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« Reply #315 on: September 17, 2013, 02:17:30 PM »
Silent Power:

K.K. Nambiar:

People who visited Sri Bhagavan during His lifetime, could not have failed to observe the characteristic pose in which
He reclined on His sofa, with eyes closed and His head supported with His left arm, particularly at the time of Vedaparayana
and so on.

Some of us devotees sitting around used to watch Him intently during such periods.  On several occasions, I used to mentally
pray to Him that on reopening His eyes, He should bestow a look at me and I must say I was never disappointed. So, it
was crystal clear to me that prayers to Sri Bhagavan need not be vocal and He felt, knew, and answered, the inner prayers
of all His devotees.

Conversely, there were also occasions when I sat at the feet of Sri Bhagavan and intently meditated on His form with closed
eyes, and most often when I opened my eyes, Sri Bhagavan appeared to be watching me.  It is of great comfort even now to
recall the experience of those exquisite moments which stand out so vividly in my memory.  Time has not effaced even a fraction
of those vistas.

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« Reply #316 on: September 17, 2013, 03:57:56 PM »
Bhagawan used to have two pieces of small clothes with him. He used to use these for covering very little part of his body, irrespective of the season. He would store one cloth in a small hole in a tree and sometime later, he would actually wash it and dry it and then use it. One day one of his followers became curious and wanted to know what he was hiding in that hole of the tree. He went there and pulled the cloth out of that. He was shocked to see that the cloth had more holes than the cloth itself. He asked Bhagawan, "Bhagawan! You have so many followers and many of them are stinkingly rich. Cant they get u a simple untorn loin cloth for you to wear?" Bhagawan responded, "Who said I am poor and I needed a untorn loin cloth? Dont u see this? This has so many holes in it like Sahasraaksha (One with 1000s of eyes). Indra is also known as Sahasraaksha. In Rudraadhyaayam (Namakam recited during Rudrabhshekham), Sahasraaksha is one name used to address the Lord. I feel as if Indra is wrapping me. What more privilege a human being can have in a life?" But he never took any money or anything from any body because Bhagwan never had to touch money (only once after ran away from home).
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« Reply #317 on: September 18, 2013, 11:12:12 AM »

T.K. Sundaresa Iyer:  At the Feet of Bhagavan:

Sri Bhagavan was in the Virupaksha Cave on the Hill.  One evening, after 7.00 pm. they were all coming down the Hill
to go around Arunachala.  The other devotees, had all gone in advance.  Only Sri Kavyakanata Ganapati Muni was in the
company of Sri Maharshi.  And they were slowly climbing down the steps from the Cave.

When they had walked a few steps, all of a sudden Sri Maharshi stopped, and with Him, Sri Kavyakanta Ganapati as well.
The full moon was shining bright in the starry sky.  Pointing to the moon, and the beautiful sky, Sri Bhagavan said,
'Nayana !  If the moon, and all the stars have their being in ME, and the sun himself goes around MY hip with his satellites.
Who am I? Who am I?' 

This remark of Sri Maharshi made His blessed disciple envisage the Master as the Great Person of the Vedas, as described
in Sri Rudram, the Purusha Sukta and the Skamba Sukta of the Atharva Veda.  He is verily all these, and That beyond; And
there is nothing that is not He.

Sri Kavyakanta later made this revelation known to all the devotees.

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« Reply #318 on: September 18, 2013, 11:26:28 AM »

Silent Power - J. Suryaprakasa Rao:

In the year 1946, a friend of mine informed me about the glory of Tiruvannamalai and its Sage.  The photo of Sri Bhagavan
in a smiling posture, was secured by me.

It was three years later, during May 1949, that I decided to have His darshan. On entering into His presence, the general
silence and serenity captivated me.  At first I was partly anxious to get near Him and partly timid.  I only mentally repeated,
'Bhagavan, I have come,' as though it was a long expected meeting.  He looked into my eyes. Even from a distance I could
not stand the brilliance of those eyes. I tried to meditate.  Presently there was some conversation.

