A baby girl was born to us in London in August 1983. We were young, and happily poor in those days and of course very glad to receive things from other yogis for the baby, including a pram, which had been around some babies before ours. When the time came for my husband Djamel to bring the pram down from the top of our cupboard, he felt a terrible pain in the Left Nabhi. Our baby girl, who had been ok since coming back from the hospital, started crying a lot, despite the fact we were giving her vibrations regularly. Djamel mentioned that the pram originally belonged to someone who was not all right, but I said it did not matter, that other baby yogis had used it, as I was totally unaware of the effect of material things on human beings.
Then, one evening around midnight, when the baby was three weeks old, Shri Mataji came to our flat in Earl’s Court, London, to see her.
‘Warm up some olive oil,’ She said, ‘I’ll baptise her!’ As soon as the little girl was in Shri Mataji’s arms, she started crying and crying. Needless to say we felt rather embarrassed. Mother applied the oil on her head and showed us how to do massage, by filling the Sahasrara, ‘Like a cup,’ She said, bringing the oil from the down side to the top of the head, all around again and again. Yet, after such a treatment, the baby was still screaming.
‘Mother, may be this is because of the pram!’ Djamel ventured, and he started explaining to Shri Mataji what he had felt, and gave the name of the owner. Shri Mataji’s reaction was very swift. She scolded us for having accepted a pram from such a caught up person and told us to throw it away immediately.
‘Look,’ She said, ‘I send you realised souls, and see the way you treat them! The poor child is suffering now; her Back Agnya is caught up.’ I was speechless and under shock. ‘Anyway,’ continued Shri Mataji after a while, with a lovely smile, ‘you don’t have to worry any more now, for I have Myself ordered a new cot for her. You will get it tomorrow. But from now on, you must never accept second hand things or clothes from other people unless they come from
Me. So, I have vibrated this new cot, and after you finish using it for your daughter, pass it to the yogini mothers who will need it for their babies. It should be passed on because it comes from Me and it is vibrated!’ Then She turned towards the child and spoke tenderly to her. ‘Don’t worry, they are young parents, they don’t know how to look after you, but they will learn, you will see!’
Needless to say I was in shock until Shri Mataji was about to leave, and I could not speak. I felt terribly guilty and clumsy. She talked to my husband and scolded him because She knew he could take it better than me. Yet She knew I was the culprit because I had not listened to my husband’s vibrations but She did not mention anything to me. On the contrary, before Shri Mataji left, after we had offered Her some dinner, She stood before me – wrapped in Her coat and Her headscarf on Her head, looking so human now, so sweet, like any other mother – lifting Her face towards mine, with closed eyes, full of love and Her lips shaped ready to kiss me and waiting for me to bend down to receive Her divine kiss on my cheek. I did, completely stunned by such unexpected gesture.
‘May God bless you,’ She said with a radiant smile full of love, and She left in the night. Divine astonishing Mother! So She forgave me completely! And the most amazing thing of all, She had been aware of the need of a crib without anyone informing Her, for us Her penniless children. As promised, the day after, a cradle arrived in our flat, brand new, a wooden swinging cradle, light honey coloured, nicely shaped with bars all around. This happened long time back, in 1983, but I heard from an English yogini some years later that the crib was still putting children to sleep in the company of the angels, fulfilling its divine mission in the green land of England.
Guillemette Metouri