Living from the Ground of Being
Letters from the Forum
by Members of The Gangaji Forum

The Gangaji Forum is a potent and intimate source of connection for members of this community. We asked a few contributors for permission to share their recent posts with you.

Freedom, Love, Gratitude, August 18, 2022

By M, Ethiopia

Dearest Gangaji & Forum,

Yesterday, I came to know through the news that the war in northern Ethiopia may start again now, after few months of cease fire. Although for the people in Tigray region it wasn't really any better since they are in total black out of all services. I didn't talk to my parents since June 2021 - in between I went through the darkest three months of my life in the concentration camp. I'm still living in disguise partially, as one of the other ethnic groups, to avoid prison or another mass arrest if the government decides so — which was stopped for many of us because of pressure from the international community especially the EU, USA, Amnesty International and UN reports. Still unable to leave the country because my place of birth on passport says I am from Tigray. So fear kicked in: can I survive another concentration camp?! Then mental agitation, going into some news analysis, revising some means I might get out from the country (I was being somewhat reluctant).

Then willingness & courage to stop & just BE for the moment. Sadness of course, and pain, but peace holding everything. It was past midnight, so I let go or it feels letting go happened — I fell into bed, as if swallowed and dissolved, no apparent distinction between the bed and the body - gone into infinite nothingness. Hmm... sweet. 🥰

Today, I was just wandering around somehow feeling a little uneasy, mental discussion going on - trying to end the feeling of confusion, uncenteredness, losing point of balance or perspective -  wondering if that is even how I was feeling. Then suddenly the willingness to just let it be, what/however I might be feeling.

Then I entered to a nearby cafe. I sat in a place exposed to all eyes around, which is normally a very unideal place for me. The ideal place is around a corner where I can see everything else but am myself out of sight of others. That is the fixation.😀 So some agitation follows, yet unmoving willingness to open persists.

All of a sudden the personality is gone, beautiful ease of being, "others" disappears - only oneness. The people around, the ant crawling on the table, cars, the body-mind I call myself - everything within this infinite holding space, appearing as empty space themselves. Fear of losing it didn't appear, as it usually does. Instead this solid faith that I can endure whatever appears in awareness. The mind wondering why it is not lost already, as if trying to push it away — fear of too much awesomeness maybe or to just lose it now. It's gonna be lost anyway so why not lose it now and return to usual 😀. Nobody is there resisting the tendency of the mind, it appears empty itself, held in emptiness.

What to say?!! I feel so lucky, honestly!

Overflowing gratitude to Gangaji, Lisa, Jared & everyone on this lineage

Heartfelt Love to you all sweet loving friends, 💙🙏

An Old Lover, August 17, 2022

By AJ, Wales, UK

Dear Gangaji and lovely friends,

I don’t know what has changed. I’m so happy to not know. 😂

I feel as though I have walked through an invisible door. On the other side of which everything is exactly the same. All the same emotions are there. All the same moods. All the same. Except not. When I attempt to deconstruct it overly or hold it mentally, it seems to slip out of my hand and leaves a subtly blissful emptiness in its place.

I am in wonder. Of it all. In gratitude. Of it all. I am experiencing a sense of satisfaction or completeness or contentment that I can’t put in words. But with it all. I feel like I’ve just yawned. Or sighed. But over and over.

Over the last year, much has dropped away. Each dropping has served wonderfully in showing surrender. Sometimes relieving. Sometimes fought with considerably and painful. One of these things was drawing. Which had become a spiritual practise in itself for me. But has also served to build a whole new identify and re-enforce some egoic walls. As I unraveled, facing much that I did not and had not wanted to face, drawing left me. It broke my heart. But I made a deal with myself that should this be the price of Freedom, so be it.

Then about a week ago, it came back. Whispered in my ear like an old lover. But returning softer, less fixation driven, full of love and joyful in its expression. In realising it is not needed in order for me to be someone, I’m free to fall into the depth of this creative love with no strings. No exceptions. No must haves. And from that place, I have drawn better than ever. Maybe best ever. The ideas have been beautiful, spoken directly from Truth. Given as gifts of service.

