Sri Pranananda wants to show me his garden, and Zimmaron follows with the camera to take pictures.  I know this is very rare, to ever spend precious close time such as this with a Guru. I am humbled, and stay very “aware,”  for I know that (always with a Master) they teach by telepathy; so, I’m waiting for the Beloved as he starts showing me his breathtakingly beautiful flowers—the upside down ones of pink, hanging near the open doors of his Ashram home; the other blooms, all of which Sri Pranananda lovingly touches. He then carefully removes one of the hanging pink blossoms. Then we walk down the pathway, and he bends down to pluck another lovely purple flower, one which is of equal magnificence, together with a red blossom. Then with his fingers, he delicately opens the petals of the flowers, and shows me how the Creator has designed each flower differently:  some petals with red and white streaks, some a darker red, some with magical streaks of white—all God’s arrangement of colors.  I pick up a brown and golden autumn leaf and a feather on the ground. The feather represents an angel close by. “We are walking on holy ground.” 

Then we approach the end of the garden, where brilliant hues of flowers greet us, and I just know as we go by that all the trees, flowers, and bushes are bowing down in adoration. Sri Pranananda shows me all around the Beloved’s garden, to the bottom of it, and then retraces his steps back towards the house. Halfway, he stretches out his hand to pluck two flowers off their branches. The first one is a little white gardenia; and the other is a big red hibiscus. Sri Pranananda places the little gardenia inside the protective leaves of the big hibiscus, and then hands them to me. I gaze at the sheer beauty of them both, the bigger hibiscus protecting the gardenia, and it seems as if the hibiscus is holding the tiny flower in its arms. I feel it is the secret symbol of being embraced forever in the Guru’s heart. No words are exchanged between Sri Pranananda and myself but, telepathically, I understand and smile knowingly. Sri Pranananda then leads me to his orange tree and takes two of the oranges from the tree and carries them back to the house.  Zimmaron and I follow him. I am in a dream of shakti bliss and sheer delight. Sri Pranananda washes, peels, and cuts the one orange in slices.  He then offers me a piece of orange.
 
I was not quite prepared for this gesture.  For anybody else, they would have been delighted to be offered a piece of orange. But for me it was quite a different matter. I know it was a karmic test. I stare at the piece of orange lying on a plate in front of me. My mind flashed back to the near-death experience I had in a hospital. I felt myself leaving my body, and the doctor and nurses were very concerned. I had just had emergency surgery, and was trying to recover. I was not allowed to see friends or family and was told I wasn’t getting better. I remember praying to God to heal me, and the next day at breakfast the doctor recommended that I drink orange juice after the surgery to build up my strength. I did, but I had an allergic reaction to the juice, and after a few swallows, I couldn’t finish it. Years later, when I tried to drink orange juice, I could not, as the memory always returned to that incident. Now, as I face Sri Pranananda with the orange, all these memories flood back into my consciousness. I panic inside…. How am I going to get out of eating this orange? I haven’t eaten oranges since that hospital stay, and now I’m been asked to eat this fruit.

I don’t know how to get out of it, without appearing impolite.
 
Sri Pranananda is cutting the orange up, then he hands me a slice.  My heart is beating rapidly, I don’t want to look at the orange, I don’t want anything to do with it. Sri Pranananda is bringing up all my old ‘stuff,’ and he looks at me knowingly. Slowly, I pick the piece of orange up, look at it, and place it back down on the plate in front of me.
 
I know I must pass this hurdle. Do I trust the Guru or not? Slowly, painstakingly, for the second time, I pick up the orange. I put the piece in my mouth, and slowly (as if it is a foreign object I have to eat), slowly I chew it, all the time hoping Sri Pranananda doesn’t see my discomfort. I know one should never refuse prasad that has been blessed by the Guru…. Finally, after I have swallowed the piece of orange, I see that I am still breathing normally again. I look around, breathe a sigh of relief. I feel alright; I am safe. Only a Guru could have finally helped me overcome this karma.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and thought, “Does Sri Pranananda know how difficult it is to act normal and eat around him, because, in an Avatar’s presence, one can hardly breathe and talk, let alone eat, for fear of losing the Guru’s shakti.
 
Sri Pranananda talks and laughs with the two Australians who have spent the day taking care of his home and making sure his food is cooked and everything is in order. They are lovely and spiritually beautiful ladies in their 60’s, whom I’d met the night before and struck up an instant friendship. In the Ashram, devotees are drawn by the Guru’s love and share the wondrous communion of living together for one common purpose, to be closer to God.
 
Early meditation that morning in front of Sri Pranananda’s picture had all Ashramites present, and in the early morning light His presence was so keenly felt as we said our prayers of invocation and for world peace.
 
Back in Sri Pranananda’s home, I am struck by how beautiful everything is:  with Sathya Sai Baba’s photo adorning the wall; and in the living room two enormous purple crystals, almost five feet high, adorn the living room; and a picture of an exquisite landscape painted and gifted by an Australian devotee, who miraculously was cured in Sri Pranananda’s presence, stands shimmering on the wall. There is a photo of Mirabai, the South African Guru from my home country; and up the winding staircase, hanging on the wall, is a picture of Ammachi, the famous Indian Guru.

Sri Pranananda leads me back to the kitchen and says he has some photos to show me. He goes upstairs to his office and comes down with four of the most amazing photos I have ever seen, of himself with devotees:  one in a mountain setting, where a green emerald light appeared miraculously at his side, with the devotees looking on in awe, and the green pine trees swaying in the breeze; another is of a group of lovely devotees in Australia, with Sri Pranananda dressed in Tibetan robes; another is with two Australians being touched on the head by Sri Pranananda, where the whole of Sri Pranananda’s form appears as pure white light in front of these two devotees,  and all you see is this white light and not his physical form—truly a play of consciousness; then another snapshot with Sri Pranananda’s face appearing on the wall, in a mother’s home in Australia. I ask about this photo, and I am told the story of a young boy who, in distress, did not want to go to school that day. The mother, in despair, was praying to Sri Pranananda for help, and the Guru’s face suddenly appeared in an instant Polaroid photo which the distraught boy had just snapped of the wall. I was in awe looking at this photo of  Sri Pranananda silhouetted on the wall, bringing her comfort and reminding mother and son that yes, he was indeed close by, helping her with her son. I remember seeing a photo in which Sathya Sai Baba appeared in a cloud near an airplane in trouble, which Sai Baba rescued from going down. I look at these photos, so filled with shakti, as powerful reminders that indeed the Guru is always near us.
 
