Mother of Light, Ltd. is proud to present Lightning Series….

” What if you could capture the grace and power of Mantra…in a bottle?”

Yes, folks, we are literally days away from having Lightning Series available on-line – this is a vibrational essence that will be immensely beneficial and catalytic to all those pursuing spiritual practice of any tradition – and to humanity at large, desiring a tincture carrying the concentrated vibrational signature of the Name of God.
In future blogs, I will have a lot to express about vibrational essences – flowers, and those of other sources.  For you who have read The Bardo, (volume I of Mother of Light: The Book of Fire) you already know that my relationship to external tools for sadhana (light-work, spiritual practice) has always been sort of precise and selective; anything outside of oneself, no matter how perfect or beautiful, is a sword that cuts both ways.  The risk of attaching to that catalyst, and/or projecting the inner power onto it, is ever-present – it is the nature of consciousness, in untrained human form, to externalize. By the same token, though, when a tool is required from the manifest outside reality, nothing will proceed unless it is forthcoming.
So for myself, I took care never to be random – the world is crowded with millions of ‘toys’ and techniques, only a few of which are really yours, at a given point in time.  All others will increase the field of static.
This brings me to vibrational essences – they were on my radar for an interval, in the ’80’s, but soon fell away, vanishing into the background.  But when they resurfaced, they returned in a way that was forceful and clearly directed – and my entire consciousness was exploded in catalytic impact, with a horizon lit up that was limitless.
In a matter of moments, the Lightning Series came spontaneously into being, of its own accord; from the specific, focussed vibrations of select blossoms, or stones, or environments, one naturally reaches for the single vibrational core that creates all these, and is inherent in all that is manifest.  This is the MahaShakti, the living power emitting from the Names of God.  Lightning Series I is the tincture deriving from the Thousand Names of the Divine Mother (Lalita Sahasranama), captured and concentrated with immense intensity through a massive Herkemer Diamond crystal, and a huge ParaAmethyst.  Lightning Series II carries the infusion of Om Namah Shivaya, the Name of Shiva, rendered into a tincture through these crystals, as well.  Further, this liquid lightning ,with crystals, has been radiated for many hours in direct sun – and, for good measure, spent nights on the surface of the large Reiki Master Symbol Generator (2’by 2′) possessed only by those holding 3rd master degree in Reiki.
These essences will be available in mother-tincture for internal imbibing, and in pendant, for wearing.

later, out there
Junipur, over and out

Vision with Meera

Meera allows several darshans within a two-week period, for those coming from abroad; I scheduled an optimum interval, bracketed by two weekend darshan periods, about 9 days. Through the guidance of Her small organization, reservations were made at an amenable little hotel, a few miles from the village of Thalheim, where Her house was. Every detail had to be attended to. I was going to be incapacitated there, so the debility had to be planned for. I wouldn’t be renting a car. There would be no movement or traveling whatsoever, save for the four darshans I hoped to attend, so it was important that the hotel have the shuttle service to, and from, Meera’s home.

This being done, the laborious trip had to be scheduled in minute detail. Traveling in another country in a healthy, strong body, or with friends, is wonderful; you can afford to be spontaneous. It’s very different being crippled, and alone. I could leave nothing to chance. And it was a terrifying prospect. After the 12 hour flight, leaving from Washington at about 10 pm, I would have to negotiate the enormous airport in Frankfurt, Germany, to find the train to the village of Linburg – a two, or three hour ride away. From there, I would call the hotel at Thalheim, and be picked up. Every ticket had to be exactly in place, going and coming, because if anything went wrong, I could easily disappear.

