What they're saying...

                                                                                ... About Alx & Jonathan
& This Work in the New Ancient Tradition of Sri Sai Kaleshwara Swami

“These are the students of mine who have studied 8 or 9 years with me.  Great Souls. I really appreciate their austerities. They are beautiful teachers of my knowledge and also very good healers. I personally recommend them if anyone is interested to learn my knowledge, or about Penukonda or Swami – they can take help from them.”

                                                                                           — Sri Kaleshwar

After Healings

"Thanks so much for working with me last week. It is amazing how much more at peace I am feeling lately and I've hardly even started the process."

— S., Santa Cruz, CA

"Thank you for investing so much of your time and energy and coming all the way to my house to help me... it is clearly different in a positive, energy way. I have felt lighter in spirit, clearer, and the constant and incessant thoughts have slowed and a general sense of peacefulness, where I was having no peace even for moment before."

— P., Santa Cruz, CA

"I'm feeling so much better... I don't know if it's the Shakti and Lakshmi mantras, the candle ceremony or a whole host of things but I've been in a constant state of serene bliss for the last five days.  Everything seems very different. I'm noticing life in a whole new way and it feels permanent and not just a "mood" or temporary state. Thank you for your compassion, help, prayers and all of your kind words. I'm noticing every little blessing and seeing little miracles everywhere."

— J.B., Lake Elsinore, CA

"Yes, I've felt the energy VERY strongly - incredibly strong! I AM feeling really, really sleepy tonight... I just want to say that your help is deeply appreciated. I found that today the incredible pain and anger I have been carrying has lightened notably. When thoughts of painful events come to mind, my heart has felt more open and less resistant to accepting what is. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

— B., Portland, Oregon

After Workshops & Classes

"Thank you for the wonderful Saturday evening, your presence and the knowledge you shared. My inspiration is back on track, I found it not very easy to do it all alone."

— Y., Los Angeles

"Again, blessings to you both for your wonderful work and sharing the Divine Knowledge. I will certainly do my part to keep the energy going..."

— S., Los Angeles

"We have been practicing with the Sri Chakra often. Each successive time reveals new insights regarding the nature of Reality. It's true, Sri Chakra is the home of Divine Mother. Everything is in there and as you draw and contemplate it she speaks to you. Amazing!  One thing for sure is that we really want to learn more of Swami's knowledge. We would like to do that with you guys. So let us know when the next big thing is happening!"

— C. & M., Vermont

A Healing Account

In early July 2005, I experienced a pair of mishaps that left me badly injured and in a great deal of pain. I sought the care of both my chiropractor and physician, and both concurred that I'd suffered both a minor right hip dislocation, compounded by a noticeable torquing of the sacrum and illium bones and displacement of the pubus ishium. After a few weeks of chiropractic treatments and heavy medications that provided only slight relief, I was at the end of my rope.  I couldn't walk a hundred yards without excruciating pain and the need to rest to catch my breath. Driving a car became difficult, then impossible. Even more alarmingly, I developed periodic neuropathy of my entire right leg; in other words, it would go numb and lose all strength.

My dear friends Alx Uttermann and Jonathan Rosen came to the rescue. With a personal mantra, the temporary loan of a yantra, and the active healing efforts of both of them (Jonathan in particular one night), I had some relief. Still, I hadn't quite hit the bottom yet, and the neuropathy and pain grew worse over the next week. Then, there came an evening about ten days after Jonathan's overt healing, when my spouse was able to attend one of their healing and meditation classes—but I could not, because the pain was too severe.

And then it happened. Over the course of a couple hours, I began to feel increasingly unsettled. My hands began to shake and my jaw became tight.  Burning up, and unable to communicate very well, I felt compelled to go to bed.  However, I feared for a time that I was experiencing some kind of allergic reaction to the powerful medications I'd been given—and so in fact, I decided not to risk taking anything else, and hadn't had anything since late afternoon at any rate.  No muscle relaxants, no pain meds, not even the sleep aid I'd been prescribed.  I felt very, very strange, and yet at the same time I realized my lower back and hip weren't hurting. My body alternated with sweats and chills until my nightgown and the bed-sheets were soaked; I was extremely thirsty, and also urinating like a race horse.

Hours went by, interminably, my spouse asleep beside me as I lay awake (that is, when I wasn't in the bathroom yet again). Barely able to think coherently, and wondering if perhaps I should go to the hospital, instead a peculiar intuition came over me: Wouldn't it be funny if this is what a miracle feels like?

I chanted my personal mantra just to have something to focus on amidst the chaos, and alternated from time to time with words that led me not just to being open to the possibility of a miracle, but acceptance of utter reality of it. In a process that literally took all night, I saw vast shimmering sheets of vivid blue light, rotating and infinitely complex mandalas—and eventually, detailed visions of the Divine Mother.  It was a deeply private and moving experience, and that is as much of it as I care to describe publicly.

The next morning, after having dozed fitfully for only a couple hours near dawn, I was drained, stiff, exceedingly tired—but also still pain-free. The muscle relaxants and heavy pain meds were no longer needed at all. That day, rather than struggling to walk a hundred yards with the aid of a cane, I walked—wobbly, but with my former swift stride—a couple tenths of a mile, to the end of our drive and back.

I did this three times over the course of the day, much to the amazement of my spouse. Otherwise, I rested, read a book, and began the process of absorbing the extraordinary events of the previous night.

When I saw my chiropractor two days later, he was floored by the dramatic change. He could detect none of the massive SI and hip joint inflammation and spasms that had been there before, and my hip—while needing some adjustment—seemed to be pretty much where it ought to be. I've always tended to bounce back quickly from injuries, but the sheer degree of sudden improvement confounded him.

A week after that, having already scheduled and gotten insurance approval for the MRI my doctor requested, I went in for the scan, just in case. Soon, the results were in: Completely and utterly normal. No visible damage to the hip, SI joint, or the lumbar discs. Every bone was exactly where it was supposed to be. Having witnessed the leg neuropathy for himself, my doctor was at a loss to explain what happened—one simply cannot fake a lack of reflexes. He was expecting to see a great deal of soft tissue damage, but found none. Oh, he had his theories, that the swelling had spontaneously relented, that muscle spasms quit on their own—but in the end, he admitted he didn't know how I could have recovered so quickly. He, like my chiropractor, had assumed I'd have to endure a lengthy, painful physical rehabilitation taking months, if not longer.

I, on the other hand, know exactly whom to thank: The Divine Mother—and Alx and Jonathan. I'll never forget that night, or that miraculous healing. I am as certain now as I was then that something truly wonderful happened. By the way, within a month, I was able to hike and run 6.5 miles at once, including down and back up an elevation of over 600 feet.

If that's not a miracle, I don't know what is.

— B.M., Boulder Creek