Sri Pranananda then addresses me, saying he has never done this before for a guest, but he would like to show me the rest of his home. With Zimmaron at my side, he takes me upstairs to his sacred quarters at the top of the house, which has one corner for Ariel, his nine-year-old daughter who looks so like him and who is a little Avatar herself. Near the sliding glass doors sits her little altar, filled with flowers, magical fairies, and the things that only children believe in. I look at the picture of the beautiful little Ariel, with a cherub’s face but eyes like her Dad’s, with the look of the Divine. Then Sri Pranananda shows me a picture of Ariel’s late brother (who also has Ariel’s innocence). Then the Guru shows me a photo of him and his son in Africa, where he had taken him on safari… they look so happy together. Afterwards, Sri Pranananda showed me the gorgeous picture of his wife, who lives in Hawaii with their children, and how beautiful she looked after their marriage. Sri Pranananda looks on with pride, then leads Zimmaron and I to look at the photos above his desk, of all the Saints and Masters who have played such an important part in his life. There are familiar faces, and as I peer at them I see the lineage that backs up Sri Pranananda, and the sacred journey he took with these Saints, with all the austerities, which made him what he is today. All the time, my heart chakra is opening and I am bowing in my heart to all these incarnations of the Divine, peering down from the wall. A book about the Sufi pathway lies on Sri Pranananda’s desk, as well as an angel ”thank you” card which I gave Sri Pranananda to thank him for my stay in his Ashram.
 
We listen to Pranananda tell stories of the Saints, and then I notice the painting of Jesus over his bed. It is the same one that hangs over my bed, which I purchased as a young woman. Bhagavan Sri Pranananda is sharing about his teachings, and I listen intently as we slowly go downstairs again, and I am drawn again to look at the photos he had been showing me. Then Sri Pranananda says I can have these photos, and puts them in an envelope and hands them to me.
 
There is one piece of orange left, as I am about to take my leave of the Ashram. Pranananda is encouraging me to eat it, and this time I gladly take him up on the offer.
 
The cat gets up and walks to the staircase, and I get up to pat it one more time, its white fur gleaming. I realize, as I check the time, that we have been over two and a half hours in the Guru’s home.
 
It’s time to say goodbye. Sri Pranananda hugs me and I hug him, and he gives me another orange to take, as well as the flowers he has picked, all having been lovingly placed in a box for me by one of the devotees. I marvel at God’s handwork in Sri Pranananda, as in the garden he’d shared his plans to revisit certain holy places, Saints, and shrines in India. As he spoke about this, with the sunlight on his face, he looked really Indian, like some of those great Saints, with that loving, peaceful look; but inside I felt, as he said goodbye to me, his face changed and took on the appearance of an Italian, and then a face like Jesus of Nazareth.  As I left the room, I felt surely I had been in the presence of a Divine Being and his angels. This time in my life, when I had cried out to God, “Are you hearing me?” he answered my prayer by allowing me to meet Sri Pranananda.
 
Zimmaron and I said our goodbyes to everyone around Sri Pranananda and headed for the car. Zimmaron is driving me, and carrying the flowers that Sri Pranananda picked from his garden (which he so lovingly packed for me, along with the two oranges, which are prasad). As we drive home I remember conversations that I had with Sri Pranananda’s devotees:  the importance of raw food diet for better health; to not drink coffee or alcohol, as it tears the aura, allowing demons, entities, and illness into the body. I remember the faces of Saints I saw etched in the floor when I looked down at the floor in Sri Pranananda’s home.

I am filled with shakti. I am no longer that person I was before meeting Sri Pranananda. He has given me a new life. As we drive to my home, we are quiet, Zimmaron and I, retaining the shakti of the Guru’s visit. I feel inside that I have experienced a portal of the Universe opening, and the Beloved showing himself, with all the compassion and love in the face of Sri Pranananda.
 
 

- J.H.
Los Angeles, CA
2 November 2010

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With great conviction, John Reed (from Sydney, Australia) urges anyone who has a sincere yearning for God to “take a chance and come to Him," and to “drop your every-day world and dive into the sea of love that Pranananda is gifting us.” Once living in a sea of despair (in the wake of his wife's passing), he found the greatest Love he'd ever known, the moment he met the Master. In this riveting interview, he tells of how even the most loving human relationship in the world cannot compare to the all-consuming Divine Love that embraces ones who walk with God-realized beings.

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We sailed out from Dana Point Harbor in a small catamaran dedicated specifically to viewing dolphins and whales. The ocean was truly as calm as a lake—which is a miracle in itself (as we were about three miles out to sea), and something Pranananda said He had never once seen or experienced, to this degree, in all His 24 years living in Southern California. After we were cruising for a while, Pranananda turned to me and said, “Is this okay for you?” I laughed, and thanked Him for the calm seas. He invited me to join Him at the bow of the boat, where we stood on a thick net which was about two feet above the water, which we could see right below our often-splashed feet.

Before long, we saw a pod of dolphins feeding up ahead of us. They were jumping out of the water and birds were dive-bombing the fish in a feeding frenzy. The captain steered the boat towards the pod, but before we got too close, some of the dolphin (unbeknownst to us) had left the pod and traveled a couple of hundred yards to our boat and suddenly surfaced—directly beneath Pranananda’s and my feet. What with the netting we were standing on, less than three feet over the water, it felt and looked like we were riding the dolphins! The pair remained there for a minute or so, then moved ahead, beyond the bow, so that we were leaning over the railing, reaching our hands for them, as they kept lifting their heads up and out of the water just beyond our reach. It was amazing to be that close to these beautiful creatures, which were clearly engaging with us on a very personal level.

