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The Antidote for Worry

Duality signifies separateness.
Separateness implies fear. Fear causes worry.


The way of Oneness is the way to happiness. The way of
manyness leads to worries. I am the only One without a
second; so I am eternally happy. You are separate from your
Self; so you always worry. To you, what you see is absolutely
real; to me it is absolutely false. I alone am real and my marjee
(will) governs the cosmic Illusion.

It is the truth when I say that the waves do not roll or the
leaves do not move without my will. The moment the intensity of
your faith in my will reaches the apex, you bid adieu to worry for
good. Then, all that you suffered and enjoyed in the past, together
with all that you may experience in the future, will be to you the
most loving and spontaneous expression of my will; and, as the
lover places the will of the Beloved above all else, there is
nothing which can cause worry.


Live more and more in the present which is ever beautiful
and which really stretches far beyond the limits of the past and
the future. If at all you want to worry, let your only worry be:
how to remember me constantly. This is worth worrying about,
because it is the antidote for worry.


Think of me more and more, and all your worries will dwindle
into nothing, for they are really nothing, and my will works out
to awaken this in you and in all.


Excerpted from The Path of Love by Meher Baba, p. 118


July, 2010 - Vol 3, Issue 5
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In This Issue
· Walking in the Cemetery
· Poetry Corner
· Oregon Sahavas
· Announcements
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Dear Reader,
This month's newsletter offers a Silence Day memory from 2009, a spontaneous flow that occurred in the strangest place. Coupled with it is an ancient hymn from the land of the pharaohs.  

Last month's Urban Sahavas hosted Merwan Merchant who spoke about his grandmother, Kharmanmasi, who met Meher Baba while he was still speaking, before July 10, 1925. He also related experiences with Pleader, a unique soul whose personal story with Meher Baba has evaded full description. In coming months the newsletter will recount Merwan Merchant's personal narrative.  

The newsletter's editors always appreciate contributions and suggestions. You might awaken the writer in you and share something of value with your fellow sojourners.


This newsletter (and past issues) will eventually be available in pdf form on the website at: www.MeherBabaMeherBaba.org.

Newsletterwallas: Ben Leet, Lisa Greenstein & Cherri Nelson



Walking in the Cemetery                                                    by Ben Leet
I walked in the cemetery this summer morning (written in July, 2009). It is located on a gently sloping hillside on the edge of the commercial zone of Oakland. The grave markers date back to the 1850s. It's large also, maybe 2 square miles, or about 1200 acres or 1200 football fields. One glimpses in the distance the San Francisco Bay through the trees in all their lovely variety. The sense of peace is subtle and genuine.

I have a connection to this cemetery dating far back. My father and brother are here, their grave sites date from 1957 and 1970. My grandfather and grandmother also are here. My grandfather once headed the board of directors of the cemetery. He would proudly point from the front steps of his home in the Oakland hills to a 70 foot high cross made from redwood trunks on the cemetery's hill, and claim that he had put it there, which he had. I managed to work at the cemetery during summers when I went to college. My family connection got me the job. All these connections leads to a strange feeling of affection for this urban cemetery.  

This morning's walk and visit just reinforces my affection for this place of the dead.  

"Where does one find Baba?" I ask myself as I stroll over the hills, read the inscriptions, and follow the family sagas written on the tombs. So many folks lying on the peaceful hill with so few visitors. It's mid-morning and I feel Baba in such a peaceful and subtle way. It's early July and the whole landscape is vibrating with glory under the morning sun. Is it that I'm out of my accustomed routine? How is it that Baba appears? Once I was looking down at Meherazad from the top of Seclusion Hill, and I felt an overwhelming presence of God in the compound of buildings that is Meherazad. I wanted to rush down the slope and find Baba. I was with another person who had the same sensation. Today is not the same, but it is surprisingly persuasive in its peacefulness.   

If one is eternally happy, satisfied and alive-full of bliss and unalloyed love-then life presents an expansive sympathy at all times-the contradictions are harmonized. "It is all bliss," as Baba once told Chanji went they first met. And this feeling continues without a break for eternity and beyond time itself, then every event must be a part of an interlocking symphony that confirms in a non-redundant way the perfect and transcendent nature of consciousness. Baba once noted that nature speaks volumes of wisdom to one who is aware. But my experience is that this sensation of truth is rarely glimpsed. Unfortunately it is fleeting. It's a working hypothesis that may someday be a permanent experience. A stroll through the cemetery reminds me of my working theory.   

I was listening to a recording of Mehera last week. She was describing the events of the New Life. (An aside: this recording is available with others from our Center's library on Stockton Avenue in El Cerrito, CA. See our web page and click the library button for a download of the audio library contents. You could take it home and up-load it onto your iPod or iTunes file.)