A European lady sat there attired in Indian style.  After repeated jingling of her bangles, Bhagavan asked in Telugu, smilingly,
'What is the matter?'  Somebody said 'She wore bangles.'  'Oh I see.' said Bhagavan.  He was then looking at some of the
correspondence, at the playing of squirrels, and at the feeding of the white peacock. 

In the afternoon, by the time we came, the sitting had already commenced. There was no interruption to the supreme silence.
A cultured family of a mother, husband, and wife came and offered some tiffin which He took, washed His hands and resumed
His inimitable posture.  We sat in silence for some time and took leave after prostrating to Sri Ramana Bhagavan.

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« Reply #319 on: September 19, 2013, 10:29:40 AM »
T.K. Sundaresa Iyer - At the Feet of Bhagavan:

In Brute and Man alike:

Sri Rangaswamy Iyengar was a businessman in Madras. He had been frequenting Sri Bhagavan, much earlier than even the
Pachaiamman Koil days of 1906.  When Sri Bhagavan was in the Pachaimman temple during the days of the great plague in
Tiruvannamalai, Sri Iyengar one day arrived at the Bhagavan's place, by train by 1 O'clock, in the blazing sun. Sri Bhagavan
received him with His usual beaming face of smiles and the sweet milk of kindness.  Sri Iyengar was asked by the devotees around
to have his bath in the pond nearby and he left Sri Bhagavan's presence to bathe there in front of the temple.

The spot was very lonely; Sri Iyengar was bathing at the eastern ghat.  All of a sudden Sri Bhagavan, who was seated inside
the temple, left the place.  Those around thought that He was walking out for some bodily need of His own.  When He came
there He saw a leopard come to the pond to quench its thirst at the northern edge. 

Says Sri Bhagavan quietly to the animal: 'Go now, and come later; he would be afraid.' referring to the man bathing nearby.
At these words of Sri Bhagavan, the animal went away.

Sri Bhagavan then went up to the bather, who had by then finished his bath, and said to him: 'We should not come here at
this part of the day; wild animals come at these hours to quench their thirst.'  He did not add that a wild animal had actually
come there, lest the man be frightened.  Thus did Sri Bhagavan reveal His equality of being in both the brute and the man.

A few days later, He Himself told us of this incident.                   

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« Reply #320 on: September 20, 2013, 11:20:37 AM »
T.K. Sundaresa Iyer -  At the Feet of Bhagavan:

The Ekarart and the Princely Beggar:

We go back to 1924.  Those were the days of the newly found Sri Ramanasramam at the foot of the Hill.  The Old Hall
had not yet come to existence, and Bhagavan sat in the thatched shed of the early days in front of the Matrubhuteswara
Shrine.  A small elevated seat of cement was made there for Him, and He used to sit on it  day and night.  It was here
that on a certain Sivaratri He once kept the assembled devotees in perfect silence and stillness all night, to explain the
real meaning of the Dakshinamurti Hymn.

One day at about 10 a.m. a certain princely person appeared before Sri Bhagavan.  We need not mention names, but it is
enough to say that he was very pious and devoted to the worship of Siva, learned in Tamizh and in the Scriptures.  He had
great love for saints (sadhus). Having heard of Sri Bhagavan's greatness, he had long been eager to pay his respects to Him,
and now after several years of effort had come to Him.

In his royal robes, he stood in the presence of Bhagavan for over half an hour; nobody spoke to him or asked him to be seated.
It seemed that he found pleasure in standing before Bhagavan, and stood motionless like a statue.  Bhagavan was equally still,
sitting like a statue. 

His glorious eyes were all the time on the devout personality, blessing him with His grace. Bhagavan and he remained without
a movement; there was perfect silence in the room.  It was a wonderful sight to see the Ekarat (emperor of saints) Himself
giving and the princely beggar receiving at His hands.  After the half hour, the Prince prostrated before Bhagavan and left.

The funny side of the incident is that a sadhu who accompanied the Prince returned with a few hundred rupee notes and placed
them at Sri Bhagavan's feet saying that the Prince gave the money to help sadhus here.  The Master remarked; Look at this !
A Prince, finding no peace pleasure in his own environment, comes to beg of this pauper (kaupina dhari ), thinking that what is in
us is real thing that life needs, and you run after him to beg of that beggar !  How clever of you !'