I wish to continue to attempt conveying gratitude to you, though these words have begun to feel dead. As though I’ve said them too many times. And I can’t find new ones which accurately convey the depth of gratefulnesses that wants to sing out from my entire being. So as always a simple thank you will have to do. Thank you.

And perhaps you can see it here, rather and reading it.

I love you.


Aaron. 😘😘

Good days. Bad Days. August 20, 2022

By Chris, Colorado, US

There are good days, there are bad days, and there are Papaji days — when I watch a Papaji video with a small sangha in Boulder and drown in His presence. And being away from that sangha all summer as I go up to the high country here in Colorado, there are good days, there are bad days, and there are Gangaji days.

What a blessing to just sink into the truth of Being, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, on a hike, while watching these videos or livestreams. There is no greater gift! Thank you beloved Gangaji and beloved sangha!

The Sparkling, August 8, 2022

By Veronica, Australia

Greetings from the Land Down Under! So close and yet so far! I was moments away from my first meeting with you this morning and, although all was quiet for the first hour, by 3 am (I'm a Perth girl) the dog next door started barking next to my window and it would have been so noisy for everyone, so I pulled the plug unfortunately 🙁 Esta a la vida!

As I usually work on Mondays (I swapped my shift for yesterday), I may not be able to get back for the next few monthly meetings, so I thought I would write and thank you for being there at least and report my amazing and happy experience of The Sparkling. 

I am new to this realm and, other than some cherry picking from the delightful Dalai Lama wisdoms, I haven't a clue as to some of the Buddhist concepts. Indeed I only recently learnt of your existence Gangaji. I had Covid a few months back and was listening in the dark (during my lonely isolation period) to Sam Harris' podcasts when I encountered yours. Instantly intrigued, I listened (or mainlined is perhaps a better description) to your podcasts and videos and joined your group immediately, scoring attendance at your May monthly meeting within four days.  I kept listening to your wonderful teachings (and some from this chap called Papaji 😀 and one of your podcasts touched me so deeply that I call it The Sparkling.

Cutting Through the Suffering of Trauma

You were talking about inquiry, just for a moment (not too daunting a task), and cutting straight through the suffering of trauma. Having spent over 50 years recovering from a horrendous childhood experience I wondered if what you were asking was even possible. On one of my Covid-induced feverish sleepless nights of sheer exhaustion, I think I just gave it a go and totally expected, if you were correct, to at least find the whole, if broken and damaged, child I locked in the dungeon of my mind all those years ago. Well, I imagine you know what I found!! :) To my sheer amazement and absolute wonder the inquiry led me to a totally untouched version of myself that I didn't even know existed! Wow!  Within nanoseconds! The trauma had not damaged the essence of me at all! I was so surprised! It was truly incredible, deeper, and closer than the trauma...a Sparkling essence was there, peaceful, wonderful, complete. Wow! It lasted only a moment but the memory of it sustains me still. I'm so happy that I'm OK and I feel bigger than my trauma now. Truly, it is a blessing I never even knew existed, let alone thought to seek. So thank you Gangaji, I may never have known about the existence of The Sparkling without finding you.

I haven't tried to recapture the moment yet, if indeed I ever should, but I feel different on every level, quietly and calmly (unnoticeably to others) occupying  a different space in the world now.  Happier, more relaxed. The trauma aftermath is still there of course (although greatly healed now), but the knowledge that it didn't reach my soul, or my slice of The Sparkling (if I am permitted to claim that!), is truly astonishing. It is indescribable how it feels to learn that something so intensely ugy and horrific as the crime visited upon me, didn't reach me, at all. Apologies, if there is a duality there but I don't really understand all that stuff yet? More incredible even than the magnificent images coming back from our new bumblebee telescope in the cosmos. Just hanging out for pictures of the Jewel Box Nebula now, my favorite piece of eternity. I might claim a star from there when we see the photos (I'm sure The Sparkling can reach that far without too much trouble! :)

Perhaps I will have another opportunity to meet you down the road aways, but until then, Thank You Gangaji. 🙏



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