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A story about a prostitute and a vedantist
« on: January 06, 2012, 11:23:14 AM »
There was once a young girl who was brought up in a house of prostitution. This was her destiny at the time. She couldn't get away from it. But she used to pray to Ramana Maharshi, "Oh Lord, if I must go this route, be with me. I'm not praying to change my life, if this is my destiny. But I'm praying that Your strength and Your love will always be with me."

Now across the street was a so-called Jnani. And he used to stand in front of the market place telling everybody they're Consciousness, Absolute Reality, preaching, screaming. This went on for years. Finally the time came when they both died and they went before God. God told the girl, "You have to go back to the Earth, and you have to be a Jnani." And he told the so-called aspiring Jnani, "You have to go back to the Earth as a snake."

The man said, "How come, Lord? I extolled Your virtues to everyone. I told all the people they were Consciousness and they were Asbolute Reality, and You send me back as s snake! What did I do?"

And God said, "You have no heart. You come from the talking school. All you did with your life was to talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. But this girl gave Me her heart. She surrendered to Me. She didn't bemoan her fate. She just wanted Me to be with her during her trials and tribulations. And I gave her the strength to carry on, so now she is free. But you still have a lot to learn. So you have to go back as a snake."

Silence of the Heart, by Robert Adams
Chapter on Surrender, pg. 128-29
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Re: A story about a prostitute and a vedantist
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2012, 01:22:20 PM »
Dear ramana,

There is a similar story of a courtesan Pingala in Srimad Bhagavatam.  This is for a different purpose. One evening she nicely
dressed up and stood at the entrance. No customer came. She changed her dress. Again put up some rouge and then waited
at the entrance.  No one came. Finally it was night.  So she went back to her bedroom, removed her nice garments and put on
a night dress and fell on the bed. She found immense peace. Oh, I have found out the real Rathipradan,  one who gives pleasure.
He is in my Heart. The Self is the best giver of pleasure. I shall sleep with him, not with these earthy mortals. Ramaneeyam Rathipradam,
she says. The Self is Ramana!

Arunachala Siva.