Oh Sai Baba, we wave lights before you, the bestower of happiness to the Jivas. Give us - Your servants and devotees rest under the dust of your Feet, burning desires. Oh Kind-hearted, Your power is such! meditation on Your name removes our fear of the Sansar. Oh God of Gods, I pray that, let my treasure be the service of Your Feet. Feed Madhav (the composer of this arati) with happiness as the cloud feeds the Chatak bird with pure water, and thus keep up Your Word.
“If you take a risk for Krishna,” Prabhupada said, “even if you stand to lose everything, Krishna comes to help and protect. Just like Arjuna. Because Krishna was there with him on the battlefield, he came out victorious. Krishna always protects his devotee.”…Don’t fret, he said, or think you have to find solutions on your own. Your talent is not ordinary karma. It has a special purpose and Krishna will help you to fulfill it....."
When a dear one dies, instead of grieving unreasonably, realize that he has gone on to a higher plane at the will of God, and that God knows what is best for him. Rejoice that he is free. Pray that your love and goodwill be messengers of encouragement to him on his forward path. This attitude is much more helpful. Of course, we would not be human if we did not miss loved ones; but in feeling lonesome for them we don't want selfish attachment to be the cause of keeping them earthbound. Extreme sorrow prevents a departed soul from going ahead toward greater peace and freedom.
Most of the people living on earth today were not here a hundred years ago. Others were here before us. And we who are now walking the streets of the world will not be here a hundred years hence. It will be all over for us, and the new generation will not give us a thought. They will feel, as we do now, that this world belongs to them; but one by one they too will all be taken away. Death must be good, otherwise God would not have ordained that it happen to everyone. Why live in fear of it?
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When you reflect that this world is filled with death, and that your body, too, has to be relinquished, God's plan seems very cruel. You can't imagine that He is merciful. But when you look at the process of death with the eye of wisdom, you see that after all it is merely a thought of God passing through a nightmare of change into blissful freedom in Him again. Saint and sinner alike are given freedom at death, to a greater or lesser degree according to merit. In the Lord's dream astral world"*— the land to which souls go at death—they enjoy a freedom such as they never knew during their earthly life. So don't pity the person who is passing through the delusion of death, for in a little while he will be free. Once he gets out of that delusion, he sees that death was not so bad after all. He realizes his mortality was only a dream and rejoices that now no fire can burn him, no water can drown him; he is free and safe.
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Death is not a blotting-out of existence, a final escape from life; nor is death the door to immortality. He who has fled his Self in earthly joys will not recapture It amidst the gossamer charms of an astral world. There he merely accumulates finer perceptions and more sensitive responses to the beautiful and the good, which are one. It is on the anvil of this gross earth that struggling man must hammer out the imperishable gold of spiritual identity.
Take life as it comes and death as it comes. Death is really beautiful; if it were a bad thing, God would not let it happen to us. It is really freedom, an entry into another, higher life. We must utilize this life in order to realize the life beyond this one. Beyond this earth garden is the infinite land wherein we meet those whom we have thought lost. Although we must not seek death, when it comes we should know that it is the final examination for a great reward.
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To the last day of your life, be positive; try to be cheerful. Even at the very end, don't think, "I am finished." Instead of pitying yourself, you should be thinking, "O ye who are left on this desolate shore still to mourn and deplore, it is I who pity you." Death will not give you any trouble if you have a clear conscience; and if you go with this thought: "Lord, I am in Thy hands."
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Dismiss this phantasma of disease and health, sorrow and joy. Rise above it. Become the Self. Watch the show of the universe, but do not become absorbed in it. Many times I have seen my body gone from this world.
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Death is not as terrible as you think. It comes to you as a healer. Sleep is nothing but a counterfeit death. What happens in death we can picture in sleep. All our sufferings vanish in sleep. When death comes, all our mortal tortures cease; they cannot go beyond the portals of death.
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From joy people are born; for joy they live; in joy they melt at death. Death is an ecstasy, for it removes the burden of the body and frees the soul of all pain springing from body identification. It is the cessation of pain and sorrow.
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At physical death man loses his consciousness of the flesh and becomes conscious of his astral body in the astral world. Thus physical death is astral birth. Later, he passes from the consciousness of luminous astral birth to the consciousness of dark astral death and awakens in a new physical body. Thus astral death is physical birth. These recurrent cycles of physical and astral encasements are the ineluctable destiny of all unenlightened men.
