True Mantra

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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 "

 

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