Maurice Frydman - Reminiscences

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Maurice Frydman

 

Just six months after I came to India, I was left alone

and had no friends. The person whom I loved died and I had

nothing to attract me in life.

 

Quite accidentally, just for fun, I dropped in at

Tiruvannamalai. I went direct to the swami but I was ordered

out by his disciples as I had not taken off my shoes.

After bathing and other preparations, I went again to the

hall and remained there with the Maharshi for two hours.

Then I understood that I had met someone, the likes of

whom I had never met before.

 

I did not then know what was meant by words like

Maharshi and Bhagavan. I had no preconceived ideas and yet I

felt that there was something extraordinary in that man.

I was told about his teachings but they were far too high

for me. I did not understand what they meant but I felt a strong

and lasting affection for him. I was alone in India and I attached

myself to him just as a homeless dog would to his master.

 

Afterwards, whenever I felt worried, I used to go to

Arunachala, and sit in his presence. In the early days I would be

asking questions, but later when I began to visit him more and

more, the discussion with him grew less and less.

 

Then I began to visit him almost every month. I knew no

sadhana or dhyana. I would simply sit in his presence. To my

questions, Sri Maharshi would say: “Find out who you are.” I

could not make out anything but all the same I felt happy.

Slowly some change came in me. Just as the egg grows and

hatches only with the aid of the warmth of the mother I was

also getting into shape slowly and steadily in his presence.

 

My mind became more quiet than before. Previously it

was unhappy and never satisfied. Now a kind of security and

peace began to be felt spontaneously.

 

I felt that Sri Maharshi was coming nearer and nearer as

time passed. Afterwards I used to think of him whenever I felt

unhappy. He used to appear before me and ask if I have not

committed any sin. If I had erred or sinned, he used to hide

himself for a time but later on appear and reply.

 

His affection was always there and as fire melts ice so his

affection made my worries melt.

 

taken from The Silent Power