what is Love?

Dreaming of Reality

2011-05-14T15:58:00.003-06:00

Excuse the spelling this is letter from Serbian speaking "sister" in
Bosnia in it's original form:
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Tue, February 4, 2003
Sai Ram my dear Milijana!

I want to tell you that in my extremely beautiful and spiritual dream of a few days back you came to visit me in my home (Bosnia) and I introduced you to my mom and some other people! You were so happy and cute and spontaneous as you always are and had some food in our kitchen. The dream also had a part (just before you came in!) where I was doing abhisheka to a statue of Shirdi Sai that I really have in my home shrine. But the best part of the dream, the one I felt I really had to share with you, was the poem you wrote and let me read while at my home.

It was a wonderful, very uplifting poem contrasting the spiritual and ordinary human life. It discribed how one, if he/she indentifies him/herself with his worldly desires and limited personality, is bound to face pain and trouble and suffering, whereas if we broaden our perception so that we see that we are all there is, we will only experience joy and bliss and love. There are, my dear sister, no words to describe how beautiful and harmoniuos this poem was, but even more importantly, as I was reading it, I had such strong and beauiful spiritual feelings and felt such easyness and non-attaachment to the material world - I have never ever experienced something like that in my waken state. I was Atma itself and Bliss itself and nothing else, and all that thanks to your dream-poem! I will cherish this exceptional dream for ever, for it showed me clearly that it is indeed the Ultimate Reality that I experienced for a few precious moments, while this waken life is just a dream, turining from time to time into a nightmere for me. The poem was wirtten in Serbian, and when I woke up I could still remember the last verse that read:

"Cega sam se bojala
kad sve sam ja, kad sve sam ja?"

(What was I affraid of
when all is me, when all is me?)

Just because of the rime it sounds much better in Serbian and I jumped out of my bed immidiately to write the dream down in my little dream notebook. It was such an uplifitng experience; I hope in spite of my limited English I was able to convey some of the feeling to you too. Well, no, I am actually sure you'll be able to pick it up with all your sensitivity and receptivity.

Once again, I want to tell you how very happy you made me by making that call and how very excellent the timing was. I had felt so down that day and Swami reassured me through you. I know it was Him who made you call, it was Him who took pity on my desperate state of mind and wanted to chear me up and pour out a new dose of inspiration and courage on my little troubled head. Thank you sooo much! I love you my dear for you are such a beautiful and awaken soul. I thank Swami uses you a lot as an instrument to guide and teach me. I wish I had more opportunity to see you and discuss many of my thoughts and experiences and troubles with you, for I'm sure it would help me.

Now, how are things on your side? What kind of days and nights are passing by this winter when it comes to you? Did you find the funds for your skirt biz? When are you travelling to India? Hope Swami has lots of beautiful experiences and insights in store for you this time and not only while in India.

With all my love and many Sai Rams,
S.

Crossing the line to be happy

2011-05-14T14:47:00.000-06:00

Dear Milijana,

It’s really amazing how Baba uses some of us (in this case you) to help some other of his devotees! Your mail first made me cry and then laugh - for I could feel your /His understanding and reassurance, but also “a gentle kick in the ass” making me stop just losing myself in despair and undertake more to change those circumstances of my life that make me … not happy. That sentence of yours “I have crossed a line and decided that I will choose to pursue those things and people that make me … happy “ made such an impact on me! I’ll frame it!

Thanks, among other things, to your letter, I have realized that I am indeed very much attached to worrying and unhappiness and that I need to cut the ties to them - the sooner the better. On a certain level I knew it before, but the full realization just hit me as a result of reading and re-reading your mail. And I also realized it’s not gonna be easy to re-invent myself, for suddenly I could feel how full I am right now of … fear and, on a very deep level, how little faith I have in me being capable of deep happiness or a fulfilling relationship. I can’t even dream it, it’s so bad! In my mind, I know I am God, in my emotions, I’m so very, so very insecure. Self-confidence in my heart equals zero, due mostly to feeling rejected in my early childhood and due to my bad habit to suppress emotions and live mostly by mind and senses.
But, my dear, don’t you worry; for I am fully aware that realizing all this is a first step towards change and re-invention, right? So as soon as last night I started writing down a basic affirmation in my diary – I AM deeply loved and accepted and full of true peace and self-confidence! And I won’t stop re-affirming this until it gives results, it’s a promise – to you, to Swami and to myself. And - surprise, surprise - today I’m feeling better already!!!

Dear Milijana, I am so happy, so very happy for you and the progress of girlskirtmission! It’s so great, the power of it, in which, when I think of it, in spite of being so far across the big sea, I feel enveloped and lifted and re-juvenated and can’t help but smile at it’s beauty and magic. And you deserve that success, I know that for sure. It’s not an accident.
Thank you so, so much, for inviting me to yoga conference – if I only had had the info a month ago perhaps that would have given me enough time to get a visa issued. So, next time you need someone to help you let me know well in advance if possible and I will be delighted to help you with your magic skirts even if that means having my system shocked with the crazy Californians! I wouldn’t mind at all as I’m sure I could learn a lot from them too! So, beware, I’ll come to visit you some time and see that yogic and crazy and shiny America, just still don’t know when, but one day I will for sure!

So, while I’m doing my affirmations homework, you enjoy the conference for both of us, o.k. Please send me a ‘report’ how it was! And … be happy… be blissful …for your own sake and for mine and for the Creator’s… I’m so grateful to Him for giving me you. And I am so grateful to you for all your love, understanding and support. God bless you, dear Sai sister. Stay always so beautiful in body and mind and heart – that’s what I wish for you.

With much love, admiration and gratitude
Your younger
(I don’t mean age, but wisdom of the heart)
sister,
S.

At this moment

2011-05-14T14:05:00.000-06:00

Wed, 21 Jul 2004 12:05:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: "milijana"
Subject: Re: at the moment

At the moment,
I am on the internet in the dark of night in the land of Gods and Goddesses, beloved India my constant beck and call. Alone I march on on my journey that will eventually lead home only to find home is with me all along. Alone I write alone I march to the tune of my calling soul. Looking for all the clues and all the joy of life's journey in it's fullest. Willing to live only to live if fully. Many mountains I have crossed. Many crevices have been my fall. But all in all none hold back my soul. Nothing remains. No scratch, no mark no trace of the journey's toil. Only the joy of it's fullest expression. For when I climb and I reach a plateau nothing else exists except the exhilaration of it's grandeur. The rest all fades and melts like snow. All is gone, for the purity of the goal absolves all else in it's fold. The joy of the goal renders meaningless the dark corners that were met while following the symphony of your yearning. The beauty of the goal outshines and outcasts the memories of the hardship and the pain that were it's stepping stone.

I stand alone.
I fulfill my life's destiny.
I express God's Light and God's Love.
For there is no other goal.

Sai Ram from Bangalore.
your sweet sister,
at the moment
milijana

Starving in India. Working in India.

2011-05-14T12:52:00.011-06:00

Subject: Starving in India...

From: info@girlskirtmission.com

Date: Wed, October 17, 2007 7:13 am

To: Robert G

I'm so hungry. Hey, is this a theme or what?

Wasn't I flying around without nourishment when I talked to you by phone when I was in US?? I'm not underweight so this isn't a problem but it is a problem if you know what I mean.

