Sahib Sadhu/White Sadhu

[Guest guest]

Swamiji spent more than 20 years in India walking through the

Himalayas and performing many varied sadhanas. One Brahmin priest

named Sushil Choudhury, met Swamiji when he lived in the

cremation grounds. Shushil was only 13 at the time but he followed

this barefoot sadhu in spiritual pilgrimages all around India and

has recently compiled a series of stories about Swamiji's various

sadhanas, many are miraculous,in a book called SAHIB SADHU.

http://www.shreemaa.org/bookstore.htm

 

Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite stories called:

TESTED BY WIND AND WATER

 

Swamiji was performing a 108 day Chandi path on the bank of the

river near Tatipara, a few miles from Bakreswar. It was the last 9

days of his vrat which happened to be Navaratri(9 days of worship

to the Divine Mother).

Swamiji was fasting for the 9 days on only water.

 

"On the eighth day of Navaratri, Swamiji was chanting alone in the

pandal. Suddenly a great storm came over the mountain. The wind

and rains came down so violently that everyone ran into the sadhu's

hut for shelter. It was a small mud hut with a tile roof, but the

walls were thick and the roof was well constructed. There was hardly

any room inside for all of us. The wind was howling and the sound of

the rain was ferocious. We closed the shutters tightly and were all

too scared to even peep outside. It felt like anyone who ventured

outside would be blown away. It is amazing that, in all of this,

no one even thought of Swamiji.

A few hours later the storm finally passed and one brave soul

ventured to crack open the door. When we looked out through the

open door, we found that the entire structure of the temple that the

villagers had made for Swamiji's worship had collapsed. There

wasn't a pole standing, and all the tins lay strewn in a heap of

canvas and bamboo. What a mess! Then it occurred to us, "Where's

Swamiji?"

"He must have fled to safety when the storm hit," said one

disciple.

Another suggested, "Maybe he outran the storm and made it back

to Bakreswar."

Someone else said, "What about the pratima, the idol of

worship? I wonder if the altar is still there?"

Slowly we braved the perils of the muddy fields, sloshing

across embankments of the rice paddies towards the bank of the

river, towards the heaps of tin, canvas and bamboo. As we approached

the heap we heard chanting coming from inside.

"That must be Swamiji! Quickly uncover this mess!"

We started to lift the tins and untangle the bamboo, and when

we pulled away the canvas and got to the bottom, much to our

amazement, we found Swamiji still sitting in his asana, still

reciting the Chandi Path. He looked around at all of us with a

great smile, and then said the "Pranam," the closing mantras of the

recitation. Then he passed me the book in his hand and stood up.

He was soaking wet from head to toe, and there was a large cut

across his back, where a sharp edge of the falling roof tin had cut

his skin as it came crashing upon him. But he was radiant with

light. He slowly walked to the hut, took off his wet clothes and

wrapped himself in a blanket. He laid down on his straw mat, looked

up at the ceiling and smiled."

 

Swamiji's will power during a sankalpa is unbreakable and what an

inspiration to keep our own sadhana going strong!!!!!!

[Guest guest]

I was so very glad to see that someone has posted information

regarding this amazing book about an incredible spiritual master. I

have recently finished reading the book and cannot get it out of my

mind. It's a book that you simply can't put down. It's a sweet,

easy to read book that fairly explodes with the power of spirit.

Totally inspirational. Without a doubt, it is a book that makes me

happy to have even the slightest connection with Swamiji because I

realize the Grace of God is at work. And I am ever and always

thankful. Anyone wanting a rocket booster to set the spirit in

flight for the New Year has only to read Sahib Sadhu.

, "parvati_saraswati"

<parvati_saraswati> wrote:

> Swamiji spent more than 20 years in India walking through the

> Himalayas and performing many varied sadhanas. One Brahmin priest

> named Sushil Choudhury, met Swamiji when he lived in the

> cremation grounds. Shushil was only 13 at the time but he followed

> this barefoot sadhu in spiritual pilgrimages all around India and

> has recently compiled a series of stories about Swamiji's various

> sadhanas, many are miraculous,in a book called SAHIB SADHU.

> http://www.shreemaa.org/bookstore.htm

>

> Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite stories called:

> TESTED BY WIND AND WATER

>

> Swamiji was performing a 108 day Chandi path on the bank of the

> river near Tatipara, a few miles from Bakreswar. It was the last 9

> days of his vrat which happened to be Navaratri(9 days of worship

> to the Divine Mother).

> Swamiji was fasting for the 9 days on only water.

>

> "On the eighth day of Navaratri, Swamiji was chanting alone in the

> pandal. Suddenly a great storm came over the mountain. The wind

> and rains came down so violently that everyone ran into the

sadhu's

> hut for shelter. It was a small mud hut with a tile roof, but the

> walls were thick and the roof was well constructed. There was

hardly

> any room inside for all of us. The wind was howling and the sound

of

> the rain was ferocious. We closed the shutters tightly and were

all

> too scared to even peep outside. It felt like anyone who ventured

> outside would be blown away. It is amazing that, in all of this,

> no one even thought of Swamiji.

> A few hours later the storm finally passed and one brave soul

> ventured to crack open the door. When we looked out through the

> open door, we found that the entire structure of the temple that

the

> villagers had made for Swamiji's worship had collapsed. There

> wasn't a pole standing, and all the tins lay strewn in a heap of

> canvas and bamboo. What a mess! Then it occurred to us, "Where's

> Swamiji?"

> "He must have fled to safety when the storm hit," said one

> disciple.

> Another suggested, "Maybe he outran the storm and made it back

> to Bakreswar."

> Someone else said, "What about the pratima, the idol of

> worship? I wonder if the altar is still there?"

> Slowly we braved the perils of the muddy fields, sloshing

> across embankments of the rice paddies towards the bank of the

> river, towards the heaps of tin, canvas and bamboo. As we

approached

> the heap we heard chanting coming from inside.

> "That must be Swamiji! Quickly uncover this mess!"

> We started to lift the tins and untangle the bamboo, and when

> we pulled away the canvas and got to the bottom, much to our

> amazement, we found Swamiji still sitting in his asana, still

> reciting the Chandi Path. He looked around at all of us with a

> great smile, and then said the "Pranam," the closing mantras of

the

> recitation. Then he passed me the book in his hand and stood up.

> He was soaking wet from head to toe, and there was a large cut

> across his back, where a sharp edge of the falling roof tin had

cut

> his skin as it came crashing upon him. But he was radiant with

> light. He slowly walked to the hut, took off his wet clothes and

> wrapped himself in a blanket. He laid down on his straw mat,

looked

> up at the ceiling and smiled."

>

> Swamiji's will power during a sankalpa is unbreakable and what

an

> inspiration to keep our own sadhana going strong!!!!!!