Saturday, October 31, 2009

Full Text of Swami's Divine Discourse on 29th October 2009 in Hadshi


In the Land of Bharat, tolerance and forbearance constitute the real beauty. What is the nectarine feeling more than the feeling towards one own mother?.

How much ever you may learn, still there remains knowledge which is infinite and there is always more to learn.

Bharat is the most sacred land – a land of Divinity. Everyone born in this holy land Bharat have done a lot of meritorious deeds in their past lives.

What is the purpose of this human life? Human life is gifted to earn God’s grace. The person who receives God’s grace in abundance can bring transformation in society.
The modern society is full of anxiety and restlessness. Wherever you go, whatever you encounter, you only find misery.

We have witnessed several natural calamities recently. The calamities we are passing through have nothing to do with God. It is because of man’s own mistakes and his own makings. God teaches only Dharma (righteousness) . He never wants you to walk the path of Adharma (unrighteousness) .

We cannot escape from reflection, reaction and resound. Therefore we should know that God is one. We give many names to the One and the same God. All are one. Therefore, in the whole world, only one is in existence. This is same consciousness in all beings. Ekam Sath, Bahuda Vipraha Bhavanti.

In fact we feel we are miserable. If you ask yourself, you will know that the misery is of your own making. It has nothing to do with God. Therefore, never think that everything is given by God. Everything comes back to us because of our own thought process. It is only God which confers bliss to all of us, that is not dual, that is ethereal, and one without a second.

If we make deep enquiries into our Vedanta, God gives us nothing. Pain or pleasure is of our own making. We are mistaken if we think that someone else is responsible for our pain or pleasure.

Help Ever, Hurt Never. Love All. Have faith in everyone.

There is no human being without love. Even beasts, birds, animals and insects have love. This love is experienced even in the smallest of creatures. We should have deep conviction that God is present in everyone in the form of the Atma – consciousness.

You are not hating yourself, you are hating God when you hate others. Every human being is like a mirror. In the mirror, you find a reflection of yourself. In many mirrors, you see many reflections of yourself. Reflection. Reaction. Resound.

You are accusing yourself, blaming yourself. Therefore, whoever you come across, have deep faith that they are all God’s forms. Man fails to understand this truth. It is not proper on our path to make fun of anyone or hate anyone. Love is the only royal path that takes you closer to God.

Therefore all noble souls merged in God because of their incessant love for God. Sakkubai went on repeating “Ranga, Ranga, Ranga”. Everybody made fun of her and her husband persecuted her. Ultimately, she merged in God. She always said “I am not different from Ranga”. In all three states of awareness, she thought of Ranga only.

An atheist in Tamil Nadu used to take the idol of Vinayaka and beat Him with slippers. Karunanidhi used to enjoy this act. But Karunanidhi now declares that Sathya Sai is God. It’s quite likely that we commit mistakes out of ignorance. Then we repent. But you have to make amends for your mistakes. True repentence gives us atonement for our sins.
Karunanidhi’s son Stalin believes in God. He comes to Puttaparthi and shares his experience with others when he goes to Delhi.

It is only God who speaks, walks, listens to every activity.

We go by name and form. We may call it snake or scorpion. God is in every creature. God has given skills to different creatures to protect themselves. The scorpion stings in self defence and not with an intention to hurt. In a dense forest, a lion hurts only if hurt. Reaction, reflection, resound.

Bad actions lead to bad results. So do good. All that you face are consequences of our thought process. Our thoughts should be pure. A human being should have human values. Today, human beings are treated like dogs. Therefore all defects and mistakes lie with man. Reaction, reflection and resound.

Therefore, it is absolutely necessary that we correct our own mistakes and do not search for mistakes in others.

People made fun of those involved in the rescue of flood victims. In the same way, the whole community made fun of Sakkubai who kept chanting the name of Krishna. They were finally taught a lesson by Krishna. God is an ocean of love. Out of gross injustice and utter ignorance, we don’t understand ourselves and we blame God. The good or bad that we face is the consequence of our own doing. So we have to correct ourselves within.

The Christians believe in ‘I’. Cut the ‘I’ and it becomes a cross. The ego has to be killed. Once we get rid of this ego, then we can realise the real self. Man today is knowledgeable in all aspects of life. He is conquering space, prepared to count stars. But he fails in simple things. Love is the undercurrent of everything.

There are different kinds of sweets, but the sugar is one. The Upanishads say that whomsoever you salute, it reaches God. God is the one, who gives you everything. Understand your own mind. Realise your own mistake.

Help Ever. Hurt Never. He is a true man who knows this fundamental truth, who has morality and character. If you understand this, you will not put anyone to suffering. Recognise unity in diversity. God is only one – Atma – consciousness, has no name or form. It is the spirit or consciousness which permeates all beings. Several lights exist, but current is one.

We may undertake several spiritual activities but it all comes back to oneness. If you understand the oneness, you will have peace and bliss. You are Atma – the only one – the eternal one. God is only one – never think that He is many. When we face difficulties, we chant many names. But when we don’t have any problems in life, we don’t think of God. We should cling on to ‘Soham’. The name given to everyone at the time of birth is ‘Soham’. We will redeem our lives, working for liberation, if we know the Divine principle and Divine nature.

Many people speak of Swami differently. It is their imagination. Bhagawan has no imagination at all. All imagination should be dispensed.

Politicians know nothing. If they know the truth, the nation will be a better place. Do not follow politics. There is no relation between what the politician says and what he does.

If anybody does good, follow it. This is the message of Baba to all of us today. The whole world should be happy. Let all the beings be happy. You will acquire this bliss through love. We say ‘Peace, peace, peace’. Where is this peace ? Only pieces.

Bhagawan is happy and blesses all those gathered here.

Om Sai Ram

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sai Spiritual Showers - Issue 1/11


The phone rang.

“Hello, Joel, this is Gould. What is this, I hear, about your going to India?"

“Yes, Gould, it is true. I'm going to visit God.”

“What do you mean, you’re going to visit God?”

My thoughts flashed: Go easy; you have a real heathen on the phone; in 20 minutes, all your friends will hear about this and donate a strait-jacket to you.

“O, nothing, Gould. How are things going for you?”

His reply was no surprise.

“Terrible Joel, everything is going wrong! Speaking of God, I was brought up as a Catholic, and it is strange, but, when I used to go to church and pray, things went much better for me!"

