Message #34839

[guest88]

This has inspired me to look back at other connections. The OBE while visiting Amma the hugging saint was just outside my hotel where I was in a field and next to a cube where a scene had been, 'contained' and played out before me. I understood that maybe someone died out there, it looked like I was watching someone being shot.

Well I looked back and realized I had another dream with Amma the hugging saint and we are again witnessing or assisting someone that has passed away. It's interesting to me that different masters, all providing in essence the same service, relay different experiences. To be clear it would seem that by being around Amma I witness her helping not just those who in body here but maybe those who have passed away.

Steve, if you're interested here is that specific log entry. Recorded Feb. 4th 2021,
Last night I was visited by Amma the hugging saint. I was entranced by her presence. She was in white robes and standing in mud. I was invited to follow her, "around the corner" in my dreams. We were somewhere where, maybe, someone passed away. She was doing her own thing with a small group of followers. There was a pool of mud waist deep that she submerged herself in and I followed. Our group was dancing in a circle chanting "Ma Srita Ma Srita Ma Srita" in the mud circle. We were happy- not somber. The other people mourning or paying homage didn't notice us. Amma noticed me, noticing her, and she took delight in my participation.

When I woke up around 2:30AM I logged this and looked up the sanskrit word for Srita and understand it might mean to take shelter in. This is another instance where my intuition is giving me words that actually mean something. I tried to project using wake back to sleep method, but instead of trying anything I just decided to meditate. I had a chant from Amma playing on my phone and the amount of chills rushing through me were orgasmic. Once the song ended, there were brief moments of concentration that made me feel like my consciousness was transported elsewhere- they were so brief. It looked like I saw the silhouette of a person in my minds eye but they were dead smack in front of me. I couldn't see anything- it was a shadow with colors behind it. But they felt in my face. My intention was to connect to "Mother."

Well anyways. I decided to go back to sleep because.. Got to get rest for work. In my dream, upon falling back asleep, I said aloud that I am inviting the nameless one. I told my self to write this down on paper... "To the nameless one. This is my invitation to you." I remember writing to please come, I love you and all other sorts of pleading scribbled about for the, "Nameless One"