Kalyani DuPont
Martine’s story in her own words:
My first encounter with the mystery of life happened in the fifties when, as a small child walking to the grocer’s shop in the city of Blois (France) where I was born. I suddenly realized that the moon was following me! This had triggered a yearning to know the answer to so many questions such as: why is the sky blue and not green, where do we come from, where do we go, who are we…?.
As I grew up and became a young woman, I was a voracious reader – I wanted to study everything. My university choice was to study for a MSc in Physics – believing this would undoubtedly unveil to me the mysteries of the world – which of course it did not! After my MBA at INSEAD, with little appetite for work in a laboratory, I began my business career and was quite successful, rising through senior management roles in several international corporations over two decades. My love of languages helped me I think. But, even though I learnt a lot about others and myself, I found business life hard going!
I had almost lost hope, yet my curiosity about life in the world continued. In my early forties I met Dahan and Mèhèra who introduced me to the Sufi Way. During the first programme I attended, a memorial for Murshid Fazal, I felt I had finally “come home”.
I was initiated by Murshida Sitara and ever since it has been an incredible journey on the Open Path,
where “everything” finally comes together,
where questions and answers do not matter any longer.
Dahan and Mèhèra:
The outpouring of condolences from all over the world following the passing of beloved Martine has been overwhelming. To know the influence she had on so many hearts and souls is a heart-warming and beautiful experience. To feel the love of so many has given us strength and courage through these days and weeks.
We were gifted in our lives with a very special and wonderful person who we loved, and who loved us, so very dearly. She lived her life to the full; it was rich, loving, lively, creative and sometimes brilliant. She was full of spirit and humour. She leaves us so many precious memories and loving feelings and thoughts.
Even in the last period of her life, being sick, fighting it, try to cope positively with the heavy situation, she touched many people’s hearts with her love and spirit.
Martine was a blessing for more than 30 years of our life together, which we will treasure forever. Her spirit and radiation is in us all and will always be.
Mèhèra
I write this tribute to Martine for all beings who were her friends,
For all living in Blois, a town she adored
For all of France, a country she was so proud of,
For this planet, stars and beyond in which she was always interested in.
In short:
For the entire universe with all its paradoxical truths!
Martine tried to resolve all possible and impossible questions through her insatiable curiosity and highly developed intelligence. She studied physics, languages, business, psychology, human nature and much, much more.
She was artistic and creative, she loved music, art, dance, prayer, the light in the sky, shadows, trees, flowers and clouds – she found beauty everywhere.
Her loving nature meant she was loved by so many who met her.
Martine you have been the carrier of light and joy, now you must return to the Source
Thank you for having been with us and showing us The Way.
Dahan
Taran, Jennifer, Max and Sebbie:
When I think of Martine, I think family. In many ways our relationship was one of mother and son and now I have children that she loved and they love her, as a grandmother. She watched me grow up, supporting me along the way, and it is no exaggeration to say that my life would have been very different without Martine. I have much to thank her for.
For me Martine is kindness. She was quick to extend her friendship and love to others and gratefully received it in turn. It is no surprise that she had so many friends from different countries and walks of life. With an easy smile and quick to laugh, she brought joy into the world.
Her intelligence led to an insatiable curiosity. She wanted to learn about the world and seek out new experiences, which resulted in a rich and varied life. She could often be found reading a book or article and would enthusiastically share her newfound ideas and knowledge with friends and family.
She was a great cook and storyteller who liked to entertain and see others happy.
We will miss her loyal, caring and considerate spirit. Thank you for being in our lives and may you Rest in Peace after a life well lived.
Taran
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Martine was a light in all of our lives.
I first met Martine 15 years ago and was struck by her kindness, her grace and her wisdom. She quickly became family and shone her loving light first on me and then our children, Max and Sebastian.
We all love her deeply and wish her peace.
We will remember her often and lovingly and will miss her terribly.
Jennifer
Martine was so very brave fighting her illness. It must have been hard for her to do, but she kept fighting it and she did very well.
When she finally passed it must have been a relief for her because it must have been very painful. But she will be in our hearts forever.
Love
Max
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Martine was very brave battling her illness head on. I love her very much. She was the kindest person.
I remember sitting at the kitchen table in Tourly and she was teaching me French animaux (animals).