Mehera is describing an encounter with a pilgrim during their stay in 1950 in the foothills of the Himalayas, at the beginning of the New Life. The very early mornings are brisk, sharp and bitterly cold. A certain poor pilgrim lives as a caretaker in the compound. He had very few wants. At 4AM he'd be up and bathing in the cold air, pouring cold water over himself. The mandali were very surprised at his daily regimen. Baba sent someone to ask if he needed or wanted anything, and his response invariably was that "'_____' provides me with everything."  The mandali thought '______' was the landlord, but after thinking it through they concluded that '______' was another name for Krishna. Baba sent someone several times to offer a gift to the man, a blanket, better food, clothing. He refused, "____ provides me with everything." Finally he accepted the gift of a box of matches. Mehera is very animated and admiring of this simple life and one-pointed devotion.  

Now, back to the cemetery. What a place to spend forever in! But, it seems to me, there are kind and gracious angels hanging out there. The ambiance of personal experience is such a bric-a-brac of variety. It's always a joy to be surprised with that unusual subtlety of peace, gratitude, deep calm and beauty. Should I mention that it was Silence Day, 2009, when I had this feeling? Maybe that contributed to my experience unbeknownst to me.   

Now it's a year later, 2010. I sent a poem in the mail today, from a time 3,600 years back when silence was probably deeper than it is today.

Poetry Corner                                           Hymn to Ra

The truth of what we call our knowing is both light and dark. Men are always dying and waking. The rhythm between what we call life. In the night I turn and face myself, the many howling, laughing, pausing in the body of one. Some miracle is about to happen. Some new man unseen wishes to rise and speak. I walk in the dark feeling darkness on my skin. Dawn always begins in the bones. The light stirs me to rise and walk. Lightly I step around the sleeping forms, the bodies of the other selves still dreaming. Nothing has been disturbed except my inner quiet. I am restless, an animal sniffing the wind.
The shape of truth is coming.  

Death matters, as does life. As it ends it begins again. Knowing that is both my comfort and fear. Perfection is a long road; I shall never see its end-the ribbon of life winds back on itself. At dawn the threads of time unfurl, sunlight streams across the sands. Time reaches in both directions, knotted in the golden orb of the moment. The eye opens, the heart opens, the navel yawns and takes the world in its belly. Beneath him the snake feels the movement of earth. Everything else is sky.

This moment is eternity.   

This light I call genius, noble being conversant with gods. He goes out, hears the hum of the world, beings of light muttering in every stream. In every rock and tree he hears god songs. Then he returns and tells me what god said. I flow like blood from the god's wounds. I am the god's life made visible. I am how god comes to know himself, his ears, his hands, his eyes. The dreaming selves stir in the dark and follow the distant song of the lyre. We enter grace and beauty.

I am Osiris shining.  

And at dawn I leave my house and go into the field. Stars fade like memory. Bless the boat of morning that carries us into light. Bless the oars that stir the water causing ripples of consciousness. Bless the northern and southern edges of sky. Bless the eastern and western banks of the river. Bless the oars-men in the boat, god's people, his faith, his creation. Bless the face of god above us and the reflection of god on earth below. Bless the veil of clouds that guard his secrets. Bless life stirring below the surface of skin, the discomfort of human weakness and mortality, loss and suffering, the misunderstandings that prick conciousness and prod men toward truth. Bless the goddesses, the wives, the daughters, the mothers, the priestesses. Bless the house of Osiris. Bless the body where the world is gathered. Bless the light in his forehead, in his heart and hands. Bless the sun that shines on every limb.  

A creature of light am I.  


From Awakening Osiris (circa 1600 B.C.E.) Translated from the Egyptian by Normandi Ellis, from Changing Light, The Eternal Cycle of Night and Day, edited by J. Ruth Gendler, Harper Collins Publishers, 1991, page 84.

Oregon Sahavas
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Announcements
Center Library Note:
Would you like to be a "patron"? We have a library for your reading pleasure and convenience.
Our library is housed upstairs in a book case at the MBCNC Center on Stockton Street.
We have had 14 borrowers over the past year. You may access a list of the holdings at the
web page meherbabameherbaba.org; look for library, and open the book or video pdf files.
When you visit the Center remember to check out the library books. We would also like donations.
For a list of books we need see the section at the end of the library holdings.
Contact the Newsletter about donations.

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All who wish to share in the commitment laid down by Meher Baba through
the Trust should contact Jack Mormon, ambkj@aol.com

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6923 Stockton Avenue
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(510) 525-4779

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The Meher Baba Center is open for drop-in and book store
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Directions to our Center:
From Highway 80, Interstate 5, going north or south, in El Cerrito,
take
the Central Avenue exit exiting east, toward the hills. Cross San Pablo Avenue.
Go under the BART train tracks and less than a block after the tracks,
turn left on Richmond Avenue. Head north on Richmond Avenue until Stockton Avenue

(the first stop light), turn right on Stockton. About two blocks onward, the Center
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Lafayette - Sunday Afternoons

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Sonoma County - Arti happens once a month, usually the first Sunday.
  Locations vary.  Call Ellen Van Allen at 707-528-0357 for specific information.

Sacramento area - Meeting times and locations vary
Contact Marilyn Buehler (916) 812-9496  info@premsay.com

Los Gatos - Sunday Evenings
At the home of Clint Snyder
Call (408) 395-6865

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