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Praise of Baba (God-Father):
The Incorporeal Purifier, the Supreme Father, the Supreme Soul is.... My Baba...Sweet Baba...Loving Baba...Kind-hearted Baba...Compassionate Baba...the True Father...the True Teacher...the True Guru...the imperishable Golden Surgeon....
Essence: Sweet children, in order to imbibe this spiritual study, your intellect has to become a pure, golden vessel. Tie a rakhi of purity and you will receive the tilak of the kingdom.
Question: What certificate which all of you children claim from the Father at this time, do you have to make effort for?
Answer: In order to go to the pure world, you need a certificate of purity (being virtuous), that is, of being worthy. When you make a promise of purity at this time, your intellect becomes golden aged. The Father’s advice for claiming a certificate of purity is: Children, remove your intellect’s yoga from everyone else and sit on the pyre of knowledge. Follow the one mother and Father. Promise that you will definitely remain pure. Interact with the Father with honesty.
Song: Brother of mine, fulfil the responsibility of the bond of rakhi!
Points of Self Respect and Soul Study:
1. In order to imbibe the spiritual study, we, the souls, make our intellect become pure as a golden vessel...we remove our intellect’s yoga from everyone else and sit on the pyre of knowledge...we follow the mother and the Father and interact with honesty.... by tying a rakhi of purity, taking a vow of purity, by making progress in our studies, we become worthy of attaining a certificate of going to the pure world, sitting on a royal throne wearing a crown, and being anointed with a tilak...
2. We, the souls, renounce everyone with the intellect and practice becoming bodiless...by acquiring power through remembrance, we become satopradhan from tamopradhan, and Narayan (virtuous deity) from ordinary men... we are the masters of heaven who get the full inheritance from the Father, go to the golden age from the Iron Age and establish our kingdom...
3. We, the souls, listen to and relate the story of the third eye (teejri), the story of the true Narayan (Satya Narayan), and the story of immortality (amar katha)...we make our soul golden aged through purity and studies...with the power of yoga and the power of knowledge, we interact with others truthfully in service, and make effort by knowing the secrets of the drama...we are the spiritual surgeons who check the pulse of each one while explaining knowledge...
4. We, the souls, are victorious over the storms Maya-vices with the power of yoga...we are the conquerors of Maya, the conquerors of Ravan and the conquerors of the five vices, and so are the conquerors of the world...we tie the rakhi of purity to gain victory over Bharat’s biggest enemy Ravan-vice...we are the Father’s helpers who remain pure in order to make Bharat the Golden Sparrow and elevated once again ...we are merciful by giving courage and strength to others...we are the carefree emperors of the land free from sorrow, who earning an income whilst remaining trustees, are the destroyers of attachment in relationships...
Essence for dharna:
1. Having made a promise to the Father, you mustn’t break that promise. Make the soul golden aged with purity and the study.
2. Remove everyone else from your intellect and practise becoming bodiless. Gain victory over the storms of Maya with the power of yoga.
Blessing: May you be a destroyer of obstacles and a trustee who remains free from sorrow while earning an income and fulfilling your responsibilities to all your relations.
While living in the midst of worldly relations, fulfilling those responsibilities is a different matter from being attracted to them. It is a different matter to earn an income as a trustee and to earn it with subservience and attachment. The sign of being a destroyer of attachment and a trustee is that there will be no name or trace of sorrow or peacelessness. Sometimes, while earning, there may be ups and downs, or someone may fall ill while you are fulfilling your responsibility, but, even then, there should be no waves of sorrow. Always remain a carefree emperor.
Slogan: A merciful soul is one who gives courage and strength to someone who is weak.
Mahabharatha:Pandavas in hell? Only undiluted compassion conquers ego.
As soon as Yudhishtira stepped into heaven, he saw the hundred Kauravas, Duryodhana and Dusshasana included, standing beside the Devas looking radiant and blissful. They too spread out their arms to welcome Yudhishtira.
Yudhishtira recoiled in disgust. “How did these warmongers reach Amravati?” he asked angrily.
The Devas replied, “They were killed on the holy land of Kuru-kshetra. That has purified them of all misdeeds and earned them the right to enter Amravati. Surely, if heaven is good enough for your dog, it is good enough for your cousins.”
