Who is Shri Mataji?
I remember a fine morning of August 1975, sitting in a suburban train between Hurst Green and London. Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi was sitting in front of me. I had spent some very intriguing and mind boggling moments in her house, the day before, having felt levels of consciousness whose bliss it is impossible to describe. I was fairly puzzled and asked quite simply: “Shri Mataji, who are you?” She responded something like: “open your hands, close your eyes and ask the question again”, suggesting I should ask through my meditation. I did so. After some time – I do not know how much time – I opened my eyes again. Shri Mataji was smiling; she said “So?” I responded “Nothing Shri Mataji, just the silence”. She said “I am the silence”. But for the rest of the day, I had the feeling of being so light that I was literally wondering whether my feet were touching the ground; the quality of well being throughout this day of shopping in London was again ecstatic. These states of higher awareness we
