Sai Ram - En todas partes.
Un extracto de Sanathana Sarathi, mayo de 1964:
"Baba! ¿Oyes el Bhajan que hacemos en casa todos los días "?
"Mi querido amigo! Siempre que sea en mi nombre, allí también estará mi forma. Yo escuche sus Bhajan todos los días, me gustan ".
"Pero, ¿cómo es que todavía no lo he visto a usted allí, escuchando, ni un solo día"?
"¡Ah! Usted no me puede ver con estos ojos. Aunque Arjuna cuando fue bendecido, vio sólo a través del Jñana conocimiento ".
"¿Entonces, Baba, como hacemos para darnos cuenta de que Tú eres Sarvantaryami (la fuerza motriz interna de todo) y Sarvavyapi (inmanente en todas partes)"?
"Usted no puede darse cuenta ahora. Pero, voy a demostrarle a usted que yo estoy presente en todas partes. ".
"Esta es sin duda mi buena fortuna. Dime, Swami "!
"Hace cuatro meses, cuando estaba lloviendo tan terrible una noche, nadie se atrevía a moverse y estaban muy tristes y abatidos porque la persona que traía las flores para ofrecer a mí, no llegó como de costumbre, de quién se trataba, puede usted decirme quien llegó a su puerta con esas flores? Era yo mismo ! ¿Es ésta una prueba suficiente "?
Estaba lloviendo, muy intenso, como si el cielo se hubiera abierto. Ningún ser vivo se atrevía a salir . Hubo una terrible tormenta y los árboles se mecían con terror. Los Bhajans tenían que empezar a las 7 pm en la casa, pero las flores no habían llegado. La persona que las traía habitualmente, evidentemente, fue atrapada en la lluvia y no pudo llegar. ¿Cómo podíamos comenzar nuestros Bhajans del día, sin la decoración de la foto de Baba ? Esperamos ... la espera se convirtió en ansiedad ... tristeza ... desesperación ... y abatimiento.
Oramos, estuvimos a punto de derramar lágrimas. Entonces vimos una figura que venia hacia la puerta por la calle , a través de corrientes de agua. Las flores? Sí. ....
El vendedor de flores no nos había decepcionado, después de todo. Él las había enviado por un frágil hombre de aspecto joven y sonriente! Nosotros le arrebataron las guirnaldas de la mano y rápidamente, porque ya era tarde para iniciar los bhajans...
Al día siguiente, cuando el hombre regular llegó, le preguntamos por qué habían enviado un sustituto. El pobre no sabía nada. Él se estaba disculpando con nosotros ... ¿Quién podría entonces ser ese joven frágil ? Que no se quedó incluso a recibir el precio justo ...!
Ahora Baba nos dijo lo que ocurrió. ¡Ah! ¿Qué gracia suprema! El Señor trae flores para su propia puja y goza de la alegría de sus bhaktas, cuando lo decoran con ellas ....
Caímos ante los Sagrados Pies y derramamos lágrimas de gratitud y alegría.
OMSAIRAMMM...
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Sai Ram - Everywhere .
An extract from Sanathana Sarathi, May 1964 :
“Baba! Do You hear the Bhajan we do at home every day”?
“My dear fellow! Wherever My Name is, there My Form also is. I do listen to your Bhajan every day; I like it”.
“But, why is it that I have not yet seen You there, listening, on any single day”?
“Ah! You cannot see Me with these eyes. Even Arjuna saw only through the special Jnana-netra that he was blessed with”.
“How then, Baba, are we to realise that You are Sarvantaryami (the Inner motive Force of everything) and Sarvavyapi (Immanent everywhere)”?
“You cannot realise it now. But, I shall prove to you that I Am present everywhere.”.
“That is indeed my good fortune. Tell me, Swami”!
“Four months ago, when it was raining so terribly one evening, that no one dared to move about and you were very sad and downcast that the person who was bringing flowers to offer to Me did not arrive as usual, who was it, can you tell me, that came to your door with those flowers? It was I Myself! Is this proof enough”?
It was pouring, pouring, as if the sky had sprung a leak. No living thing dared move out of doors. There was a terrible storm and the trees swayed in terror. Bhajan had to start at 7 pm at home, but, the flowers had not come. The person who brought it for us daily without fail was evidently caught in the rain and could not proceed. How could we start our daily Bhajan without decorating Baba’s picture to our heart’s content? We waited… hoped… became anxious… sad …desperate,… downcast. We prayed, we nearly shed tears. Then we saw a figure coming towards our door, along the swollen street, across the swirling pools. The flowers? Yes. The flower-seller had not disappointed us, after all. He had sent them through this frail-looking smiling young man! We snatched the garlands from his hand and rushed in, for it was already late… Next day, when the regular man came, we enquired why he had sent a substitute and how he secured him. Poor fellow he did not know anything. He was apologising to us… Who then could that frail young man be? He did not stay even to take the price …!
Now Baba had told us. Ah! What Supreme Grace! The Lord brings flowers for His own Puja and enjoys the joy of His Bhaktas, when they decorate Him with them….
We fell at the Holy Feet and shed tears of gratitude and Joy.
Ahora Baba nos dijo lo que ocurrió. ¡Ah! ¿Qué gracia suprema! El Señor trae flores para su propia puja y goza de la alegría de sus bhaktas, cuando lo decoran con ellas ....
Caímos ante los Sagrados Pies y derramamos lágrimas de gratitud y alegría.
OMSAIRAMMM...
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Sai Ram - Everywhere .
An extract from Sanathana Sarathi, May 1964 :
“Baba! Do You hear the Bhajan we do at home every day”?
“My dear fellow! Wherever My Name is, there My Form also is. I do listen to your Bhajan every day; I like it”.
“But, why is it that I have not yet seen You there, listening, on any single day”?
“Ah! You cannot see Me with these eyes. Even Arjuna saw only through the special Jnana-netra that he was blessed with”.
“How then, Baba, are we to realise that You are Sarvantaryami (the Inner motive Force of everything) and Sarvavyapi (Immanent everywhere)”?
“You cannot realise it now. But, I shall prove to you that I Am present everywhere.”.
“That is indeed my good fortune. Tell me, Swami”!
“Four months ago, when it was raining so terribly one evening, that no one dared to move about and you were very sad and downcast that the person who was bringing flowers to offer to Me did not arrive as usual, who was it, can you tell me, that came to your door with those flowers? It was I Myself! Is this proof enough”?
It was pouring, pouring, as if the sky had sprung a leak. No living thing dared move out of doors. There was a terrible storm and the trees swayed in terror. Bhajan had to start at 7 pm at home, but, the flowers had not come. The person who brought it for us daily without fail was evidently caught in the rain and could not proceed. How could we start our daily Bhajan without decorating Baba’s picture to our heart’s content? We waited… hoped… became anxious… sad …desperate,… downcast. We prayed, we nearly shed tears. Then we saw a figure coming towards our door, along the swollen street, across the swirling pools. The flowers? Yes. The flower-seller had not disappointed us, after all. He had sent them through this frail-looking smiling young man! We snatched the garlands from his hand and rushed in, for it was already late… Next day, when the regular man came, we enquired why he had sent a substitute and how he secured him. Poor fellow he did not know anything. He was apologising to us… Who then could that frail young man be? He did not stay even to take the price …!
Now Baba had told us. Ah! What Supreme Grace! The Lord brings flowers for His own Puja and enjoys the joy of His Bhaktas, when they decorate Him with them….
We fell at the Holy Feet and shed tears of gratitude and Joy.
OMSAIRAMMM...
OMSAIRAMMM...
CENTRO SAI HISPANO...
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