Ok. a big eeewwwwwww! on your little story.

Yes, it's all true. Although I had no idea about the carrying on the head. yuk. (human waste) It is common to see men's backsides as they use the sides of the road, up close to a wall relieving themselves. These are normal men off their two wheelers (as motorcycles are known here) not street people.

When you see the masses on the road and sidewalk, the question does arise... where does one go? no wonder streets are ok for the men. Some of the coffee places don't even have public bathrooms.

I'm sick. 3 1/2 hrs. sleep didn't help. In my room all day today retreating from the chaos of life here.Some self inflicted. Manufacturing is always a tough one especially if you are starting wit new unit and... one in the corner of an unpaved corner of the world off the main road that is home to many parked lorry trucks, trash heap and just for kicks a nice coconut e tree in the middle of the narrow bumpy dirt road leading to factory gate.

I BOUGHT A NEW digital camera mine has been problematic for years AND OMG! It has...video feature. Yesterday on way to factory I was catching the whole passing scene from the backseat of the car (Toyota minivan). Including a mom in full sari and helmet and three children on a motorcycle with her (the norm) she has the youngest in front against the handlebars standing, two young daughters behind her holding on.

So a pancake stack of 4 zooming alongside us. When they spotted my camera they were all smiles and waves and "Happy journey!!" Was very funny. I passed them twice over long distance and then when we slowed to turn.... there they were... they pulled over and came to the window to say hi and ask for chocolates. I passed two chocolate bars through the window to a young girl in full burka while stopped alongside a big loud old bus. Only her eyes and head visible in the window. "What country?" she asked ...one answers with a pause.

Wonder how many of them hate us.

I can speak some fast Serbian and pretend I'm from the village of my birth.

Or from Mars my real hometown.

I document my whole ride to the factory including stills inside.

I'm going to post the wild ride on my "blog" someday.

Ok. Few things on the fast. (The house boy is running out to get me some needed nourishment and I write in the guest house on my laptop to avoid the work I have to maneuver in the next days with the production. It's a monster job is all I know. And I'm not at my best at the moment).

To answer a long ago question.

Another from sheer memory... I am as we speak holding a sample with a pocket for the pants based on a pant made by my Delhi lady. It is too good.

My website and resolution I have to ask my web guy. Yes, I have high res. Yes, I've seen the site on other screens. Especially in India on really old computers and it resorts to scrolling bars so it shouldn't cut off anything but just give annoying scroll bars to see the whole site?

Anyway these are things to attack when I am done with this hell of a job.

Bright spot is Cathy in Chicago sent me some needed samples I didn't have here AND they are really well sized (had some issues with last order in front rise being short). And just getting these good versions of the pants made my day. So many sizing spec issues going on for two days... 7-8 hrs. at the factory mostly sitting around.

Passed out the other night it wears you out.

I had fun with the people working there... if you only knew... it's small so all departments (sewing, cutting, finishing, are all in one big room) and as I walk in every head in long rows turns and stares at me.

I walk in to a sea of eyes. It is embarrassing and funny. I bought a big bag of candies and had the manager pass one out to each sewing machine. Since then it's all smiles and fun. Even... yes Love. I really do love these people. If I could I'd give them all an envelope with a bonus. $10-20 would be a big deal.

For now one little sweet was all.

But now I'm the star there. Although if they bring me one more tea with SO MUCH sugar I will have to explode in an epileptic seizure. Why am I writing all this to you?

I don't know but I hope you enjoy it.

Drought followed by a torrential rain. That is me.

I do appreciate all the efforts you are making on GSM.

Trying my pants on today, yes, again I could affirm, they are the coolest pants on the planet.

In fact I bought that domain name. To build just one cool page of pants another way to route people to my store.

My..food is here!

Ok.

Off I go to feed myself. Someday maybe the masses.

It really is a crime don't you think that there are hungry people in this world?

IT's crazy.

The world is crazy the only crazy thing is... it doesn't know it :)

Signing off from comfort of her discomfort in India.

Bestest regards,

Milijana

Letter to Krishna Das

2011-05-13T13:15:00.000-06:00

Letter sent with gift of girlskirtmission Indian Kurtas.

11/17/2004
Dear Mr. Krishan Das,

I decided I really wanted you to have one of my shirts (or two). So I found you. And on your web site I saw that you will be in Germany, and Frankfurt.
Makes my heart take a thump. The years I lived there and in darshan of Mother Meera were the greatest gift of God. She gave me everything…even eventually passing me on to a life in India. And to those whom much is given…..

May I only and always be of Service to God. I love you and I want to dress you.

Your music saw me through the loneliest and hardest climb of my life.
Germany is a tough place to move and alone.

Thank you. And Jai Ma. The two of you saved my life.

And now I’m…. importing some of the colors and Light and Love of India to the West.
I’m just a start-up designing Indian skirts and yoga pants to the Yogis and Yoginis.

My mission statement:

“I want to take over the world. And do it with a skirt. To teach it Love”

And….they love them. They are infused with Love and the joy and gratitude I feel in my heart.

And….I resisted doing a “business”. I only wanted my Guru and my bhakti life and India. The night I decided I had had enough and was packing my bags to go back….My guru came in my dream, and I was on a dirt road in India with people all lined up for darshan and in anticipation I got up and found my guru sitting in an open “carriage” (chariot perhaps?) speaking to someone next to me.... with a leap when I had the opportunity with hands folded in prayer, I asked “Swami! What should I do?”. He looked me straight in the eyes and said “stay in worldly life” and then he told me the one thing that anyone could have told me which took away all fear that I was compromising my spiritual life. So what could one do but stay. And all the doors have opened with ease and I find a life and a community that is actually a joy. For now at least, it seems to be my dharma to dress Americans in Indian fabrics.

I hope you like them. You would look good in them.

At least wear them in Germany and the circle will be complete.

With deep bow,
Milijana

Buckets of Love

2009-12-11T02:08:00.031-06:00

Christmas 2008.
Before and after photo (paint job) of Skirt Central for 2009.
Heating water for a bath by submersion of electric coil
in a bucket of water (plugged into the electrical outlet!).
Just don't put your hand in the water til the coil is out!
Or else ...ouch!

ASHRAM LIFE 2002

Buckets for baths.
Buckets for clothes washing.
One for soaking. One for washing. One for rinsing.
All in a row.
Oh how I love my buckets!
Buckets to carry rung out clothes for roof top hanging!
Buckets for toiletries carrying.
Buckets for water storage in case of water shortage!
Buckets for canteen vegetable washing. Many in a row.
Buckets.
Oh how I love my buckets!
And they come in every color of the rainbow.

Submission by customer of girlskirtmission: Janet Love!

"Lord, I crawled across the barrenness to You with my empty cup-- Uncertain in asking for any small drop of refreshment. If only I had known You better; I'd have come running with a bucket."

