Dearest Jody and Ted:
Per your request, Jody, here's my Christmas visit story. I don't think I have ever shared this with anyone but Jack.
It was late dusk in Prasanthi Nilayam, Christmas day—I think in the early 1990s. Darkness was bringing a nice quiet after a long, bustling day.
I knew that Jack and Arthur, both on the Christmas Program, would be joining the special feast at the Western Canteen. I just wanted to be alone, and found myself standing at the corner of the old Poorna Chandra auditorium near the gate where Swami enters. (In those days His house was upstairs in that building); I was as close to Him as I could get. Quiet at last, inhaling the softness of the night, I noticed the sky had turned almost black.
Suddenly, the darkness began to stir. Hundreds of little streaks of light filled the sky. They seemed to float, but their movement was purposeful too. A woman who had slipped in behind me whispered to herself, “Oh, the Devas are here, the Devas are here.”
I blurted, “What does that mean?” She said, It’s the Celestial Beings. They’ve come to take Swami’s padanamiskar. Haven’t been here for a long time.” The soft lights, now magnifying, continued their dance, making me feel a little floaty too. And uplifted.
I stayed there for another blessed half-hour or so, watching those lights as they appeared to join together. To me, it was no longer night but all light.
Now, a generation later, I still feel blessed by that holy Christmas visit.
With much love,