At midnight one night, the Master’s telephone rang. He picked up the phone and heard an elderly lady saying, “Mary, Mary, how many times did I tell you not to marry that guy?” Then she hung up.
The Master knew it was a wrong number, but he felt sorry that this woman’s daughter had made a bad marriage. So the spiritual Master prayed, “O Mother of the Saviour, do take care of your namesake and protect Your sacred name.”
At three o’clock that morning the Master’s telephone rang again. This time the caller was a middle-aged man. “Why don’t you die at this very moment so that I can have my children back?” he shouted at the Master. “Why don’t you have children of your own and play with them? Why do you have to play with my children?” Then he hung up.
The Master used his occult power to find out who the man was and the next day he told the man’s children to go back to their father.
The children said to the Master, “Master, we shall go back to our parents, although we have done nothing wrong to you. It is our parents who have insulted you. But since you have asked us to go back to them, we shall go. And we shall forgive your injustice. But we shall not forget the love and compassion which you have shown us on so many occasions.”
That night, the Master got a phone call at four o’clock. A young girl said to him, “Did God tell you that you have realised Him, or is it your own imagination that says so?”
The Master said to the girl, “God didn’t tell me of His own accord, but I forced Him to say that I have realised Him and that it is not my imagination. It is my declaration through God’s lips that I have realised God.”
At five o’clock in the morning the telephone rang again. A young man’s voice said, “Why do you think of yourself as God? What is wrong with you?”
The Master used his occult power and saw that the youth was a hippie and a drug addict. Then he answered, “Nothing is wrong with me. I don’t consider myself God; I consider myself God’s lion and God’s dog. When I stand before a person like you, I feel that I am God’s roaring lion. When I stand in front of my devoted disciples, I feel that I am God’s faithful dog.”
At six o’clock the Master got another call. This time it was from a young, arrogant disciple of his, who said to the Master, “What right have you to talk about marriage? My wife and I got married long before we came to your path. You have no right to break up a happy marriage.”
The Master replied, “True, I have no right to break up a happy marriage, but I have every right to break up your loveless, heartless, baleful and baneful marriage. For that is what your souls want and that is what God wants.” Then he hung up on the disciple.
The telephone disturbed him again at seven o’clock. A young girl disciple said to him, “Master, please do me a favour. I really want to marry Roger. I desperately need him. Please tell him to marry me.”
The Master said, “Have you asked Roger whether he needs you desperately as well?”
“I asked him,” the young girl replied, “but he said that the one he needs desperately is you and not me. What am I going to do?”
“My child, please be just,” the Master said. “Since he needs me desperately and I also need him, please allow me to have him. Since we want each other, we deserve to get each other. And if you want to please him, then try to please me. For that will please him most.”
At eight o’clock the telephone rang again. An elderly lady said to the Master, “How dare you ask my daughter to marry a Jew! We are all staunch Catholics. You are simply throwing my daughter to the dogs! It is like asking me to give a pound of flesh right from my chest! You are the Shylock of the twentieth century!”
The Master replied, “True, I am the Shylock of the twentieth century, but where is the Portia of the twentieth century to save you?”
At nine o’clock the Master got another call. An elderly man said, “You unthinkable, incredible impostor! How dare you ask my son to marry a Christian girl! I tell you, even your Jesus Christ would not approve of this match. For my sake, for Christ’s sake, stop this marriage! If you don’t, you will definitely go to hell!”
The Master said, “I am so happy to hear that you are ready to send me to hell. I wish to go there immediately, for the place I am living in now is infinitely worse than hell!”
At ten o’clock the telephone rang again. This time the Master did not answer it. When it stopped ringing, he immediately called the telephone company and asked them to remove the telephone from his house.One day some of his former first class disciples, who had fallen to fourth class, went to the Yogi and most fervently asked him a few questions. Their first question was, “How is it possible for us to descend from the peak? Is it due to our mistakes or are you just sick of us since you always seem to favour new life and new inspiration?”
The Yogi said, “No, I am not sick of you people. Had I been sick of you, I would have asked you to leave my ashram. And I am not fonder of the new. I am fond of the eternal, which is everlastingly new."
Then the fallen disciples asked the Yogi, “Is it true in your case that familiarity breeds contempt? Since we have been close to you for a long time, is it possible that you no longer find us charming, inspiring or encouraging?”
