Hymns to the Divine Mother


The Goddess Shakti or Divine Mother
The eternal, ageless Divine Mother, the
form of Sri Daksinamurti, the Cosmic Guru,
the Treasure-House and End of Sacred
Knowledge. The End of Sacred Knowledge
is the finality and irrevocable conclusion of
enlightenment obtained directly from the
Primordial Mother that sweeps away
centuries-old religious myths, rituals,
dogmatism, misinterpretations, corruption
and superstitions. The End of Sacred
Knowledge is the literal illumination by the
Divine Mother of the deepest and sacred
core of all Holy Scriptures that dispels
doubts and darkness, and sets the
devotee on the path of Self-realization.
The End of Sacred Knowledge is the
revelation by the Divine Feminine that She
exists in all Holy Scriptures—Vedas,
Puranas, Upanishads (Devi/Adi Shakti),
Torah (Ruach Elohim), Bible (Holy Spirit/
Comforter), Quran (Ruh), Guru Granth
Sahib (Aykaa Mayee)—and is the Power
that manifests their eschatological end.
The End of Sacred Knowledge is, above all,
the most sacred revelation by the Devi that
She is your very Self, and that is why if you
have to take even a single step in any
direction to seek the Divine you are going
the wrong way.


"O Adorable Mother! Thou hast generated this great illusion by which all people walk deluded in this world. All sciences have come from Thee. Without Thy grace, no one can get success in spiritual Sadhana and salvation in the end. Thou art the seed for this world. Thou hast two aspects, viz., the unmanifested aspect or Avyaktam and the manifested aspect or the gross universe. The whole world gets dissolved in Avyaktam during Pralaya. Give me the divine eye. Let me behold Thy real majestic form. Help me to cross over this illusion, O Kind Mother!

O Compassionate Mother! I bow to Thee. Thou art my saviour. Thou art my goal. Thou art my sole support. Thou art my guide and the remover of all afflictions, troubles and miseries. Thou art the embodiment of auspiciousness. Thou pervadest the whole universe. The whole universe is filled with Thee. Thou art the store-house of all qualities. Do Thou protect me. I again and again salute Thee. O Glorious Mother! Salutations to Thee. All women are Thy parts. Mind, egoism, intellect, body, Prana, senses, are Thy forms. Thou art Para Shakti and Apara Prakriti. Thou art electricity, magnetism, force, energy, power and will. All forms are Thy forms only. Reveal to me the mystery of creation. Bestow on me the divine knowledge... O Mother Supreme! When shall I have equal vision and placid state of mind? When shall I be established in Ahimsa, Satyam and Brahmacharya? When shall I have Thy cosmic vision? When shall I get deep abiding peace and perennial joy? When shall I enter into deep meditation and Samadhi?”- Sri Swami Chidananda


Swami Vivekananda
Swami Vivekananda

A HYMN TO THE DIVINE MOTHER
Swami Vivekananda (rendered from Bengali)

O Thou most beautiful! Whose holy hands
Hold pleasure and hold pain! Doer of good!
Who art Thou? The water of existence
By Thee is whirled and tossed in mighty waves.
Is it, O Mother, to restore again
This universe's broken harmony
That Thou, without cessation, art at work?

Oh! May The Mother of the universe—
In whose activity no respite rests,
Incessantly distributing the fruits
Of action done, guiding unceasingly
All action yet to come—bestow Her boon
Of blessing on me, Her child, for evermore.
I realise, I know, that it is Thou
Who holdest in Thy hands dread Karma's rope.

Is it inherent nature? Something uncreated?
Or Destiny? Some unforeseen result?—
Who lacking nothing, is accountable,
Whose chain of will, untrammelled, grasps the laws,
May She, the Primal Guide, my shelter be!

Manifestations of Her glory show
In power of immeasurable might,
Throughout the universe, powers that swell
The sea of birth and death, forces that change
And break up the Unchanged and changed again.
Lo! Where shall we seek refuge, save in Her?

To friend and foe Thy lotus-eyes are even;
Ever Thine animating touch brings fruit
To fortunate and unfortunate alike;
The shade of death and immortality—
Both these, O mother, are Thy grace Supreme!
Mother Supreme! Oh, may Thy gracious face
Never be turned away from me, Thy child!

