Across the crowd, I suddenly caught a glimpse of His mother, Mary.
Isabelle
“A few years later, in a meditation, I got a "flash" from a past life,
at the time of Christ. I was in a mad and angry crowd. An intense
atmosphere of violence was terrifying me and crushing my heart.
It was like being at the bottom of a dark hot pit. The sun was high
and burning but I was shaking with despair and loneliness. The crowd
moved forward and screamed.”- Isabelle(This email from Isabelle of France is just one of the thousands of visions and dreams experienced by Her disciples over the decades revealing the true nature of Shri Mataji; that She, indeed, is the Paraclete sent in Jesus' name to complete and bring closure to His message, and commence the promised Resurrection.)
Dear Violet
It's not Easter Sunday for us yet in France, as it is 11.00 pm. This Easter is very cold (6 tonight), very windy, with very strong rain. It might even snow tomorrow. I've always felt particularly "stirred" within at Easter, ever since I was a child.
As you know, I met Shri Mataji physically for the first time at Easter, in Australia. I remember Her powerful speech at the puja : everything became "clear" for me. I had always wondered, as a Christian child, what resurrection actually meant, and there and then, in front of my amazed eyes Shri Mataji was explaining that Christ has come on Earth to show us the way through the "narrow gate", and to show that if we followed Him, we could"become"like Him, get resurrected from our human condition.
She also mentioned the symbol of the egg : that the eggs we offered each other at Easter represented our limited consciousness, blocked by ego and superego, and that the "egg" had to be broken to link our limited consciousness to the greater Self.
A few years later, in a meditation, I got a"flash"from a past life, at the time of Christ. I was in a mad and angry crowd. An intense atmosphere of violence was terrifying me and crushing my heart. It was like being at the bottom of a dark hot pit. The sun was high and burning but I was shaking with despair and loneliness. The crowd moved forward and screamed.
And there He was, sweating, bleeding, walking painfully under the weight of a horrible heavy cross. He didn't seem to mind so much despite the evident weight of the cross, the heat and the pain. He was calm, silent, lonely...
Across the crowd, I suddenly caught a glimpse of His mother, Mary. I instantly recognised Shri Mataji, looking very young. She was looking very sad, but there was no sign of "rebellion" in Her. She kept quiet, peaceful; dignified like a queen.
I felt the despair go up to my throat and suffocate me : Why didn't He save Himself? Why did She let them do that to Her Son? How could a mother stand this?
My heart was full of darkness, pain, revolt...
I could still feel the anger, the intense despair, the feeling of loss and loneliness which had probably grabbed me over 2000 years ago...
I came back to the present, to my meditation; tears were rolling down my cheeks and I could hardly breathe. And suddenly, I felt all Her Love, and all His Love. A bright light burst into my heart : Human beings had not crucified and killed Jesus : they had"killed" themselves ! They had projected all their anger, their lack of faith unto Him. He was far too bright and beautiful for them. He was showing them how they could become but they couldn't bear it. They were not ready. They couldn't accept His purity, His beauty, which was also theirs, although it was deeply buried in them.
Jesus had shown them the beauty and the light of the Spirit, but the light blinded them and they refused to accept it, at the time. A big drama had to take place first before Humanity could eventually accept the Gift that God had given them, the gift of the Spirit. A long and painful quest started, that would last more than 2000 years for most of us. I understood why Mary/Mataji and Jesus were so quiet and sad at the time : they were sad because they knew of the doom that was awaiting humanity. They had so much compassion for us. Like a Mother and and elderly Brother who are sad to see little children stumble, fall and hurt themselves; but they have to leave the little ones understand by themselves how to get up and walk. The drama had to unfold...
I understood how I had been mistaken, how I had "accepted" to believe in that horror, in that despair which had been a part of me for so long... And now, the veil was being lifted. Now, I could finally accept the gift I was not mature enough to receive 2000 years ago. Now, I could see Mataji no longer sad but smiling, laughing wih Her children who could feel, understand and accept Her Love, at last...
This Easter, may all the "lost children" find their Mother and their elderly Brother. May their hearts open and may they feel the light and the purity of their own Spirit within.
