Guest guest Report post Posted December 18, 2009 True Mantra -Translated from a discourse given by Sant Shri Asaramji Bapu Once there was a king who was very fond of flowers. He had bought a lot of expensive pots with beautiful and fragrant flowers. He had them arranged in the courtyard just next to his bedroom and hired a person to take proper care of them. Once that fellow broke one pot by mistake while arranging them. The king became furious to hear about this. He was a cruel and senseless king. He sentenced his servant to death for this pity mistake. He was ordered to be hanged after two months. The king's minister pleaded mercy for the poor fellow but he did not listen. To find death inevitable, the poor servant started praying to God. Meanwhile the king declared a reward for anyone who could repair the broken pot and make it exactly same as it used to be. Many people came and tried their luck but in vain. How could a broken pot be repaired exactly like before? How could any doctor bring back life to a dead person? This mortal human body also is irreparable. Even if a surgeon tries his best to put back the broken parts, it can never be the same; there is always some imperfection remaining. Similarly a kite when torn apart can never be made to look like before even if one applies all kind of glues. How could anyone ever do this? The servant on the other hand was counting his days. He would every now and then pray to God to somehow make king's mind change so that his life is spared. A month passed by like this. Then a saint visited that city. He heard about this reward which the king had declared for anyone who could repair the broken flower pot. He also learnt about the death sentence given to the poor servant who broke it. That saintly person went to the king's court and said " I take the responsibility of joining back your broken pot. Show it to me " The king took the saint to his palace where all the flower pots were kept. The saint looked deeply at the broken pot. He also looked at all the other two dozen unbroken pots. He passed a divine smile towards the king. Then he asked for a stick. The servant brought him one. As soon as he got it, he started breaking all other flower pots. For sometime, the king totally confused at this scene kept wondering what is this way of repairing. May be this saintly person knows some new method. Then he looked at the saint who was standing fearlessly after having broken all the pots. He yelled " O saint! what have you done? " The saint replied " I saved the life of two dozen poor people who at some point in time would have broken these pots. " The king became furious and ordered that the saint be trampled under the feet of an elephant. The saint was a spiritually enlightened person. He had deeply experienced the teachings of the Vedas. He believed firmly in the universality of the soul and its oneness with GOD. He knew that the physical body is bound to be destroyed someday while the inner soul can never ever die. He'd never get frightened by even the worst of the worst situations since he was beyond death and birth. An elephant was brought in front of him. The saint peacefully lied down on the ground and meditating on " So..hum.. Shivo..hum " (I am That.. I am Shiva ...The supreme lord) " Supreme Lord is prevalent all around. The elephant is also the supreme lord and so is its master. The king who ordered this execution is also the supreme lord and the one lying down on the ground is also the same supreme lord. " " The lord itself is playing with its own various forms. So..hum " " The minister standing in the corner is also the dear lord and the soldier holding a sword in the hand is also the same lord. The whole public watching this is also the supreme lord having taken various forms from tiny kids to veiled women. " The blissful saint continued meditating like this visualizing the presence of supreme lord in every body around him. The master of the elephant whipped it hard but the elephant simply refused to go near the saint. Another elephant was brought in. But he also stopped within two feet of the meditating saint. His master also tried hard but in vain. The king finally gave up and asked the saint " Do you know any kind of mantra which brings every elephant under your control? " The saint smiled and said " I do not know any mantra to control an elephant but I do know the mantra to control the self. I know the mantra of love " -- With Love, Ganesh Baba Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted December 23, 2009 Interesting to read as a story. What is the logic behind the statements like " The lord itself is playing with its own various forms. So..hum " " The minister standing in the corner is also the dear lord and the soldier holding a sword in the hand is also the same lord. The whole public watching this is also the supreme lord having taken various forms from tiny kids to veiled women. " ? Regards Sanjeev Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
