Gurudev Ke Saath

Author(s): Gurdial Mallikji, Pratap J Tolia, Sumitra P Toliya
Publisher: Vardhaman Bharati International Foundation

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unity is that - Internal Unity! External unity can be broken. The differences of the HIGH and LOW do not exist, where there is such a unity.
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When we deeply, heartily pray, which is a way of seeking, that -
"Give me strength that I do not bow before a power-monger, I treat the poors as mine and do not keep them away. They are mine. I do not indulge in verbousity. Create example through actual service...."
And after such a prayer and seekings, when that Beloved comes -- like a thief, hidingly, slowly . slowly knocking the door, and when we ask -
"WHO...? ... WHO IS THERE ...?"
At that time, someone else which resides WITHIN us, misguides us and tells -
"IT MAY BE WIND.....!"
Again we ask:
"WHO? WHO IS THERE?"
Again someone replies:
"SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE COME...... LET IT GO..." And then HE encircles us. We remain asleep, Intellect doesn't allow HIM to come near us and HE goes back! The BELOVED who had silently come after long long LONGINGS, return back leaving us brooding in separation!!
Well, there is the need of such experiences too. The love for that BELOVED becomes pure by burning into the fire of brooding in separation. HE is away, HE is separated from us, when we brood then love becomes pious by that brooding and burning. Gold attains purity by burning into fire only. Matter of experience is this! Someone had come, we remained sleeping, he went away and we remained brooding!
"IT SEEMED THERE WERE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR AND WE SAID IT WAS NOTHING BUT . THE WIND. WE PUT OUT THE LAMPS AND LAY DOWN TO SLEEP. ONLY SOME SAID, 'IT IS THE MESSENGER!' WE LAUGHED AND SAID 'NO, IT MUST BE THE WIND!'".
"THERE CAME A SOUND IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. WE SLEEPILY THOUGHT IT WAS THE DISTANT THUNDER. THE EARTH SHOOK, THE WALLS ROCKED, AND IT TROUBLED US IN OUR SLEEP. ONLY SOME SAID, IT WAS THE SOUND OF WHEELS. WE SAID IN A DROWSY MURMUR, 'NO. IT MUST BE THE RUMBLING OF CLOUDS!".
[--GITANJALI: 51: The English Writing of Rabindranath Tagore, Vol 1, poem, pp 59]
Ego & pride are filled up in our vein to vein so much, that when we go to meet Beloved or Person of Faith, they do not remain without coming out. When we enstroped and examine ourself, we will find that we go on telling every body that,
"We also had gone to perform his POOJA, we also met him......."
What is this other than Ego?
We have to confess that he (Ego) was hidden. He is a big Manifold (BAHUROOPI) Thief. We know not when, in which enchanting form he will appear and intrude in us. This Ego, this Pride only binds us. When we will have this knowledge, the Truth of life, even a little, will be understood. Until then there is the
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