I’m sad and disappointed, as well as confused. How in God’s name can I criticize something that helped me in such a profound way? How can I criticize something that literally introduced me to God? Brahma Kumaris helped me in two distinct ways. This is my story.
Some years ago I was diagnosed with having cancer. I remember just staring into mid air while the consultant told me that I would need major surgery. I went home in a daze. As I told my husband and parents what was happening to me, I could feel their shock and fear just cutting into me. By the time I had finished explaining I felt incredibly alone. I was angry and at the same I felt guilty for worrying how I would look by the time I had the operation. I half heartedly looked at the literature given to me by the consultant. He told me in a manner that was not consoling that there was an organization I could join for people who were disfigured. “Thanks a lot!” I remember thinking.
For the next few days, I was in silence. My family kept a distance not because they were not concerned but because they didn’t know what to say, plus there was also fear that was not articulated but I felt it nevertheless. A friend of mine who had breast cancer told me I should seek a second opinion. So I went to the internet café and browsed the pages of the British Medical Association to see the alternative consultants. I found five another names and noted their numbers.
At this point in my life, God was very far away from me. I didn’t have much time or much faith. How could there be a God when there was so much suffering in the world. I would ask myself but when I returned from seeing the consultant, for some reason I decided to go to my local library. I had not been in ages but I went to the reference section and asked if they had any books on alternative health. The librarian pulled out a book which was a directory of the various alternative treatments available in the capital. I opened the book and immediately came across the meditation section, and amongst all the various meditation adverts, saw a small, simple advert about Brahma Kumaris. I wrote down the number and rushed home. I dialled the number and a woman answered. She patiently listened to my problem and then told me to come to Willesden the next day.
What was I expecting to see when I got to Willesden? I thought the meditation meeting would be held in a house, or flat. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw this huge temple. And when I went inside….I could not believe that given the temple was on the high road, how quiet it was, inside. If you had dropped a pin, you would have heard it. I was greeted by a tall woman, dressed in white. She gave an explanation of BK, listened to what I had to say, and then told me what I should do: meditate 20 minutes in the morning and then in the evening. No garlic, no meat just vegetables. She told what I would say in the meditation and also recommended that I should buy some tapes. When our meeting had finished, I went downstairs to the bookshop and bought some tapes (you didn’t have CD’s in those days) then left.
To cut the really long story short, for the next six weeks I was devoted all of my time to meditation. I had my special room with a chair only I sat on. Meanwhile I went to seek second/third/fourth opinions. Much to the anger of the first consultant I had seen, he had found out that I was going to different hospitals to find out what was best. But I sensed that something was happening: I was not intimidated by this consultant and his opinions, for some reason, did not bother me. In fact, it was clear in my mind that he was not going to do this operation. By the end of two and half months, friends had remarked how I had change, and in fact how they could feel this change within me. But more importantly, my inner voice had become clear: I could hear a softly spoken voice but quite an emphatic one, telling me what to do. By the end of three months, I had chosen who was going to do this operation and felt incredibly confident about this decision. The growth was removed successfully and as they say, I’m still here to write this tale. I remembered discussing with other members of BK how I came to Raj Yoga and the response that I got was that I was ‘brought’ to BK. I remembered thinking Wow!
But this was a very important moment in my life as I felt that God was not happy with me for ignoring him and somehow I had to be made to meet with him. And I’m so glad that I did! It felt as though God had grabbed my hand and held onto it tightly, never wanting to ever let go. It was such a great feeling and for once, I felt alive.
The second profound experience was a negative one but again I was made to see how I could rely on the Almighty (can I say that?).
In the process of doing my research on the cancer I had and Raj Yoga, I met someone at BK Willesden. A dynamic and vivacious individual. She had been a BK for a number of years but also had a gift as a psychic. I must say whilst being friends I never had a reading done by her. But I noticed that each time I was in her company, every time she left I was always left in a state of anxiety or flux. I didn’t pay too much attention to this as I enjoyed her company. There were times she would be too busy to see me or talk with me. But again, I paid it no mind as I was still meditating and learnt not to dwell on anything negative. But there was a time we were out together and I returned home late.
My husband was waiting at home and he didn’t say anything but the following day, we had a big argument which led to this friend and the fact that I was late returning home. As we were arguing, the voice within told me to pay attention to what he was saying. And what was he saying? How this friend was not positive for me, that she was manipulative and controlling. I walked away from the argument and went into the bedroom and stayed while he went out. For the next few days, we didn’t speak to each other. But my mind, mainly, was going over this voice and message.
Yes, in all truth she was manipulative, controlling and the word ‘collector’ came to mind. And the explanation I gave to myself was that she used her ability to know people’s class and position. And of course, those who were affluent, successful etc she was interested in, and made them part of her gathering. But I would keep dismissing this in my mind as it just didn’t make any sense! It was just a month before I would go to London (as I had been out of it for a while) and I knew someone who was a spiritualist who I knew could help me. On hearing my story, the spiritualist told me that my assessment was correct. And that hopefully I would (finally) know that I should trust my instinct. Unfortunately I tend to be a bit ‘slow’ and that things has to be a little exaggerated for me to see the light, she told me in her usually upfront manner.
To conclude, after seeing the spiritualist, I didn’t have to worry about this other woman as she called me a few times but she picked up that I was onto her and never called me again. And then a month later, I started getting headaches each time I meditated. Again I saw the spiritualist and she told me it was time to stop. I didn’t believe her so I went to BK Willesden and surprisingly one of the Sisters told me the same thing. So I stopped, sadly and perhaps a little angry as I felt this was the first friend I had ever had, and now this friend was leaving me. Raj Yoga BK does work and clearly has made a huge impact on my life. If I cannot come across Raja Yoga ever again, then I hope and pray that I come across something like this as it was such a great experience. Thanks for taking the time.
