A beautiful painting by Shri BN Mama and a fantastic translation of an incident of Periyava……Thanks mama for both! You always delight with us double treat !!!
Many of you eulogize me saying that there is nothing that I don’t know, that I am ‘all-knowing. But in reality, what we learnt is only a miniscule. Even the song says that Goddess Saraswathi Herself thinks that what She knows is only a miniscule, is it not? Then what can you say about others?
But in one subject, no one knows as much as I know. I can say that In that subject I am ‘all—knowing’! What is that subject? In this world, how many kinds of worries and difficulties, people undergo!—that is the subject!
“The son will not disclose it to his mother; the loving wife will not disclose to her husband——people get some peace of mind and relief, when they come here and pour here, such of those confidential matters which they cannot share with anybody and which they have to bury in their hearts and suffer silently.
It is a satisfaction created by them for their own sake. I have not done anything; except hearing them with my ears, I have not done anything.; yet, they are satisfied as they have opened and poured out what they have locked up for long. “ Oh! At last, I have put down my burden”—is their satisfied feeling. Whether I do something for them, whether I can do something, whether I have the wherewithal for that, is totally a different matter. Without my doing anything for them, by narrating to me their problems , they remove their burden from their mind—that is what matters.
The attendants and others who are with me in the Matam, are upset with them and tell them that they should not trouble ‘Swamikal’ like this night after day after night. ‘Doesn’t Swamikal have a body? Will not that body be put to suffering ?’—they ask and stop those who come to me for revealing their difficulties to me; they even chase them out.
Is this right? Just because one single man (me) will be put to some suffering , is it correct to prevent them from expressing their worries, which are boiling inside them?
Why am I here? For what purpose this (my) life has been created? It has been created for the purpose of listening to their problems and giving them some solace, some peace! It is for the purpose of lightening their burden of worries, that this body has to help them night and day.
It is not that I really lighten their burden, or do something for that purpose, or I have that power with me to do so! What I am saying is that I have been kept as an instrument for those people to lighten their worries by themselves.
Whether I render any help to them , or give them any remedy, those in difficulty, get some relief if I tell them a few kind words by way of comforting them.
Even if I do not speak but keep silent, people are at peace by the mere fact that they have put their worries in my ears. I only render a small help by merely listening to their problems.—if I observe silent meditation, even that is denied—-Even if they are not sure that I have listened to them, they get peace of mind by the mere fact that they have put in my ears, what they wanted to express. Then, is it justified if I deny them the help and opportunity to vent their feelings and worries to me?
If this mortal body of mine, which is born to render this duty, suffers by meeting these people for hours on end and giving them a few words of comfort , it is nothing to me.
Even If any harm comes to this body (of mine) by doing this, this is the strength for my heart and mind.
It is a sin for a Sanyasi, to worry about his body. Practically whether it is possible to be that way, is itself a big question. Even then, while some harm may come to the mortal body, deep inside the mind, a strength is developed; so I should not mind what happens to the body.