Some time ago in Kenya, Mutua, a good brother yogi, who at that time used to work for me, invited me to his village. Since I had a few days holiday, we took this opportunity to go and meet his family and friends. We were four yogis going to Kibwezi …
We were all sitting in a line. Somebody had a hand on Shri Mataji and we all had one hand on each other. The end person had their hand out of the window and we were just sitting there and it just went on hour after hour after hour. And …
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 …
