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A Silent Love

A Silent Love

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Published by Jack Schimmelman

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Published by: Jack Schimmelman on Nov 26, 2012
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A Silent Love©By Jack Schimmelman
How do I speak with Mother Meera? I live and the sparks of my soullight my way. That is the where the dialogue exists – in the eternalrealm of the heart. If you are reading this on one of Mother’s sitesthen there is nothing I can tell you about experiencing Mother Meera’sdarshan that you don’t already know. A description of my firstencounter with Mother Meera can be foundhere. Nevertheless.I first went to Thalheim in the 90s with trepidation. I was sure Motherwould see into my darkest and most shameful cells. What I wouldlearn is that is exactly what I wanted. I wished for Mother to illuminatemy darkness. That first visit lasted two weeks. When I think about itnow it seems like a dream. I stayed with a fraulein in a small village,which was picturesque to say the least. Thalheim lied in a valley belowmy village. It was beautiful and each time I would walk down that pathtowards sunset I was regaled with nature’s transcendence. My firststay occurred in October, a gentle season. Then, while climbing in thedark on the same path which I had treaded previously, I was imbuedwith light that Mother had catalyzed in me. The “sparks of my soul.”I left a message with Adilakshmi, Mother’s assistant. Mother hasalways said one can and should ask for everything, like a child askinghis own mother. Being the clever child that I am I decided to ask forwhat was my most passionate yearning. I would leave the“everything” for another time. Surely Mother would admire myrestraint. One request was for a child to come into my life. I did notcare if I was married or in a relationship that produced that child, but just a child who I could love completely. I was in my late 40’s, finishedwith my career in the theater and thought that finally I had the spacein my life into which I could invite a child. The next thing I asked forwas a 6-figure income so I may support that child. Well, the next year Imet a 4-year old little girl who became a part of my life. I had fallen inlove with her mother. I have always thought that child,Dasha, wasMother’s gift to me. The timing was too obvious to be ignored.However, the 6-figure income did not arrive until several years later,when Dasha was 11. Enough time to help her through her academic,music and ballet studies. Today she goes to Princeton with a fullscholarship, but more importantly, she is a golden child with anextraordinary heart. The first time I saw Dasha sleeping, her left hand was outstretched. Inthat hand, in the dark, I saw a perfectly round illuminated gold lightnestled in her palm. My relationship with her mother has long agogone south, but my connection with Dasha remains strong. This is the

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