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The latest video clips, podcasts episodes, and blog posts from Gangaji, plus new articles from our community magazine and upcoming events. If you have a topic you’d like to hear about or any questions about Gangaji, please email us.
“No part of you is ever excluded from wholeness.” Humans are born with the curiosity to seek to understand who we are and how we fit in with the other creatures around us. This capacity to identify ourselves is part of our survival strategy. We are con …
Recorded April 29, 2009, in Arlington Virginia, this clip investigates the thought pattern of needing confirmation from the outside in order to be ok, and ultimately penetrated the belief that “I am not enough.”
Recorded December 26, 1999, in Marin County, this clip is about the struggle with a superego that tells us we need to be pure before we can be whole.
If I were to have a tombstone, it would say that I’ve been perpetually thanking Gangaji for pointing the way home. I am at her feet, and I am also a fundraiser. It’s always an open invitation, and as Gangaji said so clearly in one of our staff meetings, it doesn’t have to work out. That is such freedom.
The sacred hunger for truth, for God, for love, for peace, for freedom is the force calling us home. This deep longing doesn’t leave us alone. It persists even with a lifetime of disillusionments or “unfulfilled promises.” No matter what spiritual path we have taken or not taken, Gangaji offers all this encouragement: “Let this hunger for Truth have you. It is a glorious feast, and it is time to stop circling the table. You have a p…
Gangaji’s promise is to offer this message of peace until her last breath. Our opportunity is to join Gangaji in her commitment, with our participation, attention, and support.
Before you read the rest of this blog, I invite you to take a few moments to relax. Close your eyes and bring your awareness to your breath, and then to the space between breaths. If there is noise in your external environment, just allow it to be as i …
I remember my grandmother, Eunice Peck, making special cookies that were more like mini-cakes, with white frosting on the top. We called her Mammo – because my other grandmother was Grammo – and she lived in a tiny house next to an Alley in West Virginia.