Nutrir la sangre con amor - El episodio haemometer (es un dispositivo compacto para medir los niveles de hemoglobina en la sangre) con mi Maestro Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, por B.Aravind.
Fuente: aravindb1982
Cursaba mi 2º año en la Escuela Secundaria Superior Sathya Sai. Esos dos años fueron los años de la formación de mi romance divino con Swami. Fue durante esos años que mi amor por Dios fue alimentado y mi confianza en los valores humanos se fortaleció. En un episodio interesante, aprendí otra faceta hermosa de mi Dios - de que nada es "demasiado grande" o "demasiado trivial" para él.
Lo qué es "grande"para mi, por minúsculo o trivial que pueda parecerle al mundo, es "grande" para él también.
Fueron estas experiencias que hicieron de Swami mi mejor amigo y que fomentaron mi fe en él. Estaba estudiando mi nivel 11. Fue en el año 1998. Yo era relativamente nuevo en el concepto de ser un estudiante. Sólo tenía un deseo en mi corazón, acercarme a Swami y convertirme en querido para él.
El viaje había sido bastante accidentado hasta entonces y me comprometí a seguir uno mejor y más profundo.
Mi primera experiencia de Su omnisciencia me había emocionado. Cada día, nuevos conceptos acerca de Dios en general y en específico Swami, se formaron en mí y demolieron los viejos.
El 22 de julio de 1998, tuve la oportunidad de experimentar su naturaleza que todo lo sabe, una vez más. Antes de profundizar en los acontecimientos de ese día, una breve nota en la fe. Cuando se trata de asuntos de fe, Swami siempre ha sido muy científico. Él dice: "Vengan a ver por si mismo, experimenten y el desarrollen la fe."
Probar está permitido y el Señor está más que dispuesto a someterse a las pruebas de los estudiantes, los devotos y los recién llegados. Pero Él espera que el probador acepte los resultados. Una vez que algo se prueba, uno espera el desarrollo de la fe. Y esa creo que es una gran pregunta.
Por ejemplo, cuando los coches son probados, no se hace en todos los coches. Una vez que el coche ha resistido el test, se da por aceptado que todos los otros coches también son fuertes. La gente simplemente sigue adelante y conduce a sabiendas de que en caso de un accidente, su coche los protegerá Pero con Dios, todo el mundo parece querer experimentarlo todo y no pensar en la fe. Swami sin embargo nos anima. Lo único que pide es que una vez que hayamos experimentado, desarrollemos la fe. No se dejen llevar por lo que otros dicen o hacen, busquen su propia experiencia.
Volviendo al episodio, la historia comienza, en la clase después del almuerzo. Eran las prácticas de biología y estábamos haciendo un experimento titulado - Haemometer. El haemometer es un dispositivo compacto para medir los niveles de hemoglobina en la sangre. Es fiable y simple y consiste en diluir la sangre de una muestra con agua destilada, hasta que el color coincida con el color de una solución estándar suministrada.
Había un compañero mío. Él fue el primero en hacer la prueba y sus niveles de hemoglobina que detectó eran de alrededor de 14,8. Nuestro profesor dijo que esto era excelente. Después nos dijo que para las mujeres la lectura entre 11-14 eran buenas y para los hombres, eran entre 12-16. Pensé:"Si este hombre insignificante tiene 14,8, mi lectura debe ser mas alta."
Deseoso de averiguar mis niveles de hemoglobina, hice la prueba. Para mi sorpresa, fue de 11,6 - el más bajo en toda la clase de 14 alumnos. Y yo era el único que no parecía ser un"hombre" en cuanto a los niveles de hemoglobina se refiere! (Bueno, tengo un conteo de hemoglobina ligeramente menor pero el médico dijo que era perfectamente normal en mi caso. No me afectaba de ninguna manera y por eso, lo he aceptado ahora. No debo tomar ninguna medicación o dieta por ello. Pero en aquel entonces, yo pensaba que tenía alguna enfermedad grave ) .
