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Miracles Do Happen
« on: January 09, 2009, 03:01:49 PM »
After having been told by Sri Chandrasekara of Kanchi Math, Paul
Brunton went to Tiruvannamalai with Venkataramani.  He reached
on a morning. After presenting the fruits he had brought, he sat on
the floor, keeping a folded blanket under him.  Bhagavan Ramana looked
at him for some time.  He also gazed Him.  No words came forth from
Brunton and no one in the Hall also spoke.  More than an hour passed
like that. The guide asked him whether he (Brunton) would ask any
questions to Maharshi.  Brunton merely said, "another time..."
He describes that one hour.

There is something in this man which holds my attention as steel
filings are held by a magnet. I cannot turn my gaze away from Him.
My initial bewilderment, my perplexity at being totally ignored, slowly
fade away as this strange fascination beging to grip me more firmly.
But it is not till the second hour of the uncommon scene that I became
aware of a silent, resistless change which is taking place within my
mind.  One by one, the questions which I prepared in the train with
such meticulous accuracy drop away. For it does not now seem to matter whether they are asked or not, and it does not mater whether I solve
the problem which have hitherto troubled me. I know only that a steady
river of quietness seems to be flowing near me; that a great peace is
penetrating the inner reaches of my being, and that my thought-tortured brain is beginning to arrive at some rest.

How small seem those questions which I have asked myself with such
frequency?  How petty grows the panorama of the last years!  I perceive with sudden clarity that intellect creates its own problems, and then
makes itself miserable trying to solve them, this is indeed a novel concept to enter the mind of one who has placed such high value upon the intellect.

I surrender myself to the steadily deepening sense of restfulness until two hours have passed. The passage of time now provokes no irritation, because I feel that the chains of mind-made problems are being broken and thrown away. And then, little by little a new question takes the field of consciuousness.

Does this man, the Maharshi emanate the perfume of spiritual peace as the flower emanates fragarance from its petals?

(Source: Arunachla's Ramana. Boundless Ocean of Grace. Volume 2.
Sri Ramanasramam, Tiruvannamalai.)

Arunachala Siva.