India in you India in me

2008-05-04T15:55:00.001-06:00

(first six month stay in India
Wed, 17 Nov 1999)

Dear Lovely,

"Simular" close but not quite. Although I am
impressed with the vocabulary. And I can’t complain
about the spelling since I can barely spell myself.
And this keyboard has the "Y" back in the American
position so my German trained fingers are confused
again. My new residence is a shed so perhaps open your
heart out when it comes to my mail. I can’t imagine
it is so important since I have everything I need with
me. My rucksack my heart and my toilet paper. It is
sunny and hot everyday but not unbearably so yet. All
I seem to meet are Germans my countrymen here. My
neighbor in the shed was a German Homeopath doctor who
returned to Deutschland yesterday and is mailing a
package for me in Germany. See I have the whole world
working for me. But then again the whole world works.
It"s the way of the Universe. You should see it here,
about 50.000 people and it is very unreal.

Costs 6 DM an hour to use the internet! And there are
4 computers in a small room within this tiny typical
noisy village. It is literally in the middle of
nowhere with people from everywhere. Everywhere.

Just getting used to being here. The adjustment takes
a bit of time.
OM Sai Ram! I hope the skies stop crying for me soon.
I'm blissfully happy to have disappeared.

Please feel free to open anything that looks like it
wants to be opened. And if it is a love letter for
me, you’re a texter (copywriter), so write back something very
sweet.

More later. Alligator.
Bis Bald,
Love from Indian skies,
Milijana

http://girlskirtmission.com/home.htm

God incarnates from time to time

2008-05-04T15:52:00.000-06:00

(India Mon, 17 Jan 2000)

Hello!

At long last, getting on internet here is no fun
and sometimes when we get on they loose connection so
it is an unwelcome distraction and....with more & more
time it becomes less of a motivation to use. So the
delay in my response.

Happy New Year. And what a year, to you and all
of yours. I am still in Puttaparthi but have located
outside I have a nice two rooms with one little burner
for cooking and the ashram is 10 minutes by foot where
I walk at 5 AM among the wondering mules and street
sweepers and little Indian ladies selling flowers and
normal waking village life.

And All is well. So well. It is a real time warp
the process of being here, there is little connection
to the outside, so it is like leaving the planet, like
being breathed into infinity one slow breath at a time
and it is the greatest joy and greatest pleasure.

Truly, all my wishes have come true. There is
no place I belong but here. It is my home. It is the
heart and soul of creation. And all originates from
the Source. And the Source has chosen to take form.
And it chooses to do so "from time to time" as is
stated in the Bhagavad Gita to help lead man back on
the royal road to God. Whenever man strays the Unseen
and Unspoken takes birth to provide leadership and
example of the road back to Truth, Peace,
Righteousness and Non-violence. To provide
leadership and example is the answer why the Avatar
vs. devotion to the formless. "Love all Serve All".
"Service to Man is service to God" And God has taken
form in Puttaparthi and lives in Prashanthi Niliyam
"The abode of Supreme Peace". And His name is Sri
Sathya Sai Baba. And he sure is Grand. And I haven't
even met him yet.

As you know people from all over the world are
here. But the most impressive is the Indian community
and the scope of what is being done. "It is not in
the nature of Avatars to fail" says Baba.

I could never even in countless pages explain what
goes on here, what is done here and what I am going
through here. It is beyond explanation. But oh my
God, Oh my God and oh my God. Two months and it has
just begun. And it all was and will always be. What
is done here. The unfolding is so manifold there is
no container big enough to keep hold.

There is no other. "There is only the One" and when
I am finished here there will be no container big
enough to hold me back. Such is the weight of my
devotion. Such is the faith of my heart. Such is the
joy in my soul.

It is said one must dive deep into the ocean of Truth
to retrieve the pearls of wisdom. And I would say
one is propelled deeper and deeper by the weight of
ones devotion and the weight of ones devotion is
determined by the degree of ones non-attachment to
worldly things.

Non-attachment is the only way out of the world.
Then one finds that what one called and named sacred
was but an illusion of ones ego.
"God first, World next, myself last"... Baba.

Infinite beauty. Infinite Joy. He is the Christ
Consciousness in human form. And he can manifest
anything by the wave of his hand. "There is no place
where I don't know the way". There is nothing He
can't do or undo. He is pure Love and he says
unaffected by either praise or criticism " I march on
alone undeterred". A living example for me. I too
march on alone undeterred. Because I have had many
lifetimes with teachers I have come to know
and in this lifetime it is the same. And the Gods are
among us. Thereby was my immense experience with Mother
Meera. Thereby was the complete destruction of all
that was old, unnecessary and rendered useless.
Thereby was my first contact with the keeper of my
Soul. The God's are among us. To teach humanity that
we are all Gods.

But this you know.

One of my ashram roommates was a grandmother from
Sarejevo who went through the war with many hardships
and lost two of her sons. She's been twice before and
had an interview with Baba. Out of the group he
turned to her first and said "where are your sons?"
then where is your husband. She didn't now where he
was at the time but has since returned safely
home. She also had private moments with him and as
all who meet him say, he knew every detail of her life
and he showered her with so much love she said it is
not to be described. She sings Bhajans to her
grandchildren in Sarejevo. I met a woman from
Macedonia that saved for 15 years to come to see him.

The grandmother works for a German relief
organization volunteering to distribute food and goods
to the Bosnian community. They helped her financially
to come here for three months.

We were in a group together with two women from
Belgrade one is a Professor at the University and a
published poet and author who found Baba some 20 years
ago and wrote a heart wrenching book on her journey all
over the world and to him as she was searching for a
cure for her sick son. Baba told her to let him go.
And funny enough my roommate was reading her book
during the war with the limited amount of kerosine
oil they had and crying and ended up meeting her while
here. Her roommate was a professor and painter with
long hair and a sense of humor. Jagoda was her name.
There was a Croatian professional Sailor who wanted to
marry me cause Baba told him to make children.

The other night I had dinner with a Malaysian doctor
living in Australia who after 24 hrs. was fed up and
leaving but was loveliness all loveliness and at the
end she had tears in her eyes and hugged me tight.

I could write pages just on the people I've had the
pleasure of meeting here and am very fortunate to have
access to the whole world without moving.

There is a community of people that are staying for
extended periods of time and I love living here. All
of it. I helped a photojournalist from LA ( and art
model and astrologer...it's LA) take pictures around
the village for a book that is being done and was
commissioned by Baba himself. It was pure bliss. I
art directed a lot of the shots and took her to the
locations. And realized that I always have seen all
of it as art. Great art. Even the poverty. There is
such great beauty in all of it. God is all of it. She
is having a show in LA called "India : The Light
Within".

And I only tell you this to show you the variety of
people here. The whole world is united in
Puttaparthi. It is a global village of transformation… personal and global.

I couldn't explain the experience of being here even
if I tried and it is such a distraction to write andto get on line that I won't be in touch much.

But I will be checking my in-box from time to time.
Just as God incarnates from time to time :)

Please know that I hold you in Light.
Love
Milijana

http://girlskirtmission.com/home.htm

Goats

2008-05-04T15:50:00.001-06:00

(Mon, 17 Jan 2000)

Dear Pamela Dearest,

Warmth and kindness sound like some lovely qualities
in a lady. Not something the old Pamela would ever
take refugee in as I seem to remember. But those
were days filled with much more hair jell if you get
my stiff drift.

And I am drifting away. E.mail is loosing it's
interest more and more so I fear I won't be too near
in the near future. But feel free to write when I do
make it here it is a treat to hear from your home.

