Passages from the Diary of a Pilgrim to Sri Ramanasramam

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The Journey of My Heart

Passages from the Diary of a Pilgrim to Sri Ramanasramam

 

On arriving at Sri Ramanasramam on December 5, 1982, I was given room

number 16 in the guest compound across from the Ashrama. Beside me

was the room of Ramaswami Pillai, who had come to Bhagavan in the

1920s. Throughout my first night at the Ashrama I often heard

Ramaswami burst into songs of devotional fervor.

December 6, 1982: Ramaswami Pillai was leaving his room after yet

another outburst of song. I accosted him saying, "Swamiji, I enjoy

your bhajan any hour of the day or night! 1 a.m. or 1 p.m.!" He

laughed and gave a humble pranam, moving his head from side to side.

He began to walk away. I asked him to wait and brought him the

portrait of Sri Bhagavan done by my friend back in New York, Madeline

Lorio. To me Madeline's drawing was especially beautiful, capturing

the feeling of Bhagavan's overflowing love. From the way the Swami

scrutinized it, I could tell he had some trouble seeing. "What is

this...," he asked, "a drawing of a person?" I explained it was a

picture done by a devotee in New York City but, also hard of hearing,

he had trouble following me. He seemed to think it needed some work

and said, "It's all right. If a person thinks of even a stone as God,

he realizes Him - from Form to the Formless. But stick to the Formless

- the forms will change, go away." The Swami's words went straight to

my heart. Did he know that during this visit to Sri Ramanasramam I

was feeling the absence of Viswanatha Swami and other friends so

keenly? He handed back the picture and I placed it on my head. Yet I

wondered about this man who, with sight and hearing limited, spoke so

appropriately to my need.

December 9, 1982: Following pradakshina, on my way to lunch, I dropped

into Ramaswami's small room. I had been moved out of room 16 and put

in the German Cottage at the end of the guest compound. "I miss

hearing you sing," I told him.

"Can you hear me where you are?" he asked.

"No, but before I could hear every word!"

Then he said, "I don't sing always. Inspiration must come. One may do

stotra daily. Also, if you ask me to sing I can, but it will not be

so sweet." He explained he had been feeling weak. Ramaswami asked me

whether I had received some initiation, and practice some mantra.

"Yes, from Sri Bhagavan, in a dream."

"Oh, did He tell you to keep it a secret?" he asked with interest.

"Was it to take His Name, or (that of) Arunachala...?"

"No, it was to practice Self-enquiry."

"And, can you do it?'

"Not very well."

"No matter. You must persevere...."

Taking note of my photo of Sri Bhagavan, Ramaswami remarked, "I see

you keep this with you. In samadhi the eyes may be closed and there

is no thought. However, samadhi is also experienced with eyes open.

Sri Bhagavan was always in samadhi. One may look into his open eyes

and experience, with eyes open, the same state. In that state, all

the senses are alert; yet are not travelling outward. The mind is

calm and one is aware. One may engage in some activity in that state.

A child may be about to fall and you could catch the child. Still,

with a calm mind, activity is no hindrance."

About pradakshina he said, "Now, because of problems with my legs, I

must take a rickshaw, but to walk is better. The moment I think of it

I go, sometimes in the middle of the night!"

December 9, 1982, afternoon: Kunju Swami and I sat for a talk on the

porch of a new guest house on the west side of the Ashrama. He asked

me what practice I do and I described our routine in the New York

City Ashrama and my present employment. He then said, 'Keep your mind

calm at the feet of Bhagavan. Take no thought about the Ashrama (i.e.

Arunachala Ashrama) and have no concern for its growth. If Sri

Bhagavan wills, it will grow. You need not worry about it. The body

is itself an ashrama - for that ashrama only a small hut is

necessary." So saying, he took my leave.

Evelyn Kaselow Saphier

(To be continued)

 

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