Katrina !

[Guest guest]

the sour memories of Tsunami had not yet faded, when Mother Nature

again struck with her harsh hands. The death of thousands in the

stampede in Iraq and devastation in America has again shaken our

beliefs.

 

While we all pray for the departed souls and for those who

survived shattered, one can not but wonder as to why Mother Nature is

so cruel. Is it a punishment ? or it is a game of some un-

intelligent, dumb and non-sensitive natural forces?

 

The Golden words of my guru give me solace at these moments :

 

" Whenever you see a great end, be sure of a great beginning. Wherea

monstrous and painful destruction appale your mind, console it with

the certainty of a larger and greater creation. God is there not

only in the still small voice, but in the fire and and in the

whirlwind too.

 

The greater the destruction, the freer the chances of creation;

but the destruction is often long, slow and opperssive, the creation

tardy in its coming or interrupted in its triumph. The night returns

again and again and the day lingers or seems even to have been a

false dawning. Despair not, therefore, but watch and work. Those

who hope violently, despair swiftly; neither hope nor fear, but be

sure of god's purpose and his will to accomplish.

 

The hands of the divine Artist works often as if it were unsure of

its genius and its material. It seems to touch and test and leave,

to pick-up and throw away and pick-up again to labour and fail and

botch and re-piece together. Surprises and disappointments are the

order of his work before all things are ready. What was rejected

once, becomes the corner stone of a mighty edifice.

 

But behind all, is the sure eye of a knowledge which surpasses our

reason and the slow smile of an infinite ability.

 

God has all time before him and does not need to be always in a

hurry. He is sure of his aim and success and cares not if he breaks

his work a hundred times to bring it nearer perfection. Patience is

our first great necessary lesson, but not the dull slowness to move

of the timid, the sceptical, the weary, the slothful the unambitious

or the weakling; a patience full of a calm and gathering strength

which watches and prepares itself for the hour of swift great

strokes, few but enought to change the destiny.

 

Wherefore God hammers so fiercely at his world, tramples and

kneaks it like dough, casts it so often into the blookbath and the re

hell-heat of the furnace ?

 

Because humanity in the masses is still a hard crude and vile ore

which will not otherwise be smelted and shaped; as is his material,

so is his method. Let it help to transmute itself into nobler and

purer metal, his ways with it will be gentler and sweeter, much

loftier and fairer its uses"

 

Hari Aum

 

with love and light

 

baba