Autobiograpy of Gyani Purush A M Patel

SR No.: 007539
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Dada Bhagwan
Publisher: Dada Bhagwan Foundation
Publication Year: 2005
Total Pages: 45
Language: English
Classification: Book_English & Akram Vigyan
File Size: 233 KB

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Autobiography of Gnani Purursh
Autobiography of Gnani Purursh directly see only the Soul in every being.
[2] Childhood Events Practice of Non-violence instilled by my Mother
My mother was thirty-six years older than me. One day I asked her if the bed bugs in the home bit her also. She replied, "My dear, yes they do. These poor bugs don't come with containers to carry away extra food with them. They eat their share and go away.' I said to myself, "Blessed is this mother and blessed also is the son born to such a mother'.
now on come home taking a beating but do not ever come home after beating anyone. I will nurse you and take care of you'. Such was her nobility. Now tell me, would such a mother not make a Mahavir out of a son? Such were the noble lessons she had instilled in me.
Who is The Loser in All This?
I used to let even the bed bugs bite me. I would tell the bug, Now that you are here, eat a full meal. Do not leave hungry'. This body of mine is a hotel. It is such that all must feel comfortable and none be hurt through it. This was the business of my hotel. Thus I have even fed bed bugs. Would anyone fine me if I did not? No! My sole intent was to attain the Self. I constantly observed the rules of not eating after dark, not eating root crops and drank boiled water. I had left no stone unturned in my spiritual efforts and therefore Akram Vignan came forth, a science that will purify the whole world.
My Mother Taught me Never to Hit Back
Sometimes I used to sulk when I was young. Once when I had sulked, although not for too long, I analyzed it and I realized that ultimately I was the loser. From there on I had decided no matter what others did to me, I would not sulk. That day because of my sulking, I lost my share of the morning milk. I reflected on the events of that day and came to the final conclusion that I had gained nothing by sulking.
Once I told my mother that she was treating my sisterin-law Diwalibhabhi the same as me by giving her the same amount of milk as she gave me and that she should give her less. I told her that I was satisfied with the amount she gave me and that I was not asking her for more but I wanted her to reduce the amount she gave to Diwalibhabhi. My mother told me, 'You have your mother here, whereas she does not have hers. So I have to give her the same amount otherwise she will feel bad.' I was still not satisfied but mother kept explaining things to me trying to make me understand. She kept patching up situations. One day I threw a tantrum but in the end I lost out. I then told myself I should not be awkward again.
Clear Understanding At A Very Tender Age
When I was twelve, my kanthi snapped (kanthi -a necklace of tiny wooden beads usually given to a disciple by his guru in exchange for loyalty to the guru and his teachings). My mother suggested that we should go and tie another kanthi. I
My mother was very noble and she taught me the highest lessons of life. One day when I was very young I came home after a fight with another boy. I had beaten him and he was bleeding. When my mother found out she took me aside and told me, "My dear that little boy is bleeding. Suppose someone were to hurt you and you were to bleed, would I not have to nurse you and take care of your bleeding? Would his mother not be nursing his wounds at this moment? And just imagine how much that poor boy must be crying from the pain. So from