Gradually Towards The Goal

M.M. [  The Founder of Mai-ism , i.e.Saint  Shri Mai Swarup Mai Markand ]  was temporarily for a few months appointed to be a famine supervisor in Baroda state in Kathiawar ( in the year 1913 ). He was in charge of a famine work with about five to ten thousand persons working under him. One day morning a big crowd of a neighboring village  of about 50 persons came to him for enlistment. 

The crowd had remained hungry for three meals. M.M. immediately  gave a 10 Rs. note ( which was surely a good amount considering the age ). Three Annas per day was then sufficient to give a fair meal per day. M.M. had only the previous day orders  from his boss not to be lavish in the matter of new enlistment. M.M. said he can help them privately with one meal but he was sorry he had orders  and he could not enlist them as coolies on the work.

On receiving a definite refusal, one old man and woman, who looked to be the leaders of the crowd ( and it appears as  if all of them had come  because of their assurance  of enlistment ) came into the house itself, with a young unmarried 18 years extremely beautiful daughter of theirs. Said they,” We have not approached you as one of so many famine supervising officers. Here is my daughter who would tell you what dreams she had and how Kali, her worshipped Mataji gave Her command  to come to you Her devotee.” To M.M.’s great surprise, the parents left the place  leaving her alone saying, ” We shall just arrange for some meals with the money which Saheb has so kindly given”.

M.M. was nonplussed.M.M. anticipated some novelistic happening. M.M. could see that the parents and their companions had with purpose left alone. She was the daughter of a bard, a community in Gujarat known for its literary fluency,devotion to Goddess.

She unloosened her hair, came nearer M.M. and set as if determined to carry out her will at any cost, by arguments, influence, temptation, god-fear, beauty realisation, youth, enjoyment promise. She sat determined to have her point agreed to, viz., of enlistment of about fifty people of hers to work.

M.M. could read in her eyes. She was not an ordinary woman. She appeared to have  some strong supernatural powers and perhaps black-magic. Unloosening the hair has a thrilling meaning in this field.

She began,” Are you determined we should all die ? “ ” No, no at all, but I have orders not to enlist as before.” ” Whose orders ? Are the orders of your boss greater importance  or that of Mataji ? ” M.M. pretended,” I do not believe in any such Mataji Balaji “. “Are you speaking from the heart ? “ ” Yes “.  “No, you want to show me my mettle before you enlist us “. She usurped a nearer position. ” Do you bet in that you will not enlist us ? “

M.M. was surprised ” Yes I bet whatever you say I have positive orders. “ ” Orders for not enlisting as before and not for enlisting none  you enlist us as the  last batch. ” Don’t be so unguarded and say you bet whatever I say. Don’t consider me to be an ordinary village girl. I am more than a match. I belong to charan  and I am again a pet devotee of Kaali. Don’t forget that. ” ” I know many things not known in your colleges or sciences here or in Vilayat (west). Money is nothing to us like you citizen slaves of enjoyments, except as means of bare living as we believe in simple living and devotional straight living. Life is nothing to us, as to you, as we have full faith in Goddess and rebirths. “

M.M. stood dumbfounded. He had never expected this sort of reparation . He kept silence. She immediately turned coquettish and said,” Suppose you bet whatever I ask  and I ask for your youth, would you make me happy by making me a partner of your bed ?

M.M.’s colour changed. ” Never dream such a thing. Do you know ? I am a straight man ? and a devotee ? “ She laughed outright, ” Now there you are in your natural form. All artificiality washed out.”

She closed her eyes. Gave further strokes to her forehead., ” Would like me to tell you who you are if you are not prepared to tell me .” M.M. saw she was prepared in many arts. She said “ Do you remember that black woman who saved you from robbers ? Had you been to Bahucharaji in year….. and you were favoured with a dream of acceptance by Mataji ?”

M.M. was thunderstruck. No palmist or astrologer however wonderful fortune-teller could have told him thus. He was hundreds of miles away. He was actually petrified. So to say he was benumbed.She had the boldness of a queen who had every right to act any way she liked with her enraged husband or unwilling beloved. She got up from the ground where she was seated and immediately with a jump and alertness sat on M.M.’s Lap. M.M. was wrathful. ” What are you doing ? ” ” Have you any sense ? Do you know what your seating like this mean ? “

She was chuckling much with success and smiling. ” I know everything. You are acting as per your boss orders. I am acting as per my Mataji’s orders, of which don’t forget  you are also a devotee.” ” Get up Get up. Don’t be mad, you have no idea or you a bad tempting woman “.

