The WORLD , so often runs to saints for consolation. But her crookedness, selfishness, jugglery, intrigues, falsehoods, faithlessness etc.have fully tired them out. The saints are so much disgusted with her hypocrisy and ungratefulness, that they get terrorized at her very shadow and at her approach. The saints fly away to live in caves, mountains, forests, on riverbanks and on sea-coasts, as far away from her as possible.They make rules and regulations of never touching and seeing the world , women and wealth. If still by chance she comes nearer , they raise a huge cry.
The WORLD once most bitterly wept out her distress to Mother. Said the WORLD,” In spite of so many splendors, wealth, education, civilization, learning, this discovery and that discovery of science etc., I am sick at heart, I am miserable . People also talk that the world is full of miseries. “ Mother advised, ” Why don’t you go Saints ? “ The crafty reply was,” Yes, I like them, I worship them, I follow their teachings , I supply them their requirements. I was once going to them, but they too have fled away. “ The game playing WORLD cheated even Mother. She did not breathe a syllable about her own crookedness being the cause of their flying away.
Mother fully knew what was wrong, but after all, the WORLD was Her own Creation and Daughter. She was moved with pity. She thought, ” Let Me now create a new type of MOTHERLY SAINTS , saints who do hate , or run away from , or who do not see temptation in world, wealth or woman, saints who do not renounce the world but who remaining therein sacrifice all their for world itself. “ She called several high souls. All were shrewd enough to guess the purpose . they knew how terrible and bothersome it was to be the Guru of the WORLD shrew. All escaped; but one , inexperienced layman , half saintly half worldly, a non professional soul was caught in the Mother’s net. Mother called Her daughter and with every scolding, advice and warning said,” I give you the fittest Guru. It is now up to you, how to make yourself consoled and happy for ever.”
Do you think the WORLD, full of so much vice, mischief and evil changed her nature ? No. She had much greater value for the unapproachable , awe-inspiring saints, of whom she would be at least somewhat afraid. This Guru she placed in her pocket and continued her life as before , putting forth the twisted techniques of the new Guru in defense of her still greater increasing waywardness.
The inexperienced semi saint constantly complained to Mother. Mother cooled him down,” What have you to do with that ? Why ? Don’t you forget all the ill-treatment, slight, ridicule, condemnation and everything in my presence ? Why do mind those things ?Are you not dearest to Me ? Why don’t you keep my love to you always before your mind ? Can you not remain in the world itself and yet remain unwet – unwetted, untired , undisgusted ?
One day , timidly and trickily , the semi-saint talked to Mother. ” I myself quite immature and imperfect, not even one – tenth of even nominal saints . Your daughter is now quite happy. She is now sufficiently prepared to take care of herself. I may now turn , to the work of furthering my own spiritual progress. “ No sooner were these words heard, than Mother’s face changed. Said She , ” What ? Tricks with me ? Do you dare think, I myself can’t make you perfect merely by My Will ? You too want to follow the self-centered selfish spirituality of your predecessors ? “
The semi-saint full of repentance for having broached the subject , full of depression, was merged in despair and was drooping. He began to remember certain facts of his life and his own experiences. He had been to two saints, Sri SAI BABA श्रीसाईबाबा and Sri SWAMI SIDDHARUDHA स्वामी श्री सिध्दारूढ . He had most solicitously prostrated for ‘ Guru-mantra ‘ गुरूमन्त्र and ‘ Diksha ‘ दीक्षा . He was passed over by both, with, ” You have yourself to do a different type of religious work. You can not be given Mantra or Diksha.”
On this thought establishing its mastery, in every atom of his brains, the only thing that remained possible for the semi saint was to fall prostrate on the ground before Mother’s image . He surrendered himself with an apologetic pledge-bound shouting expression ,” Mother ! Thy Will be done. I only beseech Thee. Never forget however weak, wicked, worst I may be , I am for ever Thine ; forget that never “.
The walls echoed. The ‘ Pancha -Pranas ‘ पंच प्राण [vital airs] within him, the Shariras पंच शरीर [bodies],and the ‘ Pancha – Koshas ‘ पंच कोष [sheaths] echoed. The MERCIFUL MOTHER’S IMAGE echoed : ” N E V E R “.
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