La mala noticia es que la campana sonó y el profesor no tenia suficiente tiempo para explicarme los resultados. Yo estaba muy preocupado. Le dije a uno de mis amigos que mi haemometer podría ser problemático. Volvimos a realizar la prueba. Y el resultado fue peor que antes - 11,4! . Mentalmente pensaba que con cada minuto que pasaba, mi hemoglobina estaba disminuyendo! (Siento ganas de reír ahora, que un error de muestreo me hizo sentir que me iba a morir.)
Mientras caminábamos de vuelta al albergue, estaba perdido en sus pensamientos. ¿Cómo iba a decirle a mis padres que me parecía estar sufriendo de alguna extraña condición o enfermedad? Ellos se asustaran. Pero yo también tenía miedo.
Me volví a Swami. Oré, "Swami, mis niveles de hemoglobina están bajos y parecen estar disminuyendo. ¿Voy a morir?. Yo no quiero hacerlo. Yo quiero esta vida para poder estar cerca de ti. Por favor, dame vibhuti y cura esta enfermedad. "
Cuando llegué al albergue, todo el mundo estaba hablando de invitar a Swami al albergue. De hecho, la semana pasada había sido la fiesta en el albergue por el aniversario del hostel, los estudiantes querían que Swami venga al albergue y todo el mundo escribió cartas, hizo tarjetas y rezos para que venga. Un gran esfuerzo por todos los frentes se había planeado. Me uní a las filas para el mandir. Llevaba una carta en la mano y una oración en mi corazón. La carta y la oración no eran tanto por su llegada al albergue. Era especialmente por mi salud. Cuando llegamos a la sala de Sai Kulwant, vimos que los estudiantes del Instituto no había llegado todavía. A medida que entraban en el mandir , la música llenaba el aire y Swami se deslizaba otorgando su darshan. El Darshan fue una experiencia etérea (como siempre!). Pero esos días, el Darshan tenía un sabor distinto en sí mismo.
Puesto que el área de mármol enorme en el centro de la sala estaba vacía, me precipite adentro, y llenamos los espacios destinados a los estudiantes del Instituto. Hoy parecía ser un día de suerte y muchos de nosotros llegamos a sentarnos en las primeras filas. Cuando Swami se nos acercó, pensé en arrodillarme y pedirle vibhuti. Pero, por desgracia para mí, el tema de ese día parecía ser la visita de Swami al albergue.Todo el que se levantaba para hablar con él, sólo le preguntaba acerca de su visita al albergue. Swami siguió caminando y yo no consideraba correcto colocar mi agenda personal antes de que la agenda albergue. Así, que cuando vino justo en frente de mí, me levanté y dije:"Swami por favor venga al hostal." la respuesta de Swami fue ,"Mañana, mañana ..."
Puesto que el área de mármol enorme en el centro de la sala estaba vacía, me precipite adentro, y llenamos los espacios destinados a los estudiantes del Instituto. Hoy parecía ser un día de suerte y muchos de nosotros llegamos a sentarnos en las primeras filas. Cuando Swami se nos acercó, pensé en arrodillarme y pedirle vibhuti. Pero, por desgracia para mí, el tema de ese día parecía ser la visita de Swami al albergue.Todo el que se levantaba para hablar con él, sólo le preguntaba acerca de su visita al albergue. Swami siguió caminando y yo no consideraba correcto colocar mi agenda personal antes de que la agenda albergue. Así, que cuando vino justo en frente de mí, me levanté y dije:"Swami por favor venga al hostal." la respuesta de Swami fue ,"Mañana, mañana ..."
Él siguió adelante y me senté. Mi carta médica se mantuvo en el bolsillo y la tragedia que pensé que me estaba pasando fue superada por la alegría de haber hablado unas palabras con él. Swami camino un poco hacia delante y vi que estaba dando vueltas con su mano. Estaba creando vibhuti para algún devoto.