The Yogi said, “No, you are wrong. In the ordinary human way, familiarity breeds contempt. But in the case of a spiritual Master and his disciples, it is through familiarity that the Master carries his disciples to the highest height. It is through familiarity, the Master feels, that one day the chosen disciples will become totally part and parcel of his realisation and manifestation.”
Then the disciples asked another question. “Is it possible for the Master to smile outwardly at a disciple but inwardly to have no feeling for him?”
The Master said, “No! If the Master smiles that means he still has compassion for the particular disciple.”
“Is it possible,” they asked, “for a sixth class disciple to come up to first class?” The Master said, “It is quite possible. As with a ladder or a tree, you can climb up and you can fall down. But you must remember that climbing up the tree or the ladder is infinitely more difficult than falling down. ”
Then the disciples asked, “Will this always happen in the same way? Now we are washed away by other disciples. Will those disciples one day be washed away too?”
The Master said, “Why not? If they misbehave, if they disappoint me as you have done, naturally they will also be washed away. I am walking along the eternal path. People who become tired on the way leave me. We walk together for a while, and when they are tired either they leave me or they begin to descend the ladder. Then they travel very slowly.”
“What compels us,” asked the disciples, “to descend?”
“Insecurity, jealousy, fear, doubt and self-indulgence,” the Yogi replied.
“And what can take us back to our original status?” they asked “What will enable us to travel with you again at the fastest speed?”
The Yogi said, “Constant gratitude to the Master for having accepted you as his disciples and for allowing you to remain his disciples will give you this capacity. Even if the Master does not give you anything — not even an iota of Peace, Light or Bliss — even then his very acceptance of you is something vast, infinite and fulfilling. If you take it in this way then you can come back to your previous standard.”
The disciples asked another question: “Master, you had some very close disciples who have left you. How is it that they now seem quite happy? When they were close to you they were unhappy. Why were they unhappy?”
The Master said, “Although they were my close disciples, jealousy did not leave them. Fear, doubt, insecurity, anxieties, worries did not leave them. That is why they were unhappy.”
“Then why did you make them first class disciples in the first place?” asked the fallen disciples.
The Master said, “It is a matter of standard. First class disciples have insecurity, jealousy, fear and doubt, but in comparison to other disciples it is much less. In spite of their imperfections, they are wholeheartedly and implicitly ready to follow my path. Whereas others who have these imperfections are not fully ready to follow the path. The first class disciples are fully aware of their imperfections, but they know that these difficulties must one day be overcome. But in the case of the disciples who left me, their undivine qualities overcame them before they could overcome these qualities.”
“Do you consider it a failure, an utter failure for you, that people who have received so much concern, blessing, love and attention from you have now deserted you?” the disciples continued.
The Master said, “Who has deserted whom? If you say that they have deserted me, on the physical plane you are right. But on the spiritual plane I am sorry to tell you that peace has deserted them, divine fulfilment has deserted them. What you call their happiness or what you take to be their happiness is only a sham. It is not real happiness. When their soul’s come to the fore, they feel a barren dessert in their hearts. Inwardly they burst into tears at every moment, feeling what they were and what they are now, what they had and what they have now. Previously they tried to play the role of sincerity, but now they are playing the role of self-deception.”
Then the disciples asked their last question: “Do these close disciples who leave you hurt your mission in any way?”
The Yogi said, “To a very limited extent. Nobody can destroy the divine manifestation of a spiritual Master, but if some close disciples who have been with the Master for many, many years leave him, then they delay his manifestation. When they were like a tiny seed, the Master sowed them. When the seed germinated, the Master nourished them and cared for them until the tiny plant began to grow into a tree which could nourish and shelter others. But if then the tree collapses through ignorance, or if the tree is struck down before it can fully mature, naturally it is a loss. But luckily the Master has the capacity to sow another seed and hopefully this new seed will germinate well and finally grow into a giant banyan tree.
“The divine mission can never be destroyed. If the chosen instruments fail, if they disappoint the Master, this only delays the victory. But the ultimate victory is bound to come. And who knows but that the new instruments will perhaps offer more shelter, more peace, more love, more consolation, more light to the world at large than the others would have. There is no defeat, no failure; only temporary setbacks. The ultimate victory is bound to dawn.”Death, may I come in?
“No, definitely not!You are a shameless liar;
You are a worthless coward,An impossible creature!