What Thou art, The Mother! the All. How praise?
My understanding is so little worth.
'Twere like desire to seize with hands of mine
The sole Supporter of the universe!
So, at Thy blessed feet—contemplated
By the Goddess of Fortune Herself—the abode
Of fearlessness, worshipped by service true—
There, at those blessed feet, I take refuge!

She who, since birth, has ever led me on
Through paths of trouble to perfection's goal,
Mother-wise, in Her own sweet playful ways,
She, who has always through my life inspired
My understanding, She, my Mother, She,
The All, is my resort, whether my work
O'erdow with full fruition or with none.

A Hymn to the Divine Mother
Swami Vivekananda




725) Sri Daksinamurti-rupini
— The Form of Sri Daksinamurti, The Cosmic Guru.
— The Treasure-House of All Knowledge.

(603) Sri Gurumurtih
— Of the Form of Guru.
— Leads devotee to Highest state of Liberation.

(713) Sri Guru-mandala-rupini
— The Unbroken Line of Divine Messengers.
— The Succession of Gurus that is She Herself.

Sri Lalita Sahasranama


I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
I bow to Her by whose grace the whole world
Is found to exist entirely in the mind, like a city's image mirrored in a glass,
Though, like a dream, through maya's power it appears outside;
And by whose grace, again, on the Dawn of Knowledge,
It is perceived as the everlasting and non-dual Self.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
I bow to Her who, by the sheer power of Her will,
Projects outside, like a magician or a mighty yogi, this infinite universe,
Which, in the beginning, rests without name and form, like the sprout in a seed,
And after creation, by the power of time and space imagined through maya,
Appears to be many, possessed of manifold shapes and hues.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
To Her whose outward manifestations, though based on Real,
Appear as illusionary, ever changing objects;
Who grants to those who take refuge in Her through the Vedic"Tattvamasi"
The boon of immediate knowledge of Brahman,
To which attaining, a man returns no more to the realm of birth and death.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
To Her whose knowledge, issuing forth through the organs of the sense
Like the glow of a powerful lamp placed in a pot with many holes,
Vibrates outside in the shape of the thought"I know";
Whose Light it is that illumines the whole of the universe.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
To Her who dispels the mighty illusion evoked by Maya's play,
Impelled by which, unseeing, childish, and misguided men
Continually speak, in error, of body, prana, senses and even of the fickle mind, as"I,"
Though in reality these are all mere emptiness.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
I bow to Her who, as a man,
In deep and dreamless sleep exists as Ultimate Truth itself,
When outer awareness is obscured, like the sun or moon in Rahu's grasp,
And the organs of sense are all withdrawn;
And who on awakening, tells himself," It was I who slept,"
And sees again the objects he saw before.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
I bow to Her who, in Her loving-kindness,
Reveals to Her worshipers the eternal Atman,
Which — through the changes of waking, dreaming, and dreamless sleep,
Through childhood, youth, maturity, and old age —
Persists as the inexhaustible flow of consciousness,
Revealing Itself in the heart as the ever present sense of"I.”

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru seated before me,
Who, as a mortal under the sway of maya, and whether awake or dreaming,
Perceives that the world is composed of multiple entities,
Joined in relation to one another
As cause and effect, owner and owned, teacher and pupil, sire and son.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
Beyond whom, for a wise and discerning man, no being exists superior;
Who has manifested Herself is an eightfold form
As the tangible and insentient earth, water, fire, air, and ether,
As the sun, the lord of the day, the moon, of soothing light, and as living man.

This hymn to Sri Dakshinamurti clearly reveals the Ultimate Truth
As the Soul of everything that has life;
Therefore by hearing it and by pondering on it, by contemplating it and by reciting it
A man attains unrivalled lordship, acquiring the glory of being the Inmost Self of all,
And effortlessly receives, without interruption, the eight unique powers of Godhead.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti in the form of my guru:
Seated upon the earth by yonder the banyan tree;
I bow to Her who bestows on the sages direct knowledge of the Ultimate Truth;
I bow to the Teacher of the three worlds,
The Lord who dispels the misery of birth and death.

Behold, under the banyan are seated the aged disciples about their youthful teacher.
It is strange indeed: the teacher instructs them only through silence,
Which, in itself, is sufficient to scatter all his disciples' doubts.

I bow to Her who is the inner meaning of the scared syllable Om,
To Her whose nature is Pure Awareness;
I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti, stainless and serene beyond measure.

