Wow, I guess all those Afghani "herbs" must have blown her mind and memory because by 1996 she'd forgotten about what the mahatma said "He took out a picture of a very
young boy and said, "Joan, if you want practical Knowledge of God, you'd better go to Dehra Dun." Jesus, how can you forget that you were given the PRACTICAL KNOWLEDGE OF GOD. Just how much dope did Joan smoke?
And what about: "His divine
brother, Shri Bal Bhagwan ji, who is the incarnation of divine
intelligence, and much more, spoke to me every evening on the sacred
science of the soul. He answered every question of my mind, and my
heart began to open up.
Holy Mother and the divine brothers of Guru Maharaj ji gave me so much
love that I knew only one thing, that I had found my destination, and
that I wanted only to be with them forever.
Guru Maharaj
ji is pure and perfect. We can experience this purity and this
perfection only from the divine manifestation of the soul, the Perfect
Master.
When I
understood that Knowledge was the way that I could be constantly
connected to him, internally and externally, I begged for Knowledge.
And he gave me that entrance into the kingdom of heaven."
The KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, how could she forget?
Full text from "Who Is Guru Maharaj Ji?":
This Girl Will Die
I met Guru
Maharaj Ji in India three years ago. I was travelling for four years,
in search, only knowing the constant taste of discontent which made me
move. I was so restless. I met many teachers and lived in many ashrams;
many practices and rituals I gladly practiced, believing that those
whose teachings I accepted knew what I needed to know. But when the
restlessness returned, I moved on, and after some time, my heart
reached a level of such grave disappointment that I began to lose all
my natural optimism, and thought finally, that no one knew we were all
poor seekers for some happiness that did not exist. This is called
death, the death of our hope, the hope for which man has been born,
without attaining which there is no reason to live.
At this time
I reached Bageshwar, a village high north in the Almora district of
India. I had been walking from ashram to ashram, weeping quite a lot,
reading scriptures and mourning. My eyes were clearly telling me where
I was heading, and rather than rejecting that black pit of nothingness
as I had usually done, I finally accepted, that yes, this is where I am
going. In Bageshwar, I stopped. My body was
tired, my mind and spirit were tired, and physically I could go no
farther, as I was at the Chinese border area. So I stayed in the ashram
with the rituals and the chillums and wept and danced and generally
waited. For the pit. Or whatever. I felt I had really had it, and there
was nothing else I wanted to try, or any other place I wanted to go.
This is a
testimony. But really, without exaggerating, it is a scripture, for I
have been graced and the Living Lord has found me, and so my
experiences with Guru Maharaj ji are the eternal experiences written by
every soul in the past and will be written by every soul in the future
who meets the embodiment of truth, pure consciousness, and bliss,
receives his Knowledge, and lives under his universal shelter.
So there in
Bageshwar, I experienced that blessing of being ready to receive. I was
truly empty. There fore I qualified. The native people accepted me as
another crazy "sadhu"; thank the Lord I was in India, where spiritual
bereavement is not considered at all abnormal.
Then a young
sadhu came to the temple. He was very outstanding. His ankles didn't
move, so he hobbled in from the northern trail carrying a large tin
suitcase which was rather strange for mountain travel.
He wore the
traditional two pieces of cloth, but his eyes were like a six-month-old
infant, and he was followed by a large crowd. He set up his home under
a tree in the ashram and began delivering a discourse in Hindi. I saw
him, watched him, and then went in to my own room and wept.
That night it
rained, and he came into the main room where I was also sleeping. He
saw my scene of candles and incense and flowers and Bible and we began
to talk. In due course I collapsed and cried for a long time, telling
him in tears of all that I hoped for and was trying for and had not
found. He smiled and opened his suitcase. He took out a picture of a
very
young boy and said, "Joan, if you want practical Knowledge of God,
you'd better go to Dehra Dun."
This shocked
me awake from a long dream. About a year before, I had met two English
people coming back from India in a restaurant in Afghanistan. We spoke
together for less than an hour. They told me they had met a
twelve-year-old boy who had revealed to them the Name of God and shown
them the divine light. They showed me his pictures and gave me his name
and address in Dehra Dun. I went my way and they theirs.
Some eight
months later I arrived in India, and in due course lived in Rajasthan,
in the caves of Mount Abu, where I had decided to try to enter the
kingdom of heaven by my own means and I was living in the forest in a
very ancient split-level cave. I would visit a swami about two miles
away at Lal Mundir, who was full of joy. One day he told me that I
would not find what I wanted living in a cave, that I should go to
Dehra Dun. I asked why. He just said I should go there. Then I went
back to my cave, and in due course got very ill and was unable to move
in the cave for ten days, when the villagers came and put me on a bus
for Delhi.
After three
days in the hospital I was released perfectly O.K. I met a friend from
Afghanistan in the street and he invited me back to Afghanistan. It was
then I computed everything and decided to head for Debra Dun. There was
something. And so I started in that northernly direction.
But not
before hitting the Almora district, the land of the ancient temples and
all the India we always read about and imagine, the wise old men, the
constant chillum smoking around the sacred fire, the rites and rituals,
very much like a photo essay on India, and I got into it. Walking from
temple to temple, but now the emotional crisis, the weeping, the
darkness and finally to Bageshwar, where the young sadhu showed me the
picture of Guru Maharaj Ji.
The young
sadhu was actually a mahatma of Guru Maharaj ji, an apostle who has
been given the command to impart this Knowledge of light and Name to
sincere aspirants who request it. Guru Maharaj ji has over 2,000
mahatmas all over the world who are showing by his grace the Light of
God to millions of people.
He wrote me a
letter of introduction to Guru Maharaj ji, which I only recently found
out from the Holy Mother read, "This girl will die without Knowledge,"
and sent me to Debra Dun on a bus.
I arrived at
Guru Maharaj ji's home, a beautiful white house with so many trees and
flowers, a paradise, and I huddled on the front lawn, fearing. A car
drove up and a figure came out of it. Everyone fell to the ground and
prostrated. I felt it was Guru Maharaj Ji. Still I waited, and then
they gave me some tea which made me feel more like a human being, I was
so totally insecure. Finally, Guru Maharaj ji came out to see me. He
asked, "What do you want?" I wept for twenty minutes, and he very
gently said, "O.K., O.K., you can go to your room upstairs, you can go
upstairs now."
For one month
he gave me so much love, and never saw the bad in me, only drew out the
good and made me able to see some good again, and laugh and feel his
enormous love. His divine brother, Shri Bal Bhagwan ji, who is the
incarnation of divine intelligence, and much more, spoke to me every
evening on the sacred science of the soul. He answered every question
of my mind, and my heart began to open up.
Holy Mother and the divine brothers of Guru Maharaj ji gave me so much
love that I knew only one thing, that I had found my destination, and
that I wanted only to be with them forever.
Guru Maharaj
ji is pure and perfect. We can experience this purity and this
perfection only from the divine manifestation of the soul, the Perfect
Master.
When I
understood that Knowledge was the way that I could be constantly
connected to him, internally and externally, I begged for Knowledge.
And he gave me that entrance into the kingdom of heaven.
Joan Apter