This really shocked me. The playboy of Los Angeles talking about God! I never expected to hear these words from his mouth. As his voice wandered off into the distance, I was thinking, 'may be I should tell him about this book and see what he thinks about it'. His voice penetrated my ear-drums once again.

“Why are you going to India, Joel?"

“Well, Gould, I just read a book about a man who claims he is God. He materialises things.”

Quickly 'I thought, I better give him some more examples, knowing how materialistic Americans are. So, I gave some examples. There was silence on the phone, as I waited for his reply.'

"Well, Joel. You have been everywhere else in the world, and met almost any one of any importance; why not God?"

I felt he was trying to be polite, to avoid the, subject.

"Joel! If he can do all these things, what are you going to ask for, when you get there?"

"Gould, there is nothing I need, materially. May be, I'll ask him for a rainbow over India! At least, it will give some people something beautiful to look at…. Gould. I want you to understand one thing—I’m not a great believer in God. I certainly don’t believe in these Voodoo type of Indian Characters."

That morning, I called a friend of mine S. J. who has been like a father to me. I felt he has a sound and stable approach to most things and may be he could clarify my conflict. We met for lunch at a restaurant. After the usual banter, I told him about the books (Schulman's and Murphet's) and my impending visit to India.

I was astonished, when he said, "Why not go? It should be quite an experience."

As we were saying good-bye to each other, and started going our separate ways, S. J. smiled and said, "Write to me; I’ll be interested in what you find; and, if he is what he claims to be, may be he can solve my problems".

"I will, S. J! I'll write to you. Take good care of yourself, till I return".

As I started to walk towards my car, his voice interrupted my direction.

"What are you going to ask for?"

I turned and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know, S. J.! I think I'll ask for a Rain bow."

I could hear his voice laugh, over the noise of city traffic, as he replied.

"If you are going to ask for some thing as big as that, you might as well ask for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

We waved at each other, as I climbed my car and drove off.
(to be continued...)

Sai Spiritual Showers - Issue 4/10



We resolved to spend the rest of our life in the hallowed sanctuary, Prasanthi Nilayam. The atmosphere was inviting, vibrant with fraternity; felicity, charity and love, unfolding and enfolding. We were glad we had sailed into its calmness and coolness and we decided to drop anchor there. We were only about fifty residents and at the Bhajan sessions in the mornings and evenings, about twenty visitors joined us. On some days, the headmen of the villages around came, with a few farmers to lay before Baba local conflicts for solution, or seek His blessings for ventures in cultivating commercial crops; they led newly bought bullocks so that His Blessings could endow them long life and sound health.
During those years, Baba came down from His room on the first floor usually about four in the evening. It had become quite an unchanging schedule. There were eight tenements on the right of the building, five on the left and a row of six single rooms at the back. These latter were so close to the Mandir that the kitchen smells were wafted into the Bhajan Hall when the wind turned mischievous.
Baba would stand still for a while on coming down, keeping us wondering whither His steps would turn. But, He made up his mind pretty quick whom to bless first. O! How happy He made us! He would enter every home and spend a few enlivening minutes with the occupants. Every noon, we prepared the house for receiving Him. We swept and scrubbed, washed and dusted. Designs were drawn on the floor, greens were hung across the door. There was a chair for Him in every house, artistic and comfortable, placed on a carpet with a low footstool in position. The metal lamp in the tiny altar occupying a niche on the wall or a corner of the only room, was lit and kept merrily burning. Everyone watched without winking for the orange robe and the crown of hair, though He seldom missed a house while on His mercy march, and though one could be certain of His visit to one's place immediately after His leaving the adjacent house.
Ah! That was a knock at our own kitchen door. It is He! He enters our home through that door, with a song designed to sweep our gloom away-a song composed five centuries ago in the Kannada language, so dear to our ears, by Saint Purandaradasa. It began, "Do not doubt the Lord.” The assurance was an admonition.
Another day, Baba ventured into the backyard of the very first tenement of 'Brindavan' and while we were peering into the northern distance to spot him the moment He emerged from the front door of that house and get busy ourselves, he managed to get through their backdoor and walk unnoticed along a narrow gap between numbers six and seven, and slide behind poor innocent me from the south end. He closed my eyes with a quick placement of His palms, in order to grant me the sweetest of surprises. When He asked me, "Tell who?" my reply was a cascade of tears. Childish? Blind man’s Buff, between a thirty and a sixty? Yes, His form was of the evening of youth; but the content was a child, the Child that has come to chide and change, the Child that has come to reveal the hypocrisy of homosapiens and make mankind aware of the humbug he is hugging firm.
This Divine Child applies the balm of cool benediction, with its soothing palm, on our eyes, reddened by envy and blinded by anger. When He closes these eyes, the Inner Eye loses its blinkers; there is no division thereafter—only the vision of Him, who asks each one, all the time, "Tell who?" This child draws us to itself by spontaneous and spotless Love and by its untarnished authentic wisdom.
The human child sees itself as the centre of the universe and the world as an extension of its Being. This Divine Child knows that is so. The human child arrives without the label of a name; we stick one on its brow. Baba, the Divine Child, has announced, "I have no name; I respond to all names.” Baba has declared, "I have no place which I claim as my very own; I belong to all places. I am wherever I am wanted." Children are most concerned with the ‘now'. Baba reminds us ''The past is past. Do not turn back and look wistfully or wailingly on the road you have traversed already." Children do not see the world as fragmented by walls, Chinese, Berlinese, or erected just to tease. They are involved in everything and with everyone. They represent true innocence, love, forgiveness and fraternity. The child has no conceit or contempt of gender. This Divine Child affirms, "Among men, I am man; among women, I am woman. Among children, 1 am a child.” This statement is echoed in the Upanishads which describe God, “You are woman, you are man, you are girl, you are senile leaning on stick.” The human child delights to pour sand through its fingers. This child, I saw, grasped a handful of Chitravati sand; it became a book, the Bhagavad-Gita. Sand coagulated into beads when Baba jogged gleefully on the white beach at Cape Comorin where three seas lap the shore. This Divine Child sat on the seashore near Dwaraka and played with both hands on the sand. An eighteen inch golden idol of Krishna emerged! This Child inspires us to become children again, so that we may be ever with him.
to be continued...

