DAUGHTER OF FIRE IRINA TWEEDIE PDF

The whole world seemed to be illumined by this vivid gold, was transformed by it. I stood for a while, enchanted. What an omen! My Master told me that my troubles are passing away. Her diary entries—written between October and December and encompassing her time spent in Aryanagar, London and then finally in the Himalayas—take the reader on their own spiritual transformation.

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The whole world seemed to be illumined by this vivid gold, was transformed by it. I stood for a while, enchanted. What an omen! My Master told me that my troubles are passing away. Her diary entries—written between October and December and encompassing her time spent in Aryanagar, London and then finally in the Himalayas—take the reader on their own spiritual transformation.

Indeed, the overall effect is to taste the very living presence of her Master and his enduring wisdom for ourselves.

I hoped to get instruction in Yoga, expected wonderful teachings, but what the teacher did was mainly to force me to face the darkness within myself and it almost killed me … I was beaten down in every sense until I had to come to terms with that in me which I kept rejecting all my life. Whirling Dervishes at The Study Society. Not given to long and verbose discourses on the nature of reality, Irina is, nevertheless, moved by his presence.

She then moved to England, where she was happily married to a naval officer. His death in caused a grief of such profundity that she sought solace in religion and philosophy, eventually turning to the Theosophy Society for help but it failed to inspire. Irina Tweedie. It is neither a religion nor a philosophy. My Revered Guru Maharaj was a Muslim. And then I noticed something which in my excitement and eagerness I had not noticed before; there was a feeling of great peace in the room.

He himself was full of peace. He radiated it; it was all around us and it seemed eternal. It charts her meetings and conversations with Bhai Sahib, as well as her attitudes and frustrations, dreams and insights, as she struggles to come to terms with her very own inner being.

He also demands that she hand over to him all of her income as a test of her dependence on money. I am so confused! You must do it yourself, I will not help. If I do, you will get used to it and will never be able to do it without my help. We all have to cross the stream alone. I am telling you, showing you the way.

It means complete surrender. It takes time. It is not done in one day. It takes time to surrender. If I speak, you speak and never, never must you complain … This is the door, the only door to the Kingdom of the Heart. What is surrender of the heart? You people do not even imagine. Not only Western people, I mean Indians too … Learn to be nothing, this is the only way. And I nearly fall down when I salute him lately. And the feelings of nothingness before him represents such happiness.

He will be resting, his eyes closed or open; I sit, bent in two a comfortable position for me in his presence under the blow of the two fans; he and I alone somewhere, where nothing is but peace.

Lately it becomes increasingly lovely. Deep happiness welling from within. From the deepest depth … Also at home, when I think of him, it comes over me … Soft, gentle.

A bliss of non-being; not existing at all. It stays with me … I feel like that before God, before life; it seems slowly to have become my very being. Three months have passed since Bhai Sahib left his body after a series of heart attacks, and now she reflects on their relationship and the wisdom he has conferred. Who would have thought that a widow in her fifties could have endured so much suffering in the search for peace of mind: The sunrise, the sunset, the garden, the people, the whole daily life seems outwardly the same.

But the values have changed. The meaning underlying it all is not the same as before. Something which seemed intangible, unattainable, slowly, very slowly, becomes a permanent reality.

There is nothing but Him. At the beginning it was sporadic; later of shorter or longer duration, when I was acutely conscious of it. And all the beauty of nature which surrounds me is as if only on the edge of my consciousness.

Deep within I am resting in the peace of His Heart. The body feels so light at times. As if it were made of pure, thin air of the snow peaks.

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The whole world seemed to be illumined by this vivid gold, was transformed by it. Before entering, I stopped and turned and saw that right across the chowraha was a magnificent rainbow. So clear, so vivid and bright, against the golden sky; and I must have walked right under it. I stood for a while, enchanted. There is a Russian saying that when one walks under a rainbow it means that if one has a wish or a desire it will be fulfilled. What an omen! My Master told me that my troubles are passing away.

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