She immediately got up and said,” Orders to me from my Mataji is to be yours, whatever you desire me to be  of yours, wife beloved mistress sister daughter disciple or Guru, whatever you desire me to be of yours, but yours.”

She was bold like a tigress. She herself gave orders to some men standing out side. “ You all go to the work. Tell the Mistry in-chargeyou have been sent for enlistment by Saheb. Put in the muster all the names, all the fifty sixty that we are. The crowed immediately began to walk off towards the site of work without waiting for written order or anything, as it were M.M. who had asked them to go with a regular permission and sanction for enlistment.

M.M. was stunned.  He could not imagine  how a woman  a girl of 18 to 20 can be so bold. She was determined, she predicted. She betted, she jumped into his lap and in a way she was usurping his rights, she was acting as if she were even his master., though respectfully lovingly and obediently. M.M. clearly said there was Mother’s hand in all this. How can she dare like this ? and how can she predict ? How was she as it were threatening him with a wrath of Mother if he did not enlist them ?

And everything took place so suddenly there was no time to think how to act, how to drive away the girl supposing M.M. was determined how to say it out he had not ordered enlistment. It was the mischief of the girl herself. She was surely a super-woman and coming from the community known for coercion cursing.

Said he to himself,” Leave all matters to Mother. Let her do as she likes.”

In the evening when he went to work, the Mistry saluted him and showed him muster in which the new batch (gang) was enlisted, Mistry asked,” Sir, full wages today or half day wages ?”

M.M. was put out inwardly but to say anything was to exposing his own weakness or foolish devotion. ” Surely half day’s wages.”

The enlistment was made. Sheets for temporary huts were given to them by the store keeper, evening wages were given, every thing was rush up and arranged. The girl did not leave the Bungalow even while M.M. went to the site. 

It was revealed to M.M. that one of the gangs was the story teller and that would give that story hearing at his bungalow.

It was surprise to see that girl was there and there alone.

” Have you not gone to the work ?Said she,” My work is here only, not that of filing each basket etc. You have worshipped Mother so much, you might have been tired., you take rest now. I will worship Mother for you Your patha of Sapta Shati  I will read to Mother for you. My reading for you is as good as your own reading to Mother. “

M.M. saw it appeared as if she was determined not only to leave the Bungalow but to live on intimate terms with him., of whatever type he himself liked, whether he willed it or not. M.M. was by nature softer than wax. He can’t refuse things  as easily as a man refuses his towel being used by another with a frown. He was a man simply to laugh and enjoy Mother’s ways and Mother’s sportiveness. Said he to the cook in private, ” It seems this woman would take her meals to night “. ” Prepare for her.”

M.M. with affected sternness asked her, ” Will you tell me once for all what you want of me ? You have got your enlistment. ” Said she smilingly,” Yes many thanks for enlistment but what about your giving me  whatever I wanted  if the enlistment was fully effected?” “Let all past go. I don’t want to hear you. You just tell me what you want ? “ She said,”  I will tell you after sometime.” She went into the room where there was  worship room. Did some meditation which gave a glowing lustre  to her face and she asked the servant to call the Saheb. When M.M. went there he saw her with a divine lustre which he never seen in the face  of any woman till then. She said,” Did you sometime back desire and wish to perform worshipping a living woman as Mataji ? Devi has expected me  to be that woman, if you approve.

She talked with an authority which know no thrilling as it were. M.M. stood stunned.” Do you understand  what I meant by saying I am prepared to serve you in any capacity. Shishya in one sense, Guru in another, beloved in one sense and Mother in the other. What do you say and think about ?”

M.M. was not only immersed in wonder in action and fix, but could not see how all events had tuned. In a way he opened his heart and talked to her as if taking her into confidence and asking her to discuss and advice. Said he, ” Let us thrash out the subject which you have so abruptly thrust on me and so unaware “. I am yet in the formation. I am not yet fully convinced there are deities like Mataji, etc. I believe in the highest energy call it God or Goddess which does all things as He or She desires. Your predictaments are wonderful. Your authority and authoritative tone is really most surprising as it does from an ordinary village girl. The most usual predictament viz., that I often prayed to Goddess that I had only one practice  not done is correct. I had also fancied  I must have a very strong practice  of withstanding a woman’s charm coquetry temptation and even lustful invitation or invasion.