Friday, October 23, 2009

KUCHING DEVOTEES' VISIT


A group of more than 30 devotees from Kuching center visited NED on 22 October 2009, led by Bro Yong Kong Why, VP of National SCA. Many SCA members of other centres in Penang were also present to join in the bhajans and prayers which began at 7.30pm.

It was a lovely evening charged with divine energy and beautiful bhajans. After arathi, Bro Robin of Kuching center shared a very inspiring presentation on the service activities carried out by their members.

The evening ended with a delicious vegetarian meal consisting of nasi briyani, curry puffs, jelly, nyonya kuih, and dessert drinks prepared by our own brothers and sisters.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Instructions for the Japa Mala

Instructions for the Japa Mala

JAPA / JAPAMALA




"... for a lady who had a large Japamala of seeds, Baba created a Japamala of matched pearls, and showed her how to use it :

The thumb, standing separate, may be taken to represent God. The first finger, representing the individual person, is joined to the thumb, to the Divine. The three remaining fingers represent the three gunas - the three modes of temperament, thought, and action observable in all people - the middle finger being the Sathwic guna (calm, pure, balanced nature). The Japamala is then drawn across the Sathwic finger by the thumb and the forefinger movement"

(John Hislop in My Baba and I, pg 219)


"The japamala teaches you the Unity, though it has 108 beads! If it is sphatika mala (crystal beads), you can see the string running in and through each bead, the inner reality on which all this is strung! If the beads are not transparent, you will still know that the string passes through, holds together, and is the basis for the mala to exist! Why 108 beads! 108 is the product when 12 is multiplied 9 times; 12 is the number of Adityas (the Sun), Luminaries that reveal the objective world... , 9 is the screen on which the pictures appear, the basis, the rope which deludes you as the snake in the dusk, Brahman, the Nameless, Formless, Eternal Absolute. Nine is the Brahman number, for it is always 9, however many times you multiply it! It is immutable, for 9 into any number adds up to 9 only. So when you turn the beads, impress upon yourself the fact that there is both truth and travesty in the world, that the travesty attracts, distracts and delights in deceiving you, diverts you into devious paths; the truth makes you free!

"Now about the beads : Before everything you must know the symbolism of the fingers. The thumb represents the Brahman, the eternal absolute, the immanent principle. The forefinger, the index one, which indicates this and that, you and other, is the Jivi, the individual, feeling separate and distinct. When these two are joined at the tip, held in that position, it is the Jnana mudra, the Gesture of Wisdom, for wisdom consists in the Jivi becoming One with the Brahman, the mergence of that which felt that it had emerged! The other three fingers represent Prakrithi, the Objective World, which is negated when the mergence is effected. They are the three Gunas, the Sathwic, the Rajasic and the Thamasic, that by their interplay create the phenomenal world.

"Hold the rosary over the middle finger, keeping the three Guna fingers together. This means that you are now transcending the world of attributes and qualities, of name and form, of multiplicity that is the consequence of all this transformation, and proceeding towards the knowledge of the Unity. The Jivi finger now slowly passes each bead towards the thumb (Brahman), touching the tip of the Brahman finger when the bead passes over, so that the mergence is emphasized with every bead and every breath, for while the fingers learn and teach the lesson, the tongue too repeats the mantra or the Name, with the Pranava. The japamala is very useful for beginners in Sadhana, but as you progress, japa must become the very breath of your life and so the rotation of beads becomes a superflous and cumbersome exercise in which you have no more interest... You should not be bound to it forever; it is only a contrivance to help concentration and systematic contemplation...

"Be regular in the beginning, in the hours you devote to Japa. On Sundays, when you have no worry of office or shopping, do more Japa until 9 in the morning. Do it with love and enthusiasm. It should become natural with you to do so."

(SSS Vol VII, Chap 9, Pg 36 - 38)


"There is no need for counting beads or sitting in meditation while your mind is preoccupied with worldly matters. The japa you have to perform is constantly to remind yourself of the Divine within you. This is the supreme message of the Vedas."

(SS Aug 1996, pg 213)



(Extract from 'A Compedium of the Teachings of Sri Sathya Sai Baba'
by Charlene Leslie-Chaden)

Monday, October 19, 2009

VEGETARIAN RECIPE - BRIYANI RICE


BRIYANI RICE


Ingredients A :
2 tsp ghee
1 x 9 cm long cinnamon stick
1 whole star anise
1 onion

(Ground together)
8 shallots
2 clove garlic
1 cm ginger

(mix with)
3/4 tsp tumeric powder
3/4 tsp chilli powder
3/4 tsp black peppercorn powder

Ingredients B :
1 tomato - quartered
1 stalk curry leaf
2 1/2 cups thin coconut milk
pinch of salt
1 1/2 cup Basmati rice (washed and drained)

(For garnishing)
1/4 cup raisin
1/4 cup fried cashew nuts
Tomatoes and cucumber slices

Method :

Heat ghee and fry ingredients A until aromatic. Add in ingredients B. Bring to boil, add in rice and stir well. Transfer rice to an electric cooker. Cook until rice is done. Fluff up rice, garnish with cashew nuts, cucumber, tomatoes slices.


(Contributed by Sis Annie Teh, SSBCNED, Penang)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Sai Spiritual Showers - Issue 3/10


"If you are interested in paranormal powers, you must absolutely get to know Sai Baba," a woman botanist told me, whom I had looked up in New Delhi, on account of the medical plants I had gathered in the course of my trip through Asia. She described to me miraculous events which she had witnessed herself, especially miraculous healings of lame persons, of persons born blind, affected with cancer and others who were gravely ill. I had been advised to request a meeting with the famous enigmatic miracle man, even before my departure for my year long study tour through Asia which I undertook together with my husband in our Volkswagen bus. Hardly had I set foot on Indian soil when again and again I met people who had experienced Sai Baba. He is said to be no 'normal saint', but a divine incarnation, possibly of Siva"

"During our stay at Bombay, we visited the lotus temple (Dharmakshetra) of Sai Baba. We arrived just at the time of the evening Puja. The white lotus flower, symbol of purity and spirituality, shone in the evening sun like a golden jewel. Before the clear evening sky and the distant gleaming sea, this temple seemed to lose its earthly heaviness and to transform itself into light and the radiance of the sun. I entered the interior of the temple in a 'lost-to the world' mood. In the flickering light of the candles and oil lamps, one could recognise an altar with the flower bedecked picture of the re incarnated Sai Baba on the right side, that of the Sai Baba of Shirdi on the left, and in front, a devout crowd of followers. The room was filled with spiritual songs and the sound of cymbals. It was an impressive ceremony.