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« Reply #321 on: September 20, 2013, 02:25:36 PM »
Silent Power:  P.T. Muthuswami.

My joy found no limit when I had the darshan of Sri Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi on the 8th June 1947, at 9.20 am. 
Apart from the Asramam inmates, Indians and foreigners, there used to be a stream of visitors both in the morning and the
evening.  Some visitors, with the permission of the Asramam authority, used to take snapshots of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi.

In my heart of hearts, I was deeply thinking whether I could be so fortunate to have a photo taken along with Sri Bhagavan.
A good and pious idea indeed !  But, the question of its fulfillment was entirely left to the grace of Guru dev. 

It so happened that a rich and a pious soul with a band of devotees from Andhra, came to Arunachala temple and then to
Sri Ramanasramam. They had the darshan of Sri Bhagavan in the morning and they arranged for a group photo to be taken
along with Him in the evening.

Sri Bhagavan stood in front of the small gate towards the eastern side, facing Arunachala Hill.  Another devotee and myself
were observing all this very keenly from a respectful distance.  One of the devotees seeing Sri Bhagavan standing, had very
wisely brought a stool from the Asramam, upon which, Guru dev sat.  The photo was about to taken when the Sarvadhikari,
in hurrying up the spot, saw me and another devotee standing, and asked us to follow him. We both immediately followed
him and joined the group photo.  The photo was taken. My happiness was beyond expression.  I have a copy of this eventful
photo with me.  This is how 'kripa' of Bhagavan works miraculously.

Bhagavan can be compared to the Saptha Rishis of the ancient times.  Those who came in contact with such a great personality,
an embodiment of supreme Self-hood are really blessed.  They should consider themselves very fortunate.

Those who lived in Sri Ramanasramam knew fully well how punctuality used to be observed in every activity of the Asramam.
Even breakfast, lunch, tea and supper used to be precisely at 7.00 am. 11.00 am. 3.00 pm and 7.30 pm. respectively.

At the ringing of the bell, Sri Bhagavan would go to the dining hall from the main darshan hall.  The devotees would follow
Him with great reverence.  He used to sit in the middle of the dining hall and of all the devotees sitting in the rows.

Different varieties of delicious dishes used to be served systematically and briskly by some of the devotees.  Every variety,
each in small quantity, used to be served to Bhagavan.  He used to mix up the food, vegetables, chutneys, and other things
all into one paste and keep it ready. 

When serving was finished Sri Bhagavan used to ask 'Finished?' meaning whether serving was completed.  Sarvadhikari
replying in the affirmative used to prostrate before Him. Sri Bhagavan would then cast a benign glance all around and would
nod His head signifying to commence eating.  Perfect silence would be prevailing in the dining hall, although the number present
would be more than a hundred.  Sri Bhagavan would leave the plantain leaf after His meals, in such a clean manner, as it was
placed, before the meals were served.  Not even a particle of rice would be left on it

The very life of Sri Bhagavan was itself sacred scripture.  He was moving Veda and Upanishads.  His teachings were through
silence.  Who would have understood His immutable silence, the very nature of one's own Self !

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« Reply #322 on: September 21, 2013, 11:41:28 AM »
T.K. Sundaresa Iyer:  At the Feet of Bhagavan:

Dr. R. Venkatarangan, the eye specialist, had come from Madras.  As Chinnaswamy remembered that Bhagavan's spectacles
needed new lenses, he requested that they be brought from the Hall and given to the doctor.  The doctor tested these lenses
and compared them with his own; he thought that his own spectacles would suit Bhagavan's eyes; so he sent them through
me to Bhagavan, who put these spectacles on and found them suited His eyes admirably.  The doctor's lenses were both for
distance and reading, while Sri Bhagavan's were for reading only.  And the latter was in fact what Bhagavan said He wanted.

I left Bhagavan's spectacles with Him and returned with the doctor's, reporting that they suited Bhagavan well.  Thereupon,
Chinnaswamy got the doctor to consent to leave His own spectacles and take Bhagavan's instead.  I was sent again to Bhagavan
to leave the docotor's glasses with Him and bring His to the doctor. 