That I am devotee of Goddess, you are saying correct. That I had the experience of black woman who saved me from robbers and that I had consoling and convincing dream at Bahucharaji, you are saying correct. Only one thing I don’t understand  is how you a distant village girl should know my happenings  and why should Goddess talk to you about it and whether I am right in thinking  worship of a living woman as Mother is the proper way. Whether I would slip down to be an immoral man once I slip in that slippery plane . All the circumstantial and  circumferential things being correct the missing link may be a creation of your own.

How am I to believe that Mother has deputed you for this purpose ? You may be a devotee, but how to believe in the deputation of yours by Mother ?

She stood silent for some purpose and started. If you were of the old school, you would have been satisfied by my inviting Goddess to enter me and I would give you red vermilion and would have done  so many things. But you are a man who would not have an intellectual satisfaction, although you could not explain the incoming of so many things  as Kunku or Chundadi i.e. red vermillion or virkum garment etc. I can therefor count upon only one thing, viz., predictament. Then be prepared to hear me , let me concentrate for fifteen minutes. Please don’t mind and leave me alone. I will call you again.

M.M. left the room and returned when called.Yes, were you saved by Kali from being beaten and smashed under the whip of some strong arrogant big man ? “ She stopped . She stared at M.M.. And she said,”

And one thing more the last thing. If you then believe the whole thing or not is left to you Were you saved from the river drowning by Mother who embraced you from behind and prevented you from falling into the river ? ” ” I am sent to you by HER “.

This was wonder of wonders. M.M. stood amazed. His brain was whirling at the events. Said he in the most subdued tone, ” Yes I accept you as the living woman to be worshipped as Mother.”. “

Now tell me what you propose “. Said she,” I am going out now and now I will be staying with my people. My task is done. I have completed my mission entrusted me by my Goddess.  I have enlisted my people and have kept them alive  in that hard famine and I will be serving you.

So saying she immediately got up and began to whirl in a frenzied manner repeating,” Jay Amba Jay Kali Jay Bahuchari, ” and as  she moved red vermilion came out from the foot steps. M.M. stood stunned. His high imagination can not explain how vermilion would be oozing out of her feet. Said she while leaving the home and joining the people ,” Every Tuesday night l be with you for both of us to worship Mother. I to worship you you worship me and again I to worship you. Keep  all things ready for the most magnanimous and royal, grandeurful Mother’s worship. “.

On every Tuesday the girl came to M.M.. They together worshipped Mother most intensely. He concentrated on her as Mother after all preliminary worship for 2 to 3 hours each night. She trained M.M. for any temptation, to be proof against even an attack by the opposite sex of full supplication entreaty and any exposure of the beauty, any coquetry sweet smile  or lustful touch. And thus helped him most through out the life  in which temptations and hell carriers are Kanak and Kanta, wealth and woman.

Thus practically during his college career he was training himself not for the degree but for being  a straight forward self controlled religious, devotional and saintly man.

EXTRACT FROM THE PERIODICAL   ” MAI MARG ” PUBLISHED BY UNIVERSAL MAI-ISM TRUST, MAI NIWAS, SARASWATI ROAD END, SANTA CRUZ (WEST), MUMBAI 400054 INDIA

 

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Universal Divine Mother MAI from MATAJI

The Founder of Mai-ism and President of Mother’s Lodge ( Mai Mandal ), MAI SWARUP MAI MARKAND  ( Rao Saheb M.R. Dholkia, L.C.F. ) began his devotion of Hindu Mother since his tender age of twelve. He began his sadhana साधना  from the very first rung of the ladder, with shouting in solitude, ” Mother. Tell me, dost Thou exist or not ? ” at that young age in Petlad, his native place in Gujerat, near Cambay.

He had proof of Mother’s existence by being saved from the attack of two robbers on his way home from that place of solitude  to that of his home, one night, through the intervention of a tall, fearful woman. She walked over between the boy and the two robbers for a few furlongs till the boy was safe near the outskirts of his village. Most wonderfully, the same terrible black woman disappeared in the air immediately after the boy’s safety.

The incident did not go beyond creating a suspicion and a wonder, but at least the idea of the possibility of the existence of God, deities, angels, spirits, other worlds etc., took its roots. It took three years of strong devotion of Jagadamba जगदम्बा  Kali काली  and Chamuda चामुण्डा one after another to make the boy ripened  enough to have a doubtful belief about the existence through the second incident mentioned below.

