I had spent about 7 years in ashrams in India and New York. When I left , I wanted nothing more to do with gurus. When a friend told us Gangaji's last meeting in Marin would be the next day, I thanked them politely but wasn't interested. But for some reason the next morning I said to my wife, "Let's go and see Gangaji."

I didn’t appear to have any strong feeling about Gangaji as she sat with us and answered questions. As an old meditator, a lot of what she said sounded very familiar, with one big exception.

All the meditators that I knew would jokingly speculate how many lifetimes it would take for our minds to get quiet.  The way Gangaji spoke about it, it sounded like anyone could do it right now.  I thought to myself, “Yeah right.” Needless to say, I was a little cynical.

When the meeting was over and we left the hall, I noticed that I was feeling different.  There was all this energy in my heart.  I kept rubbing it and saying that she touched me in some way.  It took a while to realize that her Love had penetrated my heart.

I know now that it’s this love that draws us inward, not practices.  We are made of this naturally quiet love.