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THIS IS DIVINE LAW

"We have to discriminate between the Unreal and the Real, renounce the things

and enjoyments of this world and the next, control our senses and mind, and

aspire for liberation only." –Sri Sai satcharitra, ch. XLV

The assembly of gods once met and decided to appoint a man to the position of

Lord of Death, the official title being Lord Yama. They selected the most

righteous man for this post. His duty was to take (escort) man at the proper

time (upon death) to the celestial regions.

A man by the name of Amrita, living on earth, thought to himself that the one

thing he feared most was death. He hit upon a bright idea that if he befriended

the Lord of Death, then may be death can be kept at a distance. Amrita practised

austerities and concentrated his mind upon Lord Yama, the Lord of Death. Lord

Yama was pleased and granted a vision to Amrita.

Lord Yama said: I know, by the aid of my divine powers, that you seek to

befriend me. Your wish has come true. My presence is only available to those

upon whose deaths my messengers or I take their souls to my domain. Those that

are born must die and those who die will be born again. This is the eternal

law. No one can escape death. Yet I grant you my vision while you are still

living.

Amrita said: As a token of our friendship, I ask this favour of you. If death is

inevitable, I ask that if I am to die, then at least let me know beforehand of

the time when my end is to come so that I can make proper provision for my

family before departure.

Lord Yama said: Sure, this is a simple matter. I shall certainly inform you

beforehand. But as soon as you get the message, please set about making the

preparations.

With these words Lord Yama, the Lord of Death, vanished.

Many years passed. Amrita’s hair began gradually to turn grey, but he was living

happily with not a thought about the fear of death. His life was full of sensual

pleasures and enjoyments. He did not look forward to receiving any

correspondence from his friend, Lord Yama, and he was pleased that so far no

letters had arrived from the Lord of Death.

Some more years passed by. By this time Amrita had lost most of his teeth. But

he was living without any worries about death or dying. Still no letters had

arrived from his friend, the Lord of Death.

As the years rolled by, Amrita’s eyesight became dimmer. Old age is catching up

with me, he thought. But I am thankful that my friend has still not sent any

letter addressed to me. I know that my friend, Lord Yama, always keeps his

promise. He will surely send a message beforehand.

Some more years passed by. Amrita was now an old man who could not stand

straight up. With his back bent forward, he could not walk without the support

of a walking stick. His skin was all wrinkled. One day he suffered a stroke and

became paralysed. People said his condition was very critical. But Amrita was

still in a happy frame of mind. As long as his friend Lord Yama had not sent

any letter, the thought of death and dying never entered his mind.

Then the inevitable happened. Lord Yama, the god of death, entered the room.

Amrita was startled and his mind was seized with fear.

Lord Yama said: My friend, come now, you have suffered greatly. Today I have

come to take you with me.

Amrita was trembling with extreme fear. He said: Alas, you have betrayed me. You

have not kept your word. You did not send any letter to me. You have now come

with your fearful form to take me away. Are you not ashamed to thus deceive a

friend?

Lord Yama said: O man! You spent all your life in shameless sense indulgence.

Now you cast aspersions on me, the Lord of justice. Pleasures and enjoyments

made you blind. How then could you know the letters I sent you? Not one, but

four letters did I send to you. But you heeded them not.

Amrita was greatly puzzled: Four letters did you say? But not one reached me. It

is just possible that they may have gone astray in the post.

Lord Yama said: With all your cleverness you were fool enough to think that I

would take up pen and paper to write letters to you. O deluded mortal! Time is

my messenger who brought my messages to you. Now take your mind back in time

and recollect, years ago, your hair turned grey. That was my first letter. You

did not heed my message but blackened your hair with dye.

My second letter reached you when your teeth began to fall out. Then too, you

took no warning, but got yourself a set of false teeth.

My third letter was sent to you when your eyesight failed.

The fourth message was when your body became paralysed.

Amrita said: Oh no! I have grievously erred. Unforgivable is my error. Yet once

more I crave your indulgence, Lord Yama.

Lord Yama replied: Indulgence! What more indulgence is there for me to give?

What use did you make of the priceless opportunity bestowed on you of the gift

of this human birth? Sensual indulgence and drunkenness- with these you wasted

your life. Wasting this precious human life, fit on you! Now you shamelessly

ask for more time. Time for what?

Amrita said: O friend, remember our past friendship? Please recall those days

now and bestow on me one more chance.

Lord Yama said: That friendship was of that time. Now it’s done. I come neither

as friend nor as foe. I come as the dispenser of the granite law. This law is

above love and above hatred. This law is just, true and impartial. No human

servitor am I who for gifts or money would from duty’s path swerve. My course

is straight and true to the end. I carry out the stern dictates of destiny. All

mortals have to bend to my final mandate. This is the divine law. Now let us go.

Lord Yama, the god of death, puts the noose over the dying man’s neck. The man

begins to gasp and then chokes. An agonised expression fills his face.

People said: Amrita is dead.

(from the writings of Swami Shivananda, DLS, Rishikesh)

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:

Where there is pride of class, devotion is difficult, because devotion is

through the self, not through the body. But class belongs to the body, and not

to the self.

(Amrta Bindu, 14)

Tamaso Ma Jyotirgamaya.......

How far may a study of the Shastras (Scriptures) help a seeker on the Path?

The shastras are often studied as an intellectual exercise: and unoften their

students quarrel among themselves in regard to the interpretation of the texts.

The darkness of a room is not dispelled by uttering the word ‘lamp’! So the

darkness of the ‘ego’ is not removed by the word meaning of scritural texts.

This darkness will not be dispelled until the ‘inner light’ is unveiled. And

the ‘inner light’ may be unveiled through the help of an Illuminated One. Him

we call a Guru.

What is the essential mark of the true Guru?

The true Guru is even he who is in communion with the Divine Life.

How does the true Guru help his disciple?

The Guru tries to transform the pupil. The Guru kindles in the heart of the

pupil the fire of the Spirit. The pupil is transmuted into the very substance

of the Guru. The pupil, like his Guru, shines with the light of Life Divine.

(Sadhu Vaswani)

 

 

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