidden, to see you getting out of a car outside my flat. You were sent as inspiration and so you have been-A blessing! Whether in touch physically or not, you are always close.

Thank you for your patience and persistent caring. But most of all thank you for being who you Are.

Love and deep respect,

P.(England)

dearest beloved of my heart,

doing service today, copying dvds and cds, there is such grace, such ease in knowing i am this endless light,

the yearning to continue with service to this great light we call mooji awakens again, and so, i will see what can be done.

service is such a beautiful portal to the divine consciousness and then, there is so clearly seen, there is only that...

i rejoice to be with you in Skype on saturday.

in this endless ocean of love

C (USA)

Dear master, beloved mooji

I am a thought – u r a thought –" to be" is just a thought. I'm sitting here and observing my little daughter - my daughter? Whose daughter – in the same way she's also your child and you are also my father. There is no one family – except the only true family – everything. It's strange and in the same way so simple. We are all the same thing – coming out from the same source - the same illusion. Illumination is just illusion. We are illusion. Bud why then we are? We are all thoughts.

By the last "one to one" in Lecce I was spending my time, and I had enough time, just for nothing. Just for to be together with u. How egoist! Now I feel there was I right question: "Mooji, I have only seven minutes, please make me empty and bring me to "that place", where simply existence exist, and make me stay there. Forever together with u. Forever together with everything.

F. is missing u so much – always loving u.

Beloved,

Satsang is the anchor that keeps the boat abiding in the heart. Through satsang, the presence of the master vanishes all illusions and leaves what IS only as what IS. Satsang is not two hours 'deepening' in this... Yet, a loving gratefulness was present in my heart last satsang for the beautiful phenomenon of 'formal' satsang. Thank you with All I am, my dearest Master.