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Question:Yes I have met Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi.
I was walking near St James Park in London one sunny evening.
As I came close to Caxton Hall I began to feel very peaceful and joyful, which I have to say was a relief because I had been feeling quite tense up 'till then. I went naturally into that state of awareness you sometimes get when you feel like a happy alert child, totally aware and without thoughts, enjoying the intrinsic beauty of everything surrounding me.
As I was walking past Caxton Hall I saw a notice in the foyer with a photograph of a smiling Indian lady upon it. It was advertising a yoga meditation there at that moment and free of charge . I'd had a vision of the lady in the photo a few years earlier but I'd shrugged it off as an hallucination. So of course I entered the building and sniffed out the room where Shri Mataji was talking to a tiny audience, who all had their hands out towards her. (I know this sounds too fantastic ....oh but who cares). By the time I found her I was in a very blissful state. When she looked at me I felt something bubbling up inside me, everyone was so radiant, this fountain of coolness just started pouring. It was the kundalini.
I've met her many times since. She travels the world giving realization en mass. She sais it's blossom time. Time for everyone to get their realization.
Once you have it you can give it to others.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Yes I have met Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi.
I was walking near St James Park in London one sunny evening.
As I came close to Caxton Hall I began to feel very peaceful and joyful, which I have to say was a relief because I had been feeling quite tense up 'till then. I went naturally into that state of awareness you sometimes get when you feel like a happy alert child, totally aware and without thoughts, enjoying the intrinsic beauty of everything surrounding me.
As I was walking past Caxton Hall I saw a notice in the foyer with a photograph of a smiling Indian lady upon it. It was advertising a yoga meditation there at that moment and free of charge . I'd had a vision of the lady in the photo a few years earlier but I'd shrugged it off as an hallucination. So of course I entered the building and sniffed out the room where Shri Mataji was talking to a tiny audience, who all had their hands out towards her. (I know this sounds too fantastic ....oh but who cares). By the time I found her I was in a very blissful state. When she looked at me I felt something bubbling up inside me, everyone was so radiant, this fountain of coolness just started pouring. It was the kundalini.
I've met her many times since. She travels the world giving realization en mass. She sais it's blossom time. Time for everyone to get their realization.
Once you have it you can give it to others.

I almost died once, by my own hand, of a massive drug overdose....and in that horrid time, I did encounter something that did communicate with me and keep me alive, saving my life....

The presence I found was spiritual, but I'm not sure the terms "age" or "oldest" apply here. Part of it was that I was delirious and on the ragged edge of dying at the time, so I really wasn't perceiving time so well....but part of it also had to be that the presence felt *Timeless* or like it existed *outside* of our calculus of time.

Having said all that.

There was light, literally a downpour of it, as if it were raining photons. All around me, and within me were a multitude of voices telling me, "Don't die, we need you." and "Don't go, you have a purpose." and "You're not done yet, we have *Plans* for you." It seemed like every point of light around me, abiding within me, was begging me to live and keeping my liver and heart from dying of the poison I inflicted on them.

It was fairly serious too. I had taken a whole *month's worth* of my mother's medication, a seriously toxic stimulant people with emphysema take to *breathe*. Mom had to have blood work done *every month* to make sure her liver and bloodstream were holding up. She was on the highest dose of the stuff.

I was wide awake and delirious for three days straight, and had gone out to a dark corner of a local park to die alone. I should have died. My heart should have quit.

The third day in, was when I encountered the light. And for all of the multitude of voices, for all of the chorus-like effect....I understood that there was *one real mind*, or one real mentality, personality, behind it all.

Basically, that which saved my life existed in *way more* than the three basic dimensions of space. It had to. That was the *only* way it could be at once unitary *and also* a multitude at the same exact time. It had to be a *species* of being *joined at* a tangent point somewhere within a fourth or higher dimension. You know, like how in physics a fourth-dimensional *hypercube* is made out of eight 3-D cubes, all joined at *right angles*: top, bottom, left, right, front, back, inside and also outside. That.

It was something that couldn't fully *exist* in our limited space without serious distortions going on, hence the "many in one" contradiction.

I'm not sure whether that being, that which saved my life, was the Almighty or not....but it did in fact save my life. I was all of 22 at the time, and I'm 41 these days. The 20th anniversary of that event approaches.

But I do know the being is timeless, multi-dimensional, and it seems *benevolent* on a basic level. I didn't sense any malice, intent to harm, or mischief from the light then. It was more a sense of compassion, curiousity, and concern. Like the presence was just *getting to know me* and didn't want me to go.

Sometimes I have my bad days....and I do *doubt* the sincerity and goodwill of that light. After all, I was literally drugged out of my mind at the time. But those days are few and far between...and in spite of them, I haven't tried to die since then, and I haven't been arrogant enough to *deny* the existence of a god since then. So you could say whatever light that was, that abided with me and within me in that blackest night....it was sincere, and acting out of good will *in spite of* my own interpretations on it.

I still live, after all, in remarkably *good health* physically, 20 years after the fact. For an older, overweight guy, my blood pressure, cholesterol levels have stayed consistently low, and so far the hormones are within normal ranges....it's weird, no matter how little I take care of myself, my body just adapts, hurts a little, and keeps on ticking.

It's left a mark, ok? ^_^ I hope this helps, and thanks for your time.

The oldest spiritual being that I know was old is my 97 yr old Aunt and she is very spiritual. I have had supernatural experiences that were spiritual but I don't know how old the "others" were.

God, if eternal, can not be old, so any answered prayer to God doesn't fit the definition.

Good luck with your spiritual life, good mental health, peace and Love!