I bow to Sri Dakshinamurti, the Mine of Eternal Wisdom,
The Healer of those who suffer from the malady of birth and death,
Who is regarded by all as their own teacher.

I praise Sri Dakshinamurti, my youthful teacher,
Who, through silent instruction, reveals the Truth of the Parabraham,
Who is surrounded by aged disciples, mighty sages devoted to Brahman.
I praise the Supreme teacher, the Essence of Bliss, who revels in Her own Self,
The Silent One, whose hand is uplifted in the benediction of knowledge.

Shri Sankaracharya




ODE TO THE GREAT MOTHER

I've had three teachers
My Indian Guru
Life and the Great Mother
The first transmitted me the Light
Through life I was painfully confronted with myself
While the Great Mother took everything I gained

How wonderful were those ten years of bliss
Roaming around like a child
Innocent, carefree and foolish
The world being paradise once again
Wandering around though never leaving Home
Everything continuously smiling at me

How painful therefore being pulled back
In what was forgotten for a long time
That other part of me: the common self
Unaware of the work still to be done
I tried to survive in the world
Suffering setback after setback

As I saw only"Winners"All over the place
Everything was constantly taken from me
First my family, then my home, land and work
Once again my children, then success and a future
My ability to function, my credibility, my money
And finally my health and some friends

Never ending confrontations with myself
With everything rejected, denied and suppressed
Drove me crazy, brought me to utter despair
My Self-identity once so gloriously present
Broken to pieces, covered with a layer of mud
Not knowing where life would lead me

How lucky I eventually was
After I thought it was all behind me that
Life confronted me with the greatest crisis ever
Which put me with my back against the wall
In utter helplessness
I surrendered to the Unknown

Without samsara no purification
No liberation from identification either
On the Path suffering appears to be crucial
Peeling off the layers hiding the pearl
Bringing you to the Ultimate Reality
Emptiness Itself

While you are striving for Enlightenment
I have come from It
Identification with the goal prevents you from enjoying
As you climb the mountain with much effort
I met you walking down the road
In your ambition you didn't even see Me

There is Nothing to achieve
Only relaxing in What You Are Already
To open yourself like a flower in the morning sun
Trusting the wondrous"laws of the Universe"
Getting in touch with the Space in and around you
Restoring the Wholeness of Life

Beyond Enlightenment and Death
The Real Treasure resides
It is the Womb, the Abyss of the universe
How compassionate She was to me
Breaking me down until Nothing was left
Hence I called Her the Great Mother

At the end of suffering the Origin appears
It is the meaning of all destruction and loss
Rather than trying to"save all beings"
You should let it happen
In order to discover what is Behind
To die and being reborn is where IT is all about

Your burn out is a rebirth
This is the meaning of a culture that is dying
Emptiness doesn't tolerate too much accumulation
Both inner and outer things will be broken down
It is the goodness of The Mother to take
All ignorance, self-centeredness and ugliness back

How dear are all those to me who suffer
They are Mother's chosen ones
How pitiful on the other hand the many who are
Trying to escape missing the wondrous gifts of samsara
On the other hand surrender to The Mother
In Her Vacuum the Light is born

If you think you have achieved you missed
Her NonReality is beyond all realization
Praise the miraculous Womb of the universe
And your rebirth will be ever lasting
And me? Being Nothing I am determined by everything
She set me free in order to become a prisoner

How poor my compassion when it really matters
Mainly concerned with preconditions
I constantly fail to respond when it is needed
Deep regret about so much lost chances
I return to The Mother who takes the sadness from me
Reminding me of my place in Her plan

The key paradox is this
Only by giving yourself up you will be saved
It is The Mother's invitation
Her compassion wants to bring you back Home
She has been waiting for you for so many kalpas
So don't disappoint Her

May all those who have heard the call
Whose passion is to restore the Wholeness of Life
Messengers from the ten directions
Come together practicing Unity in diversity
In this most desperate of times
Leading mankind to its Original Heritage

2003 Han Marie Stiekema




A HYMN TO THE DIVINE MOTHER

O Thou most beautiful! Whose holy hands
Hold pleasure and hold pain! Doer of good!
Who art Thou? The water of existence
By Thee is whirled and tossed in mighty waves.
Is it, O Mother, to restore again
This universe's broken harmony
That Thou, without cessation, art at work?