The boy in a busy crowd in Ahmadabad  अहमदाबाद was shoutingly warned by a dog-cart driving European pair, to set aside. The boy failing, the European took of his long whip determined to beat the boy out. The merciless man however lost the grip of the whip, the whip encircled the foot of the horse and the dog-cart fell to the ground.The boy terribly afraid, ran away from the crowd and tremblingly concealed himself in Bhadra Kali भद्रकाली  temple corner, the nearest safe place.

With his whole frame shattered, the boy had the very night, a dream in which the whole scene of accident repeated itself and ended with the daily repeated question, ” Mother, does Thou exist or not ?” The Mother ( The Bhadra Kali Image ), in the dream, answered,” I DO NOT EXIST “. The boy asked,” Who is then speaking ? ” Mother then smilingly asked,” Whom then are you asking this question tiring me and yourself for the last over the three years. ? “

The boy got confidence about the existence of God at the age of 15. He began to believe it was the intervention of Kali that had saved him from robbers. The boy was busy trying to secure  God’s grace and recognition as devotee through devotion to any of the usually worshipped Hindu deities, viz., Rama, Shiva, Krishna and others. He was however, as it were, passed on by one deity to another without retention till, he concluded MATAJI alone would accept him. 

The conception of Hindu Devi or Mataji is that of sternness, terror and destructivity though united with benignity and mercifulness and everything-asked-givingness and all-desire-fulfillingness. Mataji is restricted to Hindus alone and She is personification of Power. Mai or Maijee is Universal and a Personification of  Mother, God himself as Mother and not God’s Power. Mataji is mostly a Goddess of fear and power, where as Maiji is the Goddess of parental love and permanent welfare. Except the common element of the feminine-sex, the conceptions of Mataji and Maiji are entirely different and dissimilar, if not contradictory.

The mention of this distinction becomes indispensable here as otherwise it would not be  realised how much terror-stricken the boy was at the idea that the none of the Sattvik deities as Shiva, Rama or Krishna had accepted him and that on the other hand he was so much favoured and cared for by Matajee, the most prominent feature of whole traditional mythology was the destruction of demons and terrible fighting in the battle-fields. The boy had none of the requirements  of a fearful sadhana.

The boy, then eighteen, was shuddering at the idea of being a devotee of a terrible deity. Said he,” Let me cast the gambler’s  throw .I will perform hundred repetitions of Saptashati. If Mataji accepts me as Her son with no displeasure, no freaks, no terrible wrathfulness and no vengeance for consciously or unconsciously done offences, I become Hers. Otherwise, I live my life  as an atheist or an agnostic, with all goodness, morality, broad-mindedness, fellow-feeling etc. “

At eighteen he began the experiment. On thirty repetitions, he had a telegram, at Poona (Pune), where he was studying in the Engineering College, from  his maternal uncle who was the Revenue Collector of the Baroda State of Mehesena मेहेसाणा  near Ahmedabad. It was about his mother’s illness and asking him to start immediately. On the way railway station  , where his uncle had come to receive him, the former received the telegram from the Baroda Government to immediately proceed to Bahucharaji Mataji  बहुचराजी माताजी  ( the second most popular Goddess worshipped in Gujerat)  as the Revenue Collector of the district and to do certain arrangements. The young lad was taken directly to the place, as his mother become fairly all right, as soon as he has started from Poona (Pune) by Mother’s Grace. The illness was a pretext utilised by Mother to force him to come down as he had determined not to leave Poona (Pune), although all students had left in their vacation. He had refused going home, as he was determined to finish the experiment at the same place, without any break or interruption. There, in the temple, the boy was given an assurance by Matajee in a dream that She would be  to him purely and unadulteratedly a loving and living mother. He returned to Poona full of hair-erect bristling joys.  

Since that day, supernatural and occult powers of prediction and blessing which were inherent in him from the very childhood became more effective, intense and acute. He could bring two persons at daggers drawn going to a criminal court for cross suits to be friends in a two hours talk. Once he wanted 63 rupees ( his Money Order, not arriving at proper time from parents before the last date of college fee payments ). He prayed at 9 p.m. and at 11 p.m. he had a heap of  about Rs. 800 because the Bengali and Gujarati quarters took a fright at 10 p.m. (there were some robbers preparing to loot the quarters from behind,seen gathered on desolate railway lines). Though a big cipher in drawing ( the most essential subject in Engineering ), his drawing to be finally examined with marks-giving at the annual University examination would be prepared by the best students with the full permission and cognition of the very supervisors and even the principal. Once Mataji dictated to him the whole of the chemistry paper the previous night.

