Omnipresent God.
Born and brought up in a liberal home with western model education I grew up in ignorance, almost an agnostic as far as religion was concerned, rituals being meaningless & temple merely a piece of architecture. On one of those rare visits to temples I used to be amazed at the precicision with which some people performed the rituals in a set order without forgetting anything. “ what a waste of time & energy, all hogwash.” Huh is God seeing all this meaningless act! ”My heart full of disgust at the drama in temple, my mind full of duality between me & God a separate entity some where up in the universe; a concept mostly derived from childhood stories & new year calendars full of colourful images of popular gods like lakshmi, ganesh, saraswati, Shankar etc. Omnipresent God was a fanciful concept inconceivable, hence ignored by my rationality. My prayers were fervent wanting and some mindless scramble with mantras that I knew.
Had immense faith in God but rest of the story was hazy, sometimes laced with scepticism & doubt. His grace made me experience Omnipresent God, quickly lifting me out of the traps of life leading me into a life envisioned by Tagore in his poetry -
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my coun try awake.
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my coun try awake.
Boons, blessings, curses.
Enmity is painful for the keeper said H.H. while I relished my strenghth & conviction with which i shot curses at my enemies & absolutely believed in them coming true, prayed at every hurt inflicted, to make my curses true. Curse did materialise in every direction I had sent without bringing in any particular joy or satisfaction. On the contrary lot of past sukarma that could have translated into present good fortune was taken away as price for the curses. This was maya’s ploy to cheat out my accumulated good deeds of past. Astrologically also one who harbours enmity gets harmed. He healed me. Magically I’v realised all this and live it now. I can bless my enemies comfortably without a cringe in heart or any resistance to it. He ironed it all out
Mending the ruptures & punctures of my memory, dusting it clean of enmity, envy, evil, gently simulating my life, in miniature, for me, reminding my role thereof, guiding, pushing, nudging, teaching me & freeing me to decide for self, breaking his body to soak every moment of my life in care. Miracles are a way of life now. Guruji lent immediate oxygen & sunshine to my dying growth. Harmony strewn my way, connecting me to the greater rhythm, overcoming pettiness.
Faith if you have you are blessed, if not just bend ur head & do seva, sadhna, satsang to clear the cobwebs around ur mind & watch the sunshine & rain of blessings on u.
Omnipresent God all enveloping me, listening to me & all that is in me, willing to help , only I’v to connect & ask. This connect is my guru’s magic wand to me very gently transferred to my hands, while walking the path of seva, sadhna, satsang .
And I’v got the pearls that I wouldn’t take, come what may.
Power of concentrating between the brows while breathing
Power of mind
Power of thoughts
Power of prayer
Power of meditation
Last September we went to Vaishno Devi during pitri pakhsha , when we do penance to appease our dead. In my regression couple of years ago I saw my self crossing over dead remains & blood, disregarding a pained but feeble voice in the background, trying to stop me. The moment i entered the main shrine I kind of overpowered by my previous birth deeds, stood disillusioned. “so this is only vaishno devi that people talk about... now what should I pray for ... people say she is wish fulfilling.... i don’t believe in... ’’within fraction of second my trail of thought was interrupted surely & certainly by divine voice speaking within me “pray to be paapmukta & shaapmukta“ & i was amazed at the accuracy of this divine suggestion. How astute & caring was this power in understanding me & my problem. It could connect & flow through me. The story does not end here. Then came Navratri .from panchmi onwards inspiration started coming to do (Shaapoddhar, a part of Durga Shaptasati)r, or freeing from curse. The moment I started it my heart was cleansed of bitterness against Maryada Purrushhottam Ram. I brought his picture home or he came at one true behest of mine forgetting all my past disregard. I was reminded of the last words in a book by an old man, recounting his journey to Kailash Mansarovar