Now Bhagavan was not agreeable to this proposal.  But, remembering how anxious Chinnaswamy was to have Bhagavan's glasses
replaced immediately, I in an unwary moment pressed upon Him to accept the doctor's and give His own o be taken by the
doctor.  I cannot say how hot headed I was to press upon Bhagavan, while knowing full well  that He would not agree.  Bhagavan
looked at me and said: Hoom, why do you press on me what I do not want?  I do not want glasses for distance, I want them
only for reading.' So I came back with the doctor's glasses and reported the refusal  to Chinnaswamy.

This happened on the day before a Jayanti.  I was participating in birthday activities and busily engaged in ever so many affairs.
Bur from the moment I returned from Bhagavan, a burning fire took hod of me, the discomfort of which cannot be described.  Yet
was going on with my work while the fire kept burning me.

The Jayanti day passed. The next morning the fire increased; it burned, burned, and burned, till I could not stand it no longer.
Having taken delivery of certain articles intended for celebrations, I was returning from the railway station.  I handed over the
articles to the stores clerk, and ran into Hall like a madman in a frenzy.

The Hall was full of devotees and Bhagavan reposed in His ceaseless Blissfulness. I fell prostrate and cried, 'Oh, Bhagavan! Forgive
me, I erred.  I should not have pressed those glasses on you and earned that HOOMKAR. It burns me, burns me!  I can bear it
no longer. I tried to bear it for three days, night and day, but I can bear no more.  Not that you intended to punish me; my own
action brought it on me. If a pot falls on a rock and breaks, it is not the fault of the rock that the pot is broken. If an audacious man
does ill to the Wise, it is not the Wise who sends punishment, it is the man himself who earns it.  So, Bhagavan, pray look at me, and
let this burning heat go !'

Thus I cried before Bhagavan, to the astonishment of Himself and of those around.

Bhagavan looked at me and said, 'What is all this?  I was never in the least offended. Don't worry. Sit down and it will be alright.'

So I sat, a penitent creature, and wept like a child.  In less than ten minutes, I became normal. The burning heat vanished
miraculously.

Good devotees may know that however well intentioned they may be, they should not clash with the wish of Mahatmas
and get hurt.

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« Reply #323 on: September 21, 2013, 01:39:05 PM »
Silent Power - Maurice Frydman

Just six months after I came to India, I was left alone, and had no friends.  The person whom I loved died and I had nothing
to attract me in life.

Quite accidentally, just for fun, I dropped in at Tiruvannamalai.  I went direct to the Swami but I was ordered out by His
disciples as I had not taken off my shoes. 

After bathing and other preparations, I went again to the Hall and remained there with the Maharshi for two hours.

Then I understood that I had met someone, the likes of whom I had never met before.

I did not know then what was meant by words like Maharshi and Bhagavan.  I had no preconceived ideas and yet I felt
that there was something extraordinary in that man.

I was told about His teachings but they were far too high for me. I did not understand what they meant but I felt a strong
and lasting affection for Him.  I was alone in India and I attached myself to Him as a homeless dog would to his master.

Afterwards, whenever I felt worried, I used to go to Arunachala, and sit in His presence.  In the early days I would be asking
questions, but later when I began to visit Him more and more and more, the discussion with Him grew less and less.

Then I began to visit Him almost every month.  I knew no Sadhana or Dhyana. I would simply sit in His presence.  To my
questions, Sri Maharshi would say, 'Find out who you are.' I could not make out anything but all the same I felt happy.

Slowly some change came in me.  Just as the egg grows and hatches only with the aid of the warmth of the mother, I was
also getting into shape slowly and steadily in His presence.

My mind became more quiet than before.  Previously it was unhappy and never satisfied.  Now a kind of security and peace
began to be felt spontaneously.

I felt that Sri Maharshi was coming nearer and nearer as time passed.  Afterwards, I used to think of Him whenever I felt unhappy.
He used to appear before me and ask if I have not committed any sin.  If I had erred or sinned, He used to hide Himself for a time
but later on appear and reply. 