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Natural death — that is, in old age, or whenever the soul is ready to change its mortal form — is just like the falling of ripe fruit from the tree, of its own accord, without the resistance that green fruit exhibits when being pulled down by a storm or other great force. But in premature death—through disease, accident, or other causes — the soul puts up strong resistance; hence acute agony is witnessed in the body.* In this tumult and struggle of consciousness, there is a great sorrow, a sense of helplessness; and the soul's deluded nature finally becomes unconscious as death occurs, like the onset of deep sleep.** This helplessness during death is mistakenly supposed by some to be a punishment from God. As a matter of fact, it is just a working out of the soul's persistent, self-created bad habit of being identified with change, instead of regarding bodily changes as a means of expressing itself
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A dervish who had traveled long and hard through the desert finally came to civilization after a long journey. The village was called Sandy Hills, and it was dry and hot… . The dervish politely asked … where he could find food and lodging for the night. “Well,” said the man, scratching his head, “we don’t have such a place in our village, but I am sure Shakir would be happy to provide for you tonight.” Then the man gave directions to the ranch owned by Shakir, whose name means “one who thanks the Lord constantly.” …… As it turned out, Shakir was a very hospitable and kind person. He insisted that the dervish stay a couple of days in his house….At the end of his stay, they even supplied him with plenty of food and water for the journey. On his way back to the desert, the dervish could not help puzzling over the meaning of Shakir’s last words at the time of farewell. The dervish had said, “Thank God that you are well off.”… Shakir had replied, “Don’t be fooled by appear- ances, for this too shall pass.”
During his years on the Sufi path the dervish had come to understand that anything he heard or saw during his journey offered a lesson to be learned and thus was worthy of contemplation. In fact, that was the reason he had undertaken the journey in the first place—to learn more… .And so he passed five more years of traveling to different lands, meeting new people, and learning from his experiences along the way. Every adventure offered a new lesson to be learned… .
One day, the dervish found himself returning to Sandy Hills, the same village at which he had stopped a few years before. He remembered his friend Shakir and asked after him. “He lives in the neighboring village, ten miles from here. He now works for Haddad,” a villager answered… . Happy at the prospect of seeing Shakir again, [the dervish] rushed toward the neighboring village. At Haddad’s marvelous home, the dervish was greeted by Shakir, who looked much older now and was dressed in rags. “What happened to you?” the dervish wanted to know. Shakir replied that a flood … had left him with no cattle and no house. So he and his family had become servants of Haddad… . This turn of fortune, however, had not changed the kind and friendly manner of Shakir and his family. They graciously took care of the dervish … and gave him food and water before he left. As he was leaving, the dervish said, “I am so sorry for what has happened to you and your fam- ily. I know that God has a reason for what He does.” “Oh, but remember, this too shall pass.”Shakir’s voice kept echoing in the dervish’s ears. The man’s smiling face and calm spirit never left his mind… .…
The dervish traveled to India. Upon returning to his homeland, Persia, he decided to visit Shakir one more time… . But instead of finding his friend Shakir there, he was shown a modest grave with the inscription, “This too shall pass.” … “Riches come and go,” thought the dervish to himself, “but how can a tomb change?”
From that time on, the dervish made it a point to visit the tomb of his friend every year… . However, on one of his visits, he found the cemetery and the grave gone, washed away by the flood… . He lifted his head to the sky and, as if discovering a greater meaning, … said, “This too shall pass.”
When the dervish had finally become too old to travel, he decided to settle down… . People came from all over to have the benefit of his wisdom. Eventually his fame spread to the king’s great advisor, who happened to be looking for someone with great wisdom.The fact was, the king desired a ring be made for him. The ring was to be a special one: it was to carry an inscription such that if the king was sad, he could look at the ring and it would make him happy,and if he was happy, … it would make him sad… . Many men and women came forward with suggestions for the ring, but the king liked none of them. So the advisor wrote to the dervish … ask-ing for help… . A few days later, an emerald ring was made and presented to the king. The king, who had been depressed for days, reluctantly put the ring on his finger… . Then he started to smile, and a few mo- ments later, he was laughing loudly. On the ring were inscribed the words, “This too shall pass.”
