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I would like to share some of those stories that describe a saintly woman, whose life of quiet strength became a role model for those sisters who had lived with her. To them, Sister Lalita was also not only one of the few then-living followers of Swami Vivekananda, but by inviting Swami Prabhavananda to open a Vedanta center in her home at Ivar Avenue, she made it possible for an important Vedanta work in Los Angeles to take root.
For these reasons her story is an important contribution to the early history of the Vedanta Movement in America. Sister Lalita, or Mrs. Carrie Wyckoff, lived from until Swami Turiyananda, who also visited the Mead sisters for two weeks in the summer of , initiated Carrie Wyckoff in the rose garden of the Pasadena house, and later Swami Trigunatita gave her the name Sister Lalita. To those who knew Sister Lalita, her love for gardening was more than a hobby. It was her passion, her worship.
Roses were her favorite flowers, and she insisted that they be watered separately. Even in her eighties, Sister tended her garden so that flowers were always available for the daily worship in the shrine. All I had to offer was a strong back, ignorance, and pleasure in being with her.
Following in the footsteps of his Master, Swami Brahmananda, Swami Prabhavananda used to instruct his monastics at the center to garden at least one hour every day. Working with the soil, the swami explained, cultivates honesty and simplicity—necessary prerequisites for spiritual life.
Truthfulness is purity, and purity is strength. Sri Ramakrishna used to say that truthfulness is the austerity of this age. Once, a woman came to the center proudly wearing a rather garish hat. I want to know what a great man eats and wears, and how he speaks to his servants.
Swami Turiyananda had once told her: It was very easy to pass her by and go where all the activities were, but if you paused and got to know her, the least little thing you did for her made you feel rewarded.
How many of us can make others feel good, not to speak of, blessed? But Sister could—that was her strength—to transmit goodness and strength to those around her. I asked Jnanada what it was like to live with Sister. Never a grumpy word, even when I was late. Instead her enthusiasm for the day ahead. Never once in all the time I was in her [company] and despite all my many shortcomings did she scold.
There was a certain regret in her voice when she spoke of [a particularly flamboyant member of the Vedanta household], but backbiting gossip was foreign to her. Jnanada went on to write: She blessed me, not with words but with love and being, blessings that hold me still.
Sister herself once confided to Sudhira Helen Hall a telling incident. One morning they were all coming down to breakfast, and Sister was right behind Swamiji. According to Sister, the whole world just went away. She was in another place, in another consciousness, and she never remembered getting down the rest of the stairs.
But somehow he got her into the dining room and seated her, and then he took over. And he was so charming, and so entertaining, and so much fun that nobody noticed that Sister was all blanked out; that she was in another place.
Just touching his shoulder had taken her there. From that moment on, Swamiji was God to Sister. Sister was regular in her meditations.
Even in her eighties, she went to the shrine three times a day. Sometimes it took longer for the Light to appear, she explained, assuming that everyone else also saw the Light when prostrating in the shrine. However, when Sister served the breakfast, it was as though she were back in time at Monterey Road, serving Swamiji his American breakfast, consisting of orange juice, two fried eggs, two strips of bacon, two pieces of toast and marmalade, and two cups of coffee with milk and sugar, the second one of which he would always enjoy with a cigarette.
Those who attended this morning service related how they felt that it was not simply a ritual. On the last Vivekananda Puja celebration that Sister Lalita attended, she left the temple and went to see Swami Prabhavananda, who was too ill to attend. According to Abhaya Mrs.
Sister Lalita loved to reminisce about her days with Vivekananda, and though retiring by nature, at those times, she would become especially animated. To her, he was a living presence. It was that of a close sibling. And he was so much fun! When Swami Vivekananda came to live at Monterey Road, the small two-story, three-bedroom Victorian-style house was filled with the Mead household: Swamiji, who had his own room upstairs, felt relaxed within this household.
Swamiji was present at all meals and would sometimes invite students who had attended his morning classes—such as Miss Josephine MacLeod and her sister, Mrs. Francis Leggett—to come to lunch. Mealtime conversations were always lively, with talk of India or some spiritual topic.
At those meals, Mrs. By the time he finished, Mrs. Well, there have been some Marthas, and you are a Martha. Sometimes he prepared chili-hot curries, hand-grinding the spices as he sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor. These were the times when Swamiji was at his merriest. Once Vivekananda asked Sister if she liked one of his spicy dishes. Not a word about this was mentioned - they were hoping to quietly move in until the public found out about it.
If they were going to do it once, who's to say they won't just be sneaky again when the publicity dies down? I can't speak for everyone, but I think that's what most people believe. I don't think that most people have a problem with developmentally disabled people being there providing they're not sex offenders and providing Phoenix House has nothing to do with it. I work with the mentally disabled.
I have devoted my life to it. So if you think that I am against having them in my neighborhood you misunderstood what I am saying. I just don't think that Clark can be trusted, nor do I think anyone wants a mini-prison near their home.
No one can honestly say they want a state run group home next to them, run by someone that doesn't have anyone's trust. I think it will give you a look at the other side or Clark's side. Now we can't even judge people by the content of their character? Well, I am looking at the Inland Regional's Track record If you trust them, then you have more faith in the system than I do. I believe they can not be trusted. Trust must be earned and their actions have been nothing but forced by protests and legal actions.
Never before in the States history have they put a sex offender home like this in a neighborhood. Because they thought they could get away with it. Ensen on Mar 18, 04, That makes 2 in Wrightwood, 25 in Phelan, 8 in Pinon Hills. If you put in address and see a red star right near where you live, that is your own address don't panic. I found eight pages of offenders near my place of buisness. My parents home is very near the house that this thread originally dealt with.
We were incredibly concerned, especially as my sister, who has a young son, was living with them at the time. My fiance and I were also looking at a home in the area, and so I had attended quite a few of the meetings, even going so far as to spend time at the "camp" across the street. No one was happier than I to hear that they had decided to not place sex offenders in that home.
They've since placed developmentally disabled women in the home. Some of the clients in the home have escaped the grounds repeatedly. While the women that have run have been recovered in every instance that I know of , it still brings up the concern that these types of facilities don't have enough staff to properly monitor the activities of their residents.
Nolena on Dec 17, 04, One thing I know we can agree on is that we all dislike living near potential threats of child abuse and sexual abuse. I am glad to see that this information has become so more readily available. My curiosity has made me wonder what kind of backlash will there be because of it?
Before they police just gave block numbers not actual addresses. This brought forth in my mind a few questions: Will vigilantes storm the neighborhoods looking for blood?
Can this information be used fairly and still protect our young? Can a sex-offender really be rehabilitated? Will the fact that sex-offenses are now so public become a deterant to future offenders?