He was  voracious reader but he was more of a mathematician, a poet, a thinker, a philosopher and a songster than an engineer by his very birth. What did he care after he had Mother’s protection ? His repeated failures in spite of his hardest work trained him to realise nothingness of himself and life and left no drop of cheerfulness about life  with all its varied pleasures. He ceased to be  a responsible actor of the world and became a superficial spectator of his own life, allowing it to be drifted as Mother desired according to his past Karmas, with nothing as the goal of life, at such a tender age , – usually full of follies and passions, spirits and storms.  

At twenty-two, he had the most calamitous , and yet the final hardest hammer under which he would have succumbed, but for Mother’s Grace. He happened to read Yoga-Vasistha योग वसिष्ठ and Vedantism वेदान्त, the terrible teaching of ” AHAM BRAHMA ASMI ‘ अहं ब्रह्मास्मी and his head turned. His intellect got clouded with controversy of the new teaching. He thought he was all along under a delusion and pitiable victim of a huge cheat by Mataji, the Maya deity. He threw away his deity picture, scriptural Saptshati सप्तशती , wooden seat, worshipping materials  and vessels in the river Mula-Mutha Sangam  मुळामुठा संगम behind his living place. He changed his course  from devotion to Divine Knowledge. He began repeating “AHAM BRAHMA ASMI ” day and night and interviewed so many religious teachers  on the subject.

Some decades ago divine Knowledge and Devotion were at daggers drawn. It is now,things have now changed and religious teachers have accepted the policy of harmonising both. The Advaitists have seen that unless they equally appreciate and preach devotion, their popularity and maintenance  of Ashrams would be an impossibility. That deprecating manner of saying,” Devotion is only just a stepping stone, which has now disappeared, was it then at its shouting pitch. It is now only very recently that Sanyasees and Yogis and Karma Margis all have gradually pitched their tents in the open airy yellow lawn of devotion. That preaching of one-ness of Atma and Parmatma, that idea of inferiority of devotion and deities, that sophistry about the fruitlessness or unreality or the delusion of the Universe and all allied teachings, so very forceful then, were more than overpowering for the young boy of twenty-two who had seen nothing of the world in its true natural colours.

The young boy had never had to pass through a more terrible time. He experienced that, as a result of his  faithless desertion of  Mother, the whole world has changed to be  worse for him. Even his best friends and relations disliked, displeased and deserted him; no miraculous powers, no happy meditations, no devotional effusions, no good-lucks. His morality, goodness, character, religiosity all stood before him threatening him with leaving him a as a corpse. The contrast of his faculties before and after, all led him to the highest desperation. One day, in Petlad, he tore of his garments and sacred thread, threw of his shirt and dhoti and cap in the street and ran away from the house as one determined to mend or end his life, to be Sanyasin or or to commit suicide. What might have been the climax of his sorrow , disappointment and disgust of life and world, at twenty-two, can be better imagined than described. He was however caught by his most revered father who ran after him with all the force he can command in the street, weeping and shouting out on losing his son and by his mother, weeping and madly running after his father. He was brought home and confined in a room for a week and greatly smoothened and solaced by his  parents. After a promise not to be a Sanyasin, he was permitted to return to Poona for studies. His mother with tears in her eyes said ,” You have never been telling a lie. You never break your promise. If you are determined to be a Sanyasin, first stab me and then go. If you wish I may live, promise me , you will never leave home.” This promise did not leave  him undisturbed whenever he got the idea of taking Sanyasa.