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"SHIRDI SAI BABA ~UDI~MANTRAS"
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Udi or Vibhuti is the ash from the fire in a Shirdi Sai Baba temple,also called Sai Dhuni the forever burning fire.Numerous miracles have been reported in respect of people applying this holy ash on their bodies and this is as a prasadam also taken with water,it is said to cure all the personal problems as well as physical and mental ailments with this blessed ash.The following mantras are meant to be recited while applying the sacred Udi taken from Shirdi or any other Sai Baba temple.
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"Shirdi Sai Baba ~Udi~Mantra"
Mahograha Peedham Mahotpaatha Peedham
Maharooga Peedham Mahateevra Peedham
Haratyaasutey Dwarakamayi Bhasma Namasthey
Guru Sreshta Saieshwaraaya
Sreekaram Nityam Subhakaaram
Paramam Pavithram Mahapapaharam
Baba Vibhutim Dharayamyaham
Paramam Pavithram Baba Vibhutim
Paramam Vichithram Leela Vibhutim
Paramartha Ishtaartha Moksha Pradhaatim
Baba Vibhutim Idamasrayami Sai Vibhutim Idamasrayami
ll Om Shri Satchidananda Sadguru Sainathaya Namaha ll
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"शिर्डी साईं बाबा ~उधि~ मंत्र"
महोग्रह पीद्हम महोत्पाथा पीद्हम
महारूगा पीद्हम
मातीवर पीद्हम हरात्यासुतेय द्वारकामाई भस्म नमस्ते
गुरु श्रेष्ट सैएश्वराया
स्रीकाराम नित्यं सुभाकारम
परमं पविथ्रम महापापहरं
बाबा विभुतिम धरयाम्यहम
परमं पविथ्रम बाबा विभुतिम
परमं विचिथ्रम लीला विभुतिम
परमार्थ इश्तार्था मोक्ष प्रधातिम
बाबा विभुतिम इदामास्रायामी साईं विभुतिम इदामास्रायामी
ll ॐ श्री सत्चिदानान्दा सद्गुरु सैनाथाया नमः ll
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"Shirdi Sai Baba ~Udi~ mantra"
Paramam Pavithram Baba Vibhuthim
Paramam Vichitram Leela Vibhuthim
Paramartha Ishtartha Moksha Pradhanam
Baba Vibhuthim Idam Asrayami
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"शिर्डी साईं बाबा ~उधि~मंत्र"
परमम् पविथ्रम बाबा विभुथिम
परमम् विचित्रं लीला विभुथिम
परमार्थ इश्तार्था मोक्ष प्रधानम
बाबा विभुथिम इदं अस्रयामी°
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सदगुरू साईं नाथ महाराज की जय
कष्टों की काली छाया दुखदायी है, जीवन में घोर उदासी लायी है l
संकट को तालो साईं दुहाई है, तेरे सिवा न कोई सहाई है l
मेरे मन तेरी मूरत समाई है, हर पल हर शन महिमा गायी है l
घर मेरे कष्टों की आंधी आई है,आपने क्यूँ मेरी सुध भुलाई है l
तुम भोले नाथ हो दया निधान हो,तुम हनुमान हो तुम बलवान हो l
तुम्ही राम और श्याम हो,सारे जग त में तुम सबसे महान हो l
तुम्ही महाकाली तुम्ही माँ शारदे,करता हूँ प्रार्थना भव से तार दे l
तुम्ही मोहमद हो गरीब नवाज़ हो,नानक की बानी में ईसा के साथ हो l
तुम्ही दिगम्बर तुम्ही कबीर हो,हो बुध तुम्ही और महावीर हो l
सारे जगत का तुम्ही आधार हो,निराकार भी और साकार हो l
करता हूँ वंदना प्रेम विशवास से,सुनो साईं अल्लाह के वास्ते l
अधरों पे मेरे नहीं मुस्कान है,घर मेरा बनने लगा शमशान है l
रहम नज़र करो उज्ढ़े वीरान पे,जिंदगी संवरेगी एक वरदान से l
पापों की धुप से तन लगा हारने,आपका यह दास लगा पुकारने l
