Hugging Deeply Touches the Innocent Child Within.

Amma is awesome.  Her name is so close to Mama, isn’t it?

I love that Free Hugs video too.

Doesn’t the inner child also need to be disciplined, perhaps even spanked if he or she, for instance, gets all bratty and vehement for no rational reason? Sincere question.

Thank You, Cheyenne, for your sweet and complete response.  Wow, 5 children, and yet so little sleep you need.  Maha Devi, Great Goddess, you are!

Cheyenne,
Thank you dear for this wonderful blog. Here is a Amma video, it’s very sweet.
You know a few months ago someone here on Gaia passed me an Amma hug.
Now I had heard of her and that those hugs are special but somehow I didn’t pay any attention to it other than Oh that’s very nice thank you!
Later on that night, I was lying in bed thinking about it,  I suddenly received the hug energetically. It was real strong, real beautiful and went right in as pure love. Now since that time I know what getting an Amma hug really means.
So realizing in a way we’re all Amma’s, I think the art of practicing hugs seems like a nice meditation to me (big smiles)! In fact I had a fantasy about it a few weeks ago, I think It would suit me quite well giving hugging darshans myself (bigger smiles).
I’m gonna give you one now, I’m sure you’ll feel it Cheyenne (biggest smiles).
I think we would make a great pair, the Bodhichitta and the hugging gurl! (smiles as great as the Universe)
Luv ya!
 

There is this beautiful book on Hugs.. it says that every human being needs at least 10 hugs a day to grow!

BIG HUGS - wish I could give them to you and heemes, and Mark and Lucienne in person, Cheyenne.

Silke

I did a workshop on hugging and the importance on human contact! Look at my status line for today. Great minds think alike! Thanks for sharing this. I agree nothing better than a good warm hug!

Great big Hug for You!

Love Craig

Here are my hugs for today, sweet Cheyenne, friends .. and for Craig big bear hug!!

“Don't
be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a
thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are
me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be
fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled. I give the impression that I am
secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as
without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game; that the
waters are calm and I am in command, and that I need no one. But don't
believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my
mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing 'Neath this lies no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness. But I
hide this. I don't want anybody to know. I panic at the thought of my
weakness and fear of being exposed. That is why I frantically create a
mask to hide behind; a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me
pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is
precisely my salvation. My only salvation. And I know it. That is, if
it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love. It is the only
thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am
worth something. But, I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I am afraid
to. I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and
love. I am afraid you will think less of me, that you will laugh at me,
and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my
desperate game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling
child within. And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a
front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell
you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is
everything, of what is crying within me; So when I am going through my
routine do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully
and try to hear what I am not saying. What I would like to be able to
say, what for survival I need to say, but I can't say. I dislike
hiding, Honestly! I dislike the superficial game I am playing, the
phony game. I would really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
but you have got to help me. You have got to hold out your hand, even
when that is the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from
my eyes that blank stare of breathing death. Only you can call me into
aliveness. Each time you try to understand and because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but
wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of
understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I
want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be the
creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can
remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic
and uncertainty; From my lonely person. Do not pass me by. Please …
do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you; a long conviction of
worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the
blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my
hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with
gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I
am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am
every woman you meet.”
Charles C. Finn

Hi to everybody and much love.

Charles, is so wonderful what you just wrote, (For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet) and all the rest to.

Just for a moment while reading this wonderful carpet of hugs that Cheyene
have made for us. Open you arms very slowly focus you attention in you middle cheast and alow you eyes be soft. With out doing nothing more, let
the energy you feel penetrate you, embracing you, warm you heart and body. Welcome with soft smile the love it is, always, Amma will be with
huging you now……….now……now 

OK i have to intervene…
Chi !!!