His affection was always there and as fire melts ice so His affection made my worries melt.

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« Reply #324 on: September 22, 2013, 09:46:22 AM »
Silent Power - Varadachari:

Though I have had unique opportunities of studying some of the characteristics works of Sri Ramana, yet it was only
in April 1947, that I had the good fortune of beholding Him face to face.  This darshan of the Sage is an experience in
itself.  It is not capable of being described.  So very casual yet pregnant, so very unobtrusive yet deeply significant,
almost everything that occurs in the Asramam seems to be inundated with the quiet consciousness of the Master. Such
indeed was my reflective impression.  Pleasant, deeply penetrating and inspiring somewhere in the depths, it showed that
the activity of the spirit is of a different order and kind from what we know to be 'activity.'


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« Reply #325 on: September 22, 2013, 02:23:42 PM »
Crumbs from His Table:

Earnestness or Sraddha: 

Faith is essential for Knowledge - B.G. VI. 39.

When the writer visited Sri Ramanasramam, last July, he saw an annotation of Sri Ramana's great work Ulladu Narpadu and
desired to make a copy, but not having the leisure he left home without doing so.

So, when he came back to the Asramam this time, the first thing he did was to obtain this copy from Sri Bhagavan and write
out a copy for himself.  Seeing him doing this writing with earnestness, though with a certain amount of difficulty and strain
(due obviously to his not having been accustomed to squatting and doing some continuous writing work), Bhagavan told a
story of a Sannyasi and his disciples, to two of the long standing  residents of the Asramam and a few of he visitors who were
then before Him, to illustrate what is called sraddha i.e earnestness of purpose.

There was once a Guru who had eight disciples. One day he desired them all to make a copy of his teachings from a note book
he had kept.  One of them, who lived an easy going life before renouncing the world, could not make a copy for himself.  He,
therefore, paid  couple of rupees to a fellow disciple and requested him to make a copy for him also.  The Guru examined
the copy books one day, and noticing that two books in the same handwriting, asked the disciple for an explanation.  Both the
writer and the one on whose behalf it was written told the truth about it.  The Master commented that, though speaking the
truth was an essential quality of a spiritual aspirant, yet that alone would not carry one to one's goal but that sraddha was
also necessary and since this had not been exhibited by the disciple, who had entrusted his own labor to another, he disqualified
from discipleship.  Referring to this making payment for the work, the Guru sarcastically remarked that 'Salvation' costs more
than that and he was at liberty to purchase it rather than undergo the training under him.  So saying, he dismissed the disciple.

The tediousness of the process of copying might have deflected the writer from completing the book, but this story gave him not
a little impetus to copy it entirely by his own hand and to endeavor strenuously and ceaselessly towards the goal sketched out
therein.  The story is told here to encourage other aspirants.

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« Reply #326 on: September 23, 2013, 10:57:16 AM »
Silent Power - Anonymous:

In 1943, or 1944, Dr. Jesudasan, known as Peria Annan (the Chinna Annan being Dr. Paton), accompanied by Dr. Raja
went to Sri Ramanasramam. Periya Annan who was a highly qualified doctor and who had medical studies at Edinburgh,
wanted to serve the poor.  At the same time, he had a deep spiritual longing, and spent long hours in prayer, meditation,
and reading scriptures. Some accused this odd sannyasi doctor of not giving full attention to medical work and wasting his
expert talents.  He himself was disturbed about the seeming dichotomy in his life.

He went to Sri Ramanasramam and sat in silence before the Maharshi amidst several devotees.  Solemn silence prevailed
and after some fifteen minutes, Peria Annan ventured to speak out and seek Bhagavan's guidance.  Smiling,  the Maharshi
said, 'Some call me also as a lazy fellow.  Do what you feel like doing.'  Peria Annan realized in flash that there was no real
dichotomy in his life.