“Hundreds of times
You have begged of meTo allow you
To enter into my lifeless hall,And I have given you
My immediate permission.Yet you have invited fear
To capture your heart.“No more opportunity
Shall be given to you.With you I shall not share
My nectar-pleasureAnd my silence-treasure,
Never!” ```Death, I do not deny
That I have badly disappointed you.I have been delaying and delaying my arrival.
But you can easily forgive meBecause my mother,
My father, my brother,My sister and many
Bosom friends of mineCommitted suicide.
They came to you;They entered into your hall
Long before they were due.I am sure their early arrival
Can stand against my late arrival."You fool, they came in
Before I invited them.They are unpardonable intruders.
Never do I forgive the intruders,Nor does God forgive the life-takers.
I have thrown the members of your familyAnd your friends
Into the lowest hell,Far beyond your imagination’s flight.
Ceaseless tortureHas embraced them.”
"I give you my first and last
Piece of advice:Never take your life away,
Never!""Although in your case the time has
already expired,And in spite of my immediate need
And demand for your presence,I am ready to wait for you
Indefinitely." ```Death, where are my
Divine brothers,Sri Krishna and the Christ?
Do you know anythingAbout them?
Did they enjoy your company?Did you enjoy their company?
"I hate your divine brothers.
They did not say a wordIn my favour
On earth.They spoke only of Eternal Life,
My eternal enemy.But my big heart forgave them;
I immediately showed themThe way to the highest Heaven.
I must say thatGratitude did not altogether
Desert your divine brothers.The pride of the East
And the pride of the WestBoth garlanded me
Before they left meFor their Father.
Needless to say,Their Father and my Father
Are eternally oneAnd supremely inseparable."
```Death, why do you live?
“I live because
Your human life needs divine rest,Your human life deserves supreme rest
After you have foughtThe battlefield of life.”
Death, when will you die?
“I shall die
The momentBondage and ignorance
Forget your lifeAnd the life of the Earth.”
```Death, tell me
Something about you, please."I shall tell you
The most important thingAbout me.
I love God because He is supremely great.I love man because he is hopelessly helpless.”
```AUM 1078. To be continued next issue↩
By knowing the future I gain something.
By living the present I gain everything.My sincerity tells me that my God loves me.
My purity tells me that my God cherishes me.This Master had a small ashram at the foot of the Himalayas. There were ten or twelve disciples living there. One of them was extremely beautiful. Perhaps he was the most beautiful young man on earth. His beauty was overwhelming. The Master could not bear to see it go to waste and he often wondered how he could put it to good use.
One day a brilliant idea struck the Master’s mind. He thought that he would be able to play a trick on all the sincere and insincere seekers in the countryside and make a lot of money. So the Master proclaimed that he would be able to show God to anyone, regardless of how many years or how many months or how many days that person had practised Yoga. He claimed that he could show the Face of God to anyone on one condition, of course: that the seeker would pay a rather large sum of money in advance. The fee he settled upon was one hundred rupees.
Every evening the Master showed ‘God’ to those seekers who were able to pay the fee. What he did was this: in a dark room he had his most beautiful disciple, arrayed in gorgeous attire, stand behind a screen. One person at a time entered the darkened room. Then the Master chanted “Aum” a few times and “Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva” a few times. Then the Master lit a very dim light and the disciple stepped out from behind the screen. There in the flickering candlelight, surrounded by flowers and burning incense, about twenty feet away, they saw a being so beautiful that they did not doubt that it was the living Presence of God. The unimaginable beauty of the young man convinced everyone. This deception went on for many months and the Master accumulated a large fortune. Every day twenty or thirty people came to see ‘God’ face to face and from each person the Master himself collected one hundred rupees. The Master gave the disciples who helped him arrange everything a very small amount of money to keep them quiet. And they believed that their Master knew what he was doing, which he did indeed.
“The Master knows what is best,” the disciples always said. “If he deceives people, what does it matter? They are fools to think that they can see God without following the spiritual life. We should maintain faith in our Master.” This was their conclusion.
The disciple who posed as God naturally got a little more money than the other disciples. The other disciples helped the Master create the proper atmosphere, but of course the beautiful disciple was the indispensable one.
After almost two years had gone by, the false ‘God’ became a little bit conscience-stricken. “How long am I going to deceive the world?” he asked himself. “I am not making any spiritual progress or even any worldly progress. I am only making my Master rich. Since my spiritual life is a failure, let me take some money from my Master and go away from here.”