One idea alone,  about his greatest ungratefulness to the Mother who had been protecting him all along, and without whose protection what the world would be to him, he had experienced and realised, that one mania seized him. This one idea  acted like the most violent  attack of an unbearable shock. He decided to drown in the very same river unless Mother reaccepted him. In the midst of the excruciating pains he got an imaginary idea like lightening in the darkest cloudy night. “Will not Mother save me ? Will She not tell me She has re-accepted me ?” All this was a matter of few hours, before determination and preparation for action. He went to commit suicide in the river. He ran in towards the river water depth with a speed which had never  before used. Just then, he was caught in the sweetest trans-heavenly Embrace of Mother – The Visible, The infatuatingly Beautiful Mother. She admonished him strongly never to be so reckless and senseless in future and assured him he was never disowned by Her, although his head had turned. Not only that,but She told him, She was carrying him through certain experiences which were indispensable. Mother knew his fickle mindedness and did the preventive needful. Retracing to his room, he expressed to himself, though most stealthily, wishing none to know it, not even his own mind to hear him, his inmost suspicion  which proved his greatest ungratefulness even after Mother had been merciful enough by saving him from committing suicide. He asked himself,” What did I see ? What did I hear ? Is this not all a mental derangement ? Is this all not a false vision because of a mental despair ?” Mother had anticipated this and had kept the answer ready to convince him of Her Embrace and Her Word and Her Promise.

Most surprisingly, on opening the room he saw the very same deity picture, the very same scriptural book of Saptashati, the very same wooden-seat, the very same worshipping articles at the very same place as they were and where they were before, the very same things which he had thrown away in the river  with contempt about six weeks before.

From this moments onwards , he linked himself with and riveted himself to Mother.  His conception then was a Hinduistic one , viz., that of power, although with the additional personally secured concessional advantage  of Mother’s protection to him as Her son. That was however just as a lioness has her love to her cub though not with a devouring ferocity. “Mother” was however to him an honorific name for a feminine sex deity with no conception of a mother-and-child relationship for one and all.

The period from this event in 1907 up to 1932 was that of a common man’s living with a gradual progressive development in religiosity. Hindu Mataji (Power) was gradually transforming Herself with him to be the Universal Mother Mai. Universalization of one’s ideal is not merely a  matter of tongue-twist. Universality means  a complete absence of the idea of one man being different from another exactly similar man on the mere ground of such two man’s belonging to two different religions. Universality to be effective  must be the supreme quality of one’s whole vision and entire intellectual outlook with a belief and a conviction about it’s highest value. Universality should not be outcome of  a policy, a temporary acceptance , or a delusion creativeness, for some specific object in a view. It should be an impossibility to assume a different colour  after some attainment or after a lapse of some  long time.

The difference, the superiority and inferiority complexes, prejudices and prepossessions, likes and dislikes, as a result of different persons following different religions, require to be uprooted, wiped out and forgotten as if they were never in existence.The Founder brought about a reconciliation between Hindus and Muslims over a mosque question at Nasik in a few hours , which was a standing cause of unrest for 12 to 15 years.That was possible only because the Founder was Universal-minded, in every moment of his living, after 1932 and because he was a Mai-ist, the Founder and follower of a religion which has Universal-mindedness as its main-most commandment.

The subtle difference is to be noted here . It is not that some few Hindus or Muslims are not there that are universal-minded, but the presumption holding sway in the minds of both the communities in terms of millions of hearts , is that Hindu is a Hindu and a Muslim is a Muslim, during butchering riots. When the knife is raised is to be plunged, it is not possible for one to know or to inform that he is not an enemy, at the moment of life and death. Mai-ism emphasises the need of a solid working through organisations during peace periods.

There the whole difference comes in.To be the known follower of a religion ( or even a society ) which makes no distinction of that nature, on the one hand, and on the other, to be an exception to the usual beliefs about a religion or a society by the co-religionists or members are poles asunder. That you are above such animosities must have been a proved fact known to the world at large, much before an incident.

That supreme stage of Universal outlook, once attained, along with other sterling virtues, carries with it, its own wonderful silent supernatural power over the hearts of average men. The man appealing to brotherhood must have actually lived in that spirit and with that belief as the maxim of his life. Reconciliation between two antagonistic forces become possible only when a much superior force makes each of them to be reminded of its comparative nothingness.

The spiritual force of a Religious Universal-minded man is of a  much stronger powerful-ness than that of the Life force or the Will-force or Soul-force. It derive its strength from the divinity itself.

During the college sub-period ( from 1908 to 1912 ) there were many convincing proofs of Mataji’s Grace.