आपने सदा ही लाज बचाई है,देर न हो जाये मन शंकाई है l
धीरे-धीरे धीरज ही खोता है,मन में बसा विशवास ही रोता है l
मेरी कल्पना साकार कर दो,सूनी जिंदगी में रंग भर दो l
ढोते-ढोते पापों का भार जिंदगी से,मैं गया हार जिंदगी से l
नाथ अवगुण अब तो बिसारो,कष्टों की लहर से आके उबारो l
करता हूँ पाप मैं पापों की खान हूँ,ज्ञानी तुम ज्ञानेश्वर मैं अज्ञान हूँ l
करता हूँ पग-पग पर पापों की भूल मैं,तार दो जीवन ये चरणों की धूल से l
तुमने ऊजरा हुआ घर बसाया,पानी से दीपक भी तुमने जलाया l
तुमने ही शिरडी को धाम बनाया,छोटे से गाँव में स्वर्ग सजाया l
कष्ट पाप श्राप उतारो,प्रेम दया दृष्टि से निहारो l
आपका दास हूँ ऐसे न टालिए,गिरने लगा हूँ साईं संभालिये l
साईजी बालक मैं अनाथ हूँ,तेरे भरोसे रहता दिन रात हूँ l
जैसा भी हूँ , हूँ तो आपका,कीजे निवारण मेरे संताप का l
तू है सवेरा और मैं रात हूँ,मेल नहीं कोई फिर भी साथ हूँ l
साईं मुझसे मुख न मोड़ो,बीच मझधार अकेला न छोड़ो l
आपके चरणों में बसे प्राण है,तेरे वचन मेरे गुरु समान है l
आपकी राहों पे चलता दास है,ख़ुशी नहीं कोई जीवन उदास है l
आंसू की धारा में डूबता किनारा,जिंदगी में दर्द , नहीं गुज़ारा l
लगाया चमन तो फूल खिलायो,फूल खिले है तो खुशबू भी लायो l
कर दो इशारा तो बात बन जाये,जो किस्मत में नहीं वो मिल जाये l
बीता ज़माना यह गाके फ़साना,सरहदे ज़िन्दगी मौत तराना l
देर तो हो गयी है अंधेर ना हो,फ़िक्र मिले लकिन फरेब ना हो l
देके टालो या दामन बचा लो,हिलने लगी रहनुमाई संभालो l
तेरे दम पे अल्लाह की शान है,सूफी संतो का ये बयान है l
गरीबों की झोली में भर दो खजाना,ज़माने के वली करो ना बहाना l
दर के भिखारी है मोहताज है हम,शंहंशाये आलम करो कुछ करम l
तेरे खजाने में अल्लाह की रहमत,तुम सदगुरू साईं हो समरथ l
आये हो धरती पे देने सहारा,करने लगे क्यूँ हमसे किनारा l
जब तक ये ब्रह्मांड रहेगा,साईं तेरा नाम रहेगा l
चाँद सितारे तुम्हे पुकारेंगे,जन्मोजनम हम रास्ता निहारेंगे l
आत्मा बदलेगी चोले हज़ार,हम मिलते रहेंगे बारम्बार l
आपके कदमो में बैठे रहेंगे,दुखड़े दिल के कहते रहेंगे l
आपकी मर्जी है दो या ना दो,हम तो कहेंगे दामन ही भर दो l
तुम हो दाता हम है भिखारी,सुनते नहीं क्यूँ अर्ज़ हमारी l
अच्छा चलो एक बात बता दो,क्या नहीं तुम्हारे पास बता दो l
जो नहीं देना है इनकार कर दो,ख़तम ये आपस की तकरार कर दो l
लौट के खाली चला जायूँगा,फिर भी गुण तेरे गायूँगा l
जब तक काया है तब तक माया है,इसी में दुखो का मूल समाया है l
सबकुछ जान के अनजान हूँ मैं,अल्लाह की तू शान तेरी शान हूँ मैं l
तेरा करम सदा सब पे रहेगा,ये चक्र युग-युग चलता रहेगा l
जो प्राणी गायेगा साईं तेरा नाम,उसको मुक्ति मिले पहुंचे परम धाम l
ये मंत्र जो प्राणी नित दिन गायेंगे,राहू , केतु , शनि निकट ना आयेंगे l
टाल जायेंगे संकट सारे,घर में वास करें सुख सारे l
जो श्रधा से करेगा पठन,उस पर देव सभी हो प्रस्सन l
रोग समूल नष्ट हो जायेंगे,कष्ट निवारण मंत्र जो गायेंगे l
चिंता हरेगा निवारण जाप,पल में दूर हो सब पाप l
जो ये पुस्तक नित दिन बांचे,श्री लक्ष्मीजी घर उसके सदा विराजे l
ज्ञान , बुधि प्राणी वो पायेगा,कष्ट निवारण मंत्र जो धयायेगा l
ये मंत्र भक्तों कमाल करेगा,आई जो अनहोनी तो टाल देगा l
भूत-प्रेत भी रहेंगे दूर ,इस मंत्र में साईं शक्ति भरपूर l
जपते रहे जो मंत्र अगर,जादू-टोना भी हो बेअसर l
इस मंत्र में सब गुण समाये,ना हो भरोसा तो आजमाए l
ये मंत्र साईं वचन ही जानो,सवयं अमल कर सत्य पहचानो l
