Series of dialogues with Baba - Doubt dissolver

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"Doubt dissolver"Previous Dialogues with Baba: I II III IV "This series of

dialogues with Baba, published in the magazine originally in Telugu, unravels

the mysteries of spiritual truth and lovingly removes the mist that hides the

vision of aspirants. Perused with care and faith, these dialogues are bound to

clarify, reinforce and convince. May the perusal lead you nearer and nearer the

goal." N. Kasturi, <<Sainews HOME

<<Previous Dialogue IV Next Dialogue VI>>...to be continued

Dialogue V

Swami: Well, my boy, I am glad you have come. Are you reflecting the answers I

gave last time and practising what has been told with firm conviction? Are you

deriving Ananda therefrom?

Bhaktha: Swami, will any Bhaktha like me allow your words, nectar-like words, to

go to waste? No one aspiring to attain real Ananda will throw away the ambrosial

words that you confer in Your grace. I do not know about others but I am

reflecting upon your answers night and day and practising them with courage and

conviction. I am awake all the time waiting for the next chance to meet

you.Swami: It is this alertness that devotees should cultivate. To attach

oneself to the flimsy, paltry foolishness of the world and to run after them

and worry when they slip out of the hands or jump about in glee when you get

them, all this is Avidya, Maya. But your counting of days, waiting for the

chance, keeping awake for the opportunity of hearing the words of the Lord and

imbibing their essence, that is Vidya Maya. If Bhakthas fall into this Maya,

they will attain fulfilment, without fail, some day or other. So, since this

Vidya Maya has illumined you, you are fortunate. Develop this, that is to say,

this dwelling on the thoughts of God; don't give it up or reduce it for any

reason, to any extent. You will become holy without fail. You will reach

fulfilment and attain the goal.

Bhaktha: Swami! Last month, You said You will explain to me who 'I' am. If I

understand that also, I can be rid of the little delusion that I have and,

without the slightest trace of doubt, meditate on You and be blissful. What

grater fortune can I have?Swami: Well, my boy! To speak about the real nature

of 'I' is very easy; but until it is experienced, full contentment is

impossible. For me to tell you to my satisfaction and for you to grasp its full

meaning, it needs some time. This month, even the allotted hours of the day are

not enough for me! Though it is like this, I am using all the time for the

Ananda of Bhakthas only; I have nothing of my own. Being useful for my

Bhakthas, that is my selfish purpose. Throughout last month, I went to Nellore,

Gudur, Venkatagiri and the villages around. Afterwards, I went to Bangalore and

returned. What little time was available I used for 'Premavahini'! This month,

I visited Hyderabad, Rajahmundry, Samalkot, Chebrolu, Nuzvid etc. So there is

no spare time. Next month, I shall tell you about who 'you' are to your full

satisfaction. For the present try to grasp the meaning of this song in folk

dance style; you will understand who this 'you' is, to a large extent. It is

possible you will get Vairagya to a large extent through this. Later, you will

understand the meaning of what I have to say more clearly and with greater

ease. Do not merely read this song but think well on the meaning of each word.

The song will certainly turn your brain!

Bhaktha: All right. Give me at least that. I shall satisfy my desire; I shall

drink the nectar and digest it.Swami: Listen, carefully.

Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! Dummysee the Tamasha play of this puppet doll.O

Jiva, listen to the long, long taleof its past, its future, behind and front!

It rolled at first in mushy mireof mother's womb, its prison dark.It came with a

whimper, but all aroundthey smiled in joy and feasts galore.

'O tragedy! I am born again',it knew and wept, both loud and long.But all the

while, they caressed itand laughed to raise a laugh!

In its own dirt it wallowed day,without a sense of shame;it rose and fell, at

every step,acting daily a childish play.

It runs and skips with gangs of chumsand learns a hundred tricks and trades;it

grows so tall and thick and broad;from year to year, very fast and fair.

It moves in pairs, and bills and coosin rosy rainbow style;it sings in tunes

unheard before,and quaffs the cup, unique and strange.