Love
Sebbie
Pir Elias:
Waking this morning to the news of Martine —oh! No! came first in my heart, and then as the news settled in me I felt, and feel, how joyously happy she is now, how free and thankful for everything everywhere — she has become the light of her soul released from fear and pain. When her moment came, oh how she was surprised! surprised by the extraordinary, unspeakable, infinite, divine happiness that was revealed. Is she “Martine” anymore? Not really, not like that, though she has become the very light that her smile was for us, her gaiety and love — she’s that in this presence we feel around us. I want to sing halleluiah and praise be!
Maybe grief will come, certainly her absence from our lives leaves an unfillable hole, and yet for her I feel a great ineffable joy — as she died and her body went still, her soul was surprised by a joy she always hoped was true but couldn’t quite believe she was worthy of, and now she knows beyond knowing and has become this light that blesses us and loves, free from time, endless and whole.
And now I imagine the garden at Tourly, and especially dearest Dahan and Mehera, looking out over the landscape for her, the trees waving, the flowers, the pool she swam in. Tears. Your own lives more vividly fragile, momentary. Thankful. And we know that this whole loving community of spirit — Murshid Fazal, Murshida Sitara, me, and all the dear, quirky friends we have lived with and prayed with, disapproved of and forgiven, all of us are with you, in you, thankful for you just as Martine is, so purely now.
With all love,
Elias
Kunderke:
Martine had a strong inner light that shone through her smile, her eyes and her friendship. I was touched by this radiance that could suddenly flood a moment spent together and that wonderful smile that made me smile in return.
Martine was loving. Her heart cared about others and resonated with their pain and joys. She honoured the bonds of love totally, her loyalty to those she loved was without compromise and her life reflected a strong sense of service. She was always a friend.
Martine was humorous. I remember how I laughed and laughed and laughed at the hilarious sketches she could perform during events at Four Winds. I always felt she could have had a second career as a comedian.
Martine was refined and graceful. She personified for me the French woman who knows how to be elegant and tasteful, without overdoing it. Her love of art was evident in her wonderful Paris apartment that I was privileged to stay in a few years ago. Many big volumes on art were everywhere and the decoration was beautiful and impressive.
Martine was deep and subtle. She loved to think about life and to meditate. Friendship with her was also about discussing and sharing moments of prayer and contemplation. Her searching mind and open heart naturally linked with others on a similar quest. She was a valued member of our spiritual community.
Martine, you remain in our hearts. May all our love and blessings be with you.
Kunderke
Binah:
Dearest Martine
Over the 30 years since we first met, we did not have many encounters but they were always marvellous and memorable, lit by your keen intelligence and curiosity, your delicious humour tempered by a deeply loving heart. I would experience an ease, the space between us buoyant with intimacy and openness.
I want to thank you for sheltering my 18-year-old daughter in your Paris flat, when she was fledging into the wider world and in need of a launch pad. She remembers the delicious cup of coffee you brought her, all the more sweet accompanied by your radiant smile. ’She’s very French,’ she told me. “Oh yes, a most worthy ambassador for her country,’ I replied. She was saddened to hear of your passing – she had hoped to see you again, as indeed did I.
I want to thank you (and Mehera) for holding me in your arms at Four Winds when I was unmoored by grief. Your compassionate midwifery supported me to forge a path of renewal.
Above all, I want to thank you for your sisterhood in our tariqa, sharing explorations and friendship as we walked with our caravanserai.
Today, I make an offering in appreciation of your beauty at the Buddhist temple on Lee Chin Terrace in Kennedy Town, Hong Kong. You would love it – humble by temple standards yet frequented by locals, it nestles among trees and lush undergrowth, a magnet for birdlife and their calls. Such a welcoming space, away from the high rises beneath and with a clear view of the harbour and islands beyond.
The walk up is over a 100 steps, which sculpts the breath of mindfulness.
You may have come home to the Source, but your fragrance lingers here.
In Love,
Binah
Joelle:
So many memories, from childhood to adult life! From school in 1958 til the end of our studies at INSA in 1969. I remember that every morning, I met you at the corner of the bridge to walk to college together. I waited and waited for you – you were always late ! I was so scared of being late. We would arrive just before the gates closed and would run to our class !
We were thought of as good pupils.. You, best of the class, and I, always in the top five. This didn’t exclude humour, your ferocious and à propos humour. You would never miss a teacher’s mistake, proof of your intense listening, and then, your whispered comments, sometimes getting us booted out of the class.
After our school years, into INSA, an engineering school in Lyon, where for four years we shared a room. We, two of 23 girls in a student pool of 800! How well we learned to understand the difference between diversity and equality!!!
Then each of us left in the whirlwind of life.
