Happy St. Patrick’s day to all! May all the snakes be driven from the Ireland that is yours.
I had this dream from Meher Baba’s sister Mani this morning, and it contains what I consider to be binding direction, so I decided to share it, and this is the appropriate place to do it because this is the site that I have which is about AMBPPCT, which is the burden of Mani’s current direction to me.
But first, the story. As soon as I write “Mani,” you know there has to be a story tangled on to the subject, no? This dream happened between 4:00 and 5:00 this morning. 0200 to 0400 is when the demons prowl this planet, and since I need a demon-free vibratory environment, I often have to be “on duty” during those hours, and this was true this morning. So at 0400, I went back to bed, thinking that I would at least get an hour of sleep before my usual rising time of 0500. But then this dream happened.
In the dream, I had a shrine-room with glass walls, and it was on one of the upper stories of a huge futuristic structure like a mega-mall, in which many of the walls were transparent, and the basic structural elements were of hardened corrosion-proof metal. And I was coming in the morning to open up the shrine-room, which had been locked up for the night, and as I approached the door from the east, looking through the glass walls, I could see that there was Manija with some of her usual associates on the walk-way on the other side of the shrine-room. Mani had stopped to examine my work, and basically it was what she expected and approved of (It was full of divine and sacred images as are my web-sites and my house), but there was one display that had caused her to knit her brows, and it was pictures of dogs. I didn’t even know that there were dogs in my shrine-room, but there they were, and Mani disapproved.
So I went to open the door, thinking that I would go through the shrine-room to where Mani was standing on the outside, and mug “What?” to her through the glass walls. But suddenly there was Mani inside the shrine-room, immediately inside the door, watching me fumble the job of opening the door, because there was Mani suddenly in my face, and suddenly I just douldn’t find the right key. So I finally did get the door open, and went with her over to the offending dogs, which as it turned out, weren’t there anymore. What was there was space-holder graphics like blank avatar images online, just outlines of shadows of dogs. Those weren’t acceptable either, so I took them down, leaving empty space. Only then was Mani happy with my shrine-room, which of course, is symbolic of my heart. We’re not going to go into what the dogs were about, please, because they’re not there anymore.
But before leaving me, Mani said, ” I suppose you’ll have to tithe to come up with a membership contribution.” And I said, “Yes,” because that’s true of me, because I’m so distractible. If I don’t make that kind of conscious committment, the contributions just won’t happen. But what was the membership she was talking about? She was talking about my relationship with the Trust, which is her legacy as well as Meher Baba’s, and she was calling me to responsibility for my relationship with her personally.
Mani is my Murshid, which means Guide. In this dream she was functioning as the Chief of my spirit guardians, most of whom are Buddhist Dharma Protectors. I don’t use the feminine “Murshida” for her because she’s not a woman, and she’s not human. She’s a Perfect Master, and she was already God-Realized when I first met her in 1969. Bhau apparently said that she has already taken rebirth, and I don’t know about that, and have not met that individual, but I do know that Mani is there for me as my Murshid, and her spirit presence is real and unmistakable for me, and it is inseparable from that of Meher Baba himself.
So I’m going to start tithing to AMBPPCT, starting next month. This timing is significant, and it also goes back to Bhau. April 1 is when my then-current Indian visa when I was in India last would have run out. Bhauji had approved my staying in India until that day. Bhauji functioned as a Mahasiddha towards me, and what he approved from his deathbed was binding. So although I was forced by political processes to leave before the time approved by Bhauji, there is a real and important dimension in which I will not have left India completely until that time approved by Bhauji, namely and to wit, on or about March 31, 2014.
So then Mani, whose relationship with me is senior to that of Bhauji’s, contacted me in this dream to basically say, “Your relationship (she literally used the word “membership”) with the Trust is from me and through me. This is not up to the Kalchuris, and it doesn’t end with Bhau’s mandate. Your relationship with me is also with the Trust, and it must continue consciously.” Needless to say, my relationship with Mani is not negotiable. I can’t even imagine taking rebirth again in a place where there is not Manija. I am sure she would find out about such an attempt and forbid it.
So I intend to send money to the Trust by Western Express every month starting with the first week of April next. But I need a responsible individual at the Trust to whom I can send the control number by email, so that that individual can then go pick up the money from the Western Express office. I think that, the way Western Express is set up, the remittance actually has to be addressed to that individual, rather than AMBPPCT, that institution. My first guess about that individual would be Dr. Anne, because I know that she is accepting money for the medical projects going forward in Mehernagar, and those are the activities with which I feel the greatest personal affinity. But I am open to suggestion about this. If anyone has ideas or knowledge about this, please advise. My email addresses are: viveshwar’at’yahoo.com and viveshwar’at’gmail.com. (Notice that my email addresses, because they were pre-existing at the time when Bhauji finally gave me the correct spelling of my Dharma name, are different from the way I sign off. It so happens, however, that Indians still recognize this deviant spelling, and know what diety is intended. Indians whose birth name is Vishveshwar have claimed that as their user name at both Yahoo and Gmail, and so be it.)
Jai Meher Baba,