Spiritual Stories by Ramana

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KAMAL, SON OF SAINT KABIR

 

A devotee asked, " Can the place between the eyebrows be said to be

the seat of the Self? " Bhagavan replied, " The fact is that a sadhaka

may have his experience at any centre or chakra on which he

concentrates his mind. But, that particular place of his experience

does not for that reason become ipso facto, the seat of the Self.

There is an interesting story about Kamal, the son of Saint Kabir,

which serves as an illustration to show that the head (and a part of

the space between the eyebrows) cannot be considered the seat of

the Self. "

 

KABIR WAS INTENSELY devoted to Sri Rama, and he never failed to feed

those who sang the praise of the Lord with devotion. On one occasion,

however, it so happened that he had not the wherewithal to provide

food for a large gathering of devotees. For him, however, there could

be no alternative except that he must somehow make every necessary

arrangement before the next morning. So he and his son set out at

night to secure the required provisions.

 

The story goes that after the father and son had removed the

provisions from a merchant's house through a hole they made in the

wall, the son went in again just to wake up the household and tell

them, as a matter of principle, that their house had been burgled.

When, having roused the household, the boy tried to make good his

escape through the hole and join his father on the other side, his

body got stuck in the aperture. To avoid being identified by the

pursuing household (because, if detected, there would be no feeding

at all of the devotees the next day), he called out to his father and

told him to sever his head and take it away with him. That done,

Kabir made good his escape with the stolen provisions and his son's

head, which on reaching home was hidden away from possible detection.

The next day Kabir gave a feast to the bhaktas, quite unmindful of

what had happened the previous night. " If it is Rama's Will, " said

Kabir to himself, " that my son should die, may it prevail! " In the

evening after the feast, Kabir set out with his party as usual in

procession into the town with bhajana, etc.

 

Meanwhile, the burgled householder reported to the king, producing

the truncated body of Kamal, which gave them no clue. In order to

secure its identification, the king had the body tied up prominently

on the highway so that whoever claimed it or took it away (for no

dead body is forsaken without the last rites being given to it by the

kith and kin) might be interrogated or arrested by the police, who

were posted secretly for the purpose.

 

Kabir and his party came along the highway with the bhajana in full

swing when, to the astonishment of all, Kamal's truncated body (which

was considered dead as a door-nail) began to clap its hands, marking

time to the tune sung by the bhajana party. This story disproves the

suggestion that the head or the place between the eyebrows is the

seat of the Self. It may also be noted that when in the battlefield

the head of a soldier in action is severed from the body by a sudden

and powerful stroke of the sword, the body continues to run or move

its limbs as in a mock fight, just for a while, before it finally

falls down dead.

 

A devotee protested: " But Kamal's body was dead hours before. "

Bhagavan replied: " What you call death is really no extraordinary

experience for Kamal. Here is the story of what happened when he was

younger still. "

 

As a boy Kamal had a friend of equal age with whom he used to play

games of marbles etc. A general rule they observed between themselves

was that if one of them owed the other a game or two, the same should

be redeemed the next day. One evening they parted with a game to the

credit of Kamal. Next day, in order to claim " the return of the

game " , Kamal went to the boy's house, where he saw the boy laid on

the verandah, while his relatives were weeping beside him. " What is

the matter? " Kamal asked them. " He played with me last evening and

also owes me a game. " The relatives wept all the more saying that the

boy was dead. " No, " said Kamal, " he is not dead but merely pretends

to be so, just to evade redeeming the game he owes me. " The relatives

protested, asking Kamal to see for himself that the boy was really

dead, that the body was cold and stiff.

 

" But all this is a mere pretension of the boy, I know. What if the

body be stiff and cold? I too can become like that. " So saying Kamal

laid himself down and in the twinkling of an eye was dead.

 

The poor relatives who were weeping till then for the death of their

own boy, were distressed and dismayed, and now began to weep for

Kamal's death also. But up rose Kamal on his back, declaring, " Do you

see it now? I was as you would say dead, but I am up again, alive and

kicking. This is how he wants to deceive me, but he cannot elude me

like this with his pretensions. "

 

In the end, the story goes, Kamal's inherent saintliness gave life to

the dead boy, and Kamal got back that was due to him. The moral is

that the death of the body is not the extinction of the Self. The

Self is not limited by birth and death, and its place in the physical

body is not circumscribed by one's experience felt at a particular

place, as for instance between the eyebrows, due to practice of

dhyana made on that centre. The supreme State of Self-awareness is

never absent; it transcends the three states of the mind as well as

life and death.