If you're feeling restless India is just around the corner, pay
us a visit. It's getting to the point of boiling hot
by 10 AM. And in a long dress. Or long trousers AND
a dress. Oh my.

I have a small flat outside the ashram now and a
few pet bats, tiny ones are making their residence
behind the screen of my little ventilation window
above my door. That explains the droppings on the
inside of my doorway in the mornings. They squeal in
delight at some time in the early twilight and my
landlady who lives next door has promised to get them
out but in India that could be a while. So I've
gotten to liking to watch them move their peculiar
little forms around and count how many seem to spring
out of one dark shadow cast from the sunlight. They
have webbed feet or are those wings? And
tiny little fingers. In another life I may have
squealed in fright but hard to be scared of such
little things when you have all sorts of human beings
all around you all day long. All sorts of deformities
and I may write a book about the teeth. No one has
seen nor imagined such teeth. Oh my.

SO I awake at 4:30 and am in the darshan lines by
5:20 or so. I walk in the dark morning to the ashram
gate in the village with wondering donkeys (mules) and
little Indian women selling flowers and street
sweepers throwing water from buckets, to clean off
yesterdays spit I would suppose. Spit and nose
drippings are freely spewn about with a swift blow.
And the westerners are all rushing with their folding
chairs that support their backs when there isn't a big
round Indian woman, that is, to lean against in the long
lines which we form every day. Twice a day. In the
afternoon the men sit in the sun while numbers are
pulled to see which lines get the privilege of going
in the first rows. We ladies have cover and when a
row picks number one the shrieks of delight are
quickly hushed by Seva Dals (service workers) who
come from all parts of India and volunteer their time
to help the ashram run. Indian woman of society with
husbands that have money and poor women together
unite and even clean the floors and some the toilets
of the hospital. I told you about that hospital. I
cried again while in there. No greater living example
of selfless service to humanity that I know.
Loveliness. Beauty manifold. Unspeakable beauty.
Untold Joy that is the identity of one they call SRI
Sathya Sai Baba or Swami as he is known.

SO don't imagine it is a love fest cause you could
walk in and see nothing going on except a man with an
afro and orange robe walking in a crowd filled with
all faces imaginable. And lots of people moving
about.
There are people here from everywhere. Even islands I
have never heard of before. But that aint too
difficult as we know.

So the village is my home and my flat is a real find
it is clean and high up so I get a breeze and two
rooms is a luxury (after all I am a queen) It costs
60 USD a month. Yes Franny it's true. I have one
little coil burner for cooking and the ashram canteen
or for 300% the price the outside restaurants. There
is so much building going on now it looks like little
Manhattan. I helped a woman from LA take some photos
for a book commissioned by Swami himself on the
building up of the village. She's a freelance
photojournalist and an art model and an astrologer and
need I say from LA. It was such a treat because I
art directed a lot of the shots and took her to the
locations (very tiny village) since the search for
the apartment made me the resident expert. But I
came to realize that I see all things here as art.
Even the poverty. There is such beauty in all of it.
Each an individual expression of the ONE infinite
beauty that makes up all of it. The colors the faces
the homes did I mention the teeth?

There is no time here. It stands still and there is
no contact with the world. Sure you don't want to
come? Really it is a complete time warp and I have no
sense of the worlds reality. It's like getting pulled
more and more into a cosmic realm that renders the
worlds disorder and disease impotent. It is leaving
the planet. And you were the first to point out that
that is the most logical place for me. Because you
see….Lady of Tripoli.

Now Be Good Do Good to quote the most photographed man
in India. Should I send you a pic. And so take care
of your woman friend and send her some big greetings
from me.

Baba has predicted that there are some difficulties
coming up in the first few months of this year. There
are a lot of changes coming. A lot of people are
feeling restless and things aren't fitting as they
used to. Because the planet is shifting. It's been
preparing a long time for these things that are
coming. And even if there is tough times it has been
forecast for ages and Baba has said that this will be a
very important year and in the end will be a very good
year in spite of early appearances. Through March he
said it will be tough. So hang on to your little
Pammy pants and don't let the tornado spin you off
your Pammy seat. Hold on tight let the winds carry
away the debris and don't worry for the future because
it is a cleansing. A lot of the old has to go to
usher in the new. And we sure need new. Those with
the weight of their devotion and the strength of their
faith will see beyond the appearance of these things.
Even in the form of catastrophes. All will be well.
Just keep the faith. How things feel now are no
indication of things to come. It all may seem bleak
but Baba has forecast that there is a shift in the
sun's rays and there will be some strange happenings
in the atmosphere (and with computers) and people so
perhaps that is some of what you are feeling.

As far a Barb sometimes success is the road of least
resistance. Long ago I remember writing that all of
life is a process of "allowing" and I am just
starting to understand this more fully. Nothing can
be forced. What we resist persists. Sometimes the
key is just letting go and surprisingly that is when
things begin to flow. And differently than we have
imagined. Allow the Universe to direct the show.

And what do I know about it, I can only speak from my
own which is that I never planned any of what I am
experiencing today and yet it unfolds by way of having
continued the process of letting go and holding strong
to faith.

I will ask Mr. Swami my little friend (5 ft tall!) to
help you. He is so lovely. As are you.

Don't forget hold on to your Pammy seat. Let the
tornados winds take away the debris even if you have
to grit your teeth. Nice teeth they are. Here you
would be a star.

All will be well in the end. Beginning without end.
The truth of You never dies. You have done all this
before so try and enjoy the show.

And get out more! A directive from the strawberry
headed Yugo who is breaking out and actually has
friends. Not counting the goats at the nearby shed.

Lots of Love and Light all over your little Pammy
head!

Om Sai Ram,
Milijana
Queen of Lithuania

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God loves you

2008-05-03T19:34:00.010-06:00

(India to Germany Mar 2000)

My dear beloved Eric,

I'm so excited I could pee in my pants. Not only
to get your e.mail but I'm on a real live computer
that works and doesn't take hours to connect. I’m
out of the village and in a real town. The big
computer capital of India , Bangalore so there are
only three terminals but..... no constant loss of
connection and sad faces waiting to reach their many
homes. Their lost lives. Their forgotten places.
Oh woe, I really didn't think I could be this excited
to be in front of a computer screen.

Your Thompson (ad agency) line really cracked me up. Don't
blow it up I want to come and put a wreath of flowers
at it's feet for it has given me the greatest
adventure a girl could dream. Seriously, I will
forever thank that glass palace full of crazy smoking
drinking swearing German speaking freaks. Meaning you
too. You cute freak you. DON'T SEND the mail
PLEASE you as usual are much smarter than me. I've
moved along and won't be at that address. So it
waits. I think I'll be coming back through in the
next two to three months. AND.....You wouldn't believe
what goes on here. Wouldn't believe. So I haven't
traveled around India but have traveled to some very
unbelievable and strange places in other realities.
And my life will never be the same. Do you hear me
Eric head, never ever the same. So call off the
rescue team. Refund my parents the cash. And
redirect the paratroopers headed my way. I'm in
heaven and bliss and can't believe what that Sai Baba
is doing to my life. I have a bit of a secret
but can't tell right away, ok? But if I ever write a
book or make a movie about it you were always the
first to know about it.. And if I settle into an
ordinary life in the West you can still come and visit
and be my first guest.
We probably come from the same part of outer space you
and I so stand up and sing a Hare Krishna!

