Why is it that when
I look at a website full of women, my first reaction is to cringe and turn away?
Why do I have to remind myself that it isn't pornography? Perhaps it is from
conditioning that something fishy is going on and this could be yet another
exploitation of women of the third world countries. Viewed as sexual toys,
second class citizens, and sometimes property, I had to suspend judgment as the
screen reveals beautiful faces, one after the next.
My fear of female
exploitation leads to an acceptance of women on a very grand scale. These are
not only lovely faces but are the faces of the mothers of the children of the
world, of the Aquarian Age. What we see here is the next generation of humans
that will walk this earth. I can almost feel what each photo says. The eyes are
indeed the windows to the soul. I can feel their joy, their sense of duty, their
sorrow, their confidence, their incredible strength, as well as their radiant
As the faces skip
by on the screen, I wonder how happy they are with themselves or do they wish to
change something about them because it "just isn't good enough"? I wonder if
they think these things or is it just in America that we are so insecure that we
actually listen to what print ads, magazines, and TV tell us?
During my four
month visit to India, I noticed that life was so hard in so many ways. Sure the
women worked hard every day, hours toiling in the fields and selling their wares
in the streets just to be able to put something on the dinner table each night.
Then of course, there were women working in the big corporate offices, wearing
fancy clothing, carrying the latest technology and having their drivers take
them to the shopping malls. It didn't seem to matter what kind of life they
lived, the point is, they lived each day by the grace of the Source. It is like
many raindrops from the same cloud. We are all female expressions of the Divine
Mother. I look at them and I see myself. If I could walk in their shoes, would I
work hard like them? Most likely yes. In that survival mode, I too would do
anything. Then when the life focus shifts from survival mentality to
maintaining, the luxury of reflection is afforded and one becomes conscious. In
that awakened state, I call conscious, one can decide how one chooses to live
My teacher, H.H. Sai Maa Lakshmi Devi, refers to the USA as the Ultimate Self Awareness. In one
of Osho's recording, I heard a very similar message that spiritual awareness
happens not in the land of the poor but in the land of the rich where one is so
void inside that one surrounds oneself with material goods. I look at these
nameless faces and I can sense their joy. I ask myself, did they choose this
life? Did they agree to the arranged marriage? Did they choose to live with the
husband's family and to serve his parents for the rest of their lives? I wonder
how much of life's decisions are conscious ones and how much is karma working
itself out? Can you really change your life when it is rooted in thousands of
years of tradition? I was quite perturbed in India witnessing so many of its
crimes to humanity. I felt so helpless. Here I was educated and traveling the
world, and yet there was not a single thing I can do to protect the exploited.
So, I thought I'd express myself freely here.
forced to work at such young ages to contribute to the family. Women working
multiple jobs and long hours while their husbands didn't. It is surely a test
of the human spirit. I bow down in reverence to women around the world for what
they are subjected to everyday. I count myself lucky to live in America, the
land of the free. We just celebrated Memorial Day yesterday and I am reminded at
the price we pay for Freedom.
When I returned
home from my long journey to the east, I almost kissed the ground as soon as I
stepped off the plane. Oh, how wonderful it is to be able to express myself, to
laugh freely, to wear what I want, to dance, to embrace what moves me. I was on
lock down for months and hadn't realized it until I walked through the airport
at Los Angeles. Oh, how freely people laughed, how they wore their hair, their
unpressed clothing, their casual smiles and their free spirits. Their stress
seems to come by not knowing where to eat dinner that night and not whether they
would have anything to eat for dinner. It is a big difference.
I longed for this
carefree life everywhere I travel to. I try so hard to respect the local
cultures and not to be that abrasive American tourist when I travel. However, I
must admit, being FREE is so vital to my identity that I do wish for all women
of the world to live this way.
Would it create
resistance and ramifications? Sure.
Would it be
comfortable? Absolutely not.
Then why wish for
change? Because you are women, you have the power.
Yogi Bhajan taught
me that I have the seed to become a very loving soul, a caretaker of this
planet, a Guru Dev Mata, the transparent teacher. You are Guru Dev Mata. You are
the one who brings life to the planet, the first teacher of all beings. So why
would we as women have to bow down to men? Did we not give birth to them?
It is time for the
Divine Mother to reappear and reclaim her power. I never thought of myself as a
feminist but right now, I am a big supporter of being human. Are you not human
and are these not your God given rights? To breathe freely? To fully explore the
life you were born to live? To live life as a choice and not as a duty?
idealistic thoughts are too foreign; however, I think this is the time to shake
things up. Start saying "no" and see what happens, I dare you. Your structure
will start to crumble as what no longer serves you will simply disappear. Stop
buying into old self-limiting patterns that seem to hold you back. Live life
like you never before. As far as I can see, you really have nothing to lose.
Take a step forward
with me. It's time to be you, Ji (beloved).
It's time for the walls to crumble
and let the LIGHT SHINE IN.
May you be
victorious in all of your battles.
May you walk tall
with grace, integrity, and honor.