Everything was finally in readiness, the day was rapidly approaching. I think it was fall of 1995… and I was getting the shakes. I could not believe it really had to be done, that there was no way to avoid going into this nightmare. When I had made the last-ditch run to India, I was so much younger, in every way, and stronger, relatively speaking. I was going to visit the ashram of the master, with whom I had an established relationship for many years; I had the all-important friend to watch over me, in a foreign world. There was no similarity to what I was now facing. It didn’t help, whatsoever, that I was going to risk the little left of my life, for – what could be argued – was only a photograph, on the cover of a tiny book. There were no years of experience, and trust, built. Was any of this real? You cannot imagine. So in Her wisdom, Meera sent the first of the darshan visitations, near to the departure date, without which I was sure to have folded, before ever leaving for the Dulles airport:

This exquisite astral vision opens with me, sitting in my little brown Toyota, on a grassy hill.  Out of heaven, falls a gigantic clock (!?) onto the roof of the car, smashing it to bits. (You may recall, the car is the archetypal symbol for the ego, in the dream language.)  I was frantically trying to stick it back together, when I saw, down the slope, a large tent, with many people going in.  I knew it was the tent of the Divine Mother, so I forgot about the car, and wandered down the hill.  Going inside, and into the atmosphere, laden with Shakti, I saw the radiant Meera, sitting in the midst of the throng.  People were in line, receiving Her darshan.  When my turn came, She looked at me, and said simply,  “So you came.”  Such a loaded little phrase.  She grasped my hand, and a current of Shakti blew through me, like a wind – my body was actually lifted up, horizontal with the ground, my feet blowing out behind me.  I went completely numb from the fire.  The vision closes there.

The Bardo

“The Divine Mother appeared in a vision and said, ‘When you save someone’s life, you take their karma.'”

Explosive, controversial, Mother of Light:The Book of Fire, Volume I, The Bardo is not like any spiritual diary you’ve ever read.  With searing intensity, the author – writing under the pen name, Junipur – takes us over unknown landscapes, and into wilds of existence rarely seen. The quest leads us through territories as far-reaching as reincarnation, kundalini awakening, and initiation.  There are supernatural battles with adversaries of the left-hand path, encounters with false masters, and much more.

But the scope of The Bardo is not only the far, the wide – you will also witness the sheer, vertical descent taken by one spiritual seeker, into the underground chambers of personal history, the complex geometry of family dynamic.  It is here she is led to uncover, and ultimately release, the ancient hidden locks that bar the soul on its flight to the Light.

As the Age of Pisces comes limping to a close, and The Age of Aquarius begins, Mother of Light is a clarion call to a deeper purpose, a more uncompromising inquiry into matters most dear to the human heart – love, death, the transcendent power of Divine Grace and, finally, freedom for the spirit.  This book is not for the sentimental, or the faint-hearted; but those who see the journey through to the end, will be forever changed.

Those who see the journey through to the end will be forever changed…

This book was written with the express permission of Mother Meera

A Look inside the book: Volume l The Bardo

Prologue

The Divine Mother appeared in a vision and said, “When you save someone’s life, you take their karma.”

What follows is a deathbed account, of a very strange time on earth. It’s a story of ancient curses and divine redemption, complete with black magic, demons, angels and saints. I suppose it will seem like a fairytale at times, and may stretch your limits of credulity. Yet, it is true.What is strangest of all is, I never recall wanting an unusual or exotic life. I was just trying to get from point A to point B, to find the rhythm for making life work. However, that is not what happened, at least not in the ordinary way. But I can see from the present vantage point, some halfway through, I am completely gratified by the excursion, and wouldn’t have changed a single moment. I recognize it as my very own life, because it has given me, what I now realize, was my heart’s desire. By this, I do not mean the seeking of high drama (though I have been accused of such) but that I yearned for those depths beyond the apparent world, not to be reached, except by a midnight crossing. Some midnights last for years; not all crossings are successful. In fact, we attempt, and fail, many times before we set foot on the other shore. The dangers are utterly real; mistakes can cost us future lifetimes.