Did I tell you how many Germans are here!? And
Croatians like crazy. I met a nice Serbian girl from
Bosnia here for 3 weeks and she is my new sister. I
visit with the world. But they all go home and I stay
cause I'm hard core. I go all the way. And many
people from around the world actually live here full
time. And I can only dream a bit of such things...

That's why I lived 4 months in a small village where
the garbage dump is right next to each little
apartment building. And the donkeys and even some
pigs and all the stray dogs come and go through it
before it is burned. That is when you close your
windows and quick. Did I tell you I haven't had warm
water for 4 months or heard a telephone ring?

Now I'm in a suburb of Bangalore in a very small
ashram of Baba's where there aren't 20,000 people
gathered at a time. And it is really great. And
there isn't a person I know that doesn't wonder why I
don't travel around except the ones here, they know.
What is here is so big. What is done is so grand,
that there is no other place I would want to be til
the process I'm under is complete.

It's like Richard Gere, shaving his head and going
into a Buddhist monastery with the Dali Lama for a
year. I’m completely immersed in the thing that feeds
my soul and makes my heart sing. And it is the
greatest joy and the biggest adventure and it's nice
to leave the world for a bit. I have no idea what's
going on out there but I'm so looking forward to
coming back and embracing all that I see. Meaning big
hugs and squeezes so get everyone ready.

Really, I am that happy.
See how much nicer my e.mails are when I'm not sick.

I haven't written or sent anything to the FFF (TV department) it's
impossible from behind monastery walls to do such
things but I'm in a small place and reconnected so I'm
going to do that. I need to send a thank you for my
ruck sack (backpack) gift.

Glad to hear your independent adventures in work are
working still. But there is no doubt. Richard
always seemed to be a legitimate advertising
guy. So that’s not a bad guy to have on your side.
And it may be news to you but you're actually a
likable guy. When you're not cranky that is. How
about personal adventures? As for travel adventures,
I can't predict what is going on here so I can't make
travel plans at all. I'm completely taken up with all
of this.
But I shall be back in Frankfurt and in many ways it
will always be my home. What crazy things we lived
through there. What a life.

Please always be my friend. Come visit me wherever I
land when I leave Spiritual land. And don't smoke too
many cigarettes it's bad for your health.

Ok? Big Love from Saint Milijana who is orbiting
somewhere in the holy land of India.

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Hi from Mars

2008-05-03T19:26:00.005-06:00

(Chicago to Germany
Fri, 11 May 2001)

Hi Dear Eric!

I'm not actually on Mars in case you were a bit
worried but I might as well be, I'm in Chicagø, the
land of big cars. And big hearts. These Americans
aren't so bad even though I like to give them hell and
leave them as often as I can.

I just came back from another trip to India. I've
been here for only two weeks and am so easily adjusted
back. Last year coming back here almost killed me
after so many years in Germany and then India. It's
true I was one step away from death. But of course I
survive all. Even you. :) You aint so bad. And
you really know how to roll your cigarette! I will never
ever forget my time in Germany it was the best in the
whole world (and the toughest). I forgot about my
post-its but it made me smile to remember them. And
I was very very happy to get your e.mail although it
took a bit of time to write back. Those things are
the best in life. People. Experiences. Opening the
heart. bla bla bla.. you know me.

I'm sorry to hear about your teeth. Illness is the
worst of worst. I hope you have recovered well by now.
It' such a strain emotionally to be sick. I still
have a funny picture of you at your desk and I tell
people it's my friend in Frankfurt whom I stayed with
in my never ending trek of staying with people. I am
still homeless but free and happy. I sold my condo
and made enough money to invest it and have some
security while I explore my wings, and work. I
worked all last summer and Fall freelance at EURO RSCG
doing PA and Jr. Producer work. No big desire to do
big jobs. I worked so hard getting my condo ready
for sale, working full time in a job I hadn't done for
4 years in this country and in moving boxes and myself
around, finding a car and family responsibilities and
everything. Not to mention culture shock. It
really was hard. This year it's a piece of cake but
now to find a job.

And....dear Eric of the Eric family singers...... so
happy to hear from you. I hope work is booming for
you and when I have a home I hope you will bring your
tent and sleep in my backyard. Julia too. A little
joke. My connecting flight through Zurich had me
craving to jump off the plane and stay in Europe. In
your house. Hiding from the world of big cars and
refrigerators. I think I will live in Europe again
someday.

I hope your daughter likes the States it is the best
experience in the world to go away to another country.
That is a very nice dad. If she ever needs anything
she can call me. Seriously. I have a cell phone
and am here till the Fall.

I hope you are happy and healthy and I hope to see you
again someday. My feet have wings so look for me.

Love to you,
Milijana

P.S. I have German karma, so many I meet in India.
God wants to torture me for never learning German. My
roommate was a young professional Ballerina who did
Tibetan Yoga poses in a field next to the ashram as
the sun would set. Zehr Gut!

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The future doesn't exist

2008-05-03T19:16:00.006-06:00

(from Chicago to Eric in Germany
Jun 2001)

If it makes you feel better, your bad English
makes me laugh. It isn't that bad really but a huge
improvement isn't evident so quite clearly my leaving
Germany has left many with a language handicap. And I
don't miss all the people telling me to slow down and
talk slowly, meaning mostly you! Now I can talk as
fast as I want to anyone that wants to listen. Which
is some sometimes and none the rest of the time. I
think I'm rambling because I'm drinking decaf coffee
at an internet cafe in Chicago since I don't have a
computer and don't even drink coffee.

And I think the best would be if someday I parachute
out of an airplane when I'm flying over Europe and
land right in your upstairs bedroom and the only way
you and Julia would ever know is that you would find
me eating breakfast in your kitchen one day. With a
big smile on my face.

Anything to escape life back in States! Your daughter will
have a new meaning for boring after Washington. Not
really. She is in for a culture shock though. I was
and I am an American, of sorts.

And if you trashed a letter that has a check for a
million dollars I'm going to come and feed you
chocolate cookies til you're really really fat not
just a few kilometers or is that kilos? And Julia
will have to roll you to work instead of watching you
roll a cigarette.

Ok?

And don't worry about the future it doesn't exist nor
does the past therefore I'm enjoying myself and not
looking for work. At least not today. No poses in
fields either. I loved that girl she was the best!
And I never learned the Tibetan Yoga poses she was
doing but when in the States, the first book I saw on
my friends couch was on them and so I am doing them
and they are super. Supposed to keep you young
forever. Really. Straight from the Himalayas not
commercial at all. I'll send her to your home for
lessons. Zehr Gut?

I went on one interview with DDB Needham and that was
enough to make me never want to work in advertising
again. Agencies are such scheize sometimes. And I
have been away from it so long and am also at that age
where it just doesn't have almost any attraction so I
too am starting my book. Actually looking for writing
workshops because writing gives me such pleasure and
joy and satisfaction. An important word. And in
truth working at EURO RSG last year also brough me
satisfaction of another sort so I will probably be
back working very soon. Can't escape it. Advertising
that is.

And I am so happy for you to start doing short
stories cause I think it makes doing the stuff for
money easier to swallow. Know what I mean? Do it do
it do it do it. Then translate it and send it to me.
I love words. Growing up, they were always my best
and sometimes only friends.