Some years ago I was diagnosed with having cancer. I remember just staring into mid air while the consultant told me that I would need major surgery. I went home in a daze. As I told my husband and parents what was happening to me, I could feel their shock and fear just cutting into me. By the time I had finished explaining I felt incredibly alone. I was angry and at the same I felt guilty for worrying how I would look by the time I had the operation. I half heartedly looked at the literature given to me by the consultant. He told me in a manner that was not consoling that there was an organization I could join for people who were disfigured. “Thanks a lot!” I remember thinking.
For the next few days, I was in silence. My family kept a distance not because they were not concerned but because they didn’t know what to say, plus there was also fear that was not articulated but I felt it nevertheless. A friend of mine who had breast cancer told me I should seek a second opinion. So I went to the internet café and browsed the pages of the British Medical Association to see the alternative consultants. I found five another names and noted their numbers.
At this point in my life, God was very far away from me. I didn’t have much time or much faith. How could there be a God when there was so much suffering in the world. I would ask myself but when I returned from seeing the consultant, for some reason I decided to go to my local library. I had not been in ages but I went to the reference section and asked if they had any books on alternative health. The librarian pulled out a book which was a directory of the various alternative treatments available in the capital. I opened the book and immediately came across the meditation section, and amongst all the various meditation adverts, saw a small, simple advert about Brahma Kumaris. I wrote down the number and rushed home. I dialled the number and a woman answered. She patiently listened to my problem and then told me to come to Willesden the next day.
What was I expecting to see when I got to Willesden? I thought the meditation meeting would be held in a house, or flat. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw this huge temple. And when I went inside….I could not believe that given the temple was on the high road, how quiet it was, inside. If you had dropped a pin, you would have heard it. I was greeted by a tall woman, dressed in white. She gave an explanation of BK, listened to what I had to say, and then told me what I should do: meditate 20 minutes in the morning and then in the evening. No garlic, no meat just vegetables. She told what I would say in the meditation and also recommended that I should buy some tapes. When our meeting had finished, I went downstairs to the bookshop and bought some tapes (you didn’t have CD’s in those days) then left.
To cut the really long story short, for the next six weeks I was devoted all of my time to meditation. I had my special room with a chair only I sat on. Meanwhile I went to seek second/third/fourth opinions. Much to the anger of the first consultant I had seen, he had found out that I was going to different hospitals to find out what was best. But I sensed that something was happening: I was not intimidated by this consultant and his opinions, for some reason, did not bother me. In fact, it was clear in my mind that he was not going to do this operation. By the end of two and half months, friends had remarked how I had change, and in fact how they could feel this change within me. But more importantly, my inner voice had become clear: I could hear a softly spoken voice but quite an emphatic one, telling me what to do. By the end of three months, I had chosen who was going to do this operation and felt incredibly confident about this decision. The growth was removed successfully and as they say, I’m still here to write this tale. I remembered discussing with other members of BK how I came to Raj Yoga and the response that I got was that I was ‘brought’ to BK. I remembered thinking Wow!
But this was a very important moment in my life as I felt that God was not happy with me for ignoring him and somehow I had to be made to meet with him. And I’m so glad that I did! It felt as though God had grabbed my hand and held onto it tightly, never wanting to ever let go. It was such a great feeling and for once, I felt alive.
The second profound experience was a negative one but again I was made to see how I could rely on the Almighty (can I say that?).
In the process of doing my research on the cancer I had and Raj Yoga, I met someone at BK Willesden. A dynamic and vivacious individual. She had been a BK for a number of years but also had a gift as a psychic. I must say whilst being friends I never had a reading done by her. But I noticed that each time I was in her company, every time she left I was always left in a state of anxiety or flux. I didn’t pay too much attention to this as I enjoyed her company. There were times she would be too busy to see me or talk with me. But again, I paid it no mind as I was still meditating and learnt not to dwell on anything negative. But there was a time we were out together and I returned home late.
My husband was waiting at home and he didn’t say anything but the following day, we had a big argument which led to this friend and the fact that I was late returning home. As we were arguing, the voice within told me to pay attention to what he was saying. And what was he saying? How this friend was not positive for me, that she was manipulative and controlling. I walked away from the argument and went into the bedroom and stayed while he went out. For the next few days, we didn’t speak to each other. But my mind, mainly, was going over this voice and message.
Yes, in all truth she was manipulative, controlling and the word ‘collector’ came to mind. And the explanation I gave to myself was that she used her ability to know people’s class and position. And of course, those who were affluent, successful etc she was interested in, and made them part of her gathering. But I would keep dismissing this in my mind as it just didn’t make any sense! It was just a month before I would go to London (as I had been out of it for a while) and I knew someone who was a spiritualist who I knew could help me. On hearing my story, the spiritualist told me that my assessment was correct. And that hopefully I would (finally) know that I should trust my instinct. Unfortunately I tend to be a bit ‘slow’ and that things has to be a little exaggerated for me to see the light, she told me in her usually upfront manner.
To conclude, after seeing the spiritualist, I didn’t have to worry about this other woman as she called me a few times but she picked up that I was onto her and never called me again. And then a month later, I started getting headaches each time I meditated. Again I saw the spiritualist and she told me it was time to stop. I didn’t believe her so I went to BK Willesden and surprisingly one of the Sisters told me the same thing. So I stopped, sadly and perhaps a little angry as I felt this was the first friend I had ever had, and now this friend was leaving me. Raj Yoga BK does work and clearly has made a huge impact on my life. If I cannot come across Raja Yoga ever again, then I hope and pray that I come across something like this as it was such a great experience. Thanks for taking the time.