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« Reply #327 on: September 23, 2013, 02:43:25 PM »
Crumbs from His table - Swami Ramananda Swarnagiri:

Living with the Master:

In the early hours of 14th September 1935, at 4.00 am. the writer was not able to obtain the usual internal quiet.
He therefore mentally remonstrated with Sri Bhagavan that He had not showered His Grace on Him and that was why
he was unable to consistently maintain his equanimity of mind. At that moment, however, he heard the still small voice
saying, 'If you feel disappointed you had better come back to me.'  He did not make up his mind what to do, but left
home with a determination not to return, until he had some solace from some Swami and could get back good concentration.
It struck him then that it might be possible to get something from Sri Ramanananda who was near his home and about whom
Sri Sankaracharya had spoken so highly.  He therefore left for that place the same evening.  Having missed the Swami at night,
he stayed with a friend and in the morning, he had a bath in the river Kaveri. Soon after, when he sat for meditation on its bank,
he not only had good meditation, but it lasted longer than usual. At about 11 am. he saw the Swami, who asked him, not what he
had read, but what his experiences and difficulties were.  When the writer narrated these, the Swami remarked that it appeared
to him that the writer had obtained manolaya and should go in search of a Sadguru. He desired him to concentrate on Gayatri
Japa.  The writer felt very happy in his presence and enjoyed internal quiet.  When the writer asked him informally why, contrary
to what he had stated in his book The Hindu Ideal, he had tolerated the writer ( a modernized Brahmin with short hair and lacking
Sanskrit knowledge and orthodox Brahminical daily observances), he said, that he had only written his book to show the way
to Self Realization, but it did not mean that a person who had reached the stage, the writer had, obviously due to past karmas
should begin his education anew.  His instructions were very illuminating and illustrative.

The writer returned home on Sunday night with the feeling that he would get some visible confirmation of the Maharshi's call,
and sure enough, on reaching his office on Monday, he had a letter dated 14.9.1945 (the very date on which he had all the
trouble and the response from within) from one of Bhagavan's long standing disciples which contained among other things,
the following sentence:

By Bhagavan's Grace,I hope you wil make it convenient  to come here at once, at the earliest opportunity, and earn His blessings
in person.

This he considered a confirmation of the message from within, and he therefore took leave for a couple of months from his
employer, in the hope, that if, within this period, there was any tangible evidence of further progress he would completely
break the ties of his family, give up his job, and devote himself entirely to Self Realization. 

His mother, who was then 70 years of age, wept at the prospect of his leaving home, a step which appeared to her like desertion.
He then prayed to Sri Ramana to enable him to console her, a Tamizh couplet came to his mind, the meaning of which is that just
as it is impossible to put a chicken back into the shell of an egg out of which it has hatched, so also a soul that has come out of its
shell of ignorance, can no more fall back into it.  With the destruction of ignorance, with the destruction of the illusion that the body
is the Self, the soul can never come back to birth and death.

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« Reply #328 on: September 24, 2013, 11:47:06 AM »
T.K. Sundaresa Iyer - At the Feet of Bhagavan:

The Samudram Lake at the foot of Arunachala Hill near Sri Ramanasramam is very extensive.  Neither summer rains nor winter
monsoons in Tiruvannamalai save once in a way, when it overflows.

Thus it overflowed once long years ago.  The sight of it was very grand, and the outflow was as wide as a river.  The lake really
seemed that day like the Ocean of its name (Samudram).  Bhagavan told us that it held this name because a local ruler had this
lake constructed as a miniature sea to give his Queen an idea of what a sea would look like.  For she had never seen the sea and
wished to do so. 

People thronged to look at the overflowing lake, and then came to Bhagavan to talk about it.  One morning, the devotees in the
Hall expressed to Bhagavan a desire to visit the lake, and He was kind enough, human enough, to accept the suggestion.
So we all walked about a mile from the Asramam to the lake, and then the whole length of the bund.  The presence of Bhagavan
with us, and His words, were more interesting to us than the brimming lake and the grand view of wide waters at the foot of
holy Arunachalam.

Bhagavan talked many things on that walk with us, but at this distance of time, I remember only two topics hat interested me.