There is so much beauty in creativity. Makes life
worth living. Creating, expressing. Just like that
big old creator making all those mountains you like to
hike. And beautiful nature you like to adore. Did you
know it was adoring you as well. Just as you are
looking at it in marvel it is looking back at you and
marveling at the beauty of You as pure potential and
expression of all beauty manifest as well. Did you
know that? So next time you see something beautiful
(other than me that is) remember it is seeing you as
beautiful as well and deeply moved right back. Isn't
that a nice idea. It just came to me. Never heard it
before. But I see things visually and as I pictured
you sitting adoring the side of amazing acts of God I
saw it looking the same way back at you and that...is
beautiful. Just like me. Well, it's always harder to
see it in yourself so I'll let you and the mountains
have your love affair. Before I try and have them
loving me.

Oh my. India was so great and so intense and so
unbelievable and timeless and I learn so much and so
much is done to me and through me and so much of bad
things taken away. I see a big change this time
around and it's anger which seems to be missing and
real healing with family. I'm living near my sister
and absolutely loving it and being an Aunt a real one
for the first time, picking up my nephew at school
babysitting for the new baby and spending time in
their new house and just appreciating things I was too
busy running to know before. A new calm (yes me) and
quiet joy and I am just really happy. And like you I
don't know what the future holds but it just keeps
getting better and better so how can I doubt that as
long as I do the best with what is in front of me that
it will continue to be an expansion. We do create our
own reality. Or have a big part to play in it. SO
create some good things! You have so far. I remember
when you used to be employed at the Agency! Yek! remember
that! Just another employee now you're on your own and
you've done well. Appreciate yourself! They say an
attitude of gratitude and appreciation is the magnet
that brings good things. And to be able to visualize
your dream. Concretely to picture it. Good thoughts
positive thinking positive results.

I think we know my new career :) People would either
love me or really hate me!

I just moved into a small but nice studio apartment
near my sister in a great neighborhood with lots of
Arts and bookstores and cafes and families and can't
believe it, have my boxes finally with me! Lot's of
Sai Baba books too! Of course. Now to get a computer
and a job and write and plan my next adventure a sane
trip - no more on the run. And it will probably be
India in the winter…. you never know where you'll find me....

I want the world. Bruce Springsteen once said that.
And look at him. Actually I want him.

Silly me.

Glad you aint smoking. Be healthy. Be happy. And
find a field. Not to take a pee. That's what you need
for Thai Chi. I need some Thai food.

Tshuss! Enjoy Mallorca,
Let the mountains love you,
And a big Hare Krishna to you too,

Milijana
"The Present is a product of the past but it is also
the seed for the future" Sai Baba

"Human conduct is ever unreliable until man is
anchored in the Divine. Everything in the future will
improve if you are making a spiritual effort now"
Autobiography of a Yogi
(Quote I've carried around for 11 years on tattered,
torn piece of paper. I still have my map of Frankfurt
in my day book, tattered and torn).
SAI RAM!

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What is real?

2008-05-03T16:30:00.001-06:00

(after spending six months
in India back to Chicago Aug 2000)

bugaboo....

thank you for that wonderful e.mail. Makes me think I
aint in the big black hole known as homeland.
And....yes my mood can be extreme at times but
I come from extremes it's hard to know what to hold on
to when your venue changes so many times. From India
to Germany to Chicago to advertising with faces I've
seen or known since 1985. It's disorienting and
strange. Sometimes I see someone who looks familiar
and realize, no, that is someone from Frankfurt.

Makes you wonder what is real. Did Germany really
happen? Did I joke and smoke (or at least you did)
with Solveig in the TV studio and get my car washed
and my head smacked and sell all my furniture and my
car and all my belongings again and everything moved
around and rearranged like a puzzle that keeps being
put together and taken apart again and again and
again. And you get used to it but it sure is hell
some of the time. (These words are for you and not
general reading ok?).

And of course I don't mind you got the mail I still
have your handwritten note with your address it wasn't
in my stolen wallet. But my German drivers license
was and so a lot of Germany was swiped away and there
is no going back you can only go forward but it's a
question of how you use what you have behind you to
build what is in front of you. And I know I will never
live a simple closed unconscious life. I will
always need to be free and able to move in the world.
I feel this time is not about getting planted it's
about clearing the road of debris and putting things
in order so I can take the next step. You'll see me
in Europe again. God has a funny way of working and
my life will always be an expansion not a contraction.
It's the only way to give birth to your dreams.

Oh boy.

My sister had one 24 hrs. after I arrived. I've been
back for almost two months and had a lot taking up my
time with family and practical things in the re-launch.

Thank you for the news flash on my furniture it was
really touching that my incense still fills your room
at times and to know that my things are in such good
hands. IT took me back. Thanks for the gift. Those
things were so dear to me and now they are dear to
you. Like a heart transplant.

The world is a crazy place and I'm sorry to hear about
the bombings and neo activities there I haven't been
tuning into the news. It's too depressing. And so
unfortunate. Germany will always have a special place
for me. I only hope and hold to the vision that the
world will someday become a saner place.

You're lovely.

Let me know how your job is and life. I start
freelance next week so won't be at the computer
(friends house) as much but will also send you a
postcard or two or three.

Enjoy Paris!
Love
Milijana

The Story of the Skirt

2008-04-27T13:53:00.017-06:00

"I want to take over the world.

And do it with a skirt.

To teach it Love."

* The girl skirt mission was born from one skirt in one suitcase coming back from India after an extended ashram stay.

* The first girl skirt mission skirt was discovered in a hair salon of a small remote village in India. It then chose to multiply in multitudes of colors and various expressions of its magnificence.

* The girl skirt mission name was conceived in meditation with the three words visually coming together to form a very interesting domain name.

* The girl skirt mission mission statement, "I want to take over the world. And do it with a skirt. To teach it Love", came from three sentences pulled from a long email sent to a yogi friend in Bosnia and written in the passion of the moment as a true sentiment.

* Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones visited the wholesale shop where the skirt fabrics are produced in India one week prior to the skirt mission's first visit. The shop owners did not realize who they were til they left but did sell them some fabrics.

* Rosario Dawson wore the red fancy girl skirt mission skirt on stage at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, NY while doing a V-Day monologue entitled "My Short Skirt". Present in the audience were Jane Fonda, Tony Childs, Marisa Tomei, Gloria Steinem and Isabella Rossellini.

* Not being able to cope with the Western world and material life and the thought of doing a business after many years of living a single pointed Bhakti (devotional) life in India, the skirt mission was almost abandoned before it truly began.

* The few original samples of girl skirt mission garments were carried around and shown reluctantly in a tearing Whole Foods brown paper bag.

* The only reason the skirt mission was not abandoned before it began was due to a dream in which the Guru came and simply said: "Stay in worldly life." All doors were to spring open after that.

* The girl skirt mission was conceived and nurtured in one room with one bed, one laptop, one dream and one altar.

* The first words put on paper in an attempt to define and give birth to the mission were "I have a dream…and it's wrapped around a skirt". It was done at the kitchen table.

* Bringing the girl skirt mission products to the US took 2.5 years 4 trips to India, three factories, two potential investors, a few headaches and one angel.

