The Journey of my Heart 2

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The Journey of My Heart

Passages from the Diary of a Pilgrim to Sri Ramanasramam

 

December 14, 1982: This evening Ganesan took Paul and me to meet Sri

Balarama Reddiar. He spoke of the beauty of a mother's selfless love.

He told us, "For spiritual life, infinite patience is needed - not

just for one lifetime but for many lifetimes.... The sense of time

should disappear."

December 16, 1982: This morning I departed for pradakshina at 5:15

a.m., well before dawn. However, I soon discovered hundreds of people

had the same idea, for it is the first day of the new Tamil month. I

felt as one with the stream of women dressed in their most festive

saris and men in their fresh dhotis. Many women appeared to walk the

entire eight miles with a child in their arms! In the dark before

dawn, the temples and lingams were lit up with images bedecked with

flowers, turmeric, etc. The faces of the villagers, filled with faith

as they gazed upon the images, impressed themselves on my heart. Dawn

broke on the dirt road to Adi Annamalai. In the tiny rural hamlet

fresh rangoullis (white-powder designs) were at each door, and at the

center the women had placed bouquets of fresh, bright yellow flowers,

resembling daffodils. Naturally, the recitation of

Mother's Names (Sri Lalita Sahasranam) formed the background from

which I viewed all these charming sights. The cup of tea I stopped to

have at Adi Annamalai tasted like the sweetest nectar. During this

pradakshina I went round almost all the Siva Lingams.

Returning, I found Ramaswami Pillai sitting outside in the sun. I took

him some homeopathic pills for his congestion which he accepted like a

meek child, and sat with him for awhile. He inquired about my parents'

occupations and the size of our family; whether I lived in a house or

apartment; whether I was married. When I told him I was single, he

said, "It is all right. When a person is unmarried he remains fresh.

After marriage reality takes over, imagination is absent. Then, the

partner becomes a possession, a part of one's self. Also, there may

be fear of losing the person - though not in Hinduism, especially

among Brahmins. Yet, tastes change. When a person is a child he may

want a tricycle, then a bicycle. Later, that will have no meaning and

he'll want a motorcycle. So it is with the mind."

Ramaswami went on to speak of the beauty of selfless love which

springs from a pure and one-pointed mind: "In its pure state the Self

is indivisible, it cannot be split. You see, Sri Bhagavan's teachings

is completely separate from religion. In religion there is still ego

- 'I am a Hindu'. For Westerners, they need not become Hindus. Within

their own religion, in the context of their own society, they may

practice it. In reality, Sri Bhagavan's teachings is not religious -

it is more scientific than religious. Religion is not required to

turn the mind back on itself."

He also spoke about attachment, especially the strong attachment of a

child to its mother. As a boy, Ramaswami's strong attachment to his

mother prevented him from dying and taking another birth: When he had

become very sick the thought of his mother helped him survive. "Even

great saints may ultimately have to serve their parents," he

commented.

He spoke at length on the uniqueness of Sri Bhagavan's teachings and

about how, once a person is established in the Self, sacrifice is no

longer painful but becomes a great pleasure. Then he said, "I think

I'm exhausted - not physically tired - but my supply has run out." He

joined his palms and as I saluted him he gently chanted, "Om, Om, Om."

I took his leave.

December 18. 1982: In Ganeshan's room at 5:00 a.m. I had found Kunju

Swami sitting on a folding chair. With a broad smile he motioned me

to take the chair beside him. Ganeshan finished his ablutions and we

three took off, going round behind the shrine for the path leading

out to Palakothu. Walking beside Kunju Swami I began to feel

lighthearted as a child. His very presence uplifted us.

We followed a path quite near to the base of the mountain, obviously

familiar to Kunju Swami as one taken with Bhagavan. The tall trees

gave way to low lying bushes and thorns and a panoramic view of Sri

Arunachala in its majesty opened up before us. We talked while

walking.

Kunju Swami expressed concern that I had not worn sandals. "I need all

the merit that I can get!Then you are a true dacoit!" he replied.

Ganeshan explained that Kunju Swami uses the term "dacoit" especially

with reference to devotees of Arunachala Ashrama who, coming for

short periods of time, plunder all of the wealth of Sri Bhagavan and

Sri Arunachala, and then take it home with them.

I said that I was thinking of extending my stay, although I had my work to return to in New York.

Kunju Swami said in an ecstatic mood, that during Sri Bhagavan's time

some with exceptional devotion, living away from Tiruvannamalai,

would begin to find excuses to extend their stay. In such cases,

Bhagavan would send Kunju Swami with the devotee to the station to

make sure he got on the train.

"Sri Bhagavan was particular that women going on pradakshina should be

accompanied," Kunju Swami said. But rather than say, "Don't go alone,"

he would ask, "Who is accompanying you?" After the woman had left he

would ask, "Who went with her?"

We passed the spot where only the foundation of S. S. Cohen's home in

Palakothu remains, and Kunju Swami described how Cohen would cook

some rice and vegetables in the early morning and then go to

Bhagavan. Half he would take at noon and the other half at dinner. In

the afternoon Bhagavan would walk about Palakothu and inquire about

everyone's welfare like a father. All would be delighted at his

solicitude and personal care for them.

One day Bhagavan asked Cohen what he had eaten. "Oh, nothing much,

Bhagavan, a little rice and vegetable," he replied like a poor man.

"Rice and vegetable! How fortunate!" was Bhagavan's rejoinder. "When

we were on the hill we had only rice, sometimes even without salt,

and now you are eating like a king!" In this way Bhagavan would

encourage and console them.

During his walks to Palakothu, Bhagavan would sit on Cohen's stone

verandah. Cohen began to feel bad that Bhagavan had to sit on the

hard stone. One day he put out a chair and Bhagavan never returned.

So considerate to all, he never wished to cause inconvenience or to

receive special attention. Cohen lamented this as his life's greatest

mistake.

Evelyn Kaselow Saphier (To be continued)

THE MAHARSHI

Nov./Dec. 1997Vol. 7 - No. 6

Produced & Edited byDennis HartelDr. Anil K. Sharma

 

 

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