Pencil Story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone’s hand.”

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you’ll need it to become a better pencil.”

Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”

Four: The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.”

And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.”

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God’s hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: Continue reading “Pencil Story”

The Golden Touch (full version)

Once upon a time there lived a very rich King, whose name was Midas. He had one little daughter whom he loved very much, and whose name was Marigold.

King Midas loved gold more than anything else in the world, except his little daughter.

One day Midas was enjoying the sight of gold in his treasure room, when a stranger appeared before him.

“You are a rich man, King Midas,” he said. “You have a lot of gold in this room. Nobody else in the world has as much.”

“Yes, I have,” answered Midas, “but not as much as I wish to have. I wish everything that I touch to be changed to gold.”

“The Golden Touch?” said the stranger. “But are you quite sure that this will make you happy?”

“Of course, I am,” said Midas.

“And will you never be sorry to have the Golden Touch?”

”Never!” cried Midas. “I’ll be very happy”. “Be it as you wish then,” replied the stranger.

“Tomorrow at sunrise you will get the Golden Touch.” In the morning, when the sun rose, the King woke up and saw that his bed had been changed to gold.

Midas was very glad, indeed.

He jumped out of bed and ran about the room touching everything. He took up a book, and turned over the leaves; at once the leaves changed to gold, and the words of the book could not be read.

He put on his clothes and found himself dressed in gold which was very heavy. He took out his handkerchief, and it also became gold.

In the garden he found a great number of beautiful roses. He went from bush to bush touching each one as he passed until every flower was changed to gold. Then, very happy, he went back to the palace to have breakfast.

King Midas sat at table waiting for little Marigold. Soon she came into the room, crying.

“Now, now, my little lady!” cried Midas. “What is the matter with you, this bright morning?”

Marigold held a rose in one of her hands. It was one of the roses Midas had turned into gold.

“Beautiful!” cried her father.

“Ah, dear Father, it is not beautiful. I ran into the garden to get some roses for you. But, oh, dear, dear, there are no more beautiful roses there. They no longer smell sweet, and they are quite yellow.”

“Oh, my dear little girl, don’t cry about it,” said Midas. “Sit down and eat your breakfast.”

Then he took a cup of coffee and wanted to drink it. He was astonished to find that he could not. When his lips touched the coffee, it became gold. Then he put a nice little fish on his plate and carefully touched its tail with his finger. It at once changed to gold.

“I don’t quite see,” he thought to himself, “how I’ll have my breakfast.” Continue reading “The Golden Touch (full version)”

Programs for kids in Rome

With some Sahaja Yoginis  I started a new program for children (from three to five years old) in a public school and what we do for the moment is some play with the music and songs. We start with natural sounds (water, wind, birds) and after we suggest to the children to relax closing their eyes and trying to feel like a tree inside the wood. We make them listen to the wind (that is Shri Mataji blowing, taken from a CD) and after the tree grows (they stand up and we do some breathing and movements with music).

They enjoy this very much. At the end we raise the kundalini with a little song (that speaks about a butterfly that flies high on the top of the head).


Introducing India and the Breeze of love to kids

In November, a sister who has studied Indian dances for 10 years came to our city. While her staying here, we organized 2 public progs with Indian classic music and dances and one prog for 3-4 year olds in a kindergarten. Concerning the prog for kids, at the beginning one sister told a story to the little ones that “they were going to India” showing them a map of the world (then the description of the animals and people of this country followed) trying to speak not in a monologue but to organize a dialog asking the kids some questions. One of the questions was: “By what means do you think we will go there?” The kids offered many ideas but none was right. The right one was: on a magic breeze of love. “Do you feel this breeze on your palms? Let us raise our hands and catch the breeze. One-two-three. Here we are – in India”. At this point the music started and the other sister appeared in her Indian costume. She performed a short greeting dance.

Then saying that in India dances are devoted to Deities, the first sister told the kids about Shri Ganesha showing them a big poster with His image. “Shri Ganesha likes when children are obedient and honest. He Himself always listens to His mum”. The legend (its abridges version) about the creation of Shri Ganesha followed. The idea was emphasized that Shri Ganesha worships His Mother and He is very strong. He also defends children if they behave nicely. But is they are mischievous, he plays tricks on them. A dance devoted to Shri Ganesha followed.

Then the sister who danced told the children some words about Indian dances in general and invited the children to have a short dance break (as it is difficult for the little ones to sit for a long time). Another dance performed by the sister followed next as “we all know that people dance when they are happy”.

At the end, they the adults and children caught the breeze of love again and went to the kindergarten “as they had to come back in time for lunch”: “Let us put our hands on our hearts as the breeze has appeared from our love. Let us remember how we love our mother. Our love is turning into the breeze and one-two-three… we are in the kindergarten again”.