Did the people who gathered there revere a Saint or a Divinity? The present Sai Baba is addressed as Bhagawan (God) and that is also what He calls Himself. As it is, He adds that every one is God, since the Godhead is active in each of us. He travels through the country preaching. He preaches of the love of God in man, of peace, tolerance, and the spiritualization of life. He sees His task in reconnecting men with God, in helping them in their needs and suffering. He is living completely in the service of humanity. I have met persons in India who revere Him as Christ returned to earth."

"I resolved not to leave India without meeting Sai Baba. But, this was easier said than done... Sai Baba is constantly on the move. Not even His closest circle of collaborators and devotees could give definite information on where the Master could be found at any given time, for how long He would be there, or what were His future travel plans...After having been three times in vain at Brindavan, Kadugodi, near Bangalore, I managed at last to speak to a professor of the Arts and Science College founded there by Sai Baba. ....He said, "The only chance you have to meet Swami is come back again—perhaps one day you will be lucky enough to be called by Him.” It took five months of efforts, coupled with many hardships, till we finally had that good fortune.

"There, at last! A slim figure, clad in yellow, slides out of the villa. The gates swing back. For one moment, Sai Baba remains at the gate. We have known Him for a long time from countless pictures... now, the small person starts moving—all concentrated energy and vitality, an impression no photograph can convey. People prostrate before Him; whoever is near enough kisses His feet and the hem of His robe. A biblical scene... Bhagawan jokes and laughs with some persons in the crowd as though they are old friends. Now there lies an atmosphere of relaxed cheerfulness over the scene. Once, Sai Baba cuts through the formation of visitors and makes His way to a lady who tends to Him a child which pulls faces and is obviously mentally disturbed. He caresses the child and seems to speak comforting words. Several times we observe how He produces Vibhuti by making a quick circling movement with His flat outstretched hand. Then He distribute s it to some petitioners. Now He is again standing in the midst of the crowd, calmly looking around. The visitors follow each of His movements like spell bound. Again, He shoots like an arrow toward a specific person, or, He moves hesitatingly in a circle.... After His tour among His devotees, Sai Baba proceeded up to the College building. The students listened spell bound to the words of their great Master. Just by the expressive gestures with which He underlined what He said, they had an absolutely convincing effect. Then, Sai Baba disappeared in the interior of the building, where He talked further with His students.”

"Next morning!... opening of the gates: the saffron robed slim figure between the reverently inclined visitors, who were grouped most densely around the tree with the idol of Krishna. Sai Baba jokes; accepts petitions, distributes Vibhuti, and even gives autographs today. The light is favourable; we are taking photographs and are filming somewhat with palpitations. After Sai Baba has once circled the tree with the Darshan craving crowd, He walks toward our VV Bus which is parked near by ....He asks in pure English if we have driven the 'many miles' from Germany to Whitefield in this car. And, He adds, "You come with me!"

"We follow Sai Baba into a small room. He takes His seat on a throne-like armchair covered with red velvet. Aside from us, a young Parsee and two young Indian couples from Bombay with a child each, are among the chosen. We squat in a half circle at the Master, separated according to sex... He nods at me and asks whether the unaccustomed way of squatting does not give me too much trouble; I should not hesitate to stretch my legs.”

"Then, Sai Baba asks us what we want. We pray that He should first consider the other visitors, since we were no `devotees' and had come only out of scientific interest in His much praised paranormal faculties. He cheerfully makes a play of words on 'saintist' and ‘scientist', emphasising that a scientist who only declares as true and valid what is calculable and ponderable, what can be fitted into the accepted so called 'natural laws' can never penetrate into the essence. The most important thing in the world is love. Without love, there is no meaningful existence. At these words, He again makes a movement in the air with His right hand, palm downwards; He now turns it upwards and hands me a small photograph with His picture, which He then dates and signs 'with Love'...

I have with me Murphet's book, “Sai Baba, Man of Miracles" and "PSI" by Ostrander / Schroeder. He holds the first in front of Him and says with a smile, 'Well. Well. Sai Baba—Sai Baba. The author is a good man." Then He turns over the leaves in the PSI book. I described PSI as a collective concept for everything paranormal and as an example, the apparition of Rosenheim and other psychokinetic cases, relating that the Soviets especially are engaged in the investigation of PSI.” …Sai Baba said, "Yes. Every one has these abilities and he can also increase them through training." …I said, “It is to be feared that these forces will be used for strategic purposes, political prestige, therefore for selfish and destructive aims. That is why I was interested in knowing whether all men possess these powers and whether they may be used for good or evil.”

He said in reply, "Whoever intends to bring about evil with His powers will reap evil. Whoever wishes to use them for himself will lose them. Those abilities are often limited to a certain time and a specific mode of operation. Especially, if they are practiced without piety.”...

"The atmosphere was refreshingly cheerful and pleasant. This meeting had nothing solemn or pathetic. His naturalness and high spirits were especially comforting. Once more He began to laugh—His clear and hearty laughter. Anyone may be cheerful who has within him the serenity of Divine Peace."...

After, about one hour's conversation (with the people who were in the room), Sai Baba withdrew to adjacent room with the American lady and the Professor. A volunteer brought us grapes. When the conversation in the adjacent room was over, Sai Baba took leave of us, with the request to visit Him again, "I am very happy that you came. Thank you very much.”

(The above article was culled from an English Translation by Leone Muller of New York of an article in German on "Sai Baba, Godman" by Dr. Sigrid Lechner Knecht of Federal Republic of Germany, published in the October and November issues of the ‘Esotera' magazine, republished in July 1976 issue of Sanathana Sarathi.)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Sai Spiritual Showers - Issue 2/10


It was October 1976. I happened to take out from the library a strange type of Telugu novel named `Prasanthi Nilayamu', in which most of the incidents and unravelling of plots happen in and around Prasanthi Nilayam, amidst the thousands of devoted pilgrims, so that the author gives vivid descriptions of the place. I was thrilled by these narratives and I realised that the holy place was only within 50 miles of Anantapur. I had a friend who used to visit that place and who was a devotee since fourteen years. I resorted to him, off and on, whenever I had a little time to spare, with a plea to tell me more and more of the place and Person who had rendered it internationally famous as the Centre of a world wide spiritual revolution. Later he came to my place every evening and spoke on his experiences, sometimes for three hours at a stretch. We listened with awe and reverence. He also gave us some Telugu books about Swami and I devoured them with avidity.

