Guest guest Posted December 22, 2000 Report Share Posted December 22, 2000 On Fri, 22 Dec 2000 16:29:53 Harsha wrote: >One of my favorite stories...reposting again........... > >Harsha >"For one hundred days exactly I did not see Bhagavan. On the hundred and >first day I could suffer no longer and I ran to Skandasramam, above >Virupaksha Cave. Bhagavan saw me climbing, got up and came forward to meet >me. When I fell at his feet, I could not restrain myself and burst into >tears. I clung to them and would not get up. Bhagavan pulled me up and >asked: "It is over three months since I saw you. Where were you?'' I told >him how I thought that seeing him was of no use. "All right,'' he said, >"maybe it is of no use, so what? You felt the loss, did you not?'' Then I >understood that we did not go to him for profit, but because away from him >there was no life for us." Thank you very much for reposting, Harsha. This story always makes me feel my membership in the teary eyed club is yet again guaranteed. Love, Amanda. Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2000 Report Share Posted December 22, 2000 mumble cat [mumblecat] On Fri, 22 Dec 2000 16:29:53 Harsha wrote: >One of my favorite stories...reposting again........... > >Harsha >"For one hundred days exactly I did not see Bhagavan. On the hundred and >first day I could suffer no longer and I ran to Skandasramam, above >Virupaksha Cave. Bhagavan saw me climbing, got up and came forward to meet >me. When I fell at his feet, I could not restrain myself and burst into >tears. I clung to them and would not get up. Bhagavan pulled me up and >asked: "It is over three months since I saw you. Where were you?'' I told >him how I thought that seeing him was of no use. "All right,'' he said, >"maybe it is of no use, so what? You felt the loss, did you not?'' Then I >understood that we did not go to him for profit, but because away from him >there was no life for us." Thank you very much for reposting, Harsha. This story always makes me feel my membership in the teary eyed club is yet again guaranteed. Love, Amanda. Yes, for many of us Amanda. It's true. We are closet weepers but we recognize each other. Perhaps at the next retreat meeting we can schedule a group weep! Hey, you want to be the group leader for that. :-). Our motto will be "You can tell the stories, we will do the crying"! Maybe everyone can take turns telling. Whoever makes the most people cry wins. Mark Otter would be one of the leading candidates for victory. Of course, no one can be underestimated. Love and laughter Rainbolilly (Just kidding) Ha Ha Ha and Ho Ho Ho Michael (still kidding) Harsha (seriously, somewhat) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2000 Report Share Posted December 22, 2000 Dear Harsha and Amanda and everyone else! Count me in on the weeping club. Not sure that I have to come to the party though, the weather here is weepy enough... drizzzzzllle drizzzzzllle drizzzzzllle. There used to be a lot of sadness in my weeping, but my God, has that changed! By the way, > Ha Ha Ha and Ho Ho Ho > Michael (still kidding) Can this stand for of Santa's HoHoHo as well. I'm not too much into Santa, but the European Christmas Spirit is still very much alive with us here. Have some very good and festive holidays... Love, Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2000 Report Share Posted December 22, 2000 Dear Harsha and Amanda and everyone else! Count me in on the weeping club. Not sure that I have to come to the party though, the weather here is weepy enough... drizzzzzllllledrizzzzzllllledrizzzzzllllle. There used to be a lot of sadness in my weeping, but my God, has that changed! By the way, > Ha Ha Ha and Ho Ho Ho > Michael (still kidding) May this stand for of Santa's HoHoHo as well? I'm not too much into Santa, but the European Christmas Spirit is still very much alive with us here. Have some very good, festive and peaceful holidays... Love, Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2000 Report Share Posted December 23, 2000 Hey Harsha(s), Yeah, sure... I'll make ya's cry... Dat's fur sure! Love, Mark ps thanks, my belly hurts (LOL) pps Happy Holidays, yew HOOOOLIGAN! Harsha wrote: > > Yes, for many of us Amanda. It's true. We are closet weepers but we > recognize each other. > > Perhaps at the next retreat meeting we can schedule a group weep! > > Hey, you want to be the group leader for that. :-). Our motto will be > "You > can tell the stories, we will do the crying"! > > Maybe everyone can take turns telling. Whoever makes the most people > cry > wins. Mark Otter would be one of the leading candidates for victory. > Of > course, no one can be underestimated. > > Love and laughter > Rainbolilly (Just kidding) > > Ha Ha Ha and Ho Ho Ho > Michael (still kidding) > > Harsha (seriously, somewhat) > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 24, 2000 Report Share Posted December 24, 2000 Namaste All, and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! >From my own experience it seems to me that when one is attached to a guru, or outer, form, it is an externalisation. A not recognising of one's own inner divinity, so we see it externally. Who am I? , "Harsha" <harsha-hkl@h...