Oh! May The Mother of the universe —
In whose activity no respite rests,
Incessantly distributing the fruits
Of action done, guiding unceasingly
All action yet to come — bestow Her boon
Of blessing on me, Her child, for evermore.
I realise, I know, that it is Thou
Who holdest in Thy hands dread Karma's rope.

Is it inherent nature? Something uncreate?
Or Destiny? Some unforeseen result? —
Who lacking nothing, is accountable,
Whose chain of will, untrammelled, grasps the laws,
May She, the Primal Guide, my shelter be!

Manifestations of Her glory show
In power of immeasurable might,
Throughout the universe, powers that swell
The sea of birth and death, forces that change
And break up the Unchanged and changed again.
Lo! Where shall we seek refuge, save in Her?

To friend and foe Thy lotus-eyes are even;
Ever Thine animating touch brings fruit
To fortunate and unfortunate alike;
The shade of death and immortality —
Both these, O mother, are Thy grace Supreme!
Mother Supreme! Oh, may Thy gracious face
Never be turned away from me, Thy child!

What Thou art, The Mother! the All. How praise?
My understanding is so little worth.
'Twere like desire to seize with hands of mine
The sole Supporter of the universe!
So, at Thy blessed feet — contemplated
By the Goddess of Fortune Herself — the abode
Of fearlessness, worshipped by service true —
There, at those blessed feet, I take refuge!

She who, since birth, has ever led me on
Through paths of trouble to perfection's goal,
Mother-wise, in Her own sweet playful ways,
She, who has always through my life inspired
My understanding, She, my Mother, She,
The All, is my resort, whether my work
O'erdow with full fruition or with none.

http://www.ramakrishnavivekananda.info/




Hymn To The Divine Mother
Swami Nikhilananda

I

I know, alas! No hymn, no mantra, neither prayer nor meditation;
Not even how to give Thee praise, the proper ritual of the ownership,
The placement of the hands, I know not, nor how to make Thee supplication.
But Mother, this at least I know:
Whoever comes to Thee for shelter reaches the end of his woe.

II

Ignorant of the commands of the scripture, utterly devoid of wealth, shiftless, indolent, am I,
Unable to do as I ought to do.
Numerous, therefore, are the offenses, I have committed at Thy feet.
Mother! Saviour of all mankind! Auspicious One! Forgive my sins.
A wicked son is sometimes born,
But an unkind mother there cannot be.

III

Here in world of Thine, O Mother! Many are Thy guileless children;
But restless am I among them all, and so it is nothing very strange
That I should turn myself from Thee.
Yet sure it were impossible that Thou shouldst ever turn from me:
A wicked son is sometimes born,
But an unkind mother there cannot be.

IV

Mother of the world! Thou, my own Mother!
Never have I served Thee, never yet offered Thee gold or precious gems;
And still Thy love is beyond compare.
A wicked son is sometimes born,
But an unkind mother there cannot be.

V

Bewildered by the rules of conduct, by the injunctions of the scriptures,
I have abandoned, one by one, the shining gods;
And now my life has passed beyond the meridian.
Mother, shouldest Thou withhold Thy mercy,
Where, then shall I fly for shelter, weak and helpless as I am?

VI

If one who feeds on the flesh of dogs can learn to speak with honeyed words,
A beggar gain uncounted wealth and so live long and fearlessly,
Simply hearing Thy magic name -
Who can describe what must befall one who repeats it night and day?

VII

Only by taking Thee for Spouse did Siva become the unrivalled Lord —
He who is naked and uncouth,
Besmeared with ash from the funeral pyre; Whose hair is matted on His head,
About whose neck are venomous snakes — The Lord of every living thing.

VIII

I do not ask of Thee, O Mother! Riches, good fortune, or salvation;
I seek no happiness, no knowledge.
This is my only prayer to Thee: That, as the breath of life forsakes me,
Still I may chant Thy holy name.

IX

Mother, I have not worshipped Thee
With proper rituals and the prescribed ingredients of sacrifice.
Many indeed are my sinful deeds!
Day and night I have spent myself in idle talk, forgetting Thee.
O Divine Mother! If Thou canst show
The slightest mercy to one so frail, it will befit Thy majesty.

X

Durga! Goddess of Mercy's Ocean!
Stricken with grief, to Thee I pray:
Do not believe me insincere;
A child who is seized with thirst or hunger
Thinks of his mother constantly.

XI

Mother of all the universe!
If Thou shouldst show Thy fullest mercy,
Would even that be a cause for wonder?
A mother cannot refuse her son,
Though he have done a million wrongs.

