For those who have followed this blog from the start, then you probably know that I am drawn to Mooji’s teachings. You might also know that a while back — two years ago — I felt the need to “forget about” Mooji, forget about every spiritual teacher, all the books, all the retreats, all the effort. I felt the need to stop trying to do anything particular in my “spiritual life” — to “call off the search”.
What I realized, afterwards, was the importance of this forgetting. This was the period when I began to transcend the part of my identity that felt like it had to do something to “attain realization”. It wasn’t that I needed to forget about “Mooji” — I had to forget about me. I had to move beyond the feeling that “I” was directing my spiritual path, in order to open up greater space for surrendering to Life. In letting go of this spiritual identity, I also came to see more clearly that there is no difference between “Mooji” and me — or me and anyone else.
After a while, I began to sense that when I felt compelled to pick up a book, or sit with a meditation group, or watch a satsang video — it was not because “I” was doing it. It was simply because the Self — Consciousness — was unfolding in this way. These are things I don’t have many words for, but those who have experienced it will understand.
At some point, I found myself thinking that it would be nice to visit Mooji’s sangha. I didn’t have any particular question — at least not one I could articulate. I just felt that I should explore the possibility of being in Mooji’s presence. I had some concerns, though. I’d never met anyone who visited Monte Sahaja. Although I’d done one day retreats (for example, with Thich Nhat Hanh at Blue Cliff Monastery), I had never stayed overnight at an ashram. What if these people were weird? What if Mooji, the man, was vastly different from the Mooji I’d met in my heart? Would this community be a safe place for me, as a bisexual woman? I noticed that Mooji almost never acknowledged queer people in the stories and anecdotes he shared during satsang — and I couldn’t remember hearing anyone get up and ask a question related to being bi, lesbian, gay or trans. Troubled, I wrote him to ask why this was the case. I wasn’t sure if I would receive a response, but to my pleasant surprise, Mooji answered my inquiry, explaining that the sangha welcomes people regardless of sexual orientation. Shortly after this exchange — perhaps a week or so later — I watched a live satsang broadcast and saw, for the first time in all the videos I’d seen, a woman get ask Mooji to address the particular suffering of queer people who deal with homophobia. I experienced this synchronicity as a reassuring wink from the universe.
When I found out that I’d received a grant to spend two months working on my book in France, I knew that this would be my opportunity. I hadn’t been to Europe in 4 years and this was as close to Portugal as I would get for the foreseeable future. I wrote Mooji and the sangha to find out if I could come during this time. It took a bit of persistence, as I did not hear back right away. But eventually I did receive a gracious response. I would be welcomed at Monte Sahaja for a few days during my stay in Europe.
Mooji’s ashram is located in a remote part of Portugal, several hours from Lisbon. I’d never been to Portugal before and I don’t speak Portugese. There are certain things visitors are instructed to bring along, among them: bug spray, sun screen, a hat and a flashlight for getting around at night. I knew that the weather would be very, very hot – in the high 90s during the day – so I packed a small bag with light, comfortable clothes. I was mindful of the ego’s tendency to create projections about people — especially, perhaps “spiritual” people that we admire or learn from. I did not know how I would personally feel at Monte Sahaja. I remained open to the possibility that I would not “enjoy” my time there. But mostly, I just felt excited and in disbelief that I would finally be meeting someone who helped guide me to a clearer understanding of my true nature from thousands of miles away.
What was most helpful for me was resting in the knowledge that I was not going to meet Mooji as a “person” — that is, I was not interested in a personal meeting. And so I came to Monte Sahaja with this inner knowing — that I was not going to meet someone on the physical plane. I was interested in a meeting of the heart. And I felt incredible gratitude to have this opportunity.
My trip from Paris to Lisbon was long and stressful. My flight was cancelled and rescheduled for 11 hours later. I’d have to spend the entire day at Orly airport. I was sleep deprived and felt as though I’d pass out from exhaustion. At one point, when I was already frustrated and weary, there was bomb scare right behind my queue — a small black valise had been abandoned right where I was waiting to receive my new ticket. Eventually, French soldiers with machine guns evacuated the terminal. I followed along, resigned to a difficult day. I was both terrified and amused, knowing that in so many ways, I was already in satsang. Eventually the crisis passed, the luggage removed and disaster apparently averted.
