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So, I was able to go to India and spend a week in Madhuban. Also attended one BapDada milan. While at the retreat in Mt. Abu, we got paid a visit by both Dadis Janaki and Gulzar. On the whole, the experience was relaxing on a physical level, and quite underwhelming from a meditation/spiritual standpoint. Most people I met while there were wonderful human beings in general. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of being really out of sync with the adoration and thankfulness that filled all the people around me. I just ... did not think ... it was that great ... Meditation was very light, the center in-charge reading the Murli each morning read it in a laconic monotone that rapidly put people to sleep ... the content of the Murlis could have put me to sleep had I not forced myself to stay attentive.
Finally though, BabDada Milan 2016 was a total let down. Not only did I not feel the presence of any god at all, but moreover seeing Dadi Gulzar dolled up with foundation and lipstick etc ... just seemed wrong, she is 90+ and almost out of her wits. Most of her conversation when she came to meet us seemed like rambling nonsense. Ditto for Dadi Janaki, who proceeded to perform her daily exercises while we were in class and was basically completely stage managed by the younger Didis that surrounded her. One specifically had a UK accent.
And this is just the silly stuff, some of the things I heard the center in-charge say during Murli in the auditorium at Gyan Sarovar ... no way a decent human speaks like that ... let alone an "enlightened" person.
I know some of you have had wonderful experiences at Madhuban and actually can feel that drishti ... I tried staring right into Dadi Janki's eyes and then Gulzar's eyes both before and during the time BapDada was inside her. Nothing ...
The cream on the cake though was during BapDada Milan when god, I say, GOD, was speaking through the medium, a junior Didi caretaker person reached over and switched off the microphone! I was flabbergasted ... that's your god talking! What person spends 364 days chanting "Baba Baba" and the one day Baba is actually here, turns off the mic? Seriously! Now in the poor lady's defense, Baba said nothing of any substance at all. Almost 25 minutes were spent repeating one sentence "I love it when you chant Baba, Baba". A lady sitting close to me could not control her laughter after the first 5 minutes of this silliness.
The trip had one decent outcome though, I realized I did not want to spend any more time on BK related stuff. I have started pulling back from center related work. I will find better things to do with my time. Even if I decide to spend it watching Netflix, I think its time better spent than in the center. Now, if I hear something about starting a soup kitchen or providing shelter to the homeless or some such "seva" I will gladly participate, but I am done doing "seva" that seems to be completely inward focused.
Sorry for the rambling rant. I have read some wonderful stories on these boards and the experiences of some really courageous people. I just though I would share some of my experience. It's a slow friday :).
Finally though, BabDada Milan 2016 was a total let down. Not only did I not feel the presence of any god at all, but moreover seeing Dadi Gulzar dolled up with foundation and lipstick etc ... just seemed wrong, she is 90+ and almost out of her wits. Most of her conversation when she came to meet us seemed like rambling nonsense. Ditto for Dadi Janaki, who proceeded to perform her daily exercises while we were in class and was basically completely stage managed by the younger Didis that surrounded her. One specifically had a UK accent.
And this is just the silly stuff, some of the things I heard the center in-charge say during Murli in the auditorium at Gyan Sarovar ... no way a decent human speaks like that ... let alone an "enlightened" person.
I know some of you have had wonderful experiences at Madhuban and actually can feel that drishti ... I tried staring right into Dadi Janki's eyes and then Gulzar's eyes both before and during the time BapDada was inside her. Nothing ...
The cream on the cake though was during BapDada Milan when god, I say, GOD, was speaking through the medium, a junior Didi caretaker person reached over and switched off the microphone! I was flabbergasted ... that's your god talking! What person spends 364 days chanting "Baba Baba" and the one day Baba is actually here, turns off the mic? Seriously! Now in the poor lady's defense, Baba said nothing of any substance at all. Almost 25 minutes were spent repeating one sentence "I love it when you chant Baba, Baba". A lady sitting close to me could not control her laughter after the first 5 minutes of this silliness.
The trip had one decent outcome though, I realized I did not want to spend any more time on BK related stuff. I have started pulling back from center related work. I will find better things to do with my time. Even if I decide to spend it watching Netflix, I think its time better spent than in the center. Now, if I hear something about starting a soup kitchen or providing shelter to the homeless or some such "seva" I will gladly participate, but I am done doing "seva" that seems to be completely inward focused.
Sorry for the rambling rant. I have read some wonderful stories on these boards and the experiences of some really courageous people. I just though I would share some of my experience. It's a slow friday :).