During his second-year examination, one day he was in devotional mood, which made him entirely uncomposed to be able to attend the examination hall, in Bombay [Mumbai] at the appointed hour. When he could compose himself in his home, the examination hour had passed. He washed his face dressed himself in his home and took a tram. In hot haste, his T-square which was shoved in the drawing board the wrong way, fell off on the ground. Some Seth picked it up and ran in a victoria after the tram and caught it at the next halt. The boy was overwhelmed with gratefulness. The Seth said,” Mataji, bless me with a son “. Said the Founder,” Mother Grace shower Welfare “. The devotee ran to the hall and found that he was 40 minutes late. Soon after him came the Registrar with the question paper packets. He was admitted to the hall. The printing machinery unprecedentedly  had gone wrong to give the boy sufficient time to recover his normal plane.

The second instance was in respect of the special train carrying the students  on a geographical tour in the final year. The students had encamped in Agra and were awaiting the arrival of a special train expected to  arrive within an hour or so. The boy got a flying news that Mathura was near. Said he ,” I must go for Darshan of my beloved Lord Krishna.” The train time that day to Mathura had passed away. Like a mad man he said,” I will go to the station.”Two friend accompanied him. First station, the station staff laughed at their ignorance  of the scheduled timings. Second station people called them mad. Third station , the engine was lying “sick”. On purchase of tickets and hurried sitting in a coal wagon, the engine came to order and whistled. The despondency that has arisen on the booking-clerk advising not to purchase tickets  as the engine had gone useless, turned to a cheerfulness with  joyful hurrah. However the cause of standing suspense and anxiety, did not altogether cease. They would be detected  on the arrival of a special train as absconders and be even punished. They had not enough money to return Bombay [ Mumbai ] from Agra with fresh tickets. From 4 P.M. to 9 P.M. of the next day, the special train could not be ready in spite of the repeated telegrams by the influential professor-in-charge of the tourists, till they returned. The in-charge was hot with the boy for having  bolted away but his popularity came to his aid.

His reputation as a devotee of Mataji had become widespread and established. In the direction of Divine Knowledge, he took a very active part in all religious matters. He was in close touch with Theosophy both in Ahmadabad and Poona and wrote several thought-provoking and instructive articles in “Meher Message मेहेर मेसेज ” such as ” Ignorant Adverse Criticism”, ” Misfortunes of the modern mumukshus मुमुक्षु “, ” Facts for the fatigued “, “Divine Love”, “Happiness ” etc. and ” God and God attainment Remedies ” in “Kalyan” कल्याण  of Gorakhpur गोरखपुर and “Dharma Darshan” धर्मदर्शन  in Sharada Peetha शारदा पीठ   etc.

He had several occasions to have a personal eye-to-eye vision of the Divine Mother, in waking state, oftentimes in the most painful mood and moments. One of them may be narrated as a specimen.

His service as a municipal engineer in Surat were to be discharged as a result of a new fad of Government to lend engineers along with the Municipal Commissioners. He resigned before a notice be served.He was anxious that he had an appointment somewhere, before his leaving; but nothing would come forth in reply to his applications . It was Navaratra 9th day. Brahmins were on the  wooden seats for dinner after all the ceremony. He sent word to his wife  and relations  that he could not join the brahmins. “Serve them with all heart and liberality,” He told Mother,” What more do you want ? Should I break my head at Thy feet ? “. Just then the door was knocked. A telegram of appointment was there. The whole scene was changed. He ran up to weep out his gratitude to Mother. And what did he see and hear ? “Will you not at least now come with me down for the dinner ?” The form and the sound both disappeared in less than a second, leaving him again lost in labyrinth, Divine meditation and ecstasy.

The year 1932 was a turning point in his religious life. The period 1912 to 1932 was that of preparation with lots of troubles and sufferings to be fitted up religiously and spiritually for the work he was to be charged with. His belief till then consisted of increasing proportions of  “Mother-element” in the Power Mother-basic mixture from time to time. It was  reaching the culmination point of the full Mother-hood  of God to which Universality became automatically a corollary. Said he to himself,” If your God is Father or Mother of the whole Universe  and if whosoever resides  and is worshipped in Hindu temples is not a mere Hindu God , but a Universal God of one and all, there can be absolutely no justification for ” entry-refusal ” to any one  ( Harijans or Mohammedans etc.) What Hindus alone can worship can only be a Hindu God and not a Universal God. 

 

EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK :  –  MAI-ISM   /  AUTHOR : – MAI SWARUP MAI MARKAND  / ABRIDGED BY U.R.M. U.G. MENON

PUBLISHED BY : UNIVERSAL MAI-ISM TRUST, MAI NIWAS, SARASWATI ROAD END, SANTA CRUZ [WEST], MUMBAI-400054 INDIA.