This letter was really touching. Thanks so much, Gerry, for sharing it with me! It was written by a neighbor who lives very close to the main Self-Realization Fellowship monastery. I already wrote my tribute to a great, but little known woman who has profoundly impacted my life. It’s moving to hear from someone objective, who never met her and knows little about our religion, but was impacted so positively by it. Daya Mata lived at Mount Washington in California. The home is my favorite place on earth to visit, mainly because I can feel my guru’s vibration there more than anywhere else I have been. It is such a holy place, and every time I return there in my mind I feel my consciousness cleansed and uplifted. To be a neighbor would be such a treat!
SRI DAYA MATA: A NEIGHBOR’S REFLECTION
by B J Gallagher
“When your work speaks for itself, don’t interrupt,” someone wise once said. It seems an apt description of the life of Sri Daya Mata, who led the Self Realization Fellowship for the past fifty-five years. I never saw her pontificating on TV or quoted in news stories, as is often the case with other religious leaders. I never heard tell of any scolding or finger-wagging on the part of this spiritual woman. As far as I can tell, she lived in the spirit of Gandhi’s famous words: “My life is my message.”
Before moving to Mt. Washington twenty-three years ago, I had never heard of the Self Realization Fellowship; nor had I heard of its leader, Sri Daya Mata. This despite having spent three years studying for a PhD in Social Ethics at USC’s School of Religion. But I had been interested only in Western religion and theology, so I never took any classes in Eastern religions like Buddhism, Hinduism, Sufism, Shinto, or modern-day hybrid religions like the Self Realization Fellowship.
I don’t remember exactly how I learned of SRF’s presence on Mt. Washington — probably through a neighbor telling me what that big campus was on top of the hill. It seemed to me that those who lived there kept a low profile but were always pleasant whenever our paths crossed while jogging or walking.
It was some years before I learned that their hilltop campus is a cloistered monastery — which explains why the monks and nuns keep to themselves most of the time. Their job is to do their spiritual work on behalf of the world, but not actively engage with the world, as one of the monks explained to me when I invited several of them to come over for dinner. Silly me — cloistered religious devotees do not do dinner with the neighbors.
As a spiritual person, I was curious about my unique neighbors, but I would have to content myself with reading some of their literature, listening to audiotapes, and visiting their other facilities in Pasadena, Encinitas, Hollywood, and Pacific Palisades. After learning more about their theology, I appreciated them in my neighborhood even more. After all, I figured, having monks and nuns meditating, chanting, and pursuing their spiritual work in our midst must surely generate some good karma. And heaven knows, the world –and our community –needs all the good karma it can get!
I never thought much about who the leader of the SRF was –I simply appreciated what her church’s presence added to Mt. Washington. They’re quiet and respectful of their neighbors. They keep their grounds immaculate. I love the fact that they open their gardens to the rest of us for meditation … or simply a walk to enjoy the incredible view and the gorgeous grounds.
I appreciate the public events they have hosted over the years: the Halloween fantasy land for our kids and the concerts they used to hold on their tennis courts. And during Christmas week, I love the fact that they ring recorded church bells in the evening. I try to make sure I’m outdoors at the right time so I can hear the Christmas carols ring out in the crisp winter air. It never fails to make me smile and enhance my holiday spirit.
Sometimes on Sunday mornings when I’m walking my dog in front of the SRF grounds, I hear the monks chanting their prayers. I think, “Say a prayer for me while you’re at it, guys”. I always feel a tad more spiritual as I eavesdrop on their Sunday morning ritual.
And what of the woman who led this spiritual community for fifty-five years? I didn’t learn the facts of her life until I read them in the LA Times after she died recently. But I didn’t have to know the details of her life to get a sense of who she was. I already knew her by her work.
I knew her spirit in the happy, friendly faces of the monks and nuns who greeted me on my morning walks. I knew her in the beautiful books and calendars the SRF publishes. I knew her in my strolls across the SRF grounds to take in the view and the times my dog and I would play on their lovely lawns. I knew her in my quiet moments of meditation in the SRF garden, when I acknowledged her unseen presence with a simple prayer of thanks.
Sri Daya Mata, the neighbors of Mt. Washington hardly knew you, but yet we did. We knew you through the peaceful, serene spirit of your community and the special energy we feel when we’re around your followers and in your gardens. Thank you for being our neighbor; thank you for making Mt. Washington your home; thank you for your contribution to the world. “Your work speaks for itself”.
-BJ Gallagher is a Mt. Washington writer and coauthor of “What Would Buddha Do at Work?” (Berrett-Koehler; 2001)