On the 1st day of January 1977, I had the first Darshan of Bhagawan. It was New Year Day for Christians, Vaikuntha Ekadasi for Hindus and Moharrum for the Muslims! So, the entire area was packed thick with men and women of all faiths from all parts of the world. I had in mind a great desire to ask Swami, one question that was haunting me, "Why is it, Swami, that Nature destroys in one sweep the crop that we ryots raise with so much love and care?" But, when the Darshan of Swami itself was so difficult, how could that question be presented to Him and an answer obtained?

That evening at 5 pm, Bhagawan addressed the gathering and moved along the line where I was seated, so that I could imprint Him on my heart. It was a great gift. Swami also referred to the sudden upsurges of natural forces, which, to man, appear as calamities. A speeding car cannot be suddenly stopped—for that would bring on disaster. Nature has to obey the laws laid down. Man performs his duties and carries out his professions with care but he forgets to pray to God in thankfulness for all the facilities and forces he is awarded. Thus my question was answered by Bhagavan and I was free from disappointment.

From that day to this, my crops have never suffered loss through the anger or indifference of Nature. In 1978, I was even awarded by the Government Agricultural Department the title of `the best farmer of the district'. The prize was a beautiful idol of Muralidhara—I firmly believe that Swami willed He should come to me in this form.

In January 1978, Swami appeared in a dream, and said, "Are you willing to go out of the country for four months for training in farming methods?" "I have no political leader to recommend me,” I replied. Swami replied, "You must know I am the one who confers boons on all created beings.”

In February 1978, my sister, absolutely on her own, sent me application forms and other necessary literature directing me to apply for being selected for foreign training. Her letter came to me on Shivaratri Day and I welcomed her proposal as a result of this co incidence. The officer who had to receive and forward it discouraged me and said, "This scheme has been there since 30 years. Almost all the influential farms of this District have tried. But no one has succeeded hitherto. Your application will certainly be rejected.” I sent a telegram to Swami that I had sent in my application with no sponsor, except He. I was called for an interview in May but until the 3rd May there was no news from Delhi. The month of June rolled by. So, I decided I could not be included. I inferred that the dreams where Baba appears and communicates are merely the fabrications of our own minds and that I should henceforth attach no importance for them . If Swami wanted to direct us to do something, He would order us, direct, not through dreams.

Who can describe my joy when on October 7th I got my order selecting me as one of the trainees and asking me to be ready to start for Houston, Texas, on the 21st October. Now, through Sai's Grace, I am writing this letter from 14,000 miles away from Prasanthi Nilayam, but with Sai right beside me. Faith and Patience are the two paisa, which, at Shirdi, Swami asked for from everyone. They can bring us direct rewards.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

DASARA DIVINE DISCOURSE 2009


RESPECT MOTHER – FIRST AND FOREMOST

Aeons ago, there was darkness everywhere. There were no human beings or any other creatures. It was pitch darkness all over. Then there was torrential rain for years together and, as a result of this deluge, oceans were formed and mountains arose. Gradually the stars appeared in the sky. The sun too shone and shed its rays on the earth. The oceans and the sky became blue. The colour blue is indicative of the vastness of oceans and the sky. God is also vast; hence He is portrayed as blue in appearance. Gradually forests and hills, insects and creatures, birds and beasts grew on the earth. Millions of creatures of different species as also humans started inhabiting the earth.

Once several years ago, I visited Anantapur. I was very young then. I stayed in the bungalow of the District collector. He came to Me and requested, “Swami! There are a number of deer here. Please take two of them along with You and keep them in Your Ashram.” The Prasanthi Nilayam building was not built yet. I brought those two deer and kept them in Bangalore first. Gradually, they multiplied into hundreds. There was not enough space for their movement there. Hence, they were shifted later to Prasanthi Nilayam and kept in a separate deer park. Thus, God’s creation multiplies day by day.

It is raining outside. I find some ladies getting drenched in the rain. You allow those ladies inside. The gents too! I am sorry that so many devotees on the ladies and gents side are standing in the rain to have the darshan of Swami and hear His discourse. No one can fathom the mystery of God’s actions.

When I was studying in the Middle school in Kamalapuram, a small town near Kadapa, a district headquarters in the present state of Andhra Pradesh, I was very young and short. A village fair used to be held on a grand scale every year in a place called Pushpagiri, which was located between Kamalapuram and Kadapa. One day the drill teacher in our school told us, “There will be a grand cattle fair in Pushpagiri next week. Several people from all over the district and neighbouring villages will come to participate in that fair. We have to send volunteers from our school to regulate the crowds and also do some service to them.”

The drill teacher was also our scoutmaster. He insisted that all the boys of our school participate in the scout camp and help the people visiting the fair. He particularly told Me, “Raju! You must be the leader of this scout camp.”

I protested saying, “Sir! They are all older in age than Me. How can I control those boys? I cannot.” Then all the boys and teachers unanimously supported the idea of My being the leader of the camp.

The next day our drill teacher called all the boys and instructed that all of us shall wear a khaki shirt and knickers, along with a leather belt and a whistle. He also insisted that each one of us should wear boots and carry a stick and a torchlight. How could I procure all these items? I did not have even a paisa in My pocket.

Two of My classmates by name Ramesh and Suresh and Myself used to sit on a three-seater bench in our classroom, the two boys on either side of Me. Ramesh was the son of a wealthy Sirasthadar (a revenue official). He was of the same height as I was. He went to his father and asked him, “Father! I like the khaki dress very much. Please get two pairs of khaki shirt and knicker stitched for me.” He did not however reveal the fact that he proposed to give the second pair to someone else.

The next day he brought one pair in a cloth bag and put it under My desk along with a small chit. He wrote, “Raju! You are my brother. If You don’t mind, please take this dress. Do not return it to me. If You do so, I will feel very bad and commit suicide.”

My policy is that I do not accept anything from anyone. I strongly felt that friendship between two people will not last long on the basis of give-and-take- relationship. I therefore returned the clothes with a note, “If you and I are to continue as good friends, take these clothes back.” Ramesh was literally in tears at My insistence. He took the clothes back, very reluctantly.

