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Madre Ishvaramma - La personificación de la compasión - por la Sra. K. Vasumathi Devi .
Cortesía - Radio Sai
Aquí está mi cuento favorito de su amor que me ha tocado mucho. Este
sucedió hace muchos años, durante los años sesenta. Uno de mis parientes, que
fue en Prashanti Nilayam, me escribió para informarme que Swami iba
para crear Amrutham (néctar) en el día del festival de "Mukkati Ekadasi".
(También conocido como Vaikunta Ekadasi, un día propicio de acuerdo a la
mitología Hindú, que cae generalmente en finales de diciembre - principio de enero, de cada
año).
No sólo eso, me enteré de que él pondría el divino néctar en la lengua de todos los devotos con sus propias manos Divinas.
En el momento en que recibí la carta, no había casi tiempo, el festival
sólo estaba a un par de días de distancia. En aquellos días, no había lineas telefónicas
para ayudarme a organizar el viaje, y el el recorrido.
Para llegar a Puttaparthi, una tenia que tomar una serie de autobuses y trenes.
Debido a estas circunstancias difíciles, siempre teníamos que pensar dos veces
antes de hacer el viaje a Prashanti Nilayam, y como yo quería
iniciarlo de inmediato, no había nadie dispuesto a acompañarme en este largo viaje.
Puse la fe en Bhagavan y tomando el coraje, viajé durante dos días,
cambiando siete autobuses, y finalmente llegue a Puttaparthi a las 20:45 hs
en el día de "Mukkati Ekadasi". Cuando entré en el ashram, los residentes de
Prashanti Nilayam muy simpáticos me dijeron: "¡Oh! Usted ha venido
sólo a esta ahora ... Swami acaba de terminar la distribución de amrutham y se retiró arriba. "Estaba cabizbajo, pero de inmediato vino la idea de la Madre compasiva, Ishvaramma, vino a mi mente.
Fue mi buena fortuna de que ella estaba viviendo en una habitación de al lado. Ella
solía llamarme "Eluru papa 'que significa' la chica de Eluru '. (Eluru es la sede del distrito de Godavari de Andhra Pradesh, más de 400 kilómetros de Puttaparthi).
sólo estaba a un par de días de distancia. En aquellos días, no había lineas telefónicas
para ayudarme a organizar el viaje, y el el recorrido.
Para llegar a Puttaparthi, una tenia que tomar una serie de autobuses y trenes.
Debido a estas circunstancias difíciles, siempre teníamos que pensar dos veces
antes de hacer el viaje a Prashanti Nilayam, y como yo quería
iniciarlo de inmediato, no había nadie dispuesto a acompañarme en este largo viaje.
Puse la fe en Bhagavan y tomando el coraje, viajé durante dos días,
cambiando siete autobuses, y finalmente llegue a Puttaparthi a las 20:45 hs
en el día de "Mukkati Ekadasi". Cuando entré en el ashram, los residentes de
Prashanti Nilayam muy simpáticos me dijeron: "¡Oh! Usted ha venido
sólo a esta ahora ... Swami acaba de terminar la distribución de amrutham y se retiró arriba. "Estaba cabizbajo, pero de inmediato vino la idea de la Madre compasiva, Ishvaramma, vino a mi mente.
Fue mi buena fortuna de que ella estaba viviendo en una habitación de al lado. Ella
solía llamarme "Eluru papa 'que significa' la chica de Eluru '. (Eluru es la sede del distrito de Godavari de Andhra Pradesh, más de 400 kilómetros de Puttaparthi).
Por lo tanto, dejé mi equipaje en frente de
mi habitación y me dirigí a la Madre. Incluso ahora, cuando recuerdo esa escena, mis ojos se llenan de lágrimas.
La Madre Ishvaramma se angustio al darse cuenta. Cuando me preguntó: "Hija mía, ¿por qué has venido tan tarde?", yo era tan feliz de que me hablaba.
mi habitación y me dirigí a la Madre. Incluso ahora, cuando recuerdo esa escena, mis ojos se llenan de lágrimas.