Soon thereafter, we saw the first whale’s “footprint,” a circular slick which interrupts or overrides the movement of the sea, maintaining a flattened, waveless appearance. This indicates where a whale has just submerged after having surfaced, and it remains for sometimes up to a minute. The boat then traveled in the direction of the footprint, and within 3-4 minutes, she surfaced again… such a beautiful gray whale, about 30 feet long, with spots and barnacles on her back. We followed her for a while, enjoying three or four series of her ascents, each time just arching through the surface, only enough for us to see her dorsal fin and a small portion of her back on either side of it.

The captain started telling us that she was only a gray whale, that gray whales are very shy with people, and that she probably wouldn’t give us much of a show—that she probably wouldn’t even fluke her tail. “They are very homely whales” he said, “really the only unattractive whale species of all the many kinds of whales,” putting her down. Pranananda exclaimed (to us), “Oh, no, don’t speak about her that way!” He and I were practically in tears, so overwhelmed were we by her love, her beauty, and her majesty.  He then called out to her, “Don’t listen to him. He knows not what he is saying. We love you. You are very beautiful. And we know you will show yourself to us.”  And would you believe—within thirty seconds of His saying that—about a dozen perfect, long-stemmed, white roses appeared in the water on our side of the boat, drifting by us one at a time, sometimes two. They were huge and absolutely perfect white roses, having no sun, cold, or water damage whatsoever, and appearing as though they were just taken out of the refrigerator of a florist shop. As soon as the last rose passed Pranananda, up she came:  the closest she had yet surfaced to us, and she fluked her tail right at us, something she had not yet done (and did not do again for the rest of our cruise). He told me that the whale telepathically thanked Him for His love and His kind words, saying that she had sent Him roses as a “Thank You” for defending her honor.

We followed her for about an hour, all told, enjoying her show. All the while we cruised along, Pranananda was communing with her and telling me where she was, where she would surface—and when!—as He could feel her depth and movement in the ocean, as measured (to scale) from His base chakra to His throat.

Wow! Was I ever overwhelmed by the experience.  It was so beautiful. I was crying then… as I am now, as I remember.

-    Sambodhi
 

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I got back from Laguna after six days of being at the ashram, feeling amazing and light and full of energy. They were incredible days; the energy there is amazing! The weather was beautiful! At the Darshan this time I got to experience the "Heart Opening," which was intense energy flowing through my body, heart pounding, outside—induced pranic breathing (almost hyperventilating), and then extreme sobbing. I was taken to Pranananda. He held me close and tight and told me that our past life together ended tragically, and that was the reason I was so resistant, but also why I felt I knew him and was so drawn to him. So he erased the cellular memory from my body (of the pain from that past life), and I fell to the floor afterwards in a fetal position and sobbed for a long time in Zim's lap. Pranananda later told me, in our audience the next day, that it was like an internal implosion. It really felt like that. It was incredible! After that, I was blissful.

I was granted a private audience with him at the last minute on Sunday morning, along with my friend Donna, and I had just fifteen minutes to get ready. It was amazing to sit in front of this man and listen to him and talk with him about everything. I got the whole thing on CD, thanks to Markus, who said, “That way you won’t forget what he tells you.” Donna and I listened to both of our recordings together on the way home. It was enlightening to listen to each other’s experiences..

I was talking Sunday night with the disciples about angels, and I said I was fascinated by them but didn’t believe in them. They said, "Have you ever asked to see them?” I said "No." So, that night I did ask. Well, the next day (Monday night), I walked out to watch the sunset and, lo and behold, the clouds that formed in front of me manifested as angels. I was smart enough to take my camera, and now I have proof that they exist and showed themselves in a way that wouldn’t frighten me. I showed the photos to Pranananda and he exclaimed: Wow! He was exuberant about the photos, and so were the disciples. Zim said they showed up in legions for me!

So this trip was amazing! All the disciples were wonderful and supportive. The vegan food was awesome, and I didn’t sleep as long as I usually do. I was also up early every morning with all kinds of energy. The energy and vibe at the ashram was like nothing I can explain. I felt at "Home" with these people, and I love them and Pranananda so much. I truly believe that Pranananda is my Guru. What amazing things I felt and was shown in his Divine presence… and his love is beautiful.

- Olea Burlington
Las Vegas, NV

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Peter’s beloved, Marianne, had passed on less than a year prior, and she was very close to Henry. Henry was the light of her life. So, everybody at the ashram felt that, by keeping the dog alive, they were vicariously keeping Marianne alive and thereby keeping the last thread (in their minds) of attachment to their earthly life with Marianne.

On the story went… until I got there. I knew, upon walking in, that the first thing I had to do was to cut their cords of attachment and fear, and help this dog to move on. So, I sat down with Henry and had a little private ceremony, just him and Me. I whispered to him and said, “Don’t worry, I will take care of this.” He thanked Me and begged Me to help, saying, "Thank You so much. They just won’t let me go… they won’t let me go."

I waited for the opportune moment, gathered everybody in the community together, and we all sat in the room around Henry. He had a special pillow in front of the fireplace, which was his spot. Now, for these last two years, he almost never got up from there. At first, upon sharing what I am saying now and what I was about to say to them, there was an unspoken level of disagreement (for various reasons):  thinking I was either exaggerating, or making more of it than it was, or that what I was saying simply wasn’t so. From their point of view, the dog was still walking, eating, and functioning, but they had blinded themselves. Their attachments, their pain, and their fear had blinded them to even see the truth. Coupled with that, Henry was putting on a facade for them, using every ounce of strength he had to hide the sheer agony that he was in all the time—an agony to which I, as the story goes on, was witness.

Before we had this gathering, there was a moment when everybody was out of the house, and I was there by myself, alone with Henry. At one point, Henry slowly started to get up to go outside. There was a little landing outside the back door and it was only one small step higher than ground level. It wasn’t even a step like one on a staircase; it was just a slab of cement. It only rose about four inches, maybe five, but much less than the height of a standard step. The dog stood on top of that tiny landing, staring off the side of it, like he was looking off the edge of the Grand Canyon, some 2,000-3,000 feet below him; as though he would plummet to his death if he were to step these couple of inches off the cement onto the earth… not to mention how he could even do it, since he clearly had almost no command or power over his legs—something nobody here seemed to notice, and something Henry had successfully hidden from them all (out of his love for them) and which I alone was now privy to see.