XII

Nowhere exists, in all the world, another sinner to equal me,
Nowhere, a Power like Thyself for overcoming sinfulness:
O Goddess! Keeping this in mind,
Do Thou as it pleases Thee.

Swami Nikhilananda, Self-Knowledge [Atmabodha],
Ramakrishna-Vivekananda Center, 1989, p. 193-94.




Prayer to The Divine Mother
By Sri Swami Chidananda

Salutations to the Divine Mother who exists in all beings in the form of intelligence, mercy and beauty, Salutations, O Sweet Mother, the consort of Lord Siva. O Mother Parvati! Thou art Lakshmi, Thou art Saraswati. Thou art Kaali, Durga and Kundalini Shakti. Thou art in the form of all objects. Thou art the sole refuge of all. Thou hast enchanted the whole world. The whole universe is the play of Thy three Gunas. How can I praise Thee? Thy glory is indescribable. Thy splendour is ineffable. Protect me. Guide me, O Loving Mother!

O Adorable Mother! Thou hast generated this great illusion by which all people walk deluded in this world. All sciences have come from Thee. Without Thy grace, no one can get success in spiritual Sadhana and salvation in the end. Thou art the seed for this world. Thou hast two aspects, viz., the unmanifested aspect or Avyaktam and the manifested aspect or the gross universe. The whole world gets dissolved in Avyaktam during Pralaya. Give me the divine eye. Let me behold Thy real majestic form. Help me to cross over this illusion, O Kind Mother!

O Compassionate Mother! I bow to Thee. Thou art my saviour. Thou art my goal. Thou art my sole support. Thou art my guide and the remover of all afflictions, troubles and miseries. Thou art the embodiment of auspiciousness. Thou pervadest the whole universe. The whole universe is filled with Thee. Thou art the store-house of all qualities. Do Thou protect me. I again and again salute Thee. O Glorious Mother! Salutations to Thee. All women are Thy parts. Mind, egoism, intellect, body, Prana, senses, are Thy forms. Thou art Para Shakti and Apara Prakriti. Thou art electricity, magnetism, force, energy, power and will. All forms are Thy forms only. Reveal to me the mystery of creation. Bestow on me the divine knowledge.

O Loving Mother! Thou art the primal energy. Thou hast two aspects, namely, the terrible and peaceful. Thou art modesty, gentleness, shyness, generosity, courage, forbearance and patience. Thou art faith in the heart of devotees and generosity in noble people, chivalry in warriors and ferocity in tigers. Give me strength to control the mind and the Indriyas. Make me worthy to dwell in Thee. Salutations unto Thee.

O Mother Supreme! When shall I have equal vision and placid state of mind? When shall I be established in Ahimsa, Satyam and Brahmacharya? When shall I have Thy cosmic vision? When shall I get deep abiding peace and perennial joy? When shall I enter into deep meditation and Samadhi?

O Radiant Mother! I have not done any spiritual Sadhana or service of teachers. I have not practised any Vrata, pilgrimage, charity, Japa and meditation or worship. I have not studied religious scriptures. I have neither discrimination nor dispassion. I have neither purity nor burning desire for liberation. Thou art my sole refuge. Thou art my only support. My silent adorations unto Thee. I am Thy meek suppliant. Remove the veil of ignorance.

O Gracious Mother! Prostrations unto Thee. Where art Thou? Do not forsake me. I am Thy child. Take me to the other shore of fearlessness and joy. When shall I behold Thy lotus feet with my own eyes? Thou art the boundless ocean of mercy. When philosopher's stone turns iron into gold by contact, when the Ganges turns impure water into pure water, can'st Thou not turn me, O Divine Mother, into a pure soul? May my tongue repeat Thy Name always!