La Madre Ishvaramma se angustio al darse cuenta. Cuando me preguntó: "Hija mía, ¿por qué has venido tan tarde?", yo era tan feliz de que me hablaba.
Le conté a ella mi camino difícil, y entonces ella respondió tristemente: "¡Qué lástima, Swami se ha ido arriba."
Un momento después, ella tomó mi mano y me llevó rápidamente al primer piso del Mandir!.
Un momento después, ella tomó mi mano y me llevó rápidamente al primer piso del Mandir!.
Swami estaba sentado en la mesa del comedor y estaba a punto de tomar su cena.
Mi madre me pidió que esperara en la puerta, y entró. Con una gran
preocupación en su voz, le dijo a Swami, "llegó papá Eluru ahora
después de cambiar siete autobuses. "Yo podía oír la conversación de pie en
la puerta. Me genero dolor pensar que había perturbado a la Madre
en esa hora extraña, y estaba también preocupada por la reacción de Swami.
Swami entonces maliciosamente sonrió y dijo: "¿la chica le pedio que la
recomendara ante mí? "Madre confió:" No, Swami.
Mi madre me pidió que esperara en la puerta, y entró. Con una gran
preocupación en su voz, le dijo a Swami, "llegó papá Eluru ahora
después de cambiar siete autobuses. "Yo podía oír la conversación de pie en
la puerta. Me genero dolor pensar que había perturbado a la Madre
en esa hora extraña, y estaba también preocupada por la reacción de Swami.
Swami entonces maliciosamente sonrió y dijo: "¿la chica le pedio que la
recomendara ante mí? "Madre confió:" No, Swami.
Nunca me pidió que hiciera esto .. Por compasión la traje aquí. "Entonces,
con un brillo fascinante en sus ojos, Swami dijo: "Si ese es el
caso ... pobre chica, toma la botella y dale Amrutham.
con un brillo fascinante en sus ojos, Swami dijo: "Si ese es el
caso ... pobre chica, toma la botella y dale Amrutham.
"Con maternal intimidad y el ceño fruncido suave, la madre dijo: "¡Qué! Tengo que darle,
Swami? . ¿ Recorrió todo el camino a Parthi, y cambio siete autobuses para tomar
Amrutham de mí mano? No, no le voy a dar a ella.
Swami, tienes que darle a ella ".
Swami? . ¿ Recorrió todo el camino a Parthi, y cambio siete autobuses para tomar
Amrutham de mí mano? No, no le voy a dar a ella.
Swami, tienes que darle a ella ".
Bhagavan sonrió como una Madre compasiva.
Después de terminar su cena, Swami estaba lleno de sonrisas y encanto, y
dijo a la Madre: ". Yo, yo mismo, le daré ." Entonces, Swami vino a mí
y me pidió que me acercara. "Por favor, abra la boca. El hecho de que me
pidió que abra la boca, no quiere decir que debe tragar la botella! . Voy a poner el Amrutham. Trague el comprimido. "Y diciendo esto, Swami con alegría puso Amrutham en mi boca. Mi felicidad era indescriptible.
Cuando me acuerdo de los problemas que la Madre había tenido para conseguir la Amrutham,
Comprendí que no hay límites para su amor y preocupación.
Después de terminar su cena, Swami estaba lleno de sonrisas y encanto, y
dijo a la Madre: ". Yo, yo mismo, le daré ." Entonces, Swami vino a mí
y me pidió que me acercara. "Por favor, abra la boca. El hecho de que me
pidió que abra la boca, no quiere decir que debe tragar la botella! . Voy a poner el Amrutham. Trague el comprimido. "Y diciendo esto, Swami con alegría puso Amrutham en mi boca. Mi felicidad era indescriptible.
Cuando me acuerdo de los problemas que la Madre había tenido para conseguir la Amrutham,
Comprendí que no hay límites para su amor y preocupación.