'Tis Brahma who makes these dolls in pairsand dolls and dolls in millions,but

this our puppet does not knowwhen it plays with dollies: Thim! Thim! Thim!

This Maya doll like the holly bullhas the Thamas rope in nostril hole;lust and

anger are the scorpion whipswhich whack the back of the slave.

It gloats with glee, when others stopbefore it shuddering low;it doles them

pain; but cannot beara microscopic share!

It swears and shouts and waves its armsand frets and fumes with blood-red

eyes;it is indeed a wondrous sight -possessed by devil ire!

It scans and spells, it scribbles and swots,it does not know the reason why,it

runs in panic trying to gleanfodder for belly, willy or nilly.

Ah, did you see this queer little dummy,with so many books in its tummy,turning

and twisting in jealousy greenwhen a learned doll encounters it?

And, you should hear its secret cluckwhen a shameful sensual urge,a wicked

lurking greedis satisfied in sin!

It proudly pats; what? its own back!For beauty, brawn, vitality.While all the

time and step by stepit moves towards senility.

It totters and blinks through wrinkles and folds;and when the children cry,'old

ape', 'old ape'it gapes and grins a toothless grin -its bones do clatter so!

Unto the last, it is lost in fear,wear and tear and many a tearsome fray!Of what

avail, O dummy doll, your gasp and groan,your needs must meet the doom.

Aha! The bird! It shakes its wings!It files out, brrrr, from out the cage of

skin.Empty, it tightens; vacant, it straightens;o, drag it out of sight; it

bloats and stinks.

The elements join their parents five;the doll's desires are dust and ash;why

weep, you fools, when one of youfalls on the crowded stage?

Uncles, cousins, aunts and friendsmarch in gloom until door of room!The Maya

doll, alas, forgot its kin,the divine name, redeemer true!

O Jiva, do not lean upon this slender reed;just a sneeze! This frail skin

boatendowed with thrice three leakswill plunge you, middle stream!

This puppet weeps, it sleeps and wakes,When the string is pulled by unseen

handThe Lord it is, who stands behind,But the dummy swears, it is I, I, I.

Dharma, Karma are the hardy stringsHe tightens or He loosens.Unaware, the puppet

swaggerscriss-cross, on the planks.

It takes the world as stable -this silly strutting dummy!A twinkle! He winds up

the show!Exit the pomp and pride!

O Jiva, you have wadedthrough ant and snake and bird;seek and find without

delay,the road to lasting bliss!

Bless your luck! You now can seeSai Krishna, He has come!Be kin with him and you

will knowyour what and why and how.

A million words so clever and nice,can they appease your hunger's maw?Light the

lamp of the soul instead,and, freed from bondage, run out and play.

This song that tells of dummy dollmakes Jiva sad and wise! I know;but, Jiva! See

the Leela grand of Sathya Sai Nathand - Know Thyself!

Bhaktha: Ah! I have understood! I have clearly understood that 'I' am not the

body, the Buddhi, the Manas, or the Chittam. When I am not any of these, 'I'

must be only the Atma, and if 'I' am the Atma, then 'I' am the Paramatma and so

everything is Paramatma! All this I have understood! Believing out of ignorance

that 'I' am this body and this intellect, this Deha and this Buddhi, we are

experiencing all these miseries. True, true. We are passing through all that

you said now, one after the other, as beads in a string. Oh! What a truth? What

a truth! Listening to this one song is enough; the brain, as you said, turns

into Vairagya - Swami! I felt very disappointed when You said first that You

had no time to spare. But that was due to my ignorance. Though I knew that Our

Swami will never disappoint any one or cause trouble, I felt as if You have

conferred even more Ananda now, than what I thought I would get. How is Your

kindness to be described! They sing of you, For a single drop of tear, Sayi

will melt ; and they say you can never bear to see us suffer: this is proof of

the truth of these. Shall I take leave?Swami: Very good. Go and come again. I

too have no time to spare. I have to see and send those who are going to their

places.

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