All the boys volunteering for the scout service were to start for Pushpagiri, the next day. It was a journey of eleven miles by walk, since no buses plied that route those days. The boys contributed five rupees each for meeting the expenses during the period, but I had no money, not even a paisa. I therefore thought of a plan. I used to keep My books always neat and tidy. In those days, very few boys were in a position to purchase new books when they were promoted to a higher class. Hence, they used to purchase secondhand textbooks at a reduced cost. A poor boy approached Me to buy My textbooks. There used to be a heavy syllabus even for lower classes in subjects like History, Geography, Civics, etc. The cost of My books totaled to eighteen rupees and My books looked like brand new ones. The boy was not in a position to pay that amount. Hence, I told him “Don’t feel sorry. Just pay Me five rupees and take the books.” The boy felt very happy and immediately paid the amount.

In those days, currency notes were rare, and he paid the entire amount in small coins packed in a piece of cloth. It was tied in an old cloth, which gave way unable to bear the weight of the coins. The coins were strewn all over the room, making a big sound. On hearing the sound, the lady of the house came there and asked, “Where did You get all this money? Did You steal from my trunk?” She began admonishing Me.

I explained to her, “No, mother! I sold My books to this boy. He gave Me the coins.” The poor boy witnessing this incident told her, “Mother! I gave those coins to Raju towards the cost of His books, which I purchased from Him.” The lady did not believe his words and punished him too. She took away all the coins and I was left with not even a paisa.

The boys participating in the scout camp were all rich and well-dressed. They came to My house to take Me along with them. In the circumstances in which I was placed at that time, I was not in a position to go along with them. If I tell them I am suffering from fever, they will bring a thermometer and read My temperature. If I tell them I am suffering from some ailment, they will take Me to a doctor and get Me examined by him. Hence, I told them, “I am suffering from stomachache. I cannot come with you today.”

The boys felt sorry and reluctantly left for the scout camp without Me. Thereafter, I started alone the same night in the moonlight. I walked and walked and reached Pushpagiri at daybreak. I was very much tired, having walked for eleven miles at a stretch. I was hungry and thirsty. I wanted to wash My hands and mouth and looked around for water. There was no water anywhere near. There was a masonry tank nearby in which water was stored for bathing cows and buffaloes. The water was very dirty. Feeling helpless, I washed My face with that dirty water itself and drank some to quench My thirst.

Then I noticed that someone had left behind a packet of beedies (country cigarettes) and a one anna coin on the tank there. The beedies were, of course, of no use to Me. Hence, I threw them away. I took the one anna coin and exchanged it for four smaller coins (bottu). As I was returning, I noticed a person sitting on the roadside playing cards spread over a cloth, inviting passersby to bet on the cards, shouting, “Club, Spade, Diamond, etc.” He invited Me, saying, “Raju! You are a lucky boy. Come, come! Bet some amount on any card of Your choice and I will give You double that amount, if You win.” No doubt it was a sort of gambling, but I was helpless at that time. I started putting one coin each on a different card at each time. Every time I was winning the bet and getting double the amount I put. I played the game till I could make sixteen annas. Then I decided that that was enough and left the game and returned with the money I already earned.

Since I was feeling hungry, I purchased three dosas with one bottu. In those days, dosas were available at the rate of one for a dammidi (1/3 of a bottu). Thus, I managed with two bottus a day eating dosas. Though I was attending the service activities normally just like any of the other boys, in My heart of hearts I was aware of the fact that betting (gambling) was a bad practice and I should not have resorted to it. I knew of the story of Dharmaraja losing his everything including his wife, brothers, and kingdom in the Mahabharata.

At the end of the scout camp, I was left with one bottu. I purchased some sweets, fruits, flowers, kumkum, and some bangles for My sister-in-law. Seshama Raju, the elder brother of this body went for a course of teacher-training and just returned. As soon as I stepped into the house, I noticed that he was drawing lines in a notebook with the help of a wooden ruler. He was very angry that his wife had to fetch water during My absence for 3 days and therefore she was very much tired. When I offered her the sweets and fruits brought by Me from Pushpagiri, she threw them on the floor. She refused to accept even kumkum, which is a sign of auspiciousness.

Seshama Raju was furious after this incident. He took the ruler into his hands and beat Me on the forearm with the ruler, which broke into three pieces. My hand was swollen. I did not reveal this incident to anybody. I tied a bandage Myself with a wet cloth to the swollen hand. The next day, Seshama Raju’s son died. He sent a telegram to father to come immediately. In those days, there was no post office or telegraph office in Puttaparthi. The telegrams were sent to Bukkapatnam and from there a messenger would take it to Puttaparthi. Pedda Venkama Raju, the father of this body, used to go to Bukkapatnam regularly to purchase necessary items in the village fair. He saw that telegram there and immediately rushed to Kamalapuram. He spoke to the members of the family first and then asked why My hand was swollen and bandaged.

I tried to explain away the incident as insignificant and told him that I hit a door in the house accidentally and nothing serious had happened. The lady in the neighbouring house intervened then and informed Pedda Venkama Raju, “Sir! It is not an isolated incident. Your elder son beats the boy everyday. We are very much pained to witness His suffering.”

Seshama Raju used to be very angry with Me since his wife used to make complaints against Me daily saying I did not attend to this work, that work, etc. My daily chores in their house included making hot water for bath, preparing coffee early in the morning for Seshama Raju and his wife, doing odd jobs in the house and most important, fetching drinking water two times both in the morning and evening from a canal, which was at some distance from the house. In order that I finish all these jobs and attend to school as per schedule, I had to get up very early in the morning, that is, at about 3 o’clock.

In spite of all this hectic schedule, I was very happy that the people in the village were of good nature and used to love Me very much. They used to make affectionate enquiries about My welfare daily. They were very fond of My singing. When I went to Pushpagiri to participate in the scout camp, all this busy schedule came to a standstill. Though the neighbours were very considerate toward Me for My hard work and good nature, people in the Seshama Raju family could not put up with My absence and disruption in the daily routine. They used to shout at Me if on any day I was a little late in bringing water from the canal. Of course, I used to ignore that shouting and carry on My work as usual, patiently.