Otra pequeña pieza de información aquí. Eran días en que los estudiantes se les permitia llevar pañuelos para Swami. Cada vez que Él materializaba vibhuti para alguien, cualquier estudiante que tuviese un pañuelo podía ir a Él y ofrecercelo. Swami limpiaría sus manos en el pañuelo y el estudiante regresaba a su lugar con el pañuelo bendito en la mano. Tenía un pañuelo en el bolsillo. Y al ver que Swami hacia girar su palma, corrí a él. Swami le dio vibhuti al devoto. Entonces, él me miró, arrodillado a su lado con un pañuelo en la mano. Esa mirada simplemente me derritió. Deseé poder fusionarme en él en ese mismo instante. Para mi gran sorpresa, me encontré hablando con un tono hipnotizado. Cuando le ofrecí el pañuelo, le dije dos palabras,"Te amo." ¿Cómo podría yo decirle lo que me estaba pasando ?
Si mi "enfermedad" se agravaba, no me permitirían permanecer en la escuela y en el albergue, y era como la muerte para mí. Así que pensé que la cosa más importante que debía hacer era decirle a Swami que lo amaba.
La respuesta de Swami fue: "Po, Po, Po" (que significa: "Go, Go, Go") regresé a su lugar.
Una lágrima se estaba formando en mi ojo. Cuando le dices a alguien que lo amas, uno espera que lo correspondan. No pensé que Swami respondería de esta manera. cuando incliné mi cabeza hacia abajo, las lágrimas corrían simplemente de mis ojos. ¡No! No eran lágrimas de tristeza. Eran lágrimas de alegría porque vi la respuesta de Swami, que al limpiarse la mano en el pañuelo, había aplicado vibhuti sobre todo a la parte superior de mi mano! Yo no sé acerca de la forma en que el vibhuti cambio mis niveles de hemoglobina. Pero al instante se dispararon mis niveles de amor por él.
Una lluvia de gracia para el devoto, una lluvia de fe para mí.
Fuente: aravindb1982
Si te ha gustado la lectura de esto, usted debe tratar también los siguientes:
1. El Shivaratri de mi vida ...
2. Busquen a Dios y el resto te será otorgado ...
3. Cáncer cancelado - cura radical a través de la terapia de la fe .
4. La travesura de mi dulce Señor .
OMSAIRAMMM...
.................................................................................
Nourishing blood with love - The haemometer episode with my Master Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, by B.Aravind.
"I give you all that you seek so that one day you will seek all that I have come to give."
Source: aravindb1982
I did only two years of my schooling in the Sathya Sai Higher Secondary School. But those two years were the foundation years for my Divine romance with Swami. It was during those years that my Love for God was nourished and my trust in human values was strengthened. In an interesting episode, I learned another beautiful facet about my God - that nothing is “too big” or “too trivial” for Him. What is “big” for me, however miniscule or trivial it may seem to the world, is “big” for Him too. It was such experiences that made Swami my best friend and fostered my faith in Him.
I was studying my 11th standard. It was in the year 1998. I was relatively new to the concept of being a student. I had only one desire in my heart - to go near to Swami and become dear to Him. The journey had been quite eventful till then and it promised to get better and more profound. My first experience of His omniscience had me thrilled. Everyday, new concepts about God in general and Swami in specific were formed in me and old ones demolished. On the 22nd of July, 1998, I got a chance to experience His all-knowing nature, once again.
Before I dive into the happenings on that day, a brief note on faith. When it comes to matters of faith, Swami has always been very scientific. He says, “Come, see for yourself, experience and then develop faith.” Testing is allowed and the Lord is more than willing toundergo such tests by students, devotees and new comers. But He expects the tester to be scientific in accepting the results as well. Once something is proved, one is expected to develop faith. And that I think is not a huge ask.
If a crash test is performed on each and every car, there would be none left to drive!
For instance, when cars are crash-tested, it is not done on each and every car, every time. Once a car has withstood the crash-test, it is taken on faith that all the other cars too are strong. People just go ahead and drive knowing that in case of an accident, their car will stand by them. But with God, everyone seems to want to experience everything and then only think about faith. Swami encourages that, nevertheless. All He asks is, once you have experienced, develop faith. Do not get carried away by what others say or do for is it not your own experience?
Returning to the episode, the story begins in the post-lunch session of the classes. It was the biology practicals and we were doing an experiment entitled - Haemometer. The haemometer is a compact device to measure the haemoglobin levels in the blood. It is reliable and simple and consists of diluting one’s blood sample with distilled water till its color matches the color of a standard solution provided.