संशय ना लाना विशवास जगाना,ये मंत्र सुखों का है खज़ाना l
इस पुस्तक में साईं का वास,जय साईं श्री साईं जय जय साईं l
IN ENGLISH
Kashton ki kali chaya dukhdayi hai,Jeewan me ghor udasi layi hai l
Sankat ko talo sai duhai hai.Tere siwa na koi sahayi hai l
Mere man teri surat samai hai ,Har pal har kshan mahima gayi hai l
Ghar mere kashton ki aandhi aayi hai,Aapne kyun meri sudh bhulayi hai l
Tum bholenaath ho daya nidhan ho,Tum hanuman ho maha balwan ho l
Tumhi ram aur shyam ho,Saare jagat mein tum sabse mahan ho l
Tumhi mahakali tumhi maa shaarde,Karta hoon prarthna bhav se taar de l
Tumhi mohhammad ho gareeb nawaz ho,Nanak ki vani mein eesa ke saath ho l
Tumhi digambar tumhi kabir ho,Ho budh tumhi aur mahaveer ho l
Saare jagat ka tumhi aadhar ho,Niraakar bhi aur saakar ho l
Karta hu vandana prem vishwas se,suno sai allah ke vaste l
adharo pe mere nhi muskaan hai,Ghar mera banna laga shamshan hai l
Reham nazar karo ujre viran pe,Zindagi sawaregi ek vardan se l
Paapo ki dhoop se tan laga haarne,Aapka ye das laga pukaarne l
Aapne sada hi laaj bachayi hai,Der na ho jaaye man shankayi hai l
Dheere dheere dheeraj hi khota hai, Man me basa vishwas hi rota hai l
Meri kalpana saakar kar do,Sooni zindagi me rang bhar do l
Dhote dhote paapon ka bhaar zindagi se,Main gaya haar zindagi se l
Naath avgun ab to bisaaro,Kashton ki lehar se aake ubaaro l
Karta hu paap main paapo ki khan hu,Gyani tum gyaneshwar main agyan hu l
Karta hu pag pag par paapo ki bhool main,Taar do jeewan charno ki dhool se l
Tumne ujda hua ghar basaya,Paani se Deepak bhi tumne jalaya l
Tumne hi shirdi ko dhaam banaya,Chhote se gaon mein swarg sajaya l
Kasht paap shrap utaro,Prem daya drishti se nihaaro l
Aapka daas hu aise naa taaliye,Girne laga hu sai sambhaliye l
Saiji balak main anaath hu,Tere bharose rehta din raat hu l
Jaisa bhi hoon, hoon to aapka,Keeje nivaran mere santaap ka l
Tu hai sawera aur main raat hoon,Mel nhi koi phir bhi saath hoon l
Saiji mujhse mukh naa modo,Beech majhdaar akela na chodo l
Aapke charno mein base pran hain,Tere vachan mere guru saman hain l
Aapki raah pe chalta daas hai,Khushi nhi koi jeewan udas hai l
Aansoo ki dhaara mein doobta kinaara,Zindagi mein dard , nhi guzaara l
Lagaya chaman to phool khilaao,Phool khile hai to khushboo bhi laao l
Kar do ishara to baat ban jaye,Jo kismat me nhi wo mil jaaye l
Beeta zamana ye gaake fasana,Sarhade zindagi maut tarana l
Der to ho gayi hai andher na ho,Fikr mile lekin fareb na ho l
Deke taalo ya daaman bacha lo,Hilne lagi rehnumayi sambhalo l
Tere dam pe allah ki shaan hai,Sufi santon ka ye bayan hai l
Gareebon ki jholi me bhar do khazana,Zamane ke wli na karo bahana l
Dar ke bhikhari hain mohtaaj hain hum,Shehenshahe aalam karo kuch karam l
Tere khazaane mein allah ki rehmat,Tum sadguru saiji ho samarth l
Aaye ho dharti pe dene sahara,Karne lage kyun humse kinaara l
Jab tak ye brahmand rahega,Sai tera naam rahega l
Chaand sitare tumhe pukaarenge,Janmojanam hum rasta nihaarenge l