The Griham Abbayi (father) informed Me that night that he had to go out for answering his nature call. There was no light. There was darkness all around. I held a small kerosene lamp in one hand and a jug of water in the other and accompanied him to an isolated place. I put those things on the ground and tried to return, but he held My hand and with great agony told Me, “Sathya! Did I ever beat You on any day in all these years? You are undergoing so much of suffering at the hands of these people here. You come away from this house. Come! Let us leave for our village early in the morning.”

I tried to pacify him saying, “It is not proper for Me to leave the house now, especially when they are immersed in grief at the death of their son. Please go first. I will come later.” Thereupon, Griham Abbayi left for Puttaparthi, very reluctantly.

On reaching home, he informed Griham Ammayi (mother) about the situation prevailing here. She could not contain her agony and shed tears at My plight. She told Griham Abbayi, “Sathya is a very good boy. I never beat Him on any day. I now understand that Seshama Raju is beating Him regularly, listening to others’ words. I cannot bear this any more. We can bring up Sathya somehow, even by selling salt if need be. He need not depend on others for His upbringing. Please go and bring back Sathya to our house.” Griham Abbayi tried to explain his inability, but she was insistent. He therefore gave a telegram, “Mother serious, come down to Puttaparthi.” Then, I had no option but to return to Puttaparthi.

There used to be a merchant by name Kotte Subbanna in Kamalapuram those days, who used to sell the famous children’s tonic, “Bala Bhaskara”. He gave us some amount for our journey to Puttaparthi, since neither I nor Griham Abbayi had any money with us. We reached Anantapuram with great difficulty. There used to be a lawyer’s family in Anantapur, who were all good people. The entire family was devoted to Swami. They invited us to partake lunch in their house.

We had our lunch in their house and finally returned to Puttaparthi. As soon as we entered our house, Griham Ammayi held My hand and asked, “There is swelling still. Does it hurt?” Thereafter, she applied several home-made medicines including a paste of rice bran on the affected part and also gave hot water fomentation. Poor lady! She tried her best to make Me cheerful. Every one around Me cried on seeing My swollen hand. I told them, “Nothing to worry; everything is healed up.”

Since then I decided to stay in Puttaparthi, permanently. Seshama Raju came on a visit during holidays. Griham Abbayi and Griham Ammayi both chided him profusely saying, “You took this boy along with you to get Him educated; but you put Him to great torture. What kind of an education is this? Go away! We don’t give You food even!”

Thereafter, Seshama Raju was transferred to Uravakonda. He took Me again with him in order to admit Me in the High school there. There were good teachers there, especially Sri Tammiraju and another by name H.S. Ramana who used to teach us English language. He was so fond of Me that he used to take Me to his house. Not only these two, all our teachers used to be very affectionate toward Me since I was a good singer with a melodious voice. One day they put Me on the stage during a function and asked Me to sing a song. I sang the following song:

Take any vegetable of your choice, only one anna a measure,
Take brinjals; they are very tasty,
The well was deep and it was difficult to draw water,
So too, the life in Uravakonda was difficult to forget. (Telugu song)

All the teachers praised the song and congratulated Me for singing that song. Later, they asked Me to sing the daily prayer song in the school assembly. I sang thus:

Moment to moment, thy clarion call resounds –
Hearing thy magnanimous words,
The Hindus, Buddhists, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians
Come to thy throne from east and west,
Making a garland of love
Hail to thee who unites all humanity!
Hail to thee who controls the destiny of Bharat!
Hail to thee! Hail to thee!

That was our prayer song which I used to sing daily in the school assembly. The teachers of our school used to stand on either side of Me during the assembly and shed tears of joy at My melodious singing. I used to have a very good voice.

One day, I announced to the people around Me that it was time for Me to leave the school as well as the house and embark on My mission to alleviate the suffering of humanity. I revealed My true nature earlier thus:

Know that I am Sai, verily
Cast off your worldly relationships
Give up your efforts to restrain Me
The worldly attachment can no longer bind Me
None, however great can hold Me.
(Telugu poem)

Everyone cried aloud, unable to bear separation from Me. The headmaster of our school, Lakshmipathi, declared a holiday for the day. Everyone, including the teachers, students, and public, felt very sad at My decision to leave them.

The next day, one Muslim boy was asked to go up the stage to sing the prayer song. He too was a good singer with a melodious voice. But the moment he went up the stage, he became highly emotional and wept uncontrollably, unable to bear separation from Me. He sat down expressing his inability to sing the prayer. The daily singing of the prayer was discontinued from then on. Instead, the headmaster of the school used to say a few words and conclude.

I gave up studies since then. At the time I discontinued studies, I was only in the third form (eighth class), but people around Me used to wonder at My scholarship thinking that I might have obtained a degree or so. I used to write poetry and kept Myself aloof from people. I used to maintain silence. Even when I was in the house, I maintained the same profile. I just used to have food and come out and sit on the Chitravathi sands. There is a hill by the side of the river where I used to go up and sit silently.

Several people including children from the neighbouring villages and also from Uravakonda used to visit this “Sai Baba”. Subbamma used to cook and serve food for them. She used to feel very happy at her service, thinking that she was serving Swami’s classmates. Since then, the number of people visiting Swami has increased by leaps and bounds.

Once the Maharaja of Mysore, Jayachamaraja Wodayar came by his car. The motorable road was only up to Penukonda. He therefore travelled in a bullock cart from Penukonda to Karnatanagepalli and from there to Puttaparthi by walk. He pleaded with Me, “Swami! Why are You putting Yourself to trouble, residing in Puttaparthi? You please come to Mysore. I will arrange to build a big mansion for You.” I told him, “A tree must grow in the same place where it was born. If it is plucked out and transplanted elsewhere, it will not grow. This tree must also grow in the same place where it was born.” The Maharaja was a great devotee. He used to visit the Chamundeswari temple daily in the morning and evening and sing a song specially composed in praise of Goddess Chamundeswari.

The Maharaja of Mysore visited Puttaparthi again on another occasion. By that time, a motorable road was laid from Penukonda to Bukkapatnam. He telephoned to the Governor of Andhra Pradesh saying, “Why don’t you lay a good road to reach Puttaparthi? How much money is being wasted on all and sundry schemes! Please arrange to lay a good road to Puttaparthi immediately.”