The next day he went to the Master and said, “I don’t want to deceive the world any more. Please give me some money and let me go away.”
The Master said, “Money? Why should I give you money? You will take away my little savings and leave me here to starve. You ungrateful creature! After all the things I have done for you! After all the money I have lavished upon you!”
The disciple replied, “And where did this money come from? It came from me, from my beauty.”
“No, it is my occult power that brings people and it is my occult power that makes people see in you the Presence of God. It is all my occult power.”
The disciple did not believe it. “All right,” he said, “if it is your occult power that makes others see God in me, then use your occult power to make them see God in somebody else. Meanwhile, I shall walk around the countryside and show myself to everybody and they will see how badly they have been deceived by you.”
The Master said, “No! You must leave here. You must go very far away!”
“I will leave,” said the disciple. “If you give me a large amount of money, I will go away peacefully and quietly. If not, I will expose you.”
“No! You must go away immediately!” the Master shouted. “And I will not give you a single rupee!”
“Then I am going to stay around here and tell people what you have done. You are a fake and I was a fool. Now I know and I will expose you to the world. If you don’t give me two thousand rupees, you will soon lose everything,”
“Don’t threaten me,” said the Master. “Tonight I shall use my occult power and make you leave here tomorrow morning.”
The disciple laughed. “All right, you use your occult power. In three days if you cannot get rid of me, then you will be ruined.”
The next morning arrived and nothing happened. The Master could do nothing with his occult power. Reluctantly, the Master said, “I am ready to give you one hundred rupees.”
“No,” said the disciple. “I have changed my mind. You have to give me at least four thousand rupees. If you don’t, I will tell the world about your deception. I am not God. God knows how many incarnations it will take me to see God, now that I have become such a rogue by mixing with you. I have delayed my own spiritual progress by mixing with a fake like you.”
The Master grew furious again. “Don’t call me a fake! Get out of my ashram! Get out! If you don’t get out today, I will use all my occult power tonight and destroy you!”
“Destroy me,” said the disciple nonchalantly. Nothing happened that night. The following day the disciple went to the Master and said, “Master, be sincere at least once in your life. You have no occult power. Admit it. Confess that you have nothing and that you have deceived the world badly. God will forgive you, I am sure. But I will not forgive you. I have wasted my time with you for six or seven years. Now please give me the four thousand rupees and I will go away peacefully, without telling anybody about your deception.”
Then the Master said. “I can make you leave this place immediately. Come here. I have something to tell you.”
“There is nothing you can tell me that will compel me to leave. If I want to leave, I will leave, but I want money from you first. If you do not give it to me, I will not leave this place.”
But the Master insisted, “Come here, come here, I have to tell you something.”
The disciple finally came and the Master whispered something in his ear.
The disciple turned pale and began to tremble. “Inhuman! My mother! Unthinkable! Unbearable! How foul your tongue is! I can’t stand the sight of you! Keep your money, you rogue, you scoundrel. I can tolerate anything in this world, but how can a son hear such bad things about his mother from a spiritual Master? You came into the world with an unbearable nature, unbearable character, unbearable life, but of all your unthinkable, unbearable, undivine qualities, the worst, absolutely the worst, is your tongue. I leave you! I leave you for good. Your occult power could not destroy me, but your evil tongue-power has literally destroyed me. My mother, the soul of beauty, the soul of purity, the soul of love, the soul of compassion, Mother of everything, I am returning to you — my mother, my all.”
With these words, the disciple left the Master’s ashram and was never seen in the vicinity again. But the Master was soon seen in the vicinity and, in fact, all over India sporting flashy clothes and expensive jewelry, cruising up and down the coast in a luxurious yacht and speeding around the countryside in a custom-made sports car. The money that the Master did not immediately lavish on material possessions, he invested in a prosperous steel factory. And so he lived comfortably to a ripe old age, supported by the ignorance of thousands of lazy, idle and curious seekers who were ready to do anything for their God-realisation except work for it./Amar jiban tomar swapan lagi/
/Ogo asimer nirabata//Ogo dyuloker amarata/
/Eso eso eso e hiya rayechhe jagi//Translation/
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My world is for Your Feet.
My life is for Your Dream.O Silence of Infinity,
O Immortality of Heaven,Come, come, come.
This heart remains awake. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No.11,12, June-July, Vol. 9, No. 1, Aug. 1973, AUM Press, 1973
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