These bindings woven during childhood and adolescence did cement a beautiful friendship that we were able to sustain all along even though we did not meet as often and regularly as before.
In the beginning of this year, you were hospitalized in Paris in a clinic very close to my house. During those three months, we re-found ourselves, evoking many memories, but also filling in the missing chapters. Martine, I am happy and proud to have met you and known you. You are the longest and most beautiful friendship of my life.
Joelle
Cousins Claude et Nicolas:
We became closer while visiting you during your hospital stays in Paris.
As the days went by, we discovered a lively cousin, playful, humorous, cultivated and affectionate, but above all, strong and courageous.
We say goodbye to your body, but, you, Martine, stay forever present in our hearts.
Claude & Nicholas
Teresa and Jan:
Martine, my dear Martine, these last two years, as hard as they have been, didn’t succeed in breaking you.
You didn’t change, despite a growing weakness. Until the last moment, your character was ever so tender, generous, luminous, nothing could ever destroy this. You remained deeply grateful for all that life was giving you, grateful to those whom you loved and who loved you, grateful to those who surrounded you. Still able to see beauty in all its splendour.
Martine, all of this remains with us, you didn’t leave us, I thank you for all you have been and will ever be.
We love you,
Teresa & Jan
Nadine:
Little words for a great friend.
Martine, my dear Martine, we have known each other for 43 years, our encounter at Cointreau could have been purely professional, yet our friendship was immediate at first sight, This friendship grew stronger and stronger, you were godmother to my second daughter, Julie, you often advised her elder sister Camille when she was hesitating in the midst of life choices, you knew my three daughters but also each of my grand-children. All these years represent a long journey, a great mosaic of happy souvenirs.
You were a model of intelligence, culture and humanity, You knew how to listen, understand, give comfort. So many confidences shared between us for hours on the phone!
You also were funny and we often laughed together, even in rather difficult moments. As your illness progressed, you showed much courage. Far from centering on your own misfortune, you still found ways to care about others, to say that there were situations worst than yours, to worry about your mama, about Mèhèra.
So today, I want to thank you ; thank you for having been my friend, thank you for having brought so much over these years. I miss you a lot, but I wish for you to Rest In Peace in this halo of friendship and love surrounding you.
Nadine
Ashen:
Martine. I fondly remember her radiant smile.
I share a photograph I took during a Qawwali event by Kiran and Jeannie at Four Winds.
Beyond the many passionate interests Martine had in life, which made her intellect sparkle, music stood out, and Qawwali deeply touched her heart.
I also remember her love for cooking, as I experienced during a memorable stay at Tourly.
Her presence in the kitchen spelled alchemy..
She added a blessed light and joy to Dahan and Mehera’s life.
My regrets for her loss go out to them ♥
with love
Ashen
Nicole:
My sweet friend Martine,
Our unwavering friendship accompanied us for 50 years, through thick and thin, all along on our earthly odyssey.
Many happy moments brought us closer and strengthened our link. On the other hand, each was trying to comfort the other in moments of adversity. You always knew how to take height and reach towards a pacifying spiritual station.
Now, after an admirable and courageous struggle, you rejoined your dad and our inseparable common friend Martine, however you remain ever so present, close to your dear mam and to all of us, and you will continue nourishing our mind and heart with your wonderful listening and understanding qualities, pillars of your sensitivity and wisdom.
Nicole
Alain:
On a beautiful day in the seventies, my wife to be, Martine MAISONDIEU met Martine JESUS in Fontainebleau, near Paris.
These promising surroundings gave birth to a stainless friendship which expanded to both Martines’ close ones, friends and families.
From Martine’s all well known qualities, I, Alain Garrigue, shall essentially keep at heart the fact that her affection, her spirit and her faithfulness made our life more beautiful.
In my name, in the name of Clémence, my daughter and Roland, my brother, we are grateful to her parents, to have given us such a friend.
Today our two Martines are together again.
Alain
Kiran
A musical offering, recorded soon after Martine’s passing, called Theme for Martine, an offering in her memory. I am not a pianist but I play occasionally, freely, on our slightly off-tune piano. This came after my Indian scales singing/tuning practice and I recognized it was for her. I have let it be unpolished and send it with love and memories.
Kiran
Yona
Martine is right here, present in my heart, alive, as if dancing. The veil that darkened her has vanished. She is now free from pain, free of her form, in the boundless spaciousness of light. This great reality doesn’t prevent our sadness, but softens it. Her absence touches us.