Prayer to The Divine Mother
By Sri Swami Chidananda




The fulfillment of eschatological instruction promised by Jesus
“The original meaning of the word ‘apocalypse’, derived from the Greek apokalypsis, is in fact not the cataclysmic end of the world, but an ‘unveiling’, or ‘revelation’, a means whereby one gains insight into the present.” (Kovacs, 2013, 2)
An apocalypse (Greek: apokalypsis meaning “an uncovering”) is in religious contexts knowledge or revelation, a disclosure of something hidden, “a vision of heavenly secrets that can make sense of earthly realities.” (Ehrman 2014, 59)
“An apocalypse (Ancient Greek: apokalypsis ... literally meaning "an uncovering") is a disclosure or revelation of great knowledge. In religious and occult concepts, an apocalypse usually discloses something very important that was hidden or provides what Bart Ehrman has termed, "A vision of heavenly secrets that can make sense of earthly realities". Historically, the term has a heavy religious connotation as commonly seen in the prophetic revelations of eschatology obtained through dreams or spiritual visions.” Wikipedia 2021-01-09

Shri Mataji
Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi (1923-2011) was Christian by birth, Hindu by marriage, and Paraclete by duty.
Total number of recorded talks 3058: Public Programs 1178, Pujas 651, and other (private conversations) 1249

“The Paraclete will come (15:26; 16:7, 8, 13) as Jesus has come into the world (5:43; 16:28; 18:37)... The Paraclete will take the things of Christ (the things that are mine, ek tou emou) and declare them (16:14-15). Bishop Fison describes the humility of the Spirit, 'The true Holy Spirit of God does not advertise Herself: She effaces Herself and advertises Jesus.' ...
It is by the outgoing activity of the Spirit that the divine life communicates itself in and to the creation. The Spirit is God-in-relations. The Paraclete is the divine self-expression which will be and abide with you, and be in you (14:16-17). The Spirit's work is described in terms of utterance: teach you, didasko (14:26), remind you, hypomimnesko (14:26), testify, martyro (15:26), prove wrong, elencho (16:8), guide into truth, hodego (16:13), speak, laleo (16:13, twice), declare, anangello (16:13, 14, 15). The johannine terms describe verbal actions which intend a response in others who will receive (lambano), see (theoreo), or know (ginosko) the Spirit. Such speech-terms link the Spirit with the divine Word. The Spirit's initiatives imply God's personal engagement with humanity. The Spirit comes to be with others; the teaching Spirit implies a community of learners; forgetful persons need a prompter to remind them; one testifies expecting heed to be paid; one speaks and declares in order to be heard. The articulate Spirit is the correlative of the listening, Spirit-informed community.
The final Paraclete passage closes with a threefold repetition of the verb she will declare (anangello), 16:13-15. The Spirit will declare the things that are to come (v.13), and she will declare what is Christ's (vv. 14, 15). The things of Christ are a message that must be heralded...
The intention of the Spirit of truth is the restoration of an alienated, deceived humanity... The teaching role of the Paraclete tends to be remembered as a major emphasis of the Farewell Discourses, yet only 14:26 says She will teach you all things. (Teaching is, however, implied when 16:13-15 says that the Spirit will guide you into all truth, and will speak and declare.) Franz Mussner remarks that the word used in 14:26, didaskein, "means literally 'teach, instruct,' but in John it nearly always means to reveal.” (Stevick 2011, 292-7)
The Holy Spirit as feminine: Early Christian testimonies and their interpretation,
Johannes van Oort, Radboud University, Nijmegen, The Netherlands
Department of Church History and Church Polity, Faculty of Theology, University of Pretoria, South Africa


Disclaimer: Our material may be copied, printed and distributed by referring to this site. This site also contains copyrighted material the use of which has not always been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material available to our readers under the education and research provisions of "fair use" in an effort to advance freedom of inquiry for a better understanding of religious, spiritual and inter-faith issues. The material on this site is distributed without profit. If you wish to use copyrighted material for purposes other than “fair use” you must request permission from the copyright owner.






search



Home
Introduction
New Age Children
Miracle Photo
Meeting His Messengers
Prophecies
Age Of Aquarius
Nostradamus
Mayan End Age 12-21-2012
Our Conscious Earth
Adi Shakti's Descent
Witnessing Holy Spirit's Miracles
Jesus' Resurrection
Book Of Revelation
Gospel of Thomas
His Human Adversary
Kitab Al Munir
Al-Qiyamah (The Resurrection)
His Light Within
His Universe Within
His Beings Within
Subtle System
Lectures To Earth
Shri Mataji
Self-Realization
Drumbeat Of Death
Table Of Contents
HALF THE SKY Forum
Contact Us
Declaration of the Paraclete
The Paraclete opens the Kingdom of God
Cool Breeze of the Resurrection - BBC 1985
The Supreme Source Of Love 1985
The Great Mother
The Vision Part One
The Vision Part Two
The Vision Part Three
The Vision Part Four