I woke up at 3.15am (Western Australia time) to be with you, my Beloved, at the first ever Live Satsang. I know that my computer is not able to transmit this Live broadcast because it has the slowest internet speed of 24kps as fast-speed cable broadband is not available where I live.Nonetheless,something immense within the Heart of my heart propelled this form out of bed and in front of the computer, every cell in my Being electrifying with uncommon excitement.

At 3.45am the Live Broadcast began but all that was transmitted to my computer screen was a blur static picture of your ever beautiful form that appeared and disappeared every few minutes and occasional sound of a word was heard every 10 minutes. Many emotions werearising...anger, frustration,sadness and pain gripped me as my mind yelled stories of the inadequacy of the computer, the technologically-disadvantaged area where I live, and themissing out on this precious moment to be at the feet of my Beloved, whom I long to be with since our one meeting 2 years ago.

Yet amazingly, in the depth of these emotions, in the depth of an instant beyond space and time, overwhelming beingness is Here, Peace is Here, the "I" is Peace ITSELF, here, there, everywhere and no-where; full and complete yet empty, needing to be no-where, needing no-thing and needing no-body, Truth Is, SELF Is. Peace, Love and Joy...unspeakable and causeless, mysteriously spontaneous and intensely alive!

The one True transmission at 3.45am that morning is the silent transmission of your amazing GRACE to the Heart of my heart as ONE sublime SELF, there's no other. This transmission transcends geography, physicality, words, forms and formlessness. The habit of mind to struggle and move is very strong but the amazing GRACE always reveal that everything moves, happens, appears and disappears As SELF, In SELF.

In the context of this cosmic play of Leela, I am so very HAPPY to meet you in these particular forms, you as my beloved Guru and I as the dancing "headless chicken" with a mighty Heart singing "I LOVE YOU, GANGAJI"; and at the same time, realising that in Truth, this is simply yet profoundly unknowable SELF meeting SELF. No words, just this humbling beingness dancing spontaneously as Love, in Love. In this life-stream of mere bones and flesh, this form is naturally flowing in service to Truth.

In Love and Gratitude always,
MayTing {1+1=11}