* The manufacturers of the girl skirt mission pant fabrics in India had never previously sold their goods to a woman nor had a Westerner ever walked through their door.

* The manufacturer of the girl skirt mission pant fabric in India was found after a single bicycle was spotted on a crooked narrow road, stacked with colorful orange fabric, bicycling to a factory.

* The Milijana name is a birth name given within the rolling hills of the former Yugoslavia by a grandmother who wore long gray braids rolled under a babushka, had one proud tooth to chew her meals and lived through the second world war.

* This beloved grandmother who was nurturer and mother and a survivor and knew all her flock of sheep by name was killed in the raging war between the Croats and the Serbs in the former Yugoslavia.

* The girl skirt mission's main aim is to serve as a reminder that Divinity is the essence of all living beings.

"I honor the boundless in you which seeks to know itself.
I honor the infinite in you, which seeks to realize Self.
I honor its' full manifestation which is Love itself."

Namaste
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And doe it with a skirt.
To teach it Love.

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It's night time in Bangalore

2008-04-26T22:02:00.003-06:00

(First India trip for skirt mission Oct 2003)

Hi D.J., it is...night time in Bangalore and it's been
raining for few days straight. A novelty. Turns out
it's been paid for rain, I was told Americans are
dropping some chemicals (!???) to bring some much needed
moisture to the area and the Indians are paying a
hefty sum for it. Stranger than strange. Or was that
the burlap bag I saw from my rickshaw that was hanging
on a guys handlebars and brimming over with cut up
chicken legs. Raw. yum.

I love you. I love India. I love Sylvia. And I
haven't even seen Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba yet.

After a rough start landing Tues. night with a
horrible hotel being recommended and escaping in a
rickshaw with my luggage in the rain and jet lag.....

It's day four and great we've accomplished much. I
can't believe the things we've found. Same as before
but with some additions. I first spent two days in
Delhi. Good meeting with factory head. They are
awaiting these new fabrics, there are 3-4 new colors
and trims that look like the most dazzling saris
you've ever seen and will make a very nice addition.
I think women will go crazy for them.
You can't believe how beautiful they are. All are from
the same shop. And price is very close to the same.
WE FOUND THE BEST heavy dark cottons with prints that
are made in the North and they are going to make the
BEST big sack pants, and ...for Fall wear. They give
me a thrill. I am in fact only thrilled. Everything
to date exceeds my expectations.

Will tell you in person the funny coincidence of how
Julia and I first met up via telephone. Literally like finding
a needle in the haystack of India.

In two days we've hunted and gathered and fought with
rickshaw drivers (or she has) she is a feisty little
Argentinan terrorizing unsuspecting little Indian men
with her thick rolling accent and "milihana"s.

Best news in the whole world is...I don't need to go
to the State where the fabrics are made to do my own
sourcing. Sylvia has all along been telling that the
shop where she buys can also make...but I assumed they
were retailers trying to get in on something. Sylvia
does not trust anyone, she stays at the register and
negotiates material per meter down by 5 rupees and
checks all the math. She fights and tells bad shop
keepers she is not foreigner she lives in India (they
charge special prices for Westerners). She is plain
funny. But very good for me. She knows
Bangalore inside and out and all the places. From two
years of footwork. And it is exhausting work under
these circumstances and contrary to my previous
belief, these little sources are a find. The shop where she buys
she actually likes the men. Really, she doesn't like
or trust anyone in India. These men are retailers
with a good business (hand loom is a specialty and
when they get stuff it's gone quickly).
And they are wholesalers, on the second floor a nice
(Indian style) office with clients from abroad
and... Mick Jagger was there with a few of the Stones..
they didn’t know who they were til they were gone!

And thirdly they work direct with weavers. They are three
relatives. One is in charge of sourcing from master
weaver who employs about ...20,000 families in twenty villages in some
State (won't tell exactly where). But they are one of
the ones keeping the art form alive. Hand loom is
becoming more rare. AND these villagers only practice
the ancient art form as taught by old time master
weavers. That is why the product they make is so
good. The German lady client bought up everything
they had in stock and took it to Bombay (for
manufacture). She told them don't let the art form die..
And we sat at end of long day..(had to search other shops for some colors and
fabrics they didn't have) ...we sat upstairs and cut
swatches of all the bundles being sent to Delhi and
wrote instructions and notes and sizes to be made and
meters and....had some tea and I asked a lot of
questions about timings and process and them and their
villages and had some arguments if Sai Baba actually
is God.

But best potential this presents is...simplicity of
supply chain. I can have trims and fabrics made by
same place. And I really like them as people. And
Sylvia has had work experience to test them for one
year.

Back to villagers:
This would mean having them produce all trims and
fabrics. (each village does one color or design, they
have 20 managers one for each village). The way I
described to them I would order and have back up
fabric also made is exactly how they
run....AND we "The Girl Skirt Mission"
could...adopt the villages?? (just my thoughts so far).
They produce for one client enough fabric for 1,000
suits (7,000 meters) a month so...they do have this
capacity.

WOULD love to put pictures of the weavers (women and
men do it) and the dyers and all the people that make
the girl skirts and their story of keeping this
ancient art form alive on ..the website. Maybe build
them a ...small school, toilet, who knows what ...down
the line. THIS is a great idea. It feels really
right. I'm so happy.

So....I write from the internet cafe across from my
nice hotel (sorry was only two nights and only way...to do this right)
It's like a remote island to escape from the toil of the day.
We've done our job for now... tomorrow four days in
Puttaparthi (one dollar a night rate :)...and back in
Bangalore to finish up some more materials they are
holding and more of the pants all next week. I'll be
in Delhi last two days or so to oversee the finishing
and pack my suitcases filled with goodies. This
is...the best yet.

Ms. Sylvia has an Italian women in the ashram bringing
her magazines from Italy for Spring...all is Indian.
She wants Sylvia to make some things for her to sell,
and she was considering it...until I slapped her
skinny thong wearing ass.

She started designing by making her own clothes and
having people constantly stop here and ask where she
bought them.

I'm tired and it's late and I've done Thursday and
you've just started. Feels good to be leading the
world in time. Or at least the USA. Wish I had time
to stand on my head.

XXOO
send me a boo
I'm off to the village and to make a few samples there
to test the new trims and fall at Swami's feet with gratitude.
I don't jest.
Big hugs and Love,
Milijana

lampoon the humans

2008-04-20T21:50:00.001-06:00

I've been trying to lampoon the humans ever since I
realized I wasn't human. I'm from the moon.

Listen, coolie.
I really truly cannot make a walk.
Or talk.
My office is my home and it is my castle and my
mystical magical imagination laden cocoon where I
create as I go along and on my death bed I would say I
wish I had been more productive at that computer and
made all the things that swirl in my head and my heart
come into fruition and dispel the darkness that is all
around.

From darkness to Light.

I really do have work that is my own creation and it
is taking all my time. Just like if you and the band
were touring the nation. It would take all of YOUR
time. right?

Well, I'm touring the nation only I aint moving.

So thank you Mr. funny and funky trumpet man.
My problem is I love people but I don't necessarily
have to see them :)

I have a clothing line and I manufacture in India and
I just got back from 5 weeks on the moon. The streets
in some of the villages or towns I had to visit are
all torn up. Craters as big as the moon. Car was
bouncing like we were bobbing for apples. It was sea
sickness but with more pollution.

