“The vishuddhi, its presiding deity, you could say, is Lord Krishna. The vishuddhi stands for diplomacy and sweetness and self-esteem and communication and collectivity – like your Abraham Lincoln, he stood for collectivity. Abraham Lincoln was a saint – did you know that? – a realized soul. You have had many great men. Roosevelt now, he said, “Poverty anywhere is a threat to prosperity everywhere”. So clear he saw it. So clear. America is so great. It is protected by Lord Krishna’s discus.”
Shri Mataji held up the index finger of her right hand and twirled it, and I swear I could see a bright glittering disc whirling round.
“As long as that discus is there,” she said, “America can never be invaded.”
“Could that protection ever be withdrawn?” I asked.
Shri Mataji shrugged expressively, and raised her eyebrows high. “Perhaps,” she said. “If the land of diplomacy stopped being diplomatic, the land of communications communicated bad things, the land of sweetness turned bitter, then yes. perhaps Lord Krishna might withdraw the protection.”