At one place, He pointed out a palmyra tree which had decayed in the embrace of a parastic banyan tree. Some bird had dropped
a banyan seed into the palmyra, and as it began to grow the palmyra became cloven and stunted in its own growth.  Drawing
our attention to this phenomenon, Bhagavan remarked that this is just what look of Grace from a Jnani does. One look into a soul,
and the whole tree past tendencies and prejudices (vasanas), gathered up through long cycles of past births, is burned up and decays
away.  Then the Reality of the Self is experienced.  Thus He explained o us the effect of contact with the Great and He said that
the supreme Jnana obtained with the touch of the Saint can never be won through the study of any number of Scriptures, or by
any store of good deeds, or by any other spiritual practices and efforts. Later on return to the Asramam I put this in verse form
as below:

The point of this Verse, brought out fully in Tamizh, is that made by Bhagavan Himself.  The seed of the huge banyan tree, which
grows to shelter hundreds, is one of the tiniest and represents the unselfish benevolence.  The seed of the palmyra tree which
is so large, grows into a tree which can hardly shelter a single man from the sun, and so well represents the selfish ego. Yet this
tiny seed can be dropped by a bird in its droppings, and while it grows it can demolish the palmyra tree itself. So the tiny seed
of Grace can destroy the great tree of egoism.

Then, we actually came to the overflowing outlet at the end of the lake, we all marveled at its width.  We stayed there for
some time, and then returned.

On the return walk, we happened to pas the sluice at the center of the bund.  Pointing to this, Bhagavan remarked:  'Look at this
small outlet, as compared with the big one at the end!  But for this small hole, through which the stream of water trickles, the vast
contents of the lake would not be helpful for vegetation.  If the bund breaks, it will be a regular deluge, and the entire crop will
be destroyed.  Only if the water be served under proper regulation though this sluice, are the plants helped to grow.  So too
is it with Divine Consciousness. Unless the bliss of this Consciousness is gifted through the Grace of the Guru is controlled outlets,
the soul cannot be helped to the destruction and its tendencies of the past.  For in this view the Self, abiding as such in its oneness
with the Divine, is established in the Guru's State of Being.  Holding on to its Being Consciousness, the work of destroying the past
(vasanas) proceeds as and when thoughts arise to push the mind into action.  This work becomes possible only in the proximity of
the Guru.  Hence the Guru from his ocean of kindness, needed so that the Self may abide and the old tendencies be withered away.
But if the bund is broken, the full force of the whole lake rushes through and sweeps everything before it.  This resembles a
practitioner (sadhaka) receiving the full force of Divine Consciousness without the intervening and mitigating grace of Guru's
sluice; he dies without the benefit of having tendencies destroyed.'

This idea too I later put down in the form of Tamizh verse to this effect:

"Water flowing through a channel carries off great heaps of sand;

So mountain masses of the ego are washed away by Grace."

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Re: Our Bhagavan-Stories
« Reply #329 on: September 25, 2013, 11:24:55 AM »
Silent Power - Anonymous:  (about Maurice Frydman)

One morning, in September, one Maurice Frydman, a consulting and electrical engineer announced himself before Sri
Bhagavan. He entered the Hall, hat in hand but with shoes still on.  The Maharshi ordered a stool for him upon which
he seated himself cross legged for a short time and then he withdrew.  After a wash and light refreshments he came
back without shoes and squatted on the floor. 

He stayed three days, and was quite social and genial and friendly to everyone who responded similarly towards him.
He tried to learn our ways and adapt himself to them.  His clumsiness often evoked good humored laughter of the Maharshi
who always put him right as a father, would a child.

He tried to learn from Maharshi something about realization, raised doubts and had them cleared. Once he asked why there     
should be illusion if the individual soul is identical with the Supreme.  Bhagavan gave him the usual answer (the answer is
not given in the text) and then began to chew betel leaves. In the meantime, Mr. Frydman was ruminating and with dramatic
gestures wanted to know why the ego should not be cut down at one stroke and destroyed so as to gain supreme bliss.
The Maharshi stopped chewing His betel leaves long enough to smile, and then broke out into laughter and asked the questioner
to hold out his ego so that Maharshi could strike it down.  Everyone in the Hall laughed including Mr. Frydman and at the conclusion
of the laughter Mr. Frydman addressed the Maharshi and said: "Yes. now I understand."

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Arunachala Siva.