I sat quietly. I didn’t move a muscle. I blocked Henry from feeling my energy or knowing that I was watching him, so that he wouldn't know anyone was watching. I saw this dog stand there for almost a minute before he summoned the courage to take that one step off the landing, so that he could walk on the earth. When he finally did, his legs wobbled, his whole body shook, and he was filled with fear. He looked as though his legs would crumble and his bones would break beneath the weight of his beyond-frail body.

He hobbled about ten feet to a spot where he could hopefully lie down on the grass in the shade. Every time he tried to bend his legs, he would wince in pain, bearing facial expressions just like a person in extreme pain would do. The side of his mouth pulled to the side, stretched, and his eye wrinkled and stretched on the side. With every attempt, he would barely bend his legs an inch and try to lower his bottom, in an attempt to sit down—something all dogs instinctively do all their lives—but he couldn’t. He tried to lower his torso but couldn’t. He then began to walk slowly in circles, falsely believing (and yet hoping all the same) that if he went around and around enough times, he would wind up in a lying position without ever actually having to bend his legs. When he finally reached the ground, he winced again and just sat there. The whole drama took him several minutes:  to walk fifteen feet from the fireplace to the back door, and then another ten feet out onto the grass and lie down. This was something that, in his heyday, would have taken him less than thirty seconds, but it now took minutes… because nobody was around, so he didn’t have to hide. He never let them see his true level of pain because he knew they didn’t want to let him go. Seeing this really wrenched my heart even more—the violation that was going on here.

As I was saying, I gathered everybody together. Henry was back on his mat, in front of the fireplace. We all sat in a semi-circle around him, and then I started by saying, “This dog died a year and a half ago. He is in his light-body. He is only breathing because you folks won’t let him go. You have got to let this dog go.” I had My hands on Henry most of the time I spoke. I was simultaneously and telepathically speaking with him, and it was just so beautiful. Little by little, one by one, the beloveds in the room were surrendering. People started crying and saying, “Oh, I felt that all along and I knew.” (Only yesterday, when I first arrived, they were saying, “He is fine, he is doing much better,” when I asked them how they felt about the dog.) Today was the Day of Reckoning, and now it was My turn to take a stand for this poor dog. “Folks, wake up! This dog died a year and a half ago.”  I shared with them what I witnessed when no one was in the house, about how this dog could barely stand, walk, or even sit down.  I revealed to everyone how Henry had been using all the love and the strength he could muster, calling God’s help (no doubt) to hide it from them because he knew they wouldn’t let him go.

By now, everybody was crying, apologizing to Me, and apologizing to Henry, saying, “Oh, I knew. Why did I do this?” Next, I had them each come up to the dog, one by one, to apologize, tell him how much they loved him, and give him permission to leave this world. The whole ceremony took about an hour. In the end, Henry, our beautiful ashram dog, was finally at peace and thanked Me with all his heart. I was sitting next to him throughout the whole rite of passage, with the semi-circle of beloveds formed around us.  

I was speaking to the group about Henry's ties with Marianne, his need to go, and his wanting to move on. "This is what really serves him best and, really, what will connect everyone to Marianne’s spirit far more than torturing a dog that wants and needs to die." While I was talking, I happened to turn my head and notice today's local newspaper on the floor behind Peter (Henry's owner). On the cover was a full-page color photo of a middle-aged woman—similar to Marianne—with her dog, a dog just like Henry. The title of the cover story on the newspaper—where they live, on that same day I was there for this whole event—read something like:  “Saved at Last—a Woman Reunited with Her Dog.” (Interesting that the paper, which had been sitting, face up, right in front of everyone, was only noticed once everyone had gone through the healing and had agreed to go through with the euthanasia and finally let Henry go.) So there, on this newspaper, is the woman (symbolic of Marianne) hugging her dog, with this big, beaming smile on her face. I picked up the article and said, “What do you think of this? How auspicious is this! On today’s paper, on the day I am giving you this talk, Marianne will be reunited with Henry.” Everyone burst into tears, crying with happiness and joy at the synchronicity.

When all was said and done, Peter’s daughter, Monique, quietly reached into her pocket, pulled out her cell phone, and innocuously took a picture to capture this moment for posterity—-not thinking anything… just a little, quickie, low-grade photo on a cell phone. Then she said, “Oh my God. Pranananda, You need to see this.” She turned to show Me, and there was a picture of Henry with these two colored floodlights for eyes! His dog eyes were gone:  one was pure gold and other emerald green, the color of the heart chakra… just pure light. There he was, in his light-body—just as the Master had told them—happy as a clam, and ready to go.

We made an appointment with the vet to come and euthanize Henry the next day (her first available appointment). We were going to hold the cremation right here at the ashram. We were going to build a giant funeral pyre (for which we obtained a fire permit from the county) and cremate the body right on the same property where he spent the final years of his life. It was all so beautiful.

Everybody got to witness, first-hand, the power, the presence, the grace, and the divine orchestration of the Creator, in its glory and in its fullness. The lesson here is that we just need to get out of the way, and let Nature flow according to its own perfect order and timing and place. With God, all things are possible.

Thank you, Henry, for gifting us all such a wonderful, heart-opening, and transformational experience… but, mostly, thank you for giving us the joy and the privilege of sharing so many precious years with you. You truly will live in our hearts forever.

- Louix Dor Dempriey

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We all retired to bed. I fell into the deep sleep of someone who had not slept well for days and really needed to rest. Gavin was asleep beside me. At some point in the night (about 2 or 3 a.m.), Mirela burst into the room almost hysterically, gasping and saying that her room was on fire.  Gavin leapt out of bed and ran down the long corridor to her room. I followed quickly behind him. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I was confronted by a blanket of toxic black smoke. It had already spread from the rear of the house, all the way to the front (our bedroom was near the front door).

