How I met My Master....By Priya Devi R

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How I Met My Master By: Priya Devi R The dawning of that day was like any other ordinary day without any anticipation or eagerness for that least expected more than a significant day that upturned my life inside out, rather my attitude towards life. We have heard from those who tread the path of spirituality, those mellowed ones owing to their perpetual indulgence in the path; that when that eventual day shows up your Master is there to embrace you into his fold. A fold that captures you totally devouring you, ripping

off your old modes of thinking, exposing you to the naked truth of what one's true essence is by smashing one's idea of erroneous conception of one self by drilling into one perpetually the veracity of the true self. A master either forces His stormy entry pushing open the portals of one's heart or gently like that of a flower blooming unaware to an earthly eye. It so happened that a family friend on one of his casual visits to my place gave me two devotional audio tapes as I had a flair for music; one of the two's covers bore the picture of an old bearded man which had hardly made any impact on my ignorant mind. So it went right into my shelf that readily housed all the other tapes that only gratified my seeking of senses rather than the soul; to lie there idle, unheard for a long time not less than ten years.Then came the

need or rather the time for me to lend my ears to the songs that lay abandoned all this while on a casual search of the shelf. Swept away completely by the lyrics and the heart rending melody, I found my self hearkening to it , slowly losing myself in it. My first visit to His ashram was an unplanned one on my return from madras. The ashram located at the foot hills of the holy Mount Thirunannamalai bore an aura of solemn silence , simplicity and homeliness. As I slowly went about the ashram with an exploring eye I found my self in front of a statue of my Master. The moment my mind losing itself of its vagaries, delved into some unredeemable depths; went into a hiding forgetting to bother me in a state of oblivion for a few moments. Those were moments that taught me the nature of a still mind; moments that revealed the language of silence in this words dominant world; moments that sent waves of bliss within my very being. For how could a Master who had shed His form years

before my birth could have such an authentic impact on me which resulted in me hankering with insatiable craving to know about Him and his teachings of self enquiry & surrender.The books about Him satiated my ravenous yearnings about Him and His teachings, His miracles and devotees; recordings that exposed me to the fact that the folks of His fold had relished the same treatment of moments of a stilled peaceful mind flinging me into arenas of astonishment. Was it an initiation into silence? Or a sample of the ultimate answer to one's spiritual quest? Or sheer magnanimity to expose me to His benevolence; I, who was ignorance personified and was incognizant of the greatness of spirituality. Ever since manifesting His Grace tirelessly and engulfing me with Mercy, so who is the compassionate piper who has lured His mice with the divine pipe of Grace to bask in His mercy and to collide with infinity? He is none other than the Great Master Ramana Maharshi the sage of

Arunachala. (Sharing With Sai Love) Ram.ChuganiRam ChuganiKobe, Japanrgcjp

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