SO my little mission of dressing the world is my
passion and great ambition and therefore I have no
other interests to entertain at this given instance.

It is late again. And again I am typing when I should
not be cause it aint safe. Me at night time at the computer.

So hey, be swell. Live life grand and great and make
that piano sing a song loud and strong.

Ok. I is now signing out.
take care.
Of all that is you and yours and alive in the
universe.
m.

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I've run away from home!

2008-04-03T18:23:00.000-06:00

Thu, Dec 20, 2007

I've run away from home and not coming back!
Well, sorta. I'm still in India and returning in
early part of January it seems. (ended up March!)

My life is clearly now on two lands.
I come only once a year (used to do 2 trips) and
am set up to be able to be away longer and...
making some new designs new fabrics (Organic!)
and spending time based in the ashram which is a global village
of it's own.
It's a place where I have a community away from home and a spiritual center
where I can go into another orbit :)

I DO MISS OAK PARK at times and...snow!
Here toooo much rain. All messy. My whites are now polka dots.
Lot of muddy puddles and streets.

I also have "Indian hair" to quote a factory folk.
Meaning the salon dyed my hair a bit darker than expected!

Oh the fun of it all!!

Miss you and hope to see you SOON.
MY YOGA HAS GONE into idle.... it is sad but have been practicing very little.
BUT nicest thing is that... whenever you want it... it's still there.
My mat awaits me in the other room like a good friend.

LOVE AND MISS ALL OF YOU.
HAVE a wonderful holiday season.
milijana

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I was born a poor peasant child

2008-03-27T12:58:00.004-06:00

I was born a poor peasant child in the countryside of
Yugoslavia to a Serbian grandmother who also delivered me
in the house my father and his father built (my sister was born
in the 'old' house now a barn). My nickname was and still is
"Tsiganka" meaning gypsy. The family lore goes that a
wandering gypsy came begging at the door and instead
of begging for her daily bread she had a baby in her
big gypsy bag.
(enter me).

As I grew up I liked to believe that story. My family
moved to the USA. We flew on a big airplane. We had
never seen a banana before. The stewardesses fed us
one on the plane. They gave us toys. We had never
had any toys. We played with the goats.
(Insert laughter)

Or at least I did. I still have a thing for them and
seriously considered buying a truckload of goats in
India recently to save them from their fate. My driver put
his finger across his throat when I innocently asked
where my little friends were going today.

I was a poor immigrant child for a while then I grew
into a misfit Yugoslavian immigrant young adult then I
blossomed into a full fledged dysfunctional adult.

Then I found spiritual life.
Started standing on my head.
Started reading.
Meditating.
Transforming.

Then I took off on my big adventure and left the
planet and went to Germany to work in advertising. BUT
the real reason I went there was because of an Indian
Goddess that lives in the forest and gives her
blessing in silence and people from all over the globe
come to a small village in Germany to kneel before Her
and look into Her eyes.

From the first day I looked in Her eyes my whole
previous life was to be washed away in the
stream that came flooding down my face.
I had never seen anything like it. I had never known
anything like it existed. But I was certain I had
waited my whole life to be in the presence of it.

Upon my return to US
and with a strong aversion to walking the concrete pavement of the US
I started to long for the abode of Her silence.
I had many dreams of pregnancy.
Nine months later, against all odds I moved to Germany.
And gave birth to my dream.

I Lived. Worked. Suffered. Sat in Her Light. Had the
most amazing experiences. Had the hugest challenges.

Climbed the roughest mountain.

Once I finally reached the top,
I jumped off and went to the foot of the next highest
peak.

India.

Landed at the abode of Highest Peace,
where all roads end.
Sat at the feet of my SAT GURU for six months. Lived in
an ashram. Donned a sari. Washed dishes. Scrubbed floors.
Met people from all over the globe.
Did this for six months for three years.

Then,
Came back and suffered beyond words.
Felt insane in the clashing of the two realities.

In the insanity of the transition and fluidity
of the experiences girl skirt mission was born.

Then...
Integrated. Adjusted. Claimed my own.

So here I sit. In my yoga clothes.

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What is Love?

2008-03-27T11:39:00.001-06:00

Puttaparthi, India 2/18 - 2/19/08

Meditations from India

In meditation today I got a clearer understanding of what Love is, It is not a feeling nor a power it is a force that has to be harnessed. It is the glue that holds the whole universe together and it is latent in each and every one of us. It is at the base of man. It is so huge and powerful it is an atomic reaction that affects our whole being.
Not new ideas but I understood and saw them in a new way.
And I understood how it is that when we harness that Love that it transforms our reality.
Doesn't matter what we try on the outside to transform our lives to what we want it is the freeing up of this Love in us that creates all good in our lives. Automatically. There is nothing to be done. It's a natural outpouring of itself. A natural byproduct of touching our Source.

I also understood that most importantly it gushes out but we have valves that shut it off. And it is so scary and powerful this Love that the valves serve a very valuable purpose in keeping it under control. I also understood that there are certain triggers that shut them. And there are certain catalysts that help open them. That some are shut tight and some are loose and some that leak sparingly and some that at times, open fully. And that is when we experience our true Reality.

Transcending of limitations

2008-03-19T21:41:00.001-06:00

Tue, 12 Aug 2003 21:06:35

I'm a lover of beauty. I seek it from within and without.
I'm a seeker of Truth. I seek it in the infinite and
in daily life. I love music and art. I live with
passion and ... have experienced and lived pain. One
cannot truly exist without the other. I'd rather not
live than live in mediocrity. I'd rather write in the
isolation of my own heart than engage in the nonsense
of that which is without purpose or meaning. I'd
rather walk the dirt strewn streets of India than be
molded by the false faces of the media. I would rather
not have lived... than have lived my life in vain. I adore
the exquisite and the creative. I believe all of life
is but a creation. And one of our making. I adore
the mystical and the magical. I believe all of life
is but a mystical journey of our imagination. I adore
breaking the rules and stretching the boundaries. The
goal of life is perhaps simply the transcending of
limitations. For human being is but a figment of
limitation. Living a prison of it's own making.
Human being is but infinite potential and infinite
longing for it's expression.

Trust that silent presence

2008-01-07T22:47:00.001-06:00

Nothing parallels
the beauty of You.
My humble pranams at the lotus feet of my beloved
guru Bagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

"Centered on Me"
-notes from Radio Sai broadcast :

Centered on me …Act.
And you will succeed.
Cannot but succeed.

Management by the Absolute.
(Sinclair –Sai devotee – Fortune Magazine)

The only risk is not taking a risk.

The business of business and business of life are the same.

Stand for what is right.

What is success? Not product of means; action based on principle.
How do you define it?

Who is your boss?

Be the heroes Swami knows you are.

The divine is a special force within you.

Do not let a thought enter into your mind with “it’s shoes on” same as you would not enter the temple with your shoes on. Do not let negative thoughts enter the temple of your mind.

Act, centered on Me.
Abundance is like air, just breathe it in.

I do nothing.
Action in inaction.

Trust that silent presence.
Learn to listen.

The divine is orderly.
The mind is disorderly.