In 1992 I was in Timisoara. After the puja Shri Mataji was talking with yogis on the stage. The other Sahaja Yogis walked up to the stage to do namaskar and give their flowers. I also made namaskar and when I raised my head I saw Shri Mataji’s eyes looking through me like X-rays. In this short moment I realised that Shri Mataji knew everything about me, much more than I do myself.
Bozena Czachowska