Mother arranged this weekend at Her house at Hurst Green — Icehouse Wood, Hurst Green in Sussex. It was near Oxted. We all went down there by train. It was extraordinary because here we were, a very strange collection of people in an extremely nice neighbourhood, extremely nice. Shri Mataji once described it, “Not even a rat was allowed to enter in or would enter in because the houses there were so perfect.” They never had visitors, let alone about fifteen straggling, hippie-type people dressed in jeans and any old gear. In Shri Mataji’s house there was a big drawing room downstairs with beautiful Indian rugs and things like that and then this room up the stairs that was on the mezzanine. It was very sunny and there were large statues of deities and a beautiful Shri Ganesha there.
Pat A. took me upstairs to the first floor and showed me this big statue of Shri Ganesha. And he said, “See this statue has such vibrations.” And I said, “Hang on.” Being from a Muslim background, I thought, “What is he talking about?” So I tried just feeling the vibrations, while stepping back. And it did have vibrations. That is the wooden statue we had in Chelsham Road ashram in London. One of the things that struck me also in the house of Mother was that it looked and felt as if every statue that She had in the house was vibrating with power. Everywhere you went, you felt a kind of silent, peaceful, but extremely powerful environment, which is very difficult to describe, except to say that you knew something very powerful was working very deep inside you and working it out. Yet, you were in the middle of this and you felt you were in a different universe altogether.
Shri Mataji worked on us and talked to us and there was an incredible smell of Indian cooking for about three hours. They started cooking so early and then I started to be ill. I had to keep rushing off and being ill, but I felt brilliant. It was just a fantastic clearout and then everybody went down to this big drawing room and fell asleep on the floor. We’ve got pictures of these bodies all over this floor just everywhere. Then we had another session with Shri Mataji working on us and I had to keep dashing in and out, but it was like being totally divorced from the actual bodily feeling. I felt fantastic. But because I’d been ill, Shri Mataji said, “Maureen, you can come and sleep in My room.” When it came to bedtime, I tried to hide behind everybody because I was convinced that Shri Mataji disappeared when She went out of the room. She went up these stairs curved round the middle of the house and She went half up the stairs and spotted me and hauled me out from the crowd and I was so scared as to what was going to happen. She had this enormous and lovely bed. Being from a sort of hippie background, I hadn’t come with nightclothes that were particularly smart or anything and She dressed me in petticoats and cardigans. She worked on my back all night in Her sleep and I kept having to get up to be sick. She slept and then She’d stop sleeping and say, “That’s better now.” Then She’d carry on putting Her hand on my back and various places and then She’d sleep for a bit longer and then stop and say, “How do you feel now?” It just went on all night and in the morning I was allowed to have bananas and cardamom seeds. That was the absolute minute attention She’d give us.
It’s just incredible to think of Her doing that for us. Then She went to India for about six months and we used to meet together, a handful of us, to try to meditate, but we weren’t very good at all. Shri Mataji, before She went, had said, “You can come to India next year when I go. You can come with Me and meet all the Sahaja Yogis there.” So we started saving and when She came back we were in such a state She said, “Forget it. You’re not up to it.” But then She again started meeting us each week, generally on a Sunday or Saturday, and She again had us to Her house.