One purpose for sharing the story is to serve as a cautionary tale, of what your own foolishness can get you.I must mention some of the reasons why I have avoided writing it down, for 10 or 15 years. Led Zeppelin said in one of their songs “Life is a tale that can’t be told.” I believe this firmly, even if the life in question maintains some common denominator with other human lives. But what of experience that leaves all shared language, and symbol behind? What if the pattern is non-linear? Here is a long, and often tortured dialogue with formless realms, where no words follow. By its very definition, it can never be communicated and, knowing this, my reluctance to make any attempt has been overwhelming. I still don’t think it can be done.It is also perverse, my unique aversion to bringing spiritual matters into the open, or discussing them in any fashion. Most of what you will read is being told for the first time. My passage has been one of extreme solitude; I am in disbelief to find myself compelled to come forth in this way. I know we are in the “New Age”, and a rebirthing of spiritual material is good and necessary, but many of us are aware, by now, of a dark side to it as well, and of a kind of spiritual promiscuity running rampant; what has not been said 1,000 times?It is treacherous to step into the already murky terrain of intuitive knowledge; what is true on one level, may be reversed, or irrelevant on another level. However, authentic spiritual fact is factual – sometimes more so than physical or historical fact – though the ascertaining of its quality can be very difficult, and we are always subject to errors of misunderstanding, or delusion.

Here is where the faculty of discrimination takes on a new, and vital importance. Thus, in the case of my story, rest assured the utmost care has been taken to be clear, and honest.I once had a friend, who confided she thought I was a very melodramatic character, at first. After we had known each other for a while, she said, “I came to realize you actually experience things differently than a lot of people.” I was not at all aware of the extent of such discrepancy when I was young, and so expressed myself without inhibition. I learned better, but what my friend said is probably true; experience is a fire for me, a burning thing, and it has always been so. Perhaps it is just this difference, driving the following testimony. Because it has been an intense life does not mean it has been exaggerated, and what I know to be conclusions have always been established by more than one source; that is to say, my intuitive knowledge has been confirmed by clairvoyant information, or vice versa. These conclusions have been further confirmed by dreams, and all have been verified in the passage of time.Still, I would rather not have been called into the fray, leaving all of it to others who are more naturally inclined. Why, then, do I write? Why should you take this journey? I hope it’s not for love of a story; every soul has a secret and mysterious story, peculiar only to itself, but as we progress in our practices, the fascination with that hypnotic drama flickers and wanes, as it must.

In fact, I was not even able to commit the parable to paper, until I had completely lost interest in its intoxicating details. Each tale, beautiful as it may be, is ultimately a stage of a rocket, and serves only to transport us into the beyond, from which all stories issue forth. Even so, we each require every possible support, and fellowship from others, as we aspire to those great realms. Someone once told me, I had created an exceptionally difficult road, because I wanted to forge very unusual tools. Now the time has arrived for me to share whatever of those I can; tools, not necessarily answers.In this introduction, I wish to make a few other comments on the many references to information received through clairvoyant readings. These are inherently annoying, so let me apologize in advance, though mention of these particles of knowledge cannot be avoided. In later years, I no longer sought outside intervention in any form, from psychics or even from literature, as it became completely distracting, and counterproductive. When I was younger, and my life proceeded ever deeper into the unknown, markers and maps left behind, there were many years when I was existing from one puzzle-piece to the next; I am only alive now, because of the tiny shafts of light granted me. I have met more than my share of frauds, and have suffered greatly from impure, or contaminated information. To be interpreted by an outsider is very dangerous; it will affect you in ways you could not anticipate, and should never be undertaken casually. But there are also clairvoyants of vast development and ability, who have the power to save lives with their sight.

Fortunately for me, I have encountered many of these as well, and portions of their wisdom have an important place in this book.You will find a profuse number of dreams, and visions included in this text, and, in many ways, these fall into the same category as the readings; that is to say, they were usually only sent, when my situation was perilous. You can gather from the sheer quantity, I was in dangerous water for a long time, indeed. The problem I encountered as I tried to weave these into flowing reading material is that, at the time of the occurrences, the dreams were presented not in a way apparently cohesive with my waking reality, but rather as non-sequitors. It was as if there were two separate lives – coexisting in different realms – connected only by fragile threads of communication. At destined moments, something akin to a “message in a bottle” would be transmitted from that larger identity to tiny, troubled me, giving a higher perspective, and hope of things to come.