My Name is Janak Patel…. and i have found great lessons of my life with women… and that is why i have dreamed this dream… and find it getting closer to me too…
http://crudebliss.gaia.com/blog/2007/6/be_the_change_you_want_to_see_in_the_world

i guess i should be saying i find myself breaking closer and closer to it too…
;-)

The Peom of “i am every man; every woman” was by Charles C. Finn
he wrote great poetry and nature is described in most of them…
here are some samples of his work…

http://www.poetrybycharlescfinn.com/

i liked this one and it resonated with the blog… so i put “his” work here

And as for Cheyenne
She is one that i'd like to call my Spiritual Mum….
love you guys for breaking my ego so sexily….
xo

Hi, Jana!!, first thank yo for (so sexily) I like how you say it.
Sorry I call you Charles, is out of ignorance, and welcome to intervene, I love that.

And thank you for send something of his work, I love this .
Please hear what I'm not saying!!!!
Many times in my life I have feel in that way….

I have been in your blog, thank you for the invitation to read it. You are
a very warm passionate and sensitive women. Nice to meet you. And I totally
I love the name for the babies, such fun and I feel that your already giving to the world.  What a great idea, yes we need to open our heart more, bleed more, celebrate more.

 I don't know way but I feel like say it this, When we say life is a mystery, is not just a nice esoteric word to say and that is it, we don't touch what we are saying, NOT, It is really a MYSTERY. My breath stop when I truly say it with all my being and I look into the face of this word, and I feel, my God, I haven't a glue of such immensity…for a moment make truly humble, of course my ego comeback to take the experience as his on…

You have a ….most beautiful, an exquisitely Being a your Spiritual Mum,
I just meet her and it give me such joy that, Truly, big smile in my heart.
Much love, Chaitanyo

Before I go  Ama is a being that is helping so many people in so many ways,
and when she hug, the mystery touch you and you go into silence, so simple,
so simple…
Just now I remember Osho say to us, don't try to help the world is to big, but you neighbor, is funy, Jesus say the same, I wonder, probabely all this big guys have say the same thing, even in silence.

Please forgiveme if I have say to much, I get so entusiastic in sharing that
sometimes I forget the silence..

Namaste Dear Ones,
Such Love in these words and such an important reminder of the importance of sharing physical closeness. In my profession (LMHC) we are taught to “be careful” with physical touch due to misunderstandings etc… To often this is the case in our society, now, where many are not fleeing free to give a hug let alone a really heart felt one. I recently allowed a heart felt hug to someone that professionaly I would be advised not to and I am so glad I did … not only did she really need it but it opened her up yo be able to do the same. Heart felt can hugs can allow such a beautiful open and direct flow of pure Love and I consider Love and the rememberance of our connection to be our most important need.  
The flow and exchange of Love is also here in this blog and all the beautiful comments. Chi, can anyone ever say too much about Love? Thank You, everyone of You for all this beauty.
Much Love & Peace
BeLynn

So my trembling become silences, is beautiful,  thank you Cheyence

Yes Belynn, is never enough talk about Love and you are a radiante women,
I will say in Spanish, Muchas gracias.

Jana!, you have say something wonderful…and I have found great lessons of my life with women”…
Women we can give so much to each other, we can heal each other, open our heart, find out more what is this of being a women in this planet, what is really important in our relationship with men and why we keep nourishing
jealousy, why is more easy to share sometimes our men with other women
but not our kitchen. We could give so much to each other, and you know,
to be truth I have experience more betrayed with women than with anybody else.

I love women deeply, I love to be a women, I never in my life I doubt I want
to be anything else. But I still longing for the sister that I can share love in
truth. That the word jealousy have gone from our bodies, that we can help
each other because we have reach that place that we have see that you
pain is my pain and I would not allowed to happen to you.
I feel that when the women we reach that place of softness and true openness, that it mean also strength, the men will don't have other choice that embraces their freedom with responsibility and become the guardians of love.

I use to have women friends that sometimes we come together in bed and we share histories and we hug each other, and massage the fit…..hummmm
is so nice…Don't get me wrong I have precious women friend that are my
journey companion now and them coming together to share…..sing, dance..

I pray for the day that we all women we drop jealousy and fears that obstruct what we are LOVE, like AMMA we can embraces all, is not easy
to open the heart but we can hold each others arms

Thank you all beautiful women, big big embrace Chaitanyo