“Worship her as the Divine Mother”

Before she left India, I took my mother to the plains to see the Taj Mahal and do some touring. As we left Kainchi to go on our trip, we walked out of the temple and crossed the bridge over the river. We were about to get into the car and drive away when Mom looked back into the temple where Maharaj-ji was sitting. All of a sudden, she burst out crying like a baby. At the time, I thought she was worried about the number of cars that we had to navigate through to start our journey home because I think that anyone would be horrified by these pictures if they ever saw them. To be honest, I am quite surprised that there aren’t more vehicle accidents that happen every day, as the roads just don’t look safe at all. In fact, whilst we were at the Taj Mahal, we overheard someone saying how they had to call a personal injury lawyer, (learn more here) because they had just picked up minor injuries in a car accident because of this very reason. Now if that was why my Mom was crying, I would completely understand, and I probably would’ve joined her in having one too. But up to the day she died she had no idea what happened in that moment. She had much suffering in her life, but whenever anyone asked her about her visit to India, a strange look would come over her face and she’d tell her story like child, full of wonder. But then when it was over, she’d go back to her usual self.