Aatma badlegi chole hazar,Hum milte rahenge baarambar l
Aapke kadmo mein baithe rahenge,Dukhde dil ke kehete rahenge l
Aapki marzi hai do ya na do,Hum to kahenge daaman hi bhar do l
Tum ho data hum hain bhikhaari,Sunte nhi kyun araz hmari l
Achchha chalo ek baat bta do,Kya nhi tumhaare paas bta do l
Jo nhi dena hai inkaar kar do,Khatam ye aapas ki takrar kar do l
Laut k khali chala jaaunga,Phir bhi gun tere gaaunga l
Jab tak kaaya hai tab tak maaya hai,Isi mein dukhon ka mool samaya hai l
Sab kuch jaan ke anjaan hu main,Allah ki tu shaan teri shaan hu main l
Tera karam sada sabpe rahega,Ye chakra yug yug chalta rahega l
Jo prani gayega saiji tera naam,Usko mukti mile pahuche param dhaam l
Ye mantra jo praani nit din gaayege,Raahu ketu shaani nikat na aayenge l
Tal jaayenge sankat saare,Ghar mein vaas Karen sukh saare l
Jo shraddha se karega pathan,Us par dev sabhi ho prasann l
Rog samool nasht ho jayenge,Kasht nivaaran mantra jo gaayenge l
Chinta harega nivaran jaap,Pal mein door ho sab paap l
Jo ye pustak nit din baanche,Shri lakhmi ji ghar uske sada viraaje l
Gyan buddhi praani wo paayega,Kasht nivaran mantra jo dhyayega l
Ye mantra bhakto kamal karega,Aayi jo anhoni to taal dega l
Bhoot prêt bhi rahenge door,Is mantra mein sai shakti bharpoor l
Japte rahe jo mantra agar,Jaado tona bhi ho beasar l
Is mantra mein sab gun samaye,Na ho bharosa to aazmaye l
Ye mantra saiji vachan hi jaano,Swayam amal kar satya pehchaano l
Sanshay na laana vishwas jagana,Ye mantr sukhon ka hai khazana l
Is pustak mein sai ka vas,Jai sai shri sai jai jai sai l
OM SAI RAM
आरती श्री हनुमानजी
आरती कीजै हनुमान लला की। दुष्ट दलन रघुना कला की
जाके बल से गिरिवर कांपे। रोग दोष जा निकट न झांके
अंजनि पुत्र महा बलदाई। सन्तन के प्रभु सद सहाई॥
दे बीरा रघुनाथ पठाए। लंका जारि सिया सुध लाए॥
लंका सो कोट समुद्र-सी खाई। जात पवनसु बार न लाई
लंका जारि असुर संहारे। सियारामजी के का सवारे॥
लक्ष्मण मूर्छित पड़े सकारे। आनि संजीवन प्रा उबारे॥
पैठि पाताल तोरि जम-कारे। अहिरावण क भुजा उखारे
बाएं भुजा असुरदल मारे। दाहिने भुजा संतज तारे॥
सुर नर मुनि आरती उतारें। जय जय जय हनुमा उचारें॥
कंचन थार कपूर लौ छाई। आरती करत अंजन माई॥
जो हनुमानजी की आरती गावे। बसि बैकुण् परम पद पावे
~Gentleness~
If trees had souls, the quality most attributable to them would be gentleness. Gentleness is not a lack of strength but a quality which doesn’t disturb, doesn’t push, yet knows its power and can provide shelter. There are souls who are like tress, enormous in their thinking and yet completely gentle.
~Constancy~
There is a part of you that is perfect and pure. It is untouched by the less than perfect characteristics you’ve acquired by living in a less than perfect world. It is filled with divine qualities, so is in a constant state of resourcefulness and well-being. Its total absence of conflict and negativity of any sort makes this part of you a Still-Point…a deep, enriching experience of Silence. Make time to practice reaching this inner place of Silence. It will bring you untold benefit.