> wrote: > One of my favorite stories...reposting again........... > > Harsha > > T.K. Sundaresa Iyer (T.K.S) met Sri Ramana in 1908 when T.K.S was only a 12 > year old boy. His cousin Krishnamurthy had been visiting Ramana Maharshi > regularly and would sing songs of devotion to him. One day T.K.S asked his > cousin where he went every day. Krishnamurthy told him about Ramana and > said, "The Lord of the Hill Himself is sitting in human form, why don't you > come with me." Both of them then climbed the Hill and went to Virupksha > cave. > > Now the story in T.K.S.'s own words. > > "I too climbed the Hill and found Bhagwan sitting on a stone slab, with > about 10 devotees around him. Each would sing a song. Bhagwan turned to me > and asked, "Well, won't you sing a song also." One of Sundramurthy's songs > came to my mind and I sang it. It's meaning was, "No other support have I, > except thy holy feet. By holding on to them, I shall win your grace. Great > men sing your praise Oh, Lord. Grant that my tongue may repeat Thy name even > when my mind strays." > > "Yes. That is what must be done," said Bhagwan, and I took it to be his > teaching for me. From that time on, I went to see him regularly for several > years without missing a day." > > "One day I wondered why I was visiting him at all. What was the use? There > seemed to be no inner advancement. Going up the hill was meaningless toil. I > decided to end my visits on the hill." > > "For one hundred days exactly I did not see Bhagavan. On the hundred and > first day I could suffer no longer and I ran to Skandasramam, above > Virupaksha Cave. Bhagavan saw me climbing, got up and came forward to meet > me. When I fell at his feet, I could not restrain myself and burst into > tears. I clung to them and would not get up. Bhagavan pulled me up and > asked: "It is over three months since I saw you. Where were you?'' I told > him how I thought that seeing him was of no use. "All right,'' he said, > "maybe it is of no use, so what? You felt the loss, did you not?'' Then I > understood that we did not go to him for profit, but because away from him > there was no life for us." > > From "At the Feet of Bhagwan" by T.K. Sundaresa Iyer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 24, 2000 Report Share Posted December 24, 2000 Dear Tony, You wrote: > From my own experience it seems to me > that when one is attached to a guru, > or outer form, it is an externalisation. > A not recognising of one's own inner divinity, > so we see it externally. Who am I? When that latest post on Ramana Maharshi was posted many ppl. had this weeping experience. Same with me, just the onset of it... a sure sign of attachment. That weeping used to feel good to me, but not anymore... it had to go. Before it never bothered me, now even the littlest bit does, so I did some work on it. That work is not the same as stopping to be sensitive or to stop emoting feelings. It is a certain chakra work, like stopping the wrong turbulation. Ever had the butterflies around your heart? Or something like that...? I was able to stop that but still retain the state of bliss... I am not saying that weeping from some blissful happiness is not good, but but but... Well waiting for it to happen so I can investigate it... Thanks for this post, And also a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Love, Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 19, 2001 Report Share Posted April 19, 2001 We have had some people and devotees from RamanaMaharshi list join and we welcome them and the new members as well. In their honor, I repost the following story of Bhagwan. Because this list is more active and we are devoted to Sri Ramana's teachings, if others want to join, they can do so by clicking below and that way they can belong to both lists. We are a little wild and crazy at times so please be patient. Love you all (Thanks Bruceji and Judiji). // One of my favorite stories...reposting again........... Harsha T.K. Sundaresa Iyer (T.K.S) met Sri Ramana in 1908 when T.K.S was only a 12 year old boy. His cousin Krishnamurthy had been visiting Ramana Maharshi regularly and would sing songs of devotion to him. One day T.K.S asked his cousin where he went every day. Krishnamurthy told him about Ramana and said, "The Lord of the Hill Himself is sitting in human form, why don't you come with me." Both of them then climbed the Hill and went to Virupksha cave. Now the story in T.K.S.'s own words. "I too climbed the Hill and found Bhagwan sitting on a stone slab, with about 10 devotees around him. Each would sing a song. Bhagwan turned to me and asked, "Well, won't you sing a song also." One of Sundramurthy's songs came to my mind and I sang it. It's meaning was, "No other support have I, except thy holy feet. By holding on to them, I shall win your grace. Great men sing your praise Oh, Lord. Grant that my tongue may repeat Thy name even when my mind strays." "Yes. That is what must be done," said Bhagwan, and I took it to be his teaching for me. From that time on, I went to see him regularly for several years without missing a day." "One day I wondered why I was visiting him at all. What was the use? There seemed to be no inner advancement. Going up the hill was meaningless toil. I decided to end my visits on the hill." "For one hundred days exactly I did not see Bhagavan. On the hundred and first day I could suffer no longer and I ran to Skandasramam, above Virupaksha Cave. Bhagavan saw me climbing, got up and came forward to meet me. When I fell at his feet, I could not restrain myself and burst into tears. I clung to them and would not get up. Bhagavan pulled me up and asked: "It is over three months since I saw you. Where were you?'' I told him how I thought that seeing him was of no use. "All right,'' he said, "maybe it is of no use, so what? You felt the loss, did you not?'' Then I understood that we did not go to him for profit, but because away from him there was no life for us." >From "At the Feet of Bhagwan" by T.K. Sundaresa Iyer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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