Om Ganesha,
Morning Pujas and Prayers
August 4, 2010
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
My Kashi Jaya sent in his story that your Ma told five years ago.
She transcribed it for us.
Thank you my Kashi.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always at His Feet Of Our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
ENJOY
Namaste, Ma, I just finished transcribing this story you told 5 years ago. I thought you might enjoy reading it. Thank you, Ma. Love, Kashi
GRAVITY & THE DEAD SADHU
One time my Baba told me a story of gravity and the dead sadhu, for he wouldn’t let go of the body and when Death came and announced, “I am here, you must come,” the body refused to give up the spirit. Then Death said, “You cannot live in these two worlds, for you won’t be able to feel the pinch of eternity or life or hear the voice of breath.”
And the sadhu clinged, clinged, clinged – “I need to feel the blood flowing. I need to feel the thumping of my heart.”
And Death said, “But you will not, don’t tell Death what you need. Ask Death what do I need to stay alive?”
“No, I do not trust you. I only trust the Mother.”
And from the eyes of Death came two breasts and his nose became her nose and from Death’s mouth came the lolling tongue and the sadhu realized that he was in between worlds, for clinging keeps you that way in life and death.
The Mother tapped him on the head three times and then he had a choice: to return to that body or come back to an examined life by his own consciousness and start fresh, like a new born babe.
Well, once you taste silence, it is death. It’s the wonderment of death, feeling as you never felt before, and letting go. Letting go. With awareness. Be awake. Be surprised by your own wakefulness.
And Death and the dead sadhu, they walked together until they came to a burning fire and the sadhu sat