Spiritual Blossoms
- As narrated by Sri Bombay Srinivasan
During the long period of seva, in Gold fixing job in Sai Kulwant Hall[Puttaparthi], I witnessed several amazing events. Here is yet another Divine manifestation witnessed by me.
Bhagavan used to inspect the work of Gold Fixing almost every day. The entire team worked very hard in two shifts to match up with Bhagavan’s[Sri Sathya Sai Baba] enthusiasm. Every one worked two shifts every day, with little time for them to have a nice sleep. From morning 8.00 AM till 2 AM the next day.
I had been living in the Round No. 5 Building, just behind the temple of Mother Gayathri. That particular day I was returning back to my room at about 3 AM. When I was reaching the premises near Gayathri Mandir, , I saw a small crowd of seva dals looking at the Gayathri Mandir very intensely. The Seva Dals, I understand were from the State of Orissa. What I saw there, was astonishing. We could hear the shrilling noise of the iron gate of the Mandir being opened, and a brilliant looking lady was getting inside. Once inside, she simply vanished and the gates automatically closed.
The seva dals, who witnessed this event, were very jubilant and were all talking about this Divine experience. They told me that a few hours ago, they had seen, the gate of the Mandir opening and the Lady coming out and then vanishing. It seemed this was the return trip, which I was also fortunate witness
Naturally, this matter was taken up with Bhagavan Himself, the very next day. Bhagavan had a hearty laugh, and told,”Hey, Dwannapothu (meaning male buffalo), it was Mother Gayathri herself was coming out, and then returning back. She was coming to have My Darshan. For your information, it is not Gayathri alone; all Devathas come every day to Prashanthi Nilayam for Darshan.”
To another question, why they come only during night hours, Swami laughed off and said, “Because in day time, you are all surrounding Me!”
"It was a sudden fear of death. The actual enquiry and ascertainment or discovery of 'Who am I'
was over on that very day. Instinctively I held my breath and began to think or dive inward with my inquiry into my own nature. 'This body is going to die', I said to myself, referring to the gross physical body. I came to the conclusion that when it was dead and rigid (then it seemed to me that my body had actually become rigid as I stretched myself like a corpse with rigor mortis, thinking this out), I was not dead. I was, on the other hand, conscious of being alive, in existence. So, the question arose in me 'What is this l? Is it this body who calls himself the 'I'? ' so I held my mouth shut, determined not to allow it to pronounce 'I' or any other syllable. Still I felt within myself the 'I' was there the sound was there and the object calling or feeling itself 'I'was there. What was that? I felt that it was a force or current, a centre of energy playing on the body, working on despite the rigidity or activity of the body, though existing in connection with it. It was that current, force, or centre that constituted my personality, that kept me acting, moving, etc., as I came to know then and only then. I had no idea whatever of my self before that. Once I reached that conclusion, the fear of death dropped off. It had no place in my thoughts. 'I' being a subtle current had no death to fear. So, further development or activity was issuing from the new life and not from any fear. I had at that time no idea of the identity of that current, or about its relationship to Personal God, or 'Iswara' as I used to term Him.. Later, when I was in the Arunachala temple, I learnt of the identity of my personality with Brahman, and later with Absolute Brahman, which I had heard of in 'Ribhu Gita' as underlying all. I was only feeling that everything was being done by the current and not by me. Since I wrote the parting chit, I had ceased to regard the current as my narrow 'I' That current or 'Avesam' was now felt as myself not a superimposition.The awakening gave me a continuous idea or feeling of my personality being a current, force, or Avesam, on which I was perpetually absorbed whatever I did, read, or when I walked, spoke or rested..Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi
பண்டிகை வரப்போகிறது. அதற்கு பலி கொடுப்பதற்கு தான் இந்த ஆட்டை
கூட்டிச் செல்கிறேன்” என்று ஒரு கூயவன் ஜென் குருவிடம் சொன்னான்.
“பலியா?” குரு வியப்புடன் கேட்டார்.
“ஆமாம் சாமி. தெய்வத்துக்கு திருவிழா அன்றைக்குப் பலி கொடுத்தால் விசேஷம். தெய்வம் மகிழ்ந்து வரம் கொடுக்கும். எல்லாம் சுபீட்சமாகயிருக்கும்”
இதைக்கேட்ட குரு எழுந்தார். அந்த குயவனின் மண் பானையை எடுத்து ஓங்கித் தரையில் அடித்தார். பானை துண்டு துண்டாகச் சிதறியது.
குயவன் கோபத்துடன் துறவியைப் பார்த்தான்.
துறவி நிதானமாகக் கீழே குனிந்தார். சிதறிய ஓட்டாஞ் சில்லுகளை ஒன்றுவிடாமல் அடுக்கினார். குயவனிடம் நீட்டினார்.
“என்ன இது?” என்றான் குயவன் கோபமாக.
“உனக்குப் பிடிக்குமே, அப்பா?” என்றார் குரு.
“என்ன உளறுகிறீர்கள். நான் கஷ்டப்பட்டு செய்த பானையை உடைத்து விட்டு அது எனக்கு பிடிக்கும் என்று என்னிடமே நீட்டுகிறீர்கள். கேலியா? கிண்டலா? உங்களுக்கு பித்தா?” என்று ஆத்திரப்பட்டான் குயவன்.
“அப்படியெல்லாம் எதுவும் இல்லையப்பா. உண்மையான அன்புடன் தான் செய்தேன்.” என்று குரு சிறிதும் பதட்டப்படாமல் சொன்னார்.
“நான் செய்த அந்தப் பானையில் என் உழைப்பு முழுவதும் அடங்கியிருக்கிறதே! அதை உடைக்க நான் எப்படிச் சம்மதிப்பேன்? இது எனக்குப் பிடிக்கும் என்று யார் உமக்குச் சொன்னது?”
“நல்லது. ஆண்டவன் படைத்த ஓர் உயிரை கதறக் கதற வெட்டிக் கொன்று பலியிடலாம் என்று உனக்கு யார் சொன்னது? இதை இறைவன் மகிழ்ந்து ஏற்றுக்கொண்டு வரம் தருவான் என்று நீ எப்படி நம்புகிறாய்? எந்தத் தாய் தன் குழந்தை கதறுவதைக் கேட்டு சகிப்பாள்? எந்தத் தகப்பன் தன் குழந்தை கொல்லப்படுவதை விரும்புவான்?” என்று குருவிடமிருந்து அடுக்கடுக்காகக் கேள்விகள் பிறந்தன.
குயவன் நிதானமாக ஆட்டின் கழுத்திலிருந்த கயிற்றை அவிழ்க்கத் தொடங்கினான்.