There was one classmate of mine of a small build. He was the first to do the test and his haemoglobin levels were detected to be around 14.8. Our teacher said that this was excellent. He then told us that for women a reading between 11-14 was good and for men, it was 12-16. I thought,
“If this puny guy has 14.8, my reading should be quite high.”
Eager to find out my haemoglobin levels, I did the test. To my shock, it showed 11.6 - the least in the entire class of 14. And I was the only one who did not seem to qualify being a ‘man’ as far as haemoglobin levels were concerned!
(Well, I have a slightly lesser haemoglobin count which the doctor has told me is perfectly normal in my case. It affects me in no way and so, I have accepted it now. I take no medication or diets for it. But back then, I thought I had some serious disease or affliction!)
The bad news was that the bell rang and the teacher did not have enough time to explain what the results meant. I was very worried. I told one of my friends that my haemometer might be problematic. We re-did the test. And the result was worse than before - 11.4! I mentally thought that with every passing minute, my haemoglobin was dying away! ( Feel like laughing about it now that a sampling error made me feel that I was going to die.)
As we walked back to the hostel, I was lost in thoughts. How was I to tell my parents that I seem to be suffering from some strange condition or disease? They would get scared. But I too was scared. I turned to Swami. I prayed,
“Swami, my haemoglobin levels are low and seem to be falling. Am I going to die? I don’t want to. I want this life so that I can get close to you. Please give me vibhuti and cure this ailment of mine.”
When I reached the hostel, everyone was talking about inviting Swami to the hostel. In fact, that had been the ‘happening’ thing in the hostel for the past one week. For the hostel anniversary, the students wanted Swami to come to hostel and everyone wrote letters, made cards and prayed verbally for the same. Today, a concerted effort along all fronts had been planned.
I joined the lines to the mandir. I carried a letter in my hand and a prayer in my heart. The letter and prayer were both not for His arrival to the hostel (what if I was not healthy enough to witness that?) but for my health. When we reached the Sai Kulwant hall, we saw that the students from the Institute had not yet arrived. As we were entering the mandir, the music filled the air and Swami glided out for darshan. Darshan was an ethereal experience (like always!). But those days, the Darshan had a distinct flavor of its own.
Since the huge marbled area in the centre of the hall was unoccupied, we rushed in and filled up the spaces meant for the Institute students. Today seemed to be a lucky day and many of us got to sit in the first lines. As Swami neared us, I thought of going up on my knees and asking for vibhuti. But, sadly for me, the theme of that day seemed to be Swami’s visit to the hostel. Every one who rose to speak with Him, only asked about His visit to the hostel. Swami kept walking and I did not deem it right to place my personal agenda before the hostel agenda.
And so, when He came right in front of me, I got up and said,
“Swami please come to the hostel.”
Swami’s reply was,
“Tomorrow, tomorrow...”
He moved on and I sat back. My medical letter remained in my pocket and the tragedy that I thought I was undergoing outweighed the joy of having spoken a few words with Him.
Swami moved a little ahead and I saw that He was circling His palm. He was creating vibhuti for some devotee.
Another small piece of information here. These were days when the students were allowed to carry handkerchiefs for Swami. Whenever He materialized vibhuti for someone, any student who had a handkerchief could go to Him and offer the same. Swami would wipe His hands on the handkerchief and the student would return to his place with the blessed piece of cloth in his hand.
I had a handkerchief in my pocket. As I saw Swami twirling His palm, I rushed to Him. Swami gave the vibhuti to the devotee. Then, He looked at me, kneeling by His side with a handkerchief in my hand. That look simply melted me. I wished I could merge in Him at that very instant. Much to my surprise, I found myself speaking in a mesmerised tone. As I offered the handkerchief, I said three words,
“ I love you.”