Thankfully, I had resources to pass the time comfortably enough. I ate a pain au chocolat from Paul for breakfast, French onion soup at an airport bistrot for lunch and something overpriced from La Durée for dinner. I skyped with my girlfriend. I watched Mooji videos on my iPad while sipping kir royal. I chuckled at the ridiculousness of practicing inquiry while drinking champagne. I meditated while observing planes taking off, one after the other. I looked down to see that my phone was ringing — an unknown number. I answered. It was a woman with a warm, kind voice — someone from the sangha calling to see how I was doing. I’d emailed to let them know that my travel plans had changed. They wanted to make sure that I was okay and that I had a place to sleep in Lisbon that evening, as it would be too late for me to get to Monte Sahaja. I was surprised by the kindness and generosity of this woman, reaching out to me — a stranger — to check on my well-being. Later, I would see that this gesture was in alignment with other acts of kindness I experienced at the sangha.
When the plane finally sped down the runway, leaping into the air, I breathed a sigh of relief — until the electricity and engines seemed to power off. A murmur passed up and down the aisles. I gasped and laughed, simultaneously – my life flashing before my eyes. A moment later, the power flickered back on and the journey continued.
In Lisbon, I jumped in a cab and asked, in Portuguese if the driver spoke English. I’d only learned how to say that phrase, along with obigrado. A few minutes later, I was standing in front of an apartment I’d found on Airbnb. My host, a young, dark haired guy with a handsome smile, was waiting for me despite the fact that it was nearly midnight. He welcomed me to Lisbon, carried my bag up the stairs and gave me a tour of the apartment. He made arrangements for me to have a cab waiting in the morning to take me to the train station. He’d already picked up snacks and breakfast for me — yogurt, toast, jelly and juice — as well as several bottles of spring water.
Lisbon Oriente is a gorgeous train station. The ride to Funcheira, a station about two hours south of Lisbon, would take me past a bridge that looked exactly like San Francisco’s Golden Gate, a statue of Jesus that looked exactly like the one Rio, past colorful homes, graffiti, shanty towns and through the ruggedly beautiful countryside of a nation I’d never seen before.
We passed trees that looked like broccoli. I snapped pictures every few minutes. I could not believe what I was doing. It felt like something out of a storybook — this adventure, in this foreign place. But I did not feel like a tourist, for I was not in Portugal to merely gawk at Portugal. I was there for satsang.
I saw that we’d reached Funcheira later than I would have if I’d been paying closer attention. Breathless, I grabbed my bags as the doors were about to close again, not realizing that I’d left my not-cheap sunglasses in my seat. I mention the sunglasses, not because I grieved their loss (well, I did, a little), but because a funny thing would happen two days later at the sangha involving a whole lot of sunglasses.
(To be continued . . . Part 2 coming up later this week)
12 thoughts on “The Moment I Met Mooji (Part 1)”
These “broccoli trees” look like olive trees to me 🙂
looking forward to reading part 2 of your Portuguese adventures – and thanks for introducing Mooji to me. I had never heard of him before.
I am interested in writing to Mooji as well, but I don’t know how. Can you help me?
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This is a fabulous blog, I have been following Mooji also these last few years! Haven’t made it there (Portugal) yet but am planning a trip soon. Can’t wait for part 2
Yes it is a fabulous blog. Did you get a chance to visit Portugal yet? I would so love to go. But it isn’t really in the budget right now. So I just listen to Mooji on youtube every day. Part of me wants to go. So I can possibly meet more awake people. Being awake gets lonely at times. Well. It does but it doesn,t. Its hard to explain. At times when I listening to satsang. And I just start crying tears of joy. It is then I just wish I could meet Mooji. Just to thank him. And show my love and gratitude. But I know it doesnt matter. I am him, and he is me.
Please where is part two?
Is there a link to part 2?
Amazing – thank you for writing the blog about your visit to see Mooji.
I couldn’t find part 2.
I am excited because I wondered if one can arrange to go and stay in Portugal with Mooji for a couple of days instead of doing a full week of silent retreat?
I find travelling terrifying and due to circumstances, difficult to be away for more than a couple of days.
Would you be able to let me know how you contacted Mooji? Is there an email address?
Wishing you happiness and …
Hope you got some more sunglasses,
Great text! Congrats! Looking forward for part 2!
I have met Mooji in Lisbon for 2 Satsangs last week. Felt blessed by his presence and wisdom. And planning to visit Monte Sahaja one day soon!
What a lovely account! I had a similar experience travelling to Monte Sahaja almost two years ago. Namaste! ❤
Thank you ! I am hoping to go to Portugal this September. The more information I can find on the ‘getting there’ part of the journey, the better. You write beautifully and I have been through Orly many times. I ALWAYS take a sleeping bag and roll out mat, tiny cushion. I make a nest in a corner/under stairs and sleep those long hours away. It really helps with Jetlag.