Mazie/ beginners plea

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sraddha54 [sraddha54]

 

Dearest Harshaji,

 

Isn't it dear that we both were writing about the "bittersweet and

the sweet" at the same time?

 

With Love,

Mazie

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Dearest Mazieji,

 

Perhaps they are right when they say that all great minds think alike! :-).

 

Off to work. Will post later or tomorrow. Here is a repeat of one of my

favorite Sri Ramana stories.

 

Conversations with Ramana Maharshi were typically public and watched by

other devotees. The following dialogue between Sri Ramana and an unknown

visitor occurred at the Ashram and is recalled by a devotee. The man was in

depth of despair and at first Bhagwan seemed quite unsympathetic. The

visitor's conversation with the sage is quite remarkable and worth reading.

Selected portions presented from the Maharshi newsletters.

 

Harsha

 

The man started moaning and crying even more, as if his heart were breaking.

"All my hopes of salvation are gone. You were my last refuge and you say you

have nothing to do with me! To whom shall I turn now? What am I to do? To

whom am I to go?"

 

Bhagavan watched him for some time and said, "Am I your guru that I should

be responsible for your salvation? Have I ever said that I am your master?"

 

"If you are not my master, then who is? And who are you, if not my master?

You are my guru, you are my guardian angel, you will pity me and release me

from my sins!" He started sobbing and crying again.

 

We all sat silent, overcome with pity. Only Bhagavan looked alert and

matter-of-fact.

 

Bh: "If I am your guru, what are my fees? Surely you should pay me for my

services."

 

D: "But you won't take anything," cried the visitor. "What can I give you?"

 

Bh: "Did I ever say that I don't take anything? And did you ever ask me what

you can give me?"

 

D: "If you would take, then ask me. There is nothing I would not give you."

 

Bh: "All right. Now I am asking. Give me. What will you give me ?"

 

D: "Take anything, all is yours."

 

Bh: "Then give me all the good you have done in this world."

 

D: "What good could I have done? I have not a single virtue to my credit"

 

Bh: "You have promised to give. Now give. Don't talk of your credit. Just

give away all the good you have done in your past."

 

D: "Yes, I shall give. But how does one give? Tell me how the giving is done

and I shall give."

 

Bh: "Say like this: 'All the good I have done in the past I am giving away

entirely to my guru. Henceforth I have no merit from it nor have I any

concern with it.' Say it with your whole heart."

 

D: "All right, Swami, I am giving away to you all the good I have done so

far, if I have done any, and all its good effects. I am giving it to you

gladly, for you are my master and you are asking me to give it all away to

you."

 

Bh: "But this is not enough," said Bhagavan sternly.

 

D: "I gave you all I have and all you asked me to give. I have nothing more

to give."

 

Bh: "No, you have. Give me all your sins."

 

D: The man looked wildly at Bhagavan, terror stricken. "You do not know,

Swami, what you are asking for. If you knew, you would not ask me. If you

take over my sins, your body will rot and burn. You do not know me, you do

not know my sins. Please do not ask me for my sins." And he wept bitterly.

 

Bh: "I shall look after myself, don't you worry about me," said Bhagavan.

"All I want from you is your sins."

 

For a long time the bargain would not go through. The man refused to part

with his sins. But Bhagavan was adamant.

 

Bh: "Either give me your sins along with your merits, or keep both and don't

think of me as your master."

 

In the end the visitor's scruples broke down and he declared: "Whatever sins

I have done, they are no longer mine. All of them and their results, too,

belong to Ramana."

 

Bhagavan seemed to be satisfied. "From now on there is no good nor bad in

you. You are just pure. Go and do nothing, neither good nor bad. Remain

yourself, remain what you are."

 

A great peace fell over the man and over us all. No one knows what happened

to the fortunate visitor; he was never seen in the Ashrama again. He might

have been in no further need of coming.