One day, in the beginning of the nineties, our dear friends Dahan and Mèhèra invited me and my uncle Paul to meet them in well-known brewery in the Marais district (my uncle, whom I was visiting, lived in Paris). Martine, until then unknown to me, suddenly showed up, radiant smile and cherry colour lips, intelligent, full of love and energy.
This first encounter remains vivid.
Since then, so many other meetings, in Paris in her flat, in Tourly, in Holland, Germany, Four Winds… So many Sufi Way and Open Path programs and retreats, shared, prayed and sung together,
Martine became as a sister to me, a « sister in language » – French, since in our community, English is the usual language spoken. What a wonderful gift it has been to work together revisiting, correcting and improving the translations into French of Elias’ books The Open Path and Free Medicine published in the States. This work together allowed us to deepen our understanding of his teachings on non-duality.
Martine in writing as in life was nuanced, accurate in the choice of words, elegant, clear and flexible. She was an ideal partner whom I deeply appreciated. I miss her. We also laughed a lot: her sense of humour gave salt and impetus to our work.
For all of this, and much more, thank you, my dear Martine, thank you, thank you!
Yona
Farida (Suzanne):
Martine was a shining star of a human being! She was intelligent, kind, generous, humorous. She was honest, practical, hard working. She was deep, loving, creative. Even those descriptions are simply starting points.
I have known Martine since the early 1990s. But I really came to call her my friend in the spring of 1996. She invited me to stay for a few days in her flat in Paris. For the first time in my life I was able to give myself a holiday and I walked around all the art galleries and I drew sketches of doorways and windows and views of rooftops. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of my experience. I can say with utmost sincerity, my life changed. I realised my life was full of beauty, I just needed to open my eyes to it. Martine freely gave me that gift.
We shared many more through the years since. Pure joy and exhilarating laughter offering Magic Theatre performances at Four Winds. Sharing our life troubles, understanding each other’s stresses and weaknesses, strengths and challenges. Martine could listen with understanding and compassion and without judgement – unless my self-pity took hold – then she would say, “Now, Farida, stop! You are better than this!” If she was ever short with me, I knew it was because I was letting myself down.
In fact, the only time I knew I really let her down was wearing my trainers to walk around Paris. She was horrified!
I will miss Martine in my life. She and I had talked about how we could develop our friendship, especially through our shared love of drawing and painting, in our aging years. I had been so looking forward to it, but, as people say, God sometimes has other ideas. I look up to the sky and think of her and feel her love and I send her mine, always and ever.
Farida
Isha:
I found I had no words when I first heard of Martine’s passing. I recall the times I have sat with her and Fadua and Sitara, with Mehera and Dahan and with others who, like me, shared the pleasure of Martine in all the ways she touched us.
It does not stop the feeling of loss or the grief which sits with us. But those memories that arise from the many times we played together, enjoyed one another, shared sorrow and joy together, lived together, had so much fun and laughed so much…all of that stays with us as well. She was such fun to be around, with her sly French wit and rich sense of humour.
There is a mercy at work here it seems. Dear Martine, I send you my love.
Isha
Puran:
Such sweet sorrow. What a beautiful, wise soul is now liberated! Yet at the same time opening to the grief that we must now embrace,
From the moment Martine came into our lives she nestled into her own place among us, found her own authentic ‘way of sufi’. Do you remember, those of you who were at the gathering in Katwijk in 2015, how hilarious she was? This sharp and profoundly funny sense of humour and the steadiness of her companionship is how I will carry her in me now.
Puran
Latifa:
I first met Martine in 2011 at Croydon Hall when I attended my first Sufi Way retreat. I remember vividly the strong feeling of really liking her playfulness and lightness of Being. I met Mehera and Martine in the swimming pool. I was a little anxious as I didn’t really know many of the other folk, but I was soon put at ease by Martine’s kindness towards me, I felt welcomed and at home.
We became friends and I shall never forget Martine’s strong and passionate advice to me when I introduced my partner Nicky over a beautiful meal near to where we live in Gloucestershire. She told me to hold on to this beautiful woman as she is someone very special…..and so I did!
Dear Martine, thank you for being in my life, I shall miss you.
You will remain one of the dearest, most passionate, funniest, kindest and intelligent women I had the great privilege of knowing.
Rest in Peace.
Latifa
Marcel, Heidi, Jasper & Barthe
I first met Martine as a dear friend and colleague of Dahan and I remember a real French dinner at her flat in Paris. I recall the lively and vivid discussions on various topics varying from business, politics, healthy living to cultural topics and events.
