Maharajji’s Unending Mercy Toward His Chosen Devotees ॐ ♥ - TopicsExpress



          

Maharajji’s Unending Mercy Toward His Chosen Devotees ॐ ♥ राम राम ♥ ॐ Many persons had heard that Babaji was a great saint and so were interested and enthusiastic to meet him. There were certain things that were very striking about Babaji and some people were disappointed when they saw him acting like a common householder. He would go on talking with all and sundry about family or work or business—only worldly things—not of God or prayer or worship. They felt that a sadhu who was busy with common mans talk, without the saints hallmark or saffron clothes, matted locks and all that, could not be a real sadhu. Babaji was fully aware of this and told me several times that many persons came to test him, not out of devotion for a saint. He did this deliberately to keep away curious sightseers. There was something unique about him which was not displayed like the robe worn by the sadhu. One who came with patience and an open mind—without any set ideas about sadhus or saints—might catch a glimpse of it, but that depended on Babaji. A devotee could not claim this as a right; it was a gift from Babaji. *** Many persons have felt that Babajis methods of making and remaking the lives of his devotees were often very hard and sometimes appeared to lack mercy. This, of course, was not true. The whole basis of his work was nothing but mercy—kripa for the helpless and forsaken one. He knows where, when, and how much mercy is to be used in the job. A murti may be made from clay, wood or stone. The work of the clay modeler is done with soft and delicate touches of his hand. When it comes to the sculptor working with stone, he has to take up the chisel and hammer. They are both merciful in their jobs, but the mercy has to work in different ways. Babaji knew this very well; we can see it in his work at different places and with different materials. Emptying and cleaning are considered essential in the making of a vessel suitable for holding sacred water. The processes differ from one another according to the state of the vessel. One might be comparatively clean and soft and simple methods will be enough. Hard treatment is necessary when the vessel has been used for well or pond water and sediments had been deposited; impurities had turned into crusts and clots. The impurities have to be taken out to make the vessel worthy of the sacred water. The task is not simple. Babaji knew it and did it with full consciousness. The cost for the unavoidable surgical operation had to be paid in pain. In Babajis method of dealing with us, there is no partiality or favoritism for anyone. The beads in the rosary differ from one another in their size, shape, and color, but the same unseen string passes through them all. Can we accuse the string of partiality because one bead has come first, another in the middle, and a third one in the end? *** Those who saw or knew the murtis only, but not the craftsman, saw each as distinct and separate from each other. But for those who had met the craftsman from whose hands the murtis came, and had seen him at work, they were not distinct. All the murtis were the products of the same master hand. The unique underlying qualities could not be traced by judging one or two of them at random, but when you took them as a whole, you could find the missing link. The predominant thing was that every one was perfect and complete in itself. This remark does not refer to all and sundry who came to Baba for darshan, but only to those [devotees] whom he had chosen for special treatment. Their number is small as far as we know. There was not any major difference in nature between [such devotees] when they came out of the master craftsmans workshop. They were first emptied of all unwarranted and spurious things, and then cleaned and purified. These processes were different for each, but when complete, each newly filled vessel was filled with the sacred water … there was unity in their separation—the unity of the separate flowers in the same garland. The flowers were different, but the florist was the same for all of them. - from Sudhir [Dada] Mukerjee, “The Near and The Dear,” pp. 4-5; 81; 101-102.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 10:03:21 +0000

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