Daily Messages - 2018
Messages from Swami Dayatmananda
26 October 2018
And what do you write in your application? Stating your qualification, you promise unswerving obedience to him and pray for the favour. All this you do without knowing him. Don't you?
Disciple: "Yes, Maharaj, we do."
Latu Maharaj: "Do the same thing with the Lord. But this application is not something to be sent. It is to be written in the pages of one's own mind, which the Lord sitting within it reads. But the drafting must be factual. Our prayers must be sincere; our words must ring true. When we say, 'May we not forget your name; I have taken refuge in you; kindly make me your servant; remove all doubts that you are our Master, Guru, father, mother, everything, that I am your son; find me my auspicious path; save me from your bewitching Maya; I have not seen you, only heard your name; my Lord, make me your own,' we must mean it wholly, fully. Then only He might one day deign to bestow His grace on you. When that auspicious moment comes, all your hard, soul-burning attempts would come to an abrupt end. Nothing more will remain for you to do. He will take full charge of you and guide you on to the goal, give you your destined work to do, to show you the method, and lead you to its fulfilment."
Jai Ramakrishna.
27 October 2018
Musings of M.
The Apostle and the Evangelist
M: (to himself, wonderingly) Where does this feeling, that I am the doer, come from? Just as the fish cannot live without water—and if one keeps it out of water it tosses about—similarly, we cannot also live without air. Where is kartagiri (doership) in this?
The child drinks the mother's milk, so it lives. We also do the same. The Big Mother's milk (Jagadamba's) we are always drinking. Air, water, food—everything is Her milk. During the winter, She is Herself on the body, in the form of cotton and wool, protecting the body. That's also drinking Her milk.
M. sits down on the north side of the terrace. Overwhelmed with emotion he sings:
You are Tara. Though you have assumed the three gunas, You are even beyond the limitless. I know You, merciful Mother! You are the one to free me from all trials and tribulations. You live on sea, You live on land and you are at the root of the Beginning. You live in all the bodies, in all hearts, both with and without form: You are Sandhya, you are Gayatri. You are the nurse of the Universe, O Mother! You enable one to cross the ocean of the world, You, the Ever-Beloved of Shiva. O Ma, the Controller of the hearts! You are ever awake within. Night and day I live in your lap. Why have you so much affection, love for this worthless child? You are, as though mad in Your Love. Sometimes lovingly, sometimes with all Your force, You make me drink Your nectar and tell me sweet tales. How You love me! It cannot be calculated. Again and again You redeem me, You are the Redeemer of the fallen! Oh! I have found the secret now: Ma is mine and I am Hers. I must walk the path of virtue, listen to You. Sucking at your breast I must be strong and brave, and sing joyfully, "Victory to You, Mother Eternal!"
M. remains silent for a while. Then he resumes his talk.
M: It's just like a puppet dance. The wire drops, immediately it's the end.
He again sings a song:
Ever blissful Kali, the Charmer of the mighty Mahakala. You dance alone, You sing alone clapping Your hands. O Mother! You are the First Cause, Eternal, of the form of the Void, wearing the moon on Your forehead. When the universe did not exist, where did you find your string of severed human heads? You alone are the Mover in every body; we move as you move us. We dance as you make us dance; we speak as You make us speak. But the restless Kamalakant, calling Your names says: 'Ma, the Destroyer of all, holding Your sword now, You have eaten up both virtue and vice!'
M: That is why the rishis, in their search for the Real, found Him alone! Thakur also said: "What more shall I think of? I see, that the Mother alone pervades all."
It is like the pulling of the string of the hand-pulled ceiling fan through a hole—a man sitting outside pulls at its string, but as the puller is not visible one may say there is nobody. Likewise, people say that the creation is automatic. They cannot see its predisposition. That's why they say that God does not exist.
Jai Ramakrishna.