The explanation did not satisfy Yudhishtira. “And my brothers? And my wife? What about them? Where are they? Are they here too?” he asked.
“They are not here,” replied the Devas placidly, refusing to pay any attention to Yudhishtira’s rising rage.
“In another place,” said the Devas, taking no notice of Yudhishtira’s impatience.
“Take me to them,” said Yudhishtira, determined to get to the bottom of this.
“Certainly,” said the Devas who led Yudhishtira out of Swarga, down from the sky, along the slopes of Mandara, through a crevice deep under the earth to a realm that was dark and gloomy and miserable.
There, Yudhishtira heard cries of pain and suffering. It was everything Amravati was not.
He realized it was Naraka, the realm of misery.
“My brothers are here?” cried Yudhishtira in disbelief.
In response, he heard the moans of his brothers, including Karna. “Yes, we are here,” they said in unison.
Bhima, Yudhishtira knew, was paying for his gluttony. Arjuna for his envy, Nakula for his insensitivity, Sahadeva for his smugness and Draupadi for her partiality.
But Karna? Why him? Had his elder brother not suffered enough in life?
“Karna promised Kunti to spare four of her five sons despite knowing that Duryodhana relied on him to kill all five Pandavas.
He is paying for breaking his friend’s trust,” clarified the Devas rather matter-of-factly.
Yudhishtira felt everyone’s pain and started to weep.
“Shall we go back to Amravati now?” asked the Devas.
“No, no. Please don’t go,” Yudhishtira heard his brothers cry. “Your presence comforts us.”
“Well? Shall we leave?” asked the Devas impatiently.
“Please stay,” Yudhishtira heard Draupadi plead. She sounded so lost and tired and anxious and afraid.
Yudhishtira could not bring himself to move. Tears welled up in his eyes. How could he return to Swarga and leave his family here?
He took a decision. “No. I will not leave Naraka. I will stay here with my wife and my brothers. I will suffer with them. I refuse to enter Amravati without them.”
The Devas laughed. Rising up in the air, glowing like fire flies, they said, “Oh, but we thought you had renounced everything?”
“What do you mean?” asked Yudhishtira, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Did you not renounce all worldly ties when you entered Swarga? Wherefrom then, comes this attachment? You are as attached as to your hatred as a dog is attached to its master.”
Yudhishtira argued, “How can Amravati open its gates to the Kauravas, those murderers, and not to my family which has always followed the path of righteous conduct? Even Krishna fought against the Kauravas!”
“Do you feel we are taking sides, Yudhishtira?” asked the Devas.
“Yes,” snapped Yudhishtira, looking at the dark misery all around him. Surely, his family who had established dharma on earth did not deserve this. This was so unfair.
“You have given up your kingdom and your clothes, son of Dharma, but not your hatred. You killed the Kauravas in Kuru-kshetra and ruled their kingdom for thirty-six years! Still you have not forgiven them. You, who turned your back on your brothers on your way to Amravati, recalled them the instant you saw the Kauravas in heaven. This display of love is nothing but a reaction, retaliation. You cling to your anger, Yudhishtira. You still distinguish between friend and foe. You refuse to let go and move on. How then do you hope to truly attain heaven?”
Suddenly, a vision unfolded before Yudhishtira. The Virat-swarup of Krishna. “Behold within God,” a voice boomed, “all that exists. Everything. Everyone. Draupadi and Gandhari. The Pandavas and the Kauravas. All possibilities. The killers and the killed.”
At that moment, Yudhishtira realized he was not the great man who he thought he was. He had not really overcome his prejudices. Only when there is undiluted compassion for everyone, even our worst enemies, is ego truly conquered. Realization humbled Yudhishtira. He fell to the ground and began to weep.
Led by the Devas, Yudhishtira then took a dip in the Ganga and rose enlightened, purified and refreshed and truly liberated, with the sincere desire to forgive and accept the Kauravas. There was no more hatred. No more ‘them’ and ‘us’. No more ‘better’ and ‘worse’. There was only love. Everyone was one.
“Jaya!” shouted Indra. “Jaya!” shouted the Devas. “Jaya!” shouted the Rishis. For Yudhishtira had won the ultimate victory, victory over himself. No he would ascend to a heaven higher than Swarga. Now he would ascend to Vaikuntha, the abode of God.