Acceptance is the secret of contentment. Appreciation is the secret of happiness.
Courage
Do not become discouraged in the face of adversity. Understand that the bigger the heart, the bigger the obstacles it is asked to accomodate.
"Moi Vinni~Papa...You taught moi to endure everything in silence without complaining. So I perceived all that was happening to moi in life,all the overwhelming troubles that struck not as a punishment but as penance of moi past life karmas.Its because of you i have developed a very good attitude towards adversity, and have realized that this is a test and a pre~condition that a serious seeker has to undergo to establish firm faith in their divine~guru and this is quite a definite method of discarding an ego.Through the worst adversities and pains,you made moi learn to unconditionally accept God as the Supreme Power in the Universe,the real maker and doer of all things seen and unseen.Suffering through the devastating blow of your going,I feel I'am being bleached and purified,so i surrender willingly at his holy feet,to be recharged and energized by Divine Light towards moi liberation.
Papa...I now Listen for the Sound of your messages in everything i now encounter.Your last words(quote) of courage to moi were....
"You may be the only person left who believes in you, but it's enough. It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness, Never give up....darling Dipssy of mine
जाने वो कौन सा देश
जहाँ तुम चले गए
इस दिल पे लगा के ठेस
जाने वो…
एक आह भरी होगी
हमने ना सुनी होगी
जाते जाते तुमने
आवाज़ तो दी होगी
हर वक़्त यही है गम
उस वक़्त कहाँ थे हम
कहाँ तुम चले गए
हर चीज़ पे अश्कों से
लिखा है तुम्हारा नाम
ये रस्ते घर गलियाँ
तुम्हें कर ना सके सलाम
हाय दिल में रह गई बात
जल्दी से छुड़ा कर हाथ
कहाँ तुम चले गए
अब यादों के कांटे
इस दिल में चुभते हैं
ना दर्द ठहरता है
ना आंसू रुकते हैं
तुम्हें ढूंढ रहा है प्यार
हम कैसे करें इकरार
के हाँ तुम चले गए
Buddha seemed quite unruffled by the insults hurled at him by a visitor. When his disciples later asked him what the secret of his serenity was, he said:
“Imagine what would happen if someone placed an offering before you and you did not pick it up. Or someone sent you a letter that you refused to open; you would be unaffected by its contents, would you not? Do this each time you are abused and you will not lose your serenity.”
~Taken from ~
"The Heart of the Enlightened"
【"a book of spiritual stories by Anthony de Mello.】
Prem means love and patanga is a special moth that is very much attracted to fire, flame, and whenever there is flame the moth will come and jump into it. Its only love is fire. And hence the name 'patanga' has become a metaphor in the east -- a metaphor for the lover. A lover has to be like the moth -- ready to jump into fire, ready to die, ready to disappear. God is the flame and the seeker has to be the moth... if It is there, it is just like a small drop; it can become an ocean, it can become bigger than you. And when it is bigger than you and when you are drowned in it, you have arrived. It is there just like a small drop trickling but it can grow: all great rivers arise out of a small drop trickling. The ocean is nothing but drops and drops and drops. Right now it is a small drop like a small seed but it can become a big tree. One just has to be a little more careful about it, more conscious of it, more protective of it. It can be destroyed by carelessness; many people's love for god is destroyed by carelessness… Prem Birgitta. Prem means love; birgitta means strength, power, energy. Love makes you strong, makes you powerful, because love transforms your possibilities into actualities. It transforms the seed into a sprout, it transforms the potential into the real. Without love one is empty, with love one is overflowing. Without love one is a beggar, with love one is an emperor…
There is a parable in Friedrich Nietzsche’s ‘Thus spake Zarathustra’…. Zarathustra comes down from the mountains and he meets an old hermit who is praying to god.
Zarathustra laughs and says, “Have you not heard the news that god is dead? To whom are you praying? You surprise me! Have you not heard the news — that god is dead?”The hermit is puzzled. What nonsense is this man talking?
The hermit is shocked and doesn’t say a single word. Zarathustra looks at him and he says, “It seems I have come a little early; the news has not arrived. And the wonder of wonder is that it is you people who have killed him… and yet the news has not arrived? Man has killed god and the news has not yet reached man. It takes time…”And Zarathustra is right , somewhere in the unconscious, man has killed god. Not that he has killed god , how can you kill god? but he has become godless, that is the meaning.