Era mi gran fortuna, disfrutar de la generosidad y la dedicación con que la Madre nos ha ayudado en todas las formas posibles.
NUESTRA VIDA ES SU MENSAJE
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - Mother Easwaramma - The Epitome of Compassion.
Mother Easwaramma - The Epitome of Compassion - by Mrs. K. Vasumathi Devi
Courtesy - Radio Sai
Here is my favourite account of her love which touched me a lot. This
happened many years ago, during the sixties. One of my relatives, who
was in Prashanti Nilayam, wrote to me informing that Swami was going
to create Amrutham (nectar) on the “Mukkoti Ekadashi” festival day.
(Also known as Vaikunta Ekadashi, an auspicious day according to Hindu
Mythology which falls generally in late December – January every
year). Not only that, I learnt that He would put the divine nectar on
to every devotee’s tongue with His own Divine Hands. By the time I
received the letter, there was hardly any time left; the festival was
just a couple of days away. In those days, there were no telephone
lines to help me organize the trip, and travel facilities were
minimal.
To reach Puttaparthi, one had to change an array of buses and trains.
Because of such trying circumstances, we always had to think twice
before making the journey to Prashanti Nilayam, and since I wanted to
start immediately, there was no one ready to accompany me on this
journey either.
Reposing faith in Bhagavan and picking up courage, I traveled for two
days changing seven buses, and finally reached Puttaparthi at 8.45 pm
on “Mukkoti Ekadashi” day. When I entered the ashram, the residents of
Prashanti Nilayam showered sympathy on me saying, “Oh! You have come
only now…Swami has just finished distributing the amrutham and has
retired upstairs.” I was crestfallen, but immediately the thought of
the compassionate Mother, Easwaramma, came to my mind.
It was my good fortune that she was residing in a room next door. She
used to call me “Eluru papa’ meaning ‘the girl from Eluru’. (Eluru is
the headquarters of the West Godavari District of Andhra Pradesh, more
than 400 kms from Puttaparthi). So, I dropped my luggage in front of
my room and went to Mother. Even now, when I recollect that scene, my
eyes well up with tears.
Mother Easwaramma’s anguish on noticing me was severe. When she
asked,”My child, why have you come so late?” my grief melted; I was so
happy that she spoke to me. I related to her my difficult journey, and
then she sadly replied, “What a pity, Swami has just gone upstairs.”
The next moment, she held my hand and hurriedly led me to the first
floor of the Mandir!Swami was sitting at the dining table and was
about to take His meals.
Mother asked me to wait at the door, and went inside. With great
concern in her voice, she said to Swami, “Eluru Papa arrived just now
after changing seven buses.” I could hear the conversation standing at
the doorstep. I was gripped with pain as I felt I had disturbed Mother
in that odd hour, and was also apprehensive about Swami’s reaction.
Swami then mischievously smiled and said,“Did the girl ask you to
recommend her situation to Me?” Mother relied, “No, Swami. Papa never
asked me to do this.. I myself took pity and brought her here.” Then,
with a bewitching twinkle in His eyes, Swami said, “If that is the
case…poor girl, take this bottle and give her Amrutham.” With motherly
intimacy and a gentle frown, Mother said, “What! I have to give her,
Swami? Did Papa come all the way to Parthi, changing seven buses to
have Amrutham from me? No, I will not give it to her.
Swami, You have to give it to her.” Bhagavan smiled at this
compassionate outpouring of the Mother.
After finishing His meals, Swami was full of smiles and charm, and
told Mother: “I, Myself, will give it to her.” Then, Swami came to me
and asked me to come forward. “Please open your mouth. Just because I
asked you to open your mouth does not mean you should swallow the
bottle! I will put the Amrutham. Swallow it.” So saying, Swami
joyfully put Amrutham in my mouth. My bliss was beyond description.
When I recollect the trouble Mother had taken to get me the Amrutham,
I understood there are no boundaries for her love and concern. It was
my great fortune to enjoy the generosity and zeal with which Mother
helped us in all ways possible.
