Harismruti: September 2010

The Man of God - Realization

Upon the throne of my heart

I have installed You a Lord

I have lit the lamp of love

And dedicated my all to You

What more can I offer, my Lord?

He who has realized the vision of the form of Shree Swaminarayan Bhagwan is the only person who has firmly established himself in the extreme selfless devotion i.e. divine love. Such devotees remain extremely engaged in singing about the merits of God at all times. The self becomes free from the cycle of births and deaths because of deep love at the divine feet of God. And passes his life with great spirit in meditation, devotion and worship of the divine form of God.

For getting something one has to give up something. This is the rule of this world. When the self-consciousness is given up, supreme-consciousness is attained. When the diver dives far deep in the ocean, at the bottom, then only he gets the valuable pearls. Challenging death he plunges into the ocean. Similarly, if one wants to realize God, he should be raised above the three bodies: gross, subtle and casual and establish himself firmly within himself and then meditate upon the form of Shreeji Maharaj, then only he would have the realization of the form of God.

He whose mind and senses are unsteady cannot have the self steadfast. As long as the self does not become steady, the realization of the form of God cannot be had in the self. So, the path of meditation does not become smooth for one whose mind is agitated by many types of thoughts and doubts and the self is surrounded by the snares of internal activities.

The body and Maya who are under the influence of Prakriti (Cosmic power) and Purusha (Cosmic-consciousness), in the ultimate analysis are an illusory cover, creating illusion about Truth. Neither the sunlight nor the shadow remain for ever. This body and all the objects created out creation are transitory and sources of sufferings. The only one that bestows bliss and is eternal, is the form of Shree Swaminarayan Bhagwan. He, who keeps his face towards the Form of Bhagwan Shree Sahajanand Swami, should be taken as having reached all divine states.

The man of God-realization,

With joy sings merits of God.

Making love with Supreme Lord,

He never enters worldly life.

He who follows the diver’s path,

First knows the path of death,

And then he gets the pearls.

In the fast flowing waters,

No reflection is seen.

Same way the self falters,

Till Brahman doesn’t shine.

Like the shadows and the hot sun,

The body and Maya are fraud.

In Gurumukhi says Muktanand

All states are enshrined.

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Tryst with Tiger

The sun was preparing to take the final deep on the western horizon. The head priest, Mahant approached the main gate of the rampart. It was now time to close the gate to keep away the entry of ferocious animals into the compound. Looking back he made sure that all milch-cattle were inside. When he cast a last look outside the gate, his heart throbbed like a pounding machine. He couldn't believe his eyes.

About 200 meters away a Youth with loin-cloth was spreading his deer-hyde on a raised platform around a huge tree. The fury of the winter-wind had silenced all the sounds. The Mahant just rushed to that Boy, Who seemed to be in His adolescence. He caught the young Boy with his hand and said: "Come on, good Boy. This is the place for tiger to sit at night, not for men. There is dense jungle all around and the tigers are teeming here. Come on, before I close the gate."

The Boy freed his hand and said: "God has created the tiger. Why should they kill Me? They are My friends. And suppose death is My destiny, do you think your rampart can save Me from the clutches of death?"

"But I can't leave You to be killed like that," said the Mahant.

"And I too can't allow you to be killed by tiger. So rush back to the convent in the rampart and close the gate and leave Me to Myself."

"By the way, may I know Your name?"

"I have no name and I have innumerable names but at present I am known as Nilkanth Varni."

At this time a tiger roared from a distance and Nilkanth Varni pushed the Mahant and said: "Fly if you can, the tiger is on the way!”

And the Mahant, with closed fists ran into the convent after closing the gate of the rampart.

It was a full-moon night like that of December. The cold was more cruel than the teeth of a demon.

Night was sleepless for the Mahant. The window of his room was just opposite the place, where Nilkanth Varni was sitting under the tree. The Mahant saw that a tiger came near Nilkanth Varni Who welcomed him with loving words. The tiger rolled at the feet of Nilkanth Varni. Nilkanth Varni moved His loving hands on his back and he growled with love. Then Nilkanth Varni kept His head on the tiger's back and slept. Tremors quaked the body of the Mahant. He thought that the Boy must be a ghost or well-versed in black magic or else who would dare risk life thus? Sleep betrayed him and he kept awake all the night. In the first ray of the dawn he saw Nilkanth Varni giving a loving farewell to the tiger!

When the tiger left, he went to Nilkanth Varni and said: "If you stay here, I will bequeath my convent with all the treasures to You and appoint You my heir to the Gadi."

Shree Hari Said: "All the convents and all the treasures belong to Me. I am richer than the richest. I am the monarch of all I survey. However, o Mahant, I thank you for all your noble feelings for Me."

Shree Nilkanth Varni left singing ……

My kingdom has no horizons,

My power has no bars.

My entry has no fence around,

My home is above the stars.

He knows Me who worships Me,

With actions, thoughts and speech.

I love such persons as My dearest,

Who are in virtues rich.

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