While I was surely changed, and informed, with every visitation, my daily life remained an obscure and permanent midnight; I experienced mind-splitting confusion, for literally decades. All this was resolved much later. As you will see, there was an actual dual existence of some kind, striving for unification that has finally been initiated. But the narrative will make for abrupt reading, I fear. While writing of my experience as I understand it, a dream will be inserted here, a vision there, and I can only tell of returning to my life, almost as if nothing had occurred; thus, it seems to lack context. This is just how it went; the situation had to prevail for a duration of time, with seeds being sown far in advance of the ripening. I can only relay it as it happened.Please also keep in mind, I do not divulge these things to make any kind of particular impression; the hair is standing up on the back of my neck, even as I write.

These beams of light were sent primarily to save my life, which had no visible means of support on the physical plane. It should be read in this spirit.Finally, let me confirm what you may already suspect – I am not a writer, nor do I have a desire to become one. I will do my best not to insult the language too dreadfully, but this should not be approached as a literary piece, for that is not its intention. Instead, take these pages as a love letter, perhaps from some far-off place. The reasons for the sharing have become much greater than all the obstacles; if you have some patience with me, something good may come of it. Should you find yourself bending under the weight of what is put before you, take comfort in knowing, what has been left out, is more than what has been left in.So let me begin. One never knows when the moment will come for the fight to the death. One cannot know when one will be faced with the greatest of fear, or the test of many lifetimes. If nothing else, this is a guidebook for that time.

Now available as an ebook for Kindle, iPad and Sony Readers.

Mother of Light

It all began with the words, “The Divine Mother appeared in a vision and said, ‘When you save someone’s life, you take their karma.’”

This is how Mother of Light: The Book of Fire – written with express blessing of Mother Meera, a universally recognized Incarnation of the Devi, the Divine Mother – was born.  Volume I The Bardo, is the autobiographical document that relates the choices, the events, the experiences of this arc described in the vision of Meera.

“The great saint, Ramakrishna, once said, ‘When it is time for a soul to  attain liberation, it is led to the Divine Mother.'”Tao of the Mother: Cantos on Fire Eating and the Art of Love in the 21st Century,Volume II of The Book of Fire, evolved as a synthesis on a higher level of hierarchy – extractions of lessons learned that can be utilized by a broader audience.  Created from direct experience, and supported on all sides by ample quotations from Sri Aurobindo, Mother Meera, the Siva Sutras and more, it is a window into the living practice of the Devi, as She labors to untie the knots binding the soul to the human dream.

Q: Are there other incarnations of the Divine Mother on Earth at this time?

MM: “Yes, many. Some will be known, others wish to remain a secret.

The work of each is different. Each expresses a different aspect of the Divine Mother.”…

(Mother Meera from Answers)

This has been called “the Hour of the Devi”, She of infinite faces, personalities and forms.  We are privileged to provide pages, and links to the three Incarnations of the Divine Mother most internationally recognized at this time: Mother Meera, Amritanandamayi, Karunamayi (the reader may take note that Karunamayi offers blessed sacred jewelry and objects in Her gift shop.)

Recently, the enterprise has expanded into Mother of Light, Ltd.  We are pleased to open our “gift shop” – more of a tool box, really – of certain accoutrements we feel strongly    benefit devotion and spiritual practice:

Crystals We offer full access to a shop for precious crystals, minerals and gems, an aspect of tremendous and enduring importance, as discussed in The Bardo, in particular. Visit  Flower/Vibrational Remedies These tinctures are of immense catalytic power, specifically for those approaching ‘escape velocity’ at this time. Visit AusAngels, source for Australian Bush Flower Remedies, and more..

…and be among the first to experience Lightning Series – Mantra Essences developed by Mother of Light, Ltd.

India Arts We are thrilled to offer a beautifully articulated avenue into the arts, textiles and jewels of India. Visit Exotic India Arts.

Sri Chakra Art It is indeed our honor to introduce you to the pre-eminent master in the world of Sri Chakra graphic art,  featuring Wes Wait, devotee of Sri Karunamayi.

Photo Gallery For some of my personal favorite reflections of the Devi, I have chosen three subjects from the rare,wild vistas of the super-natural universe, as inspiration for the viewer, with links to the respective photographers, for purchase of prints:

Roses, courtesy of Just Our Pictures Rose Photography

Lightning Strikes, courtesy of Michael Bath

Stars and Nebulae, courtesy of Jason Ware

Waves, courtesy of Clark Little