How else could I tell what was going on in me? If my ‘disease’ got worse and I would not be allowed to stay in the school and hostel, that was as good as death for me. So I thought that the most important thing to do was to tell Swami that I loved Him. Swami response was also in three words,
“Po, Po, Po” ( meaning, “Go, Go, Go”)
I returned to my place. A tear was forming in my eye. When you tell someone that you love them, you expect them to reciprocate. I did not think Swami would respond in this manner.
As I bent my head down, tears simply streamed from my eyes. No! They were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy because I saw Swami’s response.
Instead of wiping His hand on the kerchief, He had wiped the entire vibhuti on to the top of my hand!
I do not know about how that vibhuti changed my haemoglobin levels. But it instantly shot up my love levels for Him.
A shower of Grace for the devotee ; a shower of faith for me.
Source: aravindb1982
If you enjoyed reading this, you should try the following too:
1. The Shivarathri of my life...
2. Seek God and the rest will be conferred upon thee...
3. Cancer cancelled - Radical cure through faith therapy.
4. The handkerchief mischief of my sweet Lord.
Fuente: aravindb1982
Si te ha gustado la lectura de esto, usted debe tratar también los siguientes:
1. El Shivaratri de mi vida ...
2. Busquen a Dios y el resto te será otorgado ...
3. Cáncer cancelado - cura radical a través de la terapia de la fe .
4. La travesura de mi dulce Señor .
OMSAIRAMMM...
.................................................................................
Nourishing blood with love - The haemometer episode with my Master Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, by B.Aravind.
Source: aravindb1982
I did only two years of my schooling in the Sathya Sai Higher Secondary School. But those two years were the foundation years for my Divine romance with Swami. It was during those years that my Love for God was nourished and my trust in human values was strengthened. In an interesting episode, I learned another beautiful facet about my God - that nothing is “too big” or “too trivial” for Him. What is “big” for me, however miniscule or trivial it may seem to the world, is “big” for Him too. It was such experiences that made Swami my best friend and fostered my faith in Him.
I was studying my 11th standard. It was in the year 1998. I was relatively new to the concept of being a student. I had only one desire in my heart - to go near to Swami and become dear to Him. The journey had been quite eventful till then and it promised to get better and more profound. My first experience of His omniscience had me thrilled. Everyday, new concepts about God in general and Swami in specific were formed in me and old ones demolished. On the 22nd of July, 1998, I got a chance to experience His all-knowing nature, once again.
Before I dive into the happenings on that day, a brief note on faith. When it comes to matters of faith, Swami has always been very scientific. He says, “Come, see for yourself, experience and then develop faith.” Testing is allowed and the Lord is more than willing toundergo such tests by students, devotees and new comers. But He expects the tester to be scientific in accepting the results as well. Once something is proved, one is expected to develop faith. And that I think is not a huge ask.
For instance, when cars are crash-tested, it is not done on each and every car, every time. Once a car has withstood the crash-test, it is taken on faith that all the other cars too are strong. People just go ahead and drive knowing that in case of an accident, their car will stand by them. But with God, everyone seems to want to experience everything and then only think about faith. Swami encourages that, nevertheless. All He asks is, once you have experienced, develop faith. Do not get carried away by what others say or do for is it not your own experience?
Returning to the episode, the story begins in the post-lunch session of the classes. It was the biology practicals and we were doing an experiment entitled - Haemometer. The haemometer is a compact device to measure the haemoglobin levels in the blood. It is reliable and simple and consists of diluting one’s blood sample with distilled water till its color matches the color of a standard solution provided.
There was one classmate of mine of a small build. He was the first to do the test and his haemoglobin levels were detected to be around 14.8. Our teacher said that this was excellent. He then told us that for women a reading between 11-14 was good and for men, it was 12-16. I thought,
“If this puny guy has 14.8, my reading should be quite high.”
Eager to find out my haemoglobin levels, I did the test. To my shock, it showed 11.6 - the least in the entire class of 14. And I was the only one who did not seem to qualify being a ‘man’ as far as haemoglobin levels were concerned!
(Well, I have a slightly lesser haemoglobin count which the doctor has told me is perfectly normal in my case. It affects me in no way and so, I have accepted it now. I take no medication or diets for it. But back then, I thought I had some serious disease or affliction!)
