Amma, kindly referred to as the “Hugging Saint, is an avatar. She was born awake. At an early age, she began chanting hymns to Krishna. Without any formal spiritual education, she started to receive followers in her early twenties. Today she is recognized by people around the world as a living embodiment of the divine like Buddha, Jesus and others were. In my opinion, to hug Amma is to know that you are loved.
Every fourth of July weekend, Amma blesses the Chicago suburbs with her presence. Amma hugs until the wee hours of the mornings but there are still only so many hours in a day. Last year, I couldn’t get a hug because I arrived too late to get a “token” or a little piece of paper with a number and letter on it that gets you the magic embrace. My two year who tagged along thought I said we were going to see Elmo, so we were both disappointed.
So, this year I was bound and determined to receive Darshan for the first time, the divine energy that Amma transmits to you via the hug. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t the hug that made me cry with joy.
Unlike many devotees who were there before the doors opened, I arrived at the start time of 11:00 a.m. I participated in the opening meditation and made a beeline to the token line. I was placed in the O2 group. My friend Jodi said I would probably receive my hug around 2:00p.m. In reality, it was around 6:00 p.m and well worth the wait.
I spent the day with friends sitting as close as possible to Amma watching her give hug after hug after hug. The time was punctuated with trips to the snack shop for delicious Indian food, Mango Lassis and Chai tea and circles around the perimeter where Amma jewelry, clothes, dolls, incense, etc. were being sold. I couldn’t help but buy an anklet that Amma wore. (One of my yoga teachers later explained that if you only wear one anklet in Indian you are considered a “harlot.” Oops.)
When it was time to get in line for my hug, I felt like I was on a roller coaster ascending to the top of the very first drop off. Amma devotees ushered me through a line of two rows of chairs leading to Amma. People who are by themselves make their way up the left line while families are on the right. Each time I moved up one chair, I could hear the roller coaster car ticking. Tick, tick, tick as I got closer and closer to Amma.
Only a few feet away I could see that Amma was the calm in the storm of her handlers. The ushers were frantically helping people prepare and recover from their hugs while tending to Amma’s every need in delivering the perfect experience for each and every person. It was like a hugging storm that had to be tamed or it would spin out of control.
When I was only a couple of people away from my hug, someone to the right of me reached for my token. After holding onto it so tightly all day, I actually had to think a second before giving it away. Then, a woman to the left of me asked me what language I spoke. She told me to sit on the padded box she was holding exactly when she told me to. Then she pushed me to kneel in front of Amma and the next thing I knew I was hugging her.
She wrapped me up in her arms like a blanket of love. She chanted, “My daughter, my daughter, my daughter, my daughter,” over and over again in my ear. It felt like time had stopped. I realized in that moment that every single one of us is loved like crazy. Then, Amma put flower petals and a Hersey kiss in my hand, her handlers ushered me away and I burst into tears.
Hugging Amma was like falling into the arms of your perfect mother. It was an experience I will hold in my heart for as long as I live, and probably, beyond.
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