Listening to my heart

It has been three weeks since I came back from an amazing Yoga training in Florida and each weekend has been full of unexpected surprises. On the flight back I saw an ad for a Cd release party of the chanting husband and wife team, Govindas and Rada, happening at their studio in Santa Monica. I had heard of them a couple of years ago in passing from someone at the Yoga school, but forgot until I saw the ad. So I called a friend who lives in Venice and sure enough she wanted to go. They were beautiful and their studio was so inspiring. I never know so much love could exist in L.A. It was a magical night of song, dancing and beautiful singing and a good friend.
The following week my friend Ann Marie, also from the Yoga school surprised me with a visit to California to take me to another chanter, Bhagavan Das. We had an amazing experience which I blogged about in Mystical Menagerie.
Then this week I randomly went to a mediation my friend Jennifer was teaching and she said she was going to see the living saint Amma in L.A. on Friday and would I want to go. Sure enough, Ann Marie and I had seen her poster the week before in San Diego and I had pondered if that would be the third weekend of chanting for me since all things happen in threes.
Jennifer and I met up almost two hours later than we were supposed to because of a turn of events. My friends were already there at the hotel where Amma was and let me know that it was full and everyone just showing up were going into an overflow room and would not get to see her live until much later. Somehow Jennifer had no traffic on the 405 and flew there in what seemed like a time warp. Five p.m. and no traffic on the highway, weird. We arrived at the hotel and my friend told me what room they were in but that we probably could not get in. We tried anyway and sure enough, they let us in with our friends. We got into the main room with Amma and even were sat a section in front of our friends. It was an amazing and fully realized evening. Two days later and I am still buzzing thinking about it. I got three hugs from Amma, which is amazing in its self too. She hugs you and it feels like you are being wrapped up in the arms of the universe. She radiates love from her pores and seems to glow blue. To cap it all off, as I was leaving, in walked Govindas and Rada. I approached them to say hi and compliment them on their Cd, especially track nine that does something magic to me every time I hear it. I talked to Rada for awhile while Govindas was talking to other people. I had only met him for the first time, the three weeks before at his studio, and only for about five minutes. He shook my hand and said hi Troy. I could not believe he would remember my name. All I can do is surrender to Prana and follow its divine light.
I am practicing the teaching that I have tried to absorb of leaving it all up to the universe and it will guide me to where I need to be.   It is important to be open to these possibilities as the mind will want to interpret or desire will want to cling to ideas. Being open to me means standing in witness to these events without attachment to or choosing for and against. My teacher's teacher is said to have worshiped Prana.   He didn't practice it. He worshiped it. For me the promptings of Prana lead me on these fantastic journeys. As soon as I begin to make choices or take actions against the promptings I feel a shift away from the path. The difference for me is between following a well worn path a light is guiding me down that is smooth and has many wonders, or me going into the bushes by choice and hacking my way out a new path I insist on creating. I choose the less struggle of following the light. The challenge for me is the path is so subtle and the light is flickering. I guess that is why I have this heart, if I listen closely inside my heart is attuned to the flickering light and will tell me if I m on the path or pushing my way through the thicket.