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
Sai Ram
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - Mother Easwaramma - The Epitome of Compassion.
Mother Easwaramma - The Epitome of Compassion - by Mrs. K. Vasumathi Devi
Courtesy - Radio Sai
Here is my favourite account of her love which touched me a lot. This
happened many years ago, during the sixties. One of my relatives, who
was in Prashanti Nilayam, wrote to me informing that Swami was going
to create Amrutham (nectar) on the “Mukkoti Ekadashi” festival day.
(Also known as Vaikunta Ekadashi, an auspicious day according to Hindu
Mythology which falls generally in late December – January every
year). Not only that, I learnt that He would put the divine nectar on
to every devotee’s tongue with His own Divine Hands. By the time I
received the letter, there was hardly any time left; the festival was
just a couple of days away. In those days, there were no telephone
lines to help me organize the trip, and travel facilities were
minimal.
To reach Puttaparthi, one had to change an array of buses and trains.
Because of such trying circumstances, we always had to think twice
before making the journey to Prashanti Nilayam, and since I wanted to
start immediately, there was no one ready to accompany me on this
journey either.
Reposing faith in Bhagavan and picking up courage, I traveled for two
days changing seven buses, and finally reached Puttaparthi at 8.45 pm
on “Mukkoti Ekadashi” day. When I entered the ashram, the residents of
Prashanti Nilayam showered sympathy on me saying, “Oh! You have come
only now…Swami has just finished distributing the amrutham and has
retired upstairs.” I was crestfallen, but immediately the thought of
the compassionate Mother, Easwaramma, came to my mind.
It was my good fortune that she was residing in a room next door. She
used to call me “Eluru papa’ meaning ‘the girl from Eluru’. (Eluru is
the headquarters of the West Godavari District of Andhra Pradesh, more
than 400 kms from Puttaparthi). So, I dropped my luggage in front of
my room and went to Mother. Even now, when I recollect that scene, my
eyes well up with tears.
Mother Easwaramma’s anguish on noticing me was severe. When she
asked,”My child, why have you come so late?” my grief melted; I was so
happy that she spoke to me. I related to her my difficult journey, and
then she sadly replied, “What a pity, Swami has just gone upstairs.”
The next moment, she held my hand and hurriedly led me to the first
floor of the Mandir!Swami was sitting at the dining table and was
about to take His meals.
Mother asked me to wait at the door, and went inside. With great
concern in her voice, she said to Swami, “Eluru Papa arrived just now
after changing seven buses.” I could hear the conversation standing at
the doorstep. I was gripped with pain as I felt I had disturbed Mother
in that odd hour, and was also apprehensive about Swami’s reaction.
Swami then mischievously smiled and said,“Did the girl ask you to
recommend her situation to Me?” Mother relied, “No, Swami. Papa never
asked me to do this.. I myself took pity and brought her here.” Then,
with a bewitching twinkle in His eyes, Swami said, “If that is the
case…poor girl, take this bottle and give her Amrutham.” With motherly
intimacy and a gentle frown, Mother said, “What! I have to give her,
Swami? Did Papa come all the way to Parthi, changing seven buses to
have Amrutham from me? No, I will not give it to her.
Swami, You have to give it to her.” Bhagavan smiled at this
compassionate outpouring of the Mother.
After finishing His meals, Swami was full of smiles and charm, and
told Mother: “I, Myself, will give it to her.” Then, Swami came to me
and asked me to come forward. “Please open your mouth. Just because I
asked you to open your mouth does not mean you should swallow the
bottle! I will put the Amrutham. Swallow it.” So saying, Swami
joyfully put Amrutham in my mouth. My bliss was beyond description.
When I recollect the trouble Mother had taken to get me the Amrutham,
I understood there are no boundaries for her love and concern. It was
my great fortune to enjoy the generosity and zeal with which Mother
helped us in all ways possible.
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
Sai Ram
OMSAIRAMMM...
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