I particularly hope all the "lost" Sahaja Yogis who are so close, yet so far from the Truth, will eventually get rid of the shackles of their fear and ignorance and fully accept the Advent of our Mother. If they really want to please Her, that's the only way : to accept and materialize their own beauty, their own magnificence, and to accept that She came back on this Earth to deliver that message to the whole of Mankind.
We are so blessed to know Shri Mataji. We are so blessed to feel Her love within. We are so blessed to be reconciled with ourselves, at last. May these blessings permeate the collective consciousness of Mankind.
Lots of Love to all
Isabelle
A letter from Isabelle · Easter vision · Sahaja Yoga
The letter from Isabelle is a deeply moving personal reflection, blending childhood Christian wonder, a transformative encounter with Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi (the founder of Sahaja Yoga), and a profound meditative vision that reframes the Easter story through the lens of spiritual awakening and divine compassion.
Written on a stormy Easter eve in France—cold, windy, rainy, perhaps even snowy—Isabelle describes how Easter has always stirred her soul since childhood. This resonance found its pinnacle when she first met Shri Mataji in person during an Easter puja in Australia. There, Shri Mataji's teachings illuminated long-held questions about Christ's resurrection. She explained that Jesus came to demonstrate the path through the "narrow gate" (a reference to the Agnya Chakra in Sahaja Yoga, the subtle center associated with forgiveness, ego dissolution, and the transition to higher consciousness). By following Him, one could transcend the human condition, resurrecting into the Spirit—becoming like Him in essence.
Shri Mataji also unpacked the Easter egg's deeper symbolism: it represents our limited, shell-bound consciousness, constricted by ego and superego. The egg must "break" for the inner being to connect with the vast, eternal Self—mirroring the second birth or Self-Realization through Kundalini awakening. This aligns closely with Shri Mataji's own talks on Easter, where She described the egg as signifying humanity's potential for transformation: from an unhatched, limited state to a free, reborn Spirit, just as Christ exemplified resurrection not as mere survival of death, but as proof of the Spirit's victory over material limitations.
Years later, during meditation, Isabelle experienced a vivid past-life flash from the time of Christ. Amid a violent, suffocating crowd under a blazing sun, she witnessed Jesus carrying the cross—calm, silent, enduring despite immense suffering. Across the throng, she recognized His mother, Mary, as a young Shri Mataji: sorrowful yet serene, without rebellion, radiating queenly dignity. The vision overwhelmed Isabelle with despair—why didn't He save Himself? Why did She allow it? The pain echoed ancient anger, loneliness, and revolt that had lingered unresolved for over two millennia.
Returning to the present, tears streaming, she felt an overwhelming surge of divine love from both Jesus and Shri Mataji/Mary. A brilliant light flooded her heart, revealing a profound shift in understanding: humanity hadn't truly crucified Jesus; in projecting rage, doubt, and unreadiness onto His purity, people had crucified their own potential. His light was too bright for egos unprepared to accept it—both His and their own buried divine beauty. The crucifixion became a necessary drama, a cosmic compassion play, allowing time for humanity's maturation over centuries to receive the Gift of the Spirit.
Jesus and Mary/Mataji's quiet sadness stemmed from foreknowledge of humanity's struggles—like loving parents watching children stumble, yet allowing the lessons to unfold for true growth. Isabelle realized her own past mistake in embracing that despair; now the veil lifted, she could accept the gift once refused. Shri Mataji appeared no longer grieving but joyful, laughing with awakened children embracing Her love.
—— Isabelle's revelation
Isabelle closes with an Easter prayer: may all "lost children" find their Divine Mother and elder Brother, opening hearts to the inner Spirit's light and purity. She especially urges "lost" Sahaja Yogis—those close to the truth yet held back by fear or ignorance—to shed shackles, fully accept Shri Mataji's advent, and embody their own magnificence. This acceptance pleases the Divine Mother most, spreading Her message of collective resurrection to all mankind.
We are blessed, she affirms, to know Shri Mataji, feel Her love within, and reconcile with ourselves. May these blessings ripple through humanity's collective consciousness.
✧ ✦ ✧