The Governor instructed the Government accordingly and after a protracted correspondence, a chief engineer by name Tiruvannai Iyengar was finally sent to undertake a survey of the project. It was planned to lay a bypass road direct to the Mandir, without touching the Chitravathi Road. The Maharaja of Mysore offered to bear the entire expenditure for the project. Before starting the work, the Chief Engineer surveyed the area travelling in a bullock cart. He found that the river encircled the village on three sides and only the fourth side was available for laying a road. He stayed for three to four days here and reached Mandir in that route by a bullock cart. He confirmed that route and passed orders finally to lay a black top road in that route, drilling a big hole in a hill blocking the way.

At last, a direct road to reach the Mandir in Puttaparthi was ready, without touching the Chitravathi River. Once the road was made ready, a number of people including Rajas and Maharajas with their families started visiting Puttaparthi. Notable among them were the Rajas of Bobbili and Venkatagiri. They used to bring tents along with them and stay in those tents. Gradually, the number of people visiting Puttaparthi increased by leaps and bounds. The people in the villages around Puttaparthi used to argue with them saying, “Should we not have an opportunity to have Swami’s darshan, sparshan,and sambhashan? Is He meant only for the Rajas, Maharajas?” I used to pacify them saying that all are My devotees and I don’t make any distinction between rich and poor.

Later, the Rajas of Bobbili, Trivandrum and the younger brother of Trivandrum Raja, who was a film director, made a lot of conveniences here like building houses for the visiting devotees. The former Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, the late Dr Bezwada Gopala Reddy, built a hospital in Puttaparthi. In spite of his busy schedule as the Chief Minister, he used to make regular visits to Puttaparthi. He continued the same till his last breath. He used to attend every function held in Prasanthi Nilayam. In due course, millions of devotees from all over India and all parts of the world started coming to Prasanthi Nilayam.

In fact, I have not come down to deliver discourses on any particular form of God. Divinity is only one by whatever name and form people refer to Him. The goal is one and love is one. The names and forms may be different. Some may refer to Divinity as “Atma”; others as “Aum”. Yet, both are same. The names Rama, Krishna, Govinda, Narayana, etc. may be different, but God is only one. You may contemplate on any name, but God is only one. The Upanishads exhort, Matru Devo Bhava, Pitru Devo Bhava, Acharya Devo Bhava, Atithi Devo Bhava (revere your mother, father, preceptor, and guest as God). First and foremost, respect your mother. She is very important!

Forbearance is the real beauty in this sacred land of Bharat.
The nectarine feeling in this country is the feeling of love toward one’s mother. (Telugu poem)

Even if the mother and son go to a court in a property dispute, the mother would tell the lawyer, “he is my son,” and the son would say, “she is my mother.” Hence the relationship between a person and their parents is lasting. Even after the physical body ceases to exist the motherly relationship exists. A mother is a mother. Hence, there can be no greater, respectable, and sweet feeling than motherhood.

Many people write letters to Me addressing Me as “Mother Sai.” They refer to Me as their revered mother. I also address all of you as “children.”

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Sai Spiritual Showers - Issue 1/10


"Baba is actually an ocean of Love and Compassion towards suffering humanity. Here is the key, if there is one at all, to unlock the Truth about this Incommensurable Personality—not even all His miracles! With His astounding control over forces of nature, He could have kept Himself aloof as a dread and awe inspiring Personality, irascible and unbending like some of the great Rishis of our ancient Aryavartha. But what do we actually find? Baba is so gentle, so like a child, so full of laughter, jollity and bonhomie, so full of compassion and love for everybody! My very first sight of Him moving among His followers gave me a thrill of this recognition of His boundless love for humanity and the very first glance at me showed that He knew me and recognised me, and I felt as if we had known each other for ever so long!"

I was thrilled to see Baba moving among the people, from place to place selecting the persons to be interviewed by Him that evening. Soon He came to the spot where I was standing. He shot a glance at me and I felt as if a streak of lightening had passed through me, for in that glance there was a clear indication that He had recognised me. It was a glance one gives to a person whom one knows well but who has not been seen for a long time... Even to this day the wonderful glance of recognition He had shot at me remains with me in all its intensity.

By this I do not mean to suggest that I was a specially privileged sort of person. Nothing of that sort. During all these years Baba must have come across lakhs and lakhs of persons like me, but I believe when He specially comes down to select persons for interviews from among the masses of people gathered there, a glance by Him at any single person gives Him in a flash the past, present, the future and the complete psyche of that person. And knowing the intensity of that person for interview, or the urgency of his problems, He selects him for interview. Otherwise to ordinary eyes His selection seems to be extremely haphazard. He moves like a Christ among His followers is how a Professor of Philosophy of an American University has described Him, as told by Kasturi to me. He looks into the eyes of everyone assembled, going from place to place among them to have a closer view of them and from each particular group selects one or two."

That forenoon, He called us in, that is to say, the kith and kin of the bride and bridegroom, for He had promised to "wed" them together and bless them. "It can be imagined in what a trepidation we all were. We were about to meet Baba face to face and at close quarters—and to speak also to Him. At that particular moment I was completely ignorant of the manner He would adopt to meet us. Would He be distinctly aloof doing only the task He had allotted Himself? Would He be serene and grave? Would He condescend to talk to us? All such questions were there in our minds—at least in my mind! I was really in tenterhooks!

In five minutes He entered the room turning aside the screen over the door leading upstairs to His quarters. He scanned all of us with eager laughing eyes and made humorous comments as He did so. He joked with the bridegroom, and said laughingly, "See how she giggles, and that in front of elders! Other people would be shocked to see her giggle like this, especially when she is a bride sitting by the side of the bridegroom,” and so on and so on, in an extremely light hearted and cheerful mood. In five minutes we felt He was just one of us—One whom we had known intimately since a long long time. He joked and laughed with us just as any intimate member of our family might do, In fact, I felt how at home He would be in our family group—with Shankar, Chidam, etc. In fact, I felt as if He was one of our own—an intimate sunny natured relation whom we had not seen for some time! He talked to us as if He had known us intimately all along. Nobody out of hundreds who had had contacts with Baba and spoken to us about Him had ever given this particular picture of Baba. Their stress was all on the miracles performed by Him. This intense humanness, this wonderful camaraderie He has for all persons whom He meets; this remarkable quality of feeling Himself one with the people around Him, this superabundance of good humour, jollity and love and affection for all people made a powerful impact on me; for the picture I had had of Baba was something entirely different from this! Then and there I was convinced that if at all any living person is to be called `Bhagawan' it can be only He... His is a whole and undivided love for all humanity.

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