After my studies, Heidi became part of my life, and in 2002 and 2004 Jasper and Barthe were born. Mehera and Dahan had already moved to Tourly by then and Martine too was there most of the time when we visited.
Martine had an amazing set of gifts! She was a hard worker, first at Bayer and later with Slim Fast and with Mind Manager France and the book she wrote! Her humour was unique, as well as her acting and cooking skills. (We even discovered she can play soccer too!)
Martine inspired us in so many ways: Reading so many books from all formats and subjects, always willing to share gained new insights. Showing interest in people, with warmth and curiosity. Enjoying family life especially all the children. Observing everything and everyone around her whilst also keeping an eye on the children and sharing her observations in detail afterwards. Then, at the end of the day, preparing the most delicious meals with the Tarte Tatin or other delicious deserts as a bonus.
Martine, you have a very special place in our hearts, and we will remember you forever. With the biggest hug possible, we let you go!
Love,
Marcel, Heidi, Jasper & Barthe
Claire:
Universe is Mystery
Life in Universe is Mystery
Martine’s life is Mystery
It seems to me that within Martine lived a strong desire to know more, to understand more – and then more still – and her spirit was largely opened.
She was very clever and was able to find solutions to all sorts of problems and always ready to help those around her as much as possible, often forgetting herself.
Life and Blessings on Martine
for ever
Claire Fontaine
Sophie:
Martine,
With this message, I join all those mourning your loss. I felt great sadness in hearing about your passing away, and also regret not having taken the time to come and visit you over the last while.
I shall always keep in mind our first meeting in Tourly, and the following ten years when I was fortunate enough to work at your side. You trusted me and helped me strengthen trust in myself, encouraging me to give trainings (something I never thought I could do).
I always admired your life, high level studies, positions of responsibility, far distance journeys…
I’ll never forget you and embrace you wherever you are.
John:
My dearest Martine,
I wish to thank you for your kindness, affection and friendship for over fifty years. We met 51 years ago at INSEAD. We were some of the youngest to join the 13th Class. You already were an engineer and a graduate of ScPo. Brilliant and beautiful. After graduation you went to work for a large consumer goods company in corporate marketing, I went to the French Caterpillar dealer in marketing and sales. We stayed in touch and spoke often. You knew Anne and cared about her. You were with us for Claire’s, Pierre’s and Martin’s births. You were there also when little Pierre died. Anne, our children and I left for Houston early 1982. For the next forty years, you and I met on almost every one of my trips to France. Often, we had lunch on the Seine in Conflans. We talked about our lives and loves. Twice, I met you in Tourly, your beautiful home. Always we spoke of your Mom! You told me of your happy life with Dahan and Mehera.
You kept in touch with old classmates from Insead and gave me their news. You were always a faithful friend. When Anne went back to France, you welcomed her and gave her your wonderful friendship.
You introduced me to MindManager. In the “old days”, everyone was talking about “brainstorming”, paper board meetings, team involvement. MindManager actually did something about it. Although I am certainly not an expert user, I had used MM many times over the years as a way to explore thoughts about a subject and then how to organize them. I have used MM for personal issues, relations with vendors and ways to help customers improve their businesses. Thank you for MM. I found your book a few weeks ago while organizing the library in my new home. I will treasure it forever.
The last few years with Covid were hard on our relationship. No, it did not diminish it, it just made it hard to meet. We discovered each other on WhatsApp. I often called you while driving back and forth to Dallas where I have many customers. You told me about Dahan’s Lyme disease and the challenges the three of you met with the medical community. You told me how worried you were about Dahan. You kept me abreast of his illness, the ups and downs. You recently told me he was doing better, I’m happy for Dahan and Mehera.
I travelled to France in June; you were the first person I met. I knew you were not well, but I was surprised to see you in bed. We talked for almost two hours. Catching up with our lives, we spend a wonderful time together. You were alert and caring. I was very happy to have stopped.
Then the evening before leaving for Houston, I stopped by again. It pained me to see you hurting. We talked a bit; you drifted off a few times. It was warm and loving to sit with you. I am so very happy to have seen you one last time.
Martine, I am blessed that you were my friend for so long. We talked religion (I was intrigued by your contacts with Eastern religions and the wonderful people you met), politics (we certainly had our differences, but both believed in individual freedom and responsibility), business (both your MMD and my Interex, independent businesses are rewarding and challenging), friendship and families. You loved your mother deeply; I hope she is well, and I keep her in my thoughts. Your family was central to your life, Dahan, Mehera and the children of whom you were so proud.