The back room was so thick with smoke that all we could see were the flames from the fallen candle leaping up the thick curtains. We managed to put out the flames, and then we all sat out on the front porch to collect our thoughts.

Our faces were all covered in black soot, Mirela’s was the darkest. She sat quietly for a few moments, then told me that before she went to sleep the previous evening, she had looked at the photo of Pranananda and said “I don’t know who you are, or what you do, but could you please make sure that I don’t burn the house down with this candle?” She had been nervous about leaving it burning, but had decided to keep it lit to have a source of light in an otherwise very dark house. She then took a few strong sleeping tablets (as she regularly did) and, in her own words, “passed out completely.”

Mirela then recounted to Gavin and I how she had been awakened during the night by “a presence” that had told her to wake up. As she told me this, tears began to roll down her face. She turned to us and said, “I know that it was he (Pranananda) who woke me… I just know it was.” This was the first time I had seen her cry.

Mirela used to be impossible to wake up—at the best of times, let alone heavily sedated. She was asthmatic and could not see more than a foot in front of her without her glasses on. On top of that, she had been breathing in thick smoke for quite some time, which usually causes people to perish in their sleep.

She had heard the voice of the Divine, which had awakened her and allowed her to escape the burning room.  If she had not done that, we would not have awakened either, and the rest of the house would have burnt down. Our smoke alarms were in the kitchen drawer awaiting new batteries.

I was never sure what the greater miracle was:  the events that transpired, or the fact that my street-smart, tough, cynical friend had put aside her natural inclination to disbelieve anything “spiritual” and open her heart to the Grace of my Beloved Guru—an Avatar whom she knew almost nothing about.

Later that day we were examining the damage, and were all astonished (our eyes were fairly popping out of our heads) to see that the photo of Pranananda and my beautiful carved wooden jewelry box that was given to us as a wedding gift were completely untouched by the fire—even though the candle had started the fire right next to them.

A few weeks later the back room had to be completely stripped and refurnished. Thankfully, our landlady’s insurance covered it, with only a small gap that was to be paid by us. I am infinitely grateful to God, and to Pranananda, as the damage could have been far, far greater and much more serious.

As my mind grasped the seemingly impossible facts, my heart opened more and more. I realised that we had been blessed with a second chance that a lot of people never get. I wept as I acknowledged that, even though I had strayed so far down a dark and dubious path (my heart and focus having drifted far away from Pranananda for quite some time), my Guru’s mantle of protection still held me and my loved ones safely within it.

-  Monique McIntosh
Kingston, Tasmania
 

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The evening of Easter Sunday, an owl killed a mother opossum at Louix’s home, leaving her four baby possums to fend for themselves. Later that week, one of these babies fell into the pool in the backyard, but Louix saved it and they became fast friends. This footage captures the love and tenderness that Louix has for even the tiniest of God’s creatures.

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This video clip was filmed during a pilgrimage through India, led by Louix Dor Dempriey  in October 2002. Angeli Adonai recounts a miracle he witnessed prior to the trip, whereby Louix spontaneously healed His 18-month-old daughter of a severe allergic reaction and its resulting case of hives—an act accomplished through the immense power of His unconditional love.

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Two nights later we were blessed with an evening of pranayama (a sacred breathing exercise for moving into higher states of consciousness). This evening will forever be known as the “Samadhi Tsunami” due to the tidal waves of love that infused everyone in the room. Guruji worked His magic, tending to each individual, and the collective group. To have a God-realized Being oversee such a powerful healing experience simply took it out into the stratosphere. Lifetimes of emotional blocks and karma are lifted from one’s being through deep trust and surrender to the process, and to God.

It was after the pranic breathing that I had an experience that changed me, and the way that I knew my Guru, forever. We had begun to share our experiences of the pranayama, and I was sitting with my husband at the back of the room. It was funny, because I felt that I had to share my experience, but, to do so, I ought to sit before Guruji. I had no idea why, but I simply followed my instinct. My experience had been one of feeling enormous freedom from a very deep wound that I had let go of. In so doing, I was feeling so much gratitude to Guruji for His assistance in getting me through a very personal issue, and for all that He has done to help my family.

As I knelt at His feet and began telling Him of my gratitude, the tears began falling as my heart opened and the love that I experienced felt like it flooded the entire planet. I cried and cried feeling so much love and so much happiness. I sat back, still feeling my open heart, and I looked up at Guruji. His eyes had changed, and I knew that He had moved into a deep state of samadhi. As our eyes connected, I instantly felt the power and force of the current emanating from His eyes and I began shaking and laughing as it overwhelmed me. I lay back down on the floor, more so because I couldn’t sit up with the force of the laughter. The current became stronger and stronger and the laughing was getting more and more hysterical—it was fantastic! It reached a certain point when all of a sudden I could see, feel, and from some deep recess within me, remember, who this Man was that sat before me.

I could see Guruji walking towards me. His pure, golden aura so large that I couldn’t see the edge of it, and it was almost blinding. It was as though He were made of gold. And as I saw this image, I felt Him, truly felt Him, and the power of God fill me and fill everything in creation. I began to laugh even harder as I witnessed everything that He had ever done for anyone flash through my consciousness like a movie on high speed—all the while, still uncontrollably laughing. I actually had to stop looking directly at Him for I thought that I might literally explode. As the laughing reached the next level (where I almost could not breathe) I pointed (at where I thought He was, because I couldn’t open my eyes from laughing so hard) and called to Him and said, “I know who You are.” I then lost it again as I saw in my mind’s eye how many people thought of Him as simply a man with a beard wearing robes. It was so, so funny to me and I kept on laughing uncontrollably as the reality of what I saw hit me. Louix Dor Dempriey is anything but a man in a robe with a beard. His mission and His life’s purpose is written upon the Heaven’s to reveal Truth as it has never been delivered nor heard before. Many will try to stop Him, but they will not succeed. That is a simple fact, as spoken to me by God.

As the experience began to lessen in intensity, I moved over to Guruji and lay at His feet. I continued receiving bolts of Shakti, only now it was different, soothing, and blissful. The gratitude that I felt was so great, and I kept weeping whenever my thoughts would wander to what I had just experienced. I knew that from this night forward that I would see the world quite differently.

