We were painting various bits of the house in Hurst Green in Sussex in about 1974. Now, one particular experience that I remember was that Shri Mataji went out with Sir, then Mr., Srivastava to go to a meeting, a reception of some sort. He was at that time the …
We went to Shri Mataji’s house in Oxted, but I can only remember patchy things because I was quite young at the time. One of them was that I used to love drawing maps. I drew this map which had some islands. There was an island for me and an …
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 …
I got my Realization when I was seven years old in ‘75. The first time I met Mother was quite a marked memory. My father, sometimes used to bring me up to London for the weekend as I lived with my grandparents until my father remarried. He first met Shri …
I am back home I remember entering in Shri Mataji’s house in Oxted in 1975. I was in jeans and waswearing an old US Army jacket full of holes. I kissed Her hand and gave Her flowers. Interestingly, I remember bowing and looking at the ground, so spontaneously. She commanded …
It was the 16th September 1975 that we first met Shri Mataji in that Judd Street flat and, similar to my brother, Pat A., it was a most momentous feeling. Even walking up the street to go to that flat, I had the strongest urge to run away I’ve ever …
I’d seen Shri Mataji’s photograph before I met Mother. I’d heard about these meetings and I came to the last meeting at Judd Street. One damp Sunday afternoon, it was raining, and I came with my sister, Maureen. It had a huge impact on me because I’d heard that there …
The area where I used to live was round by Euston, near Tolmers Square in London and that area was a sort of high energy area. There were a lot of squatters and things like that there. We had a little community club there and one day in 1973 this …
Shri Mataji used to give me little presents sometimes. My memory is fragmentary because it’s a long, long time ago. I remember in Gower Street. My father says the older Sahaja Yogis at the time were a collection of ex-hippies and I was younger and clearer. They had had a …
