Dear Divine Ma,
What do You want me to learn today?
What is it that’s happening as my head snaps quickly left and right, or when my head lies way back onto the top of my chair, and my shoulders push back against the chair so firmly that it pushes my buttock so far forward that my body feels like it’s approaching a straight plank from top of the head across the abdominals all the way down the legs to the floor? Today as I looked straight up into the darkness above my head from that position, I saw the spiritual eye without the white star in the middle, and felt like I was looking through it, though couldn’t yet discern anything beyond other than what seemed like the ceiling of an unfinished attic. Powerful.