I do not remember how long I lay there, what I do remember is how beautiful and peaceful it was to be at the feet of my Guru. Thank You, Guruji.
 

- Kharananda Mayi
Melbourne, Australia

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One of the greatest blessings I received was the gift of sharing a home with my Guru during His stay. I live in an ashram. I have chosen a life that sources my journey to the self-love, and the experience of my own divinity—which I have so hungered for. I have chosen God as my life. But how much have I truly allowed myself to feel and experience God’s presence and love in my everyday life? The fact is that I have often made the choice to intellectualize the truth that God is with me. I had been living as though the experience of God was a temporary feeling of peace or bliss, brought on by some form of sacred practice or by being with my Guru. I had indeed limited my experience to a large degree, prior to my Guru’s arrival; yet, with His presence it all came rushing back again. What was most profound and unique about my time with Him was the new perspective which I was now being offered.

There is something to be said about what is opened up in one’s heart in the presence of a Master. As though I had been transported into another realm, this ashram home of mine started to look quite different to my eyes. A romance started to form, and an excitement began to move me. I watched as, suddenly, the roses shone with more luster. The whole garden appeared to stand up tall, as though trying to look its very best. The house emanated a current; a soft, warm vibration that commanded and echoed a peaceful silence, even when the house was filled with activity. I looked more carefully and saw things more fully, as God’s reality began to reveal itself within me. With new eyes I began to see not merely heaven on earth, but heaven in my own home… in the simplest of tasks and on the most "uneventful" of days. By way of His example, I felt a new reverence and respect for the walls which have housed me. For Him, everything is God, everything is sacred. To watch that truth in action is positively enchanting.

I discovered that the smallest action can become a meditation of love, whereby buttering a piece of toast is as much a sacred act as setting up a room for an event. My heart was constantly swelling with love, and I was often close to tears while arranging a vase of flowers or making a bed. I learned, through Him, how everything becomes a prayer and an act of supplication. I experienced a dream-like flow and rhythm to all things.

My Guru illustrated the fullness with which one can live every moment of life in communion with God. When I tap into this knowing, a veil is lifted and I feel God’s presence romancing me, calling to me, wherever I am. I was reminded—by the mere presence of Guruji—that heaven lives within my heart and I can access it in any situation. Pranananda takes heaven wherever He goes…. Why shouldn’t I?

The perspective I gained during Pranananda’s stay in my home is a new understanding of freedom. And this is a Gift among gifts for me, one from which I have continued to learn, long after my Guru boarded His plane for America.

- Bonny Howarth
Melbourne, Australia

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On the 1^_st of August 2005, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had multiple lumps around my neck and had difficulty breathing. The doctors said I had lymphoma, cancer of the lymphatic system. I did not know what that meant; all I knew was that the lymphatic system was very important to filter out toxins in the body, and, if that wasn’t working, then I was in big trouble. The cancer had spread to my upper and lower diaphragm—Stage Three B Hodgkins Disease. I had my sister with me when I received this news, and when I looked at her she reflected what I was feeling—terrified and shocked. My mind was racing. Was I going to live? How could I ever get my mind around that? I was grateful that I had a Guru—Pranananda—in my life so that, no matter what I was about to face, I was not going to have to face it alone. Discovering why I had manifested cancer was going to be the biggest lesson of my life.

Twice before in my life I had to wait for a diagnosis of whether I had cancer. At 27 years of age, I had laser treatment to remove tissues for cervical cancer. When I was 39, about 2 ½ years ago, I had two benign tumors removed from both sides of my groin area. The tumors—Schwannoma, tumor of the nerves—had been growing for the last fifteen or twenty years! When I was told that I had cancer, my whole life changed in that moment. It was the first time in my life that I had to focus on myself or I wasn’t going to survive—there was no question about that.

The first step was to talk to Pranananda. I was told that I was going to die in three weeks, even though the cancer had not reached any of my major organs. Pranananda stated that I could be cured by using a special mantra, a vegan diet, urine therapy, and oxygen therapy. Due to the fear I felt at the time, I chose chemotherapy instead of His advice.

One night I woke up feeling as if the cancer was attacking my body. I was in total panic and knew that my emotions were eating away at me. I knew that I had difficulties in expressing my emotions and was not even able to cry about it. I had to immediately phone Pranananda. Of all the people on this planet, if I didn’t let Him help me I was going to be in big trouble. My emotions were so painful, but the choice I faced was to feel them or let them kill me. I had to learn to love and care for myself. That was the most difficult thing for me, as I had always focused on caring for other people.

In one of the phone calls with Pranananda, I had to choose to live or to die. It wasn’t easy for me to make that choice. Why? I’d rather die than feel the pain. So, again, I was grateful to have my beloved Pranananda to assist me and allow the process of healing. Thank You for not judging me, and for allowing me to be, even when I did not fully listen to You.

After my first treatment of chemotherapy, I spent six days in hospital with horrible infections. I had a high fever and high liver cell count, and these two factors alone were enough to kill me. I was so ill, for a moment I even forgot I had cancer! I know that Pranananda had intervened to help me to stay alive.

For the next five months, I waited for Pranananda to arrive in Australia; He was coming for a retreat at the end of the year. That was what kept me alive. No matter what I went through with the chemotherapy, I knew that if I did not fully accept why I had manifested the disease in my body, the cancer would surely return.

The Melbourne retreat was an extraordinary event. I was well looked after, and even had a bed set up at the back of the main room for me to participate with everyone. If I needed to rest I was able to, without leaving the room. In past experience with Pranananda’s workshops and pilgrimages, I knew that everyone was cared for, no matter what their condition.

When the time came for me to address my healing (why I created the cancer), Pranananda came to sit with me at the back of the room where my bed was set up. Everyone turned to face the back of the room, and many people left their seats and sat in front of me. Pranananda worked with me to help me discover why I had created the cancer. We also explored why I chose the chemotherapy over the guidance of my Guru. Apart from the fear I went into, there was a voice in me saying "chemotherapy." Why? He explained that I wanted and needed to prove to myself that people really do love me and keeping the cancer was the means I chose to heal the false belief system that I was unlovable. I chose to experience the hardship over the Grace of God, so that I could prove to myself that I was lovable, by way of having so many people caring for me during my many months of chemotherapy.