Introducing the chakras to children

Together with the children we were going up the chakras following the scheme of the subtle body designed for children.


We studied the number of petals, learnt the colors of the chakras and then there was a quize: guess what the chakra is by the color and the number of its petals. After it, each child coloured the center (=a flower cut out of white paper prepared in advance) he/she liked most of all. At the same time one of the adults drew a silhouette of a boy and the children glued the coloured flowers into it. Finally we got a very cheerful boy with the centers of different colours.

Before the kids started to colour the chakras, the yogini leading the program made a very nice analogy between our subtle body and a rainbow. “The sun light which makes everything around bright seems transparent to us but when it gets onto a drop of water it starts to play with all the colours of a rainbow. We also have such a sun inside and it also creates different colors”. The sister painted lines of colours on a sheet of paper using water colours (making the edges of each of them flow into the next color): red, orange, yellow, green, light blue, blue, purple. The flower of Muladhara is red, Swadisthan – between orange and yellow, Nabhi – green, Anahata – between green and light blue, Vishuddhi – blue and the white part of the paper – for Aghia. Sahara is combining all the colors.

After it, a sort meditation followed. And then, when we all were going up our own chakras, the adults were singing the music notes: sa, re, ga, ma, pa, da, ni, sa. Vibrations obviously became stronger.

Introducing Mother principle and Mother-Earth to children

At the last program we talked about Mother Kundalini and the Mother principle in general, explaining it with the Mother Earth and how she cares and nurtures us. Then the fruits and vegetables came in. For this we brought some fruit and vegetables to the class. I made 3,5 kg of red, green and blue play dough and we tried to recreate the fruits and veg with the play dough. Just simple, like banana, apple, broccoli, grapes etc.

The veggie play dough worked brilliant!


Treatments for a cold (cough and a running nose)


I wanted to ask our knowledge base about how to treat cold & congestion for a 7 month old. My son got bad cough & cold in our India trip and it is still persisting. I have not taken him to the doctor as yet, as he is not feverish, so didn’t want him to have antibiotics, if could be avoided. He is not able to breathe though his nose, as it’s completely blocked.



Have you tried ajwain burning? I have found that the smoke can help unblock the most stubborn noses. Of course it may be too strong for the child directly to inhale, but you can just burn it in the room he is in. Also you probably are already using them, but saline nose drops regularly given are good, and the slight elevation of the head of the crib (under the mattress, a few inches of pillow) helps the breathing, once a bit unblocked.

Love, Michelle


My son suffered a lot from colds and coughs (croup) last year. He has again developed it yesterday night all of a sudden.

I use Continue reading “Treatments for a cold (cough and a running nose)”

Meditations for a 1-year old child


What is your advice or experience in integrating a one year old in morning meditation???

Do you meditate separately and then with the child do a small meditation?.. Because before our son was walking, he would sit quite some time and we would sing… But now he just wants to walk around… and also for songs he has no “time” since it is so much more interesting to explore all the surroundings, emptying the dustbins while I am not looking etc…. also now he sleeps longer in the morning approx. until seven and until that time me and my husband have already meditated because he needs to go to work…


When our son started walking at about 14m of age, there has been challenging moments in making him sit down in meditation. But the truth is Continue reading “Meditations for a 1-year old child”

The Three Wishes

An old English Fairy Tale

One winter evening a poor peasant was sitting near the fire talking with his wife about one of their neighbours who was a rich man.

“If only I had a little money myself,” he said, “I should open my own shop”.

“I,” answered his wife, “should not be satisfied with that, I should be happy if I lived in a big house, and then, if I saw people like ourselves, I should help them and try to make everybody happy. But what is the use of talking, we are no longer I the time of fairies. If only I could meet one of them, it would not take me long to decide what to ask of her.”

Hardly has she said these words when a beautiful young lade appeared in their room and told them she was a fairy willing to grant them the first three wishes. But she said they should choose with care as she could allow them no more than three wishes. Then the beautiful fairy disappeared.

At first the husband and wife were astonished. Then they began discussing the first wish that it would be best to have. They quarreled for a long time and finally decided to wish nothing for a while and put it off till the next day.

The woman looked at the bright fire and said without thinking:

“Oh! It would not be a bad thing to have good sausage for our supper.”

She had hardly finished these words when a long thick sausage fell on their table. The husband got very angry and began scolding his wife.

“Isn’t that a fine wish?! A sausage! You are such a stupid woman! I wish this sausage would stick to your nose!”

This was hardly said when the sausage jumped up and stuck to the poor woman’s nose.

“What have you done?!” cried the frightened woman.

The husband understood that he himself had been even more foolish than his wife, but no matter how he tried he could not tear the sausage off his wife’s nose. Continue reading “The Three Wishes”