Miracles
        Miracles: The cool breeze
        Incredible
        cool wind
        
I was
        never what is termed a seeker. My brother was always
        looking for something, and said he would tell us once he
        found it. One memorable day, I was seated in front of the
        television watching a football game, when my brother came
        home and said the most incredible thing had happened. He
        had just met an Indian lady called Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi
        and had received his Self Realization. He told me he had
        spent the day with Her and a group of people and he had
        felt an incredible cool wind coming from Her body, when he
        put his hands in Her direction.
        
        Chris K.
        
        
She is there
        
I love
        greeting Shri Mataji as She arrives in a city. I remember
        many times waiting for her to arrive at an airport, often
        for quite a long time, and all of a sudden, we’d feel
        the cool on our hands and we’d look at each other.
        
        “She’s here,” we’d say. Then almost
        immediately someone would come and say:
        
        “The plane has just landed.”
        
        Heidi Z.
        
        
        
Aroma of
        roses
        
My
        mother went to an introductory programme of Sahaja Yoga and
        received her Self Realization. This was in Italy, and Shri
        Mataji was not present. It was conducted by the local
        Italian followers of Sahaja Yoga. My mother came home with
        a photo she had been given of Shri Mataji. My mother showed
        me the photo and two extraordinary things happened.
        Firstly, for no apparent reason, I smelled a very strong
        and beautiful aroma of roses, and then I felt a cool breeze
        coming from the photograph. The following week I went along
        to the Sahaja Yoga programme too.
        
        Rama I.
        
        
Coolness is a
        positive sign whereas hot vibrations are not
        
I was
        at a public meeting in about 1978, in London. I had been
        coming to Sahaja Yoga for a few months and a Sahaja Yogi
        (someone who practices Sahaja Yoga) gave me healing
        treatment, particularly in the area of my head. All of a
        sudden, I began to feel a tremendous cool breeze flowing.
        In those days, if Shri Mataji was taking the meeting, She
        used to come by and talk to each one of us.
        
        “Are you feeling the cool breeze?” She asked.
        
        “Yes,” I replied.
        
        
        Then She told me to put one hand towards Her and one hand
        towards a long-haired person who was next to me. The hand
        towards Shri Mataji felt this fantastic cool breeze,
        whereas the one towards this guy felt tremendous heat. As I
        was doing that, this man, a complete stranger who I had
        never seen or spoken to before, turned around to me and for
        no apparent reason said something like he didn’t like
        me at all. It was the first time I had felt the difference
        between the cool and the heat.
        
        Bala K.
        
        
        Beyond cultural conditioning
        
This
        story shows that the experience of the cool breeze of the
        Spirit goes far beyond our cultural conditioning. Ali Akbar
        (not his real name) is from a Moslem background, a citizen
        of the European Community, a banker by profession and
        married with children. He later discovered that in the
        Koran is a verse which says ‘On the day of
        resurrection your hands will speak and bear witness.’
        It is probable that the day of resurrection referred to
        refers to the time when the ‘second birth’ of
        the Kundalini awakening, or Self Realization takes place.
        
        
        People who are Sahaja Yogis and come from a Moslem
        background have discovered that the Kaaba, the sacred stone
        which all Moslems are asked to visit at Mecca, also emits
        coolness. Perhaps this is why Mohammed asked Moslems to
        visit it and revere it, but at the same time made sure all
        the idols he found in Mecca when he lived there in the
        sixth century were destroyed.
        
        
        Shri Mataji arranged a weekend at her house at Hurst Green
        in Sussex, near Oxted, in 1976. There was a big drawing
        room downstairs with beautiful Indian rugs. There were
        large statues of Indian deities, and one of them was a
        beautiful wooden Shri Ganesha. One of the Sahaja Yogis who
        had been there before took me upstairs and showed it to me.
        
        “This statue has such vibrations,” he said.
        
        
        “Hang on,” I replied. Being from a Muslim
        background, I thought, ‘What is he talking
        about?’ Although I had received my Self Realization,
        and could feel the cool vibrations, because of my Islamic
        conditioning I was a bit sceptical that this statue would
        emit them. So I tried feeling the vibrations, while
        stepping back, and it did have vibrations.
        
        
        One of the things that struck me also in the house of
        Mother, was that it 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. You were in the middle
        of this and you felt you were in a different universe
        altogether.
        
        Ali A.
        
        
        Cool breeze in the synagogue
        
My
        parents were very, very religious Jews. The first weekend
        after I got my Self Realization, I went up to see them at
        our home in Sheffield, England. I was still working the
        whole thing out myself, but I gave my mother realization
        and she felt the vibrations as a cool breeze.
        
        
        She went to the synagogue the next Saturday, as she always
        did. At a certain point in the service the scrolls of the
        law would be taken out. They are kept in a beautifully
        decorated altar, which we call the ark, and this is a
        replica of the place where the Ten Commandments were kept
        after they were given by Moses on Mount Sinai. The scrolls
        are all parchment and beautifully written and decorated, by
        hand. In Judaism we have traditions which are in many ways
        parallel to those of Hinduism.
        
        
        As soon as they opened the ark, my mother said she
        couldn’t believe it. She felt a cool breeze pouring
        out of the ark. The rest of the people in the synagogue had
        no idea of this. As soon as the Sabbath was finished and
        she could use the phone, she phoned me and said:
        “Ray, the most extraordinary thing happened to me
        today. I went to the synagogue, and when they opened the
        ark, I felt the same cool breeze pouring out of it as I
        felt from Shri Mataji. Now I know that this is
        right.”
        
        
        Sadly she died in 1987, but before that, although she was
        always a firm follower of Judaism, she came to accept
        Christ and understood about Shri Mataji. Shri Mataji came
        to stay in our house and my father, a deeply learned and
        religious Jew, also had profound respect for and
        understanding of Shri Mataji.
        
        Ray H.
        
        
        
Where She was
        born…
In Nagpur, India I met Shri
        Mataji's brother, the late Baba Mama. He asked me if I
        would like to visit the house at Chindwara where Shri
        Mataji was born, which was now used as a hospital. Two days
        later, my family and I went there. Baba Mama had given us a
        letter, which, he said, would allow us to visit each room
        of the house. 
“I'm
        not telling you in which room She was born. You'd better
        find out for yourselves using vibrations,” He said.
        When we gave the letter to the hospital director, he asked
        one of the doctors to show us around the hospital. We were
        all very eager to find the right room. So round we went,
        our hands stretched forward with palms turned upwards,
        ready to register every slightest cool breeze or vibration
        on our hands. We felt coolness and peace all over the
        hospital, and in one laboratory both my brother-in-law and
        I could feel a more vibrations. Standing in this small
        room, which measured about two metres by five, and holding
        my hands like a radar scanner, I directed them to each part
        of the room. I never doubted that we would find the spot,
        but as we found it, we became excited like children.
        
        “You felt it too?” I said.
        
        
        “Yes, it's there in this corner,” said my
        brother-in-law. We went round the whole corner, from the
        left side to the right side, then raising our hands from
        the bottom to a height of about two metres to check how
        high this breeze was reaching. After a little while of
        enjoying ourselves like this, we again remembered our
        guide, the doctor, who was standing there patiently. We
        asked him whether he had any idea what we were doing there
        and why we were holding out our hands like this.
        
        
        “No,” he said, “but two years ago, a
        doctor from Saudi Arabia was here in the same room and
        doing just the same thing.” He had found the same
        corner as us.
        
        We were later told that this was indeed the right place.
        
        Oskar K.