We spoke often of our relationship which was deep and long-lasting. So much more to say about you and our friendship. When I left you last time, I said three words to you. I stand by those words; you are part of my life and always will be.
With all my affection,
John
Patrick and Rosaleen:
When I think about Martine the quality DELIGHT rises within. It was always a delight to see her. The clothes she wore and her fashion sense were absolutely delightful. When she came into a room it made me feel lighter. Her sense of humour was a real delight with that twinkle, that light in her eyes. Even when she was exasperated, she expressed it so delightfully. And now that she has passed it really is like a light has gone out in our lives.
With love from your good friend
Patrick.
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Dearest beloved Martine – Where to start. First of all to say how much I miss you and our little exchanges. I was just reading over the texts between us especially during her illness and how we laughed at the little things. I miss your humour. You brightened a room when you entered it. I have so many wonderful memories of time spent with you, including our time together in Utah and of course in Tourly. I am very proud to have had you as my very special friend and I’m going to miss you so much.
Rosaleen x
Pascal and Lenhard:
To Martine
We keep warm memories of all the beautiful moments, meals and talks together. Your lively character, enthusiasm and interest in other people (and our family) were inspirational. We especially remember your open and inquiring mind, your enthusiasm and stylish appearance and the frequent loud laughter.
As a spare ‘aunty’, next to the spare granny and grandpa Mehera and Dahan, you will also have a special place in the hearts of Jolien, Kylian and Laurijn. Because we spoke English, the kids claim they were encouraged by you to learn the language.
Of course it was a bit of a bustle when were around. Somehow you managed the chaos. In each of the occasions three elements reoccurred and are symbolic of you:
Food
While Mehera is always after the best ingredients and wines, your magic in the kitchen turned them into the most wonderful meals. From melon soup to confit de canard. We even got a dish named after you ‘Martine-eten’ which stands for chicken, pineapple, bananas and with coconut sauce with rice. And a dinner should never be finished without some (most of the time plenty of) excellent French cheese. You have taught us the indulgence of French cheese and the importance of cheese in life in general.
Play/ joy
Playing is important. We keep vivid memories of the first Dutch – French football tournament held in Tourly! In the French team you were the most fantastic player. A true joy and a live time memory for the kids. Next to the water polo games in the pool and moments of ‘rest’ in the jacuzzi. Also, your performances were hilarious.
Learning
Fuelled by your inquiring mind, broad interests and lots of reading, sharing insights and new developments were always part of our talks. With many tips for new reads as a result. Your curiosity and drive to learn sets an example and will always be an inspiration.
You will stay in hearts and minds.
With love,
Lenhard, Pascal, Jolien, Kylian and Laurijn
Syed
Living beyond time~Martine Sohni Kaki
It was September of 2018 when we met in Tourly, France and it is still ongoing, only its form has changed.
Martine Sohni was a person with a very enlightened heart, she could instantaneously enter into the zone of ownership and acceptance for the divine. The purity that she was blessed with, was so beautiful that she could express what she felt without the fear of how others would judge her. She had no intention to build her image as a very enlightened or positive being, rather always the one who is learning, a traveller with a long way to destination.
She could talk her heart out without any lag. She was strong enough to push away any external influence on her thoughts which might have been perceived by some as a person with arguments, whereas it was a blessing on her that she could express herself straight through her heart and in a very meaningful way.
Divinity entered her heart without any resistance and was reflecting through her presence. Her quality of expressing her emotions helped her in being a good doer, implementing what she feels as true and leaving a long lasting impact on others. It was very evident that she was a blessing for all. She could easily touch the feelings of the ones in her surroundings seamlessly, making way to their heart in no time. She had no strength to defend her ego, she always surrendered to the moment that is carrying a bigger reality than her own. It always made her swim deep into divinity, changing and adapting quickly, leaving her limitations behind and entering into a more positive side of her.
She never had to work or force herself to trust what is true and then be loyal to it. Enlightenment was so deeply ingrained in her personality as a primal fragrance that those who have experienced her physically can easily relive Martine whenever they want. Forgetting her would be forgetting your own self.
Respect to the ever living Martine Jesus, our Sohni kaki (Beloved Beauty)
Dr. Syed Asad Gilani
“This recitation is about Oneness of God. In order to see it everywhere and wake up to this ever-present fact, one has to erase their ego, erase their name, and all their belongings, hiding the Oneness of God.”
with love
Ece