Mouni Sadhu - Aradhana Day

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Mouni Sadhu

 

Three years ago the sad news of the departure from the

physical body of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi came to me

and his other devotees scattered throughout the world. I do not

wish to praise or compare the great Being at whose feet the

Almighty allowed me to abide.

 

For how could we, from our lower level of consciousness,

describe exactly this Being whose mission was to give us

something of his infinite light? And for adequate assessing of

his greatness, one must at least be on the same level of spiritual

glory. All that I can do is try to convey, what I found in my

own heart, when I received news of his departure.

 

The light from those luminous eyes of Sri Bhagavan, was

for ever engraved on my memory when leaving the Ashram.

And now the account of his death lies before me. Does it mean

that those eyes cannot any more radiate their silent initiation?

That the light of eternity has been really extinguished? That

would be ridiculous, I know this light is not a material one,

though it was conveyed through a material body. This is a

mystery but not a paradox. I found in my heart no urge to

discover that mystery through the mind. I feel that the fact was

so, even though unexplainable by the thinking process. So his

death did not deprive me of his reality.

 

I was sitting quietly, as in preparation for meditation, but

this time, the usual process was changed. Perhaps he saw that

the human heart, not yet free from all its weaknesses, needs

sometimes some consolation. And then, instead of a void, the

well known and beloved picture arose before me.

 

 

There were most mysterious and inspiring evenings at the

Ashram, when the beautiful hymn “In praise of the Lord of the

Universe” (Five hymns on Arunachala) was sung in the hall. Sri

Bhagavan evidently loved the hymn, for there would appear a

peculiar expression of other than human beatitude and delight

on his face. I felt that the hearts of those who were present in

that blissful hour of evening contemplation were deeply attuned

to it. Perhaps his penetrating inner sight saw the beneficial process

in it, and his silent blessing was the answer. How can we fathom

what is unfathomable? And now I experienced once again, as

with all those others who were present, the same beautiful melody

heard before with my outer ears. It was as if I reviewed a film.

There was no sadness any more. Could it be otherwise? The

true legacy of the Master could never be less than joy this sublime

and silent joy of Being, untroubled by the waves of the

surrounding illusory world or maya. This was his peace which

he bequeathed to us.

 

Later came letters from devotees from other continents.

My distant friends gave their own accounts of how the tragic

news affected them. They tried their best to console

themselves and me, saying that the physical departure of the

Master could not break our spiritual link with him. And yet

the ink in the last paragraphs of such letters was often blurred

as from fallen tears.

 

It is said that love was the force that created the Universe.

Perhaps it is. But to me the force of such unselfish love as his, is

just that power that purifies our hearts, when all other methods

prove useless. No occult training nor any other method can

give the disciple the true peace which the Master gives.

Sri Maharshi was a centre of love such as this, to his

disciples. He left us his love and where else in the world could

be found a purifying power such as this to bring peace to our

hearts?

 

The anniversaries of the mahasamadhi of Sri Bhagavan

will come one after another and one year will see the last one

for me on this earth. But at the last moment he will be with me,

as with every one of you who knew him, if you keep to the end,

his legacy of love.

 

taken from THe Silent Power