Returning to the MASTER Part One

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My Pilgrimage to Sri Ramanasramam

 

 

By Eleanor Pauline Noye

 

 

 

In the 1930s, Eleanor Pauline Noye began her spiral descent into

despair, ill health and hopelessness. Throughout these difficult

years she clung to an inexplicable faith that in India she would be

restored to her former self.

In spite of ill health and depression, she embarked on a journey that

brought her face to face with her ‘Lord of Love’.

Upon arriving in the Ashrama in 1939 she was caught in the web of the

Master’s love, regained her health, peace of mind and soared into the

eternal expanse of freedom and joy.

On her first visit to India she stayed at the Ashrama for ten months;

subsequently, she made a second trip, arriving several months before

the Master’s Mahanirvana in 1950.

Her joy of being with the Master, walking amidst a crowd of devotees

directly behind him, is captured in the Archival Films. She kept in

touch with the Ashrama from her California residence till her last

days, in the mid 1970’s.

 

 

 

 

Returning to the Master

 

 

I changed my plans. Instead of going back to America by the next boat,

I took the train, leaving Calcutta for Tiruvannamalai. Queer to say, I

felt as though I were going home!

The tender way Bhagavan greeted me, as I stood before

him, will live in my heart always. I wept with joy knowing I was

thrice blessed in being able to return to him. As I basked in his

Eternal Sunshine in those silent hours of communion I was filled

with his Grace.

It is a privilege to have some meals with the Master; to eat the

food that he has handled is in itself a blessing. He would rise at

dawn and help cut the vegetables, very often helping also to prepare

special dishes that were delicious. The devotees prepared special food

for me, and it was wholesome and good.

Bhagavan was always considerate to everyone, he wanted to be sure

there was plenty of everything; and the rich and poor received the

same kind of attention, as also the animals; no distinction was ever

shown.

One day I saw Bhagavan stoop down and pick up three grains of

rice. That simple act taught me much more than what I could have

learnt by studying ten volumes on domestic economy which is so

essential in present day life but is so difficult to practise.

Each day brought new lessons and Blessings. He grew nearer and

dearer to me as time passed and my only wish was to be by his side.

 

 

 

End of part 1

To be continued

 

 

 

 

 

THE MAHARSHI

 

 

SEP/OCT 2005 VOL15

NO. 5

 

 

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