And it is not suddenly this century that has become godless, it has been coming and coming for three, four centuries. For three, four centuries the human unconscious has been preparing the ground for godlessness.Marx and Freud and all kinds and all sorts of people have been working hard to make man godless. And now when it has happened even man is puzzled, even priests are puzzled ,and they have been the murderers. They are puzzled, very much puzzled: what has happened?
Their hands are red with god’s blood, they are the most responsible people, but even they are puzzled because the news has not reached them yet.
*Far Beyond the Stars*
(A Darshan Diary)
Long ago, there lived a rich old man who was a lecher and skinflint by nature. He lusted after pleasure but couldn’t bear to part with his money.One twilit evening, with the clouds tinged a delicate rosy shade and a light breeze blowing, the old man was in his garden. The cones on the old pine tree rustled gently and, in this scene of tranquility, the old miser was overcome by a hankering for lamb.Suddenly, a brainwave! He had an idea how to eat as much lamb as he wanted without paying for it and without losing face.The old man told his servant to bring his sons to him. When his sons arrived, they found their father in a posture of prayer, solemnly intoning, “Tree Spirit! Tree Spirit! Please continue to bless this house! Please bless us! Please bless us!”Then, the old man turned around and exclaimed, “My sons! Why are we so blessed? Verily because of this old pine tree! You should offer sacrifices to the Tree Spirit every year.” The young men followed their father’s injunction, and immediately slaughtered a great number of lambs, and moreover, built a shrine for offering sacrifices to the Tree Spirit. As he had intended, the old man was soon supping on lamb and felt most satisfied with himself.Year by year, the old man weakened, and at last he fell gravely ill. Just before the end, he dreamed that a herd of sheep came and demanded his life. As a result, in his next life he became a lamb in his very own flock of sheep.When the day of worship came round again, the old man’s sons chose to sacrifice the lamb which was actually their father’s new incarnation. Only now did remorse enter the old man’s heart: “My sons! This old pine tree is just an old pine tree. I just wanted to satisfy my appetite. Please don’t keep piling wrong on wrong; otherwise, there can be no escape from suffering.” Just at the moment the old man’s sons picked up their butcher’s knives, an Arhat passed by begging for food and prevented the slaughter.
Pointing to the lamb, the Arhat said, “Don’t kill it! This lamb is your father!”Through divine power, the sons saw the lamb’s previous incarnation. Seeing this, the old man’s sons could not contain their tears and swore the oath, “From now on, I will never kill! I will only do good deeds to plant the fields of blessings, and make offerings to the Three Jewels.”
【Unknown】
A man used to call every night to God and he would pray the same prayer. Again and again he would ask, “Do one favor for me, at least one favor — and I have been asking my whole life. As far as I can see, I am the most miserable man on the earth. Why have you chosen me to be the most miserable? I am ready to exchange my misery with anybody else, anybody will do — just let me exchange my misery with somebody else. I don’t ask for bliss. Can’t you give me only this single opportunity to exchange my misery with somebody else? This is not asking much!”And one night in a dream he saw God had spoken. A great voice came from the heavens saying, “Gather all of your miseries into bundles and bring them to the temple hall.”So the whole town gathers their miseries into big bundles and they bring them. This man is tremendously happy: “So the moment has come! It seems something is going to happen!”He rushes with his bundle. On the way he finds others also are rushing. By the time he reaches to the temple he becomes afraid, very afraid, because he sees people are carrying bigger bundles than his. People that he had always seen smiling — Rotarians, Lions — in beautiful clothes and always saying nice things to each other, and they are carrying bigger bundles! He starts becoming a little hesitant whether to go or not to go, but he has been praying his whole life, so he says, “Let us see what happens.”
They enter into the temple. The voice says, “Put your bundles around the hall.” They put their bundles, and the voice says again, “Now you can choose any bundle that you like.”And the miracle of miracles happens: everybody rushes to his own bundle! This man also rushes so fast towards his own bundle, afraid that if somebody else chooses it then he will be at a loss. Everybody has chosen his own bundle, with great relief and they are all happy, carrying their bundles back to their homes. Even this man is very happy, for the simple reason that “Who knows what is in the other’s bundle? At least we are aware of our own bundle and what it contains. And we have become accustomed, we have become adjusted to our misery.”
【As told by Osho in “The Dhammapada: The way of the Buddha”】
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