The bad news was that the bell rang and the teacher did not have enough time to explain what the results meant. I was very worried. I told one of my friends that my haemometer might be problematic. We re-did the test. And the result was worse than before - 11.4! I mentally thought that with every passing minute, my haemoglobin was dying away! ( Feel like laughing about it now that a sampling error made me feel that I was going to die.)
As we walked back to the hostel, I was lost in thoughts. How was I to tell my parents that I seem to be suffering from some strange condition or disease? They would get scared. But I too was scared. I turned to Swami. I prayed,
“Swami, my haemoglobin levels are low and seem to be falling. Am I going to die? I don’t want to. I want this life so that I can get close to you. Please give me vibhuti and cure this ailment of mine.”
When I reached the hostel, everyone was talking about inviting Swami to the hostel. In fact, that had been the ‘happening’ thing in the hostel for the past one week. For the hostel anniversary, the students wanted Swami to come to hostel and everyone wrote letters, made cards and prayed verbally for the same. Today, a concerted effort along all fronts had been planned.
I joined the lines to the mandir. I carried a letter in my hand and a prayer in my heart. The letter and prayer were both not for His arrival to the hostel (what if I was not healthy enough to witness that?) but for my health. When we reached the Sai Kulwant hall, we saw that the students from the Institute had not yet arrived. As we were entering the mandir, the music filled the air and Swami glided out for darshan. Darshan was an ethereal experience (like always!). But those days, the Darshan had a distinct flavor of its own.
Since the huge marbled area in the centre of the hall was unoccupied, we rushed in and filled up the spaces meant for the Institute students. Today seemed to be a lucky day and many of us got to sit in the first lines. As Swami neared us, I thought of going up on my knees and asking for vibhuti. But, sadly for me, the theme of that day seemed to be Swami’s visit to the hostel. Every one who rose to speak with Him, only asked about His visit to the hostel. Swami kept walking and I did not deem it right to place my personal agenda before the hostel agenda.
And so, when He came right in front of me, I got up and said,
“Swami please come to the hostel.”
Swami’s reply was,
“Tomorrow, tomorrow...”
He moved on and I sat back. My medical letter remained in my pocket and the tragedy that I thought I was undergoing outweighed the joy of having spoken a few words with Him.
Swami moved a little ahead and I saw that He was circling His palm. He was creating vibhuti for some devotee.
Another small piece of information here. These were days when the students were allowed to carry handkerchiefs for Swami. Whenever He materialized vibhuti for someone, any student who had a handkerchief could go to Him and offer the same. Swami would wipe His hands on the handkerchief and the student would return to his place with the blessed piece of cloth in his hand.
I had a handkerchief in my pocket. As I saw Swami twirling His palm, I rushed to Him. Swami gave the vibhuti to the devotee. Then, He looked at me, kneeling by His side with a handkerchief in my hand. That look simply melted me. I wished I could merge in Him at that very instant. Much to my surprise, I found myself speaking in a mesmerised tone. As I offered the handkerchief, I said three words,
“ I love you.”
How else could I tell what was going on in me? If my ‘disease’ got worse and I would not be allowed to stay in the school and hostel, that was as good as death for me. So I thought that the most important thing to do was to tell Swami that I loved Him. Swami response was also in three words,
“Po, Po, Po” ( meaning, “Go, Go, Go”)
I returned to my place. A tear was forming in my eye. When you tell someone that you love them, you expect them to reciprocate. I did not think Swami would respond in this manner.
As I bent my head down, tears simply streamed from my eyes. No! They were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy because I saw Swami’s response.
Instead of wiping His hand on the kerchief, He had wiped the entire vibhuti on to the top of my hand!
I do not know about how that vibhuti changed my haemoglobin levels. But it instantly shot up my love levels for Him.
Source: aravindb1982
If you enjoyed reading this, you should try the following too:
1. The Shivarathri of my life...
2. Seek God and the rest will be conferred upon thee...
3. Cancer cancelled - Radical cure through faith therapy.
4. The handkerchief mischief of my sweet Lord.
OMSAIRAMMM...
OMSAIRAMMM...
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