Then, Pranananda invited a few people to look into my eyes and say what they love about me. I had to really "get" that I was loved by others. I was in tears and felt everyone’s wide-open hearts. There was no-one in the room without a tear in his/her eyes. Meanwhile, Pranananda was working on my body—physically and energetically—to transmute the cancer. I felt that happening within my body and actually felt like I had wings coming out of my back, like the wings of an angel. I felt like the wings were stuck, but Pranananda reassured me they were fully open. I commented that, "I’m glad You can see more than I can!" Pranananda often calls me an angel!

The process took more than two hours, and, at the end, I felt totally transformed. People said they could see a huge change in my face, and I felt it in my whole body. I was glowing. Prior to the retreat I was feeling lousy. I had constant nausea, reflux in the stomach, and fatigue. I had chemotherapy the day before the retreat and should have been feeling its effects by the next day, the day of my healing. Instead, after the healing I felt really good; I was shining like an angel.

Everyone had participated in the process of my healing. I felt the cancer being transformed and leaving my body. By the time the retreat began, I had the courage to face the distorted behaviors I had been indulging in—behaviors that had prevented me from healing this disease. It was not easy; but during my healing I felt safe. I knew that no-one was judging me, and I finally stopped judging myself. I understood that we all have things we hang on to that stop us from being close to God. At the end of the retreat, I looked at Pranananda and experienced the full current of God roaring through my body—much better than the chemo! I hope that I can gift my experience to others, to help them come to God.

Pranananda helped me to change my thoughts, and to allow the gift of the cancer to take place within me. I had to know, feel, and believe that I was lovable. This allowed other people to heal, as well. Thank You, Pranananda, and everyone at the retreat who opened their hearts to me. Thank you to all my ashram family, biological family, and friends who helped to prepare me for the healing at the retreat. I felt truly loved and cared for.

The most profound saying that Pranananda spoke during my healing was, "You cannot be all things to all people, but you can be everything to yourself."

Thank You, Pranananda. I am so blessed, I am so grateful!

I love You with all my heart,

- Rose Anselmo
Melbourne, Australia

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If you are willing to be “totally spent” in His work,
He will make you an instrument of value and worth.

If you will humble yourself in His presence,
He will set you in a place of honor and respect.

God want to elevate you and me in our communities, not as a pastor or as a great teacher, but He want people to look upon us and say, “There is a man who walks with God, PRAISE THE LORD. When that man prays, things happens. When he minister, lives are transformed.”

Brothers and Sisters of LOUIX’S COMMUNITY, one night I was in Busia (Busia is a border town that is between Kenya and Uganda) to participate on my friend’s burial ceremony. Next morning I went to the local church in the area. After service I received a call asking me to return to Nairobi immediately.

One of the church members had suffered a massive heart attack and was in critical condition. It was a rainy, cold night with the bridges and roads at the point of washed over. I was exhausted and the lonely drive over treacherous roads took hours.

Finally, I arrived at Nairobi in the wee hours of the morning. I found the brother had been taken to the hospital, so I decided to visit him in the hospital. In the hospital Nurse met me and said, “Reverend, we have been waiting for you. The patient won’t let us do anything for him until the Boss get here.”

I responded by saying, “I am not reverend. I do not hold such big title. I am a mere disciple.” Then he took me to his room. A catholic nun met me at the door and asked, “Are you the Boss?” I said, “I guess I am.” From the time he had surrendered and been delivered of alcohol three years earlier, he had never called me anything but “Boss.” It was his way of showing respect.

I walked to his bed, laid my hands on him and then prayed a simple, short prayer. Then I asked him to chant with me, “PRANANANDA-OM” 108 times.

What surprises the hospital staff, including me, was how the man jumped out of his bed and demanded that he be given his clothes. He was completely healed of a massive heart attack. Within a few minutes he walked out of that hospital, strong and well.

Thank You, His Holiness Beloved Pranananda. Your presence on me have make me do a lot.

God Bless You.

Your Disciple,

- Francis Ooko
Kisumu, Kenya

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At 7:00 a.m. the next morning, I was back helping to get the children up and ready for school. A little while later, Louix came downstairs with Ariel to have breakfast. Ariel asked for the back door to be opened and she found the lizard that had been placed outside the previous night! She asked Louix to have a look at the lizard she had found. It was about four inches long and quite friendly. As Louix reached out to touch it, the lizard ran up His arm and settled on His head. For the rest of the morning the lizard wouldn’t move; it just stayed on Louix’s head. Louix went upstairs, then shaved and dressed. The lizard stayed put! Louix had breakfast, and then walked around the house. The lizard didn’t move! At this stage, I felt this was something special happening, so I grabbed the video camera and took some footage of this persistent lizard.

On Fridays, Louix would normally go to the market to buy fresh flowers and fruit for the house. He asked Ariel what should be done with the lizard. She suggested that the lizard come to the market. Louix drove to the farmers’ market, and the lizard was quite content to sit on His head, despite the twisting and turning of the car and the turning of the steering wheel. Once at the market, a few of the merchants made comments about the lizard. “Do you know you have a lizard on your head?” they asked. Louix just smiled and confirmed that it was there, and that it had been all morning. We shopped for about an hour and then drove home. The lizard didn’t move at all! It was a warm, sunny day, and the lizard was in the sun a lot of the time at the market. This didn’t deter it at all; it just calmly stayed in Louix’s hair.

Back at Louix’s home, Lynda (my wife) and I prepared lunch with some of the vegetables bought at the market. We shared lunch with Louix and other disciples, and still the lizard stayed. After lunch, while other disciples cleaned the table, Lynda and I were gifted with a discourse from Louix. The lizard stayed for most of the discourse, then at one point started to move from Louix’s head and down His arm. Louix placed the lizard in the garden, and it went on its merry way. I was able to capture this event on video, too! The lizard stayed in place on Louix’s head from 9:00 a.m. until after 2:00 p.m., and even left gracefully, gently walking down Louix’s arm into the garden!

This event had further significance. In the evening there was a service for Paula, who had passed away earlier in the year. It was a beautiful service on the beach, with a bonfire, and an altar bearing a lovely picture of Paula (taken during the India pilgrimage in 2002). At one point during the service, Louix described how the lizard had come to Him during the day. He explained that it was Paula who had come to be with Him for the day of her birthday and remembrance service. It was quite a remarkable day!

- Ron Hansen
Melbourne, Australia

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This photo was taken on February 6^_th, 2001 by Grant, a seven-year-old boy from Sydney, Australia. His mother, Coral, was with him while they watched in astonishment as the image of their beloved Guru spontaneously materialized on a Polaroid photo taken in His absence. The gift of renewed and deepened faith that this photo brought to one little boy, his mother, and to all who see it is so simple and yet the most powerful truth of all—that God is with us always. This is the story of the miracle photo:

Grant had come home from school early and was very quiet. For anyone who knows this little angel, that is not his usual state of being. He was sitting at the opposite end of the table from me, next to his beloved Guru, and everyone could feel his sadness and pain. Louix asked Grant what was wrong, so he explained that no one at school would talk or sit with him. Children had been either teasing him or ignoring him.

It broke my heart to see the confusion on his face at being treated that way. This little boy is such a beacon of love and light. It is hard to understand why he wouldn’t have children around him all the time. Louix sat down with Grant and lovingly shared a story from His own childhood about a time when He had felt like Grant did. Louix explained some of the reasons why Grant had been treated the way he was. Louix told Grant that, when He was his age, He, too, had not been able to understand the world or how and why people were so hurtful. He explained how He had wanted to die because of the pain and, at the same time, He loved life so much that He felt trapped. Basically, it was too painful to stay and too painful to leave.

Louix explained to Grant that his love for, and connection with, God that so effortlessly shine from him were among the reasons children were behaving the way they were. He told Grant that many people are afraid of the angels and beings that he sees, so he needed to be careful with whom he shared these things. Louix taught him about the “bridging race” of souls, which included Grant’s, and of how they are here to assist people in the transition from the illusion of separation—in which the world as it is known today lives—into the world of ultimate reality, a world of oneness and in perfect love with God. He also assured Grant that he would begin to make friends with other children who also had experiences like his, but had been afraid to share them because they, too, had been ridiculed.

Louix assured Grant that He is always with him, no matter where he is, and He asked Grant to call upon Him whenever he felt afraid, alone, or unsure. He asked Grant to remember that when the children are teasing him, it is because their hearts are hurting and that, if Grant gives them love in return, he will help them to heal their hearts—as well as his own. Grant was definitely happier when he left that evening, and he agreed to go to school the next morning.

It was about 10:00 a.m. the following morning when Grant, his mother, and a friend came over to the house where Louix and I were staying. They burst through the door, talking wildly of a miracle that had happened earlier that morning.

Despite the talk with Louix the night previous, Grant had again become very agitated and angry about having to go to school. He was saying to his mother that he did not want to go and, in a mixture of anger and sadness, picked up his little instamatic camera, turned around, and took a photo of the painting on the wall behind him. He did not know why he did; he just turned and took the picture.

He pulled the picture from the camera and, as it was developing in front of him, called to his mother and asked what was the image that was appearing in front of the painting. As it developed further, it became clear to both of them that Louix was materializing in the photo. His image was transparent—almost ghostlike. Coral was at once mystified by what she saw and in the full realization of the profound miracle that had just happened. She asked Grant if he now believed that Louix was with him always. Grant nodded that he did, indeed, now believe.

Later that morning, Coral took the photo to a photo-finishing laboratory to enlarge the image, since the original was relatively small. When asked to comment on the photo, the salesman behind the counter looked at the picture and said to Coral that it was “obviously a double exposure.” Coral looked the man in the eyes and said, “No. It is Spirit.” Coral asked the man to explain how this photo could be a double exposure. He explained how the last image taken with a camera can appear in the next picture, noting that—in this particular case—the image of the person would have been the most recently taken photo.

Coral then said that it could not possibly be a double exposure, because the man in the photo was not present when the photos on her son’s camera were taken. The salesman looked stunned.

Upon hearing his mother’s recounting what the photo lab technician said, Grant began showing signs of doubt about the morning’s miracle. He remembered taking pictures of his Guru the night before and, putting two and two together, figured that the last picture he took of Louix the previous night doubled with the one he took of the wall in his kitchen the following morning. He said that he had double exposures on the camera before, so maybe this wasn’t really a miracle after all.

Without missing a beat, Louix smiled and asked Grant to bring the photo over to Him. Louix quickly shielded the photo from this little angel and then asked Grant to tell Him what He had been wearing the night before. (The rest of us in the room were wondering where Louix was heading with this line of questioning.) Grant recalled that it was a green outfit. He then asked Grant to tell Him how He was wearing His hair that night. Grant immediately recalled that Louix’s hair was hanging loosely over His shoulders. Louix had also worn His glasses the previous night, reminding Grant that He always wears them to the movies. Lastly, all four of us presently in the room remembered that only group photos were taken at the movie theater—none of Him alone.

Louix then showed His young disciple the photo he had just taken that same morning. As you can see in the photo, Louix appears without eyeglasses, is wearing a cream-coloured outfit, and His beyond-shoulder-length hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Grant’s face was again beaming!

Louix went on to say to Grant:  “I am everywhere at all times. All you need to do is call upon Me and I am there. In fact, I came into your photo, My beautiful boy, to show you and all My children that even when you do not call upon Me, even when you doubt, fear, or disbelieve in Me, I am still with you. And I shall always be with you, now and until the end of time.”

The beautiful gift of this photo was not only for the benefit of one little boy. It was another opportunity for the world to see the truth—that God is with us ALL in every moment of our lives. We need only to open our hearts and receive the bountiful gifts that He offers.

- Kharananda Mayi
Melbourne, Australia

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