WHAT SORT OF RAMADASI YOU ARE!

WHAT SORT OF RAMADASI YOU ARE!

Baba said, "Why do you scold him unnecessarily. How is it that you are so quarrelsome? Can you not speak soft and sweet words? You read daily these sacred books and still your mind is impure and your passions uncontrolled. What sort of a Ramadasi you are! You ought to be indifferent to all things" in Sri Sai Satcharitra, Ch. XXVII.

Anger is a passion which burns up brotherhood, friendship, social solidarity, spiritual fellowship. Muhammad's great disciple, Ali, was once insulted. Ali bore the insults for a long time; but he lost patience, at last: then Ali returned tit for tat! Muhammad, who was present all the time, got up and walked away, leaving Ali and his opponent to themselves. Meeting Muhammad in the evening, Ali said: "Master! Why did you go away when you saw that I was being insulted? Why did you leave me in the lurch?"

Quietly answered the Prophet: "O my friend! That man who insulted you was, indeed, rude and cruel: and I was happy to see that you were silent. I saw that there were, at that time, ten angels keeping guard over you and blessing you. But as soon as the angels saw that you gave tit for tat, they left you, and I, too, came away."

Ali lost his purity: Ali defiled his mind and his mouth. Every one of the senses must be kept pure: the eye, the vak (voice, speech), and the prana (breath) must be kept pure. If we control speech only but not the vibration of prana, we get bad dreams. To be pure, so train yourself in the school of brahmacharya that your dream state, your sub-conscious life may also be pure. Therefore repeat "Om" or "Hare Ram" or any other "Guru Mantra" as often as you can, by day and by night. Men of prayer can achieve much, because prayer, repetition of Om or Guru Mantra, purifies the prana.

Purify, also, the sense of "hearing" and the sense of touch and taste. Purify, too, your mind and heart.

India cannot be truly great if Indians squander their bala or bodily vigour. Religion must build up strength. Don't squander your life-force! Develop your vigour and use in it the service of man. So may you be as the light gay grass, humble yet strong. So purified you may see the Beauty of Nature and the Truth of God. Blessed are the pure: for they are the builders of the Race.

TAMASO MA JYOTIRGAMAYA…..

TIME DOES NOT PASS, TIME STANDS STILL.
ONLY WE ARE PASSING. THAT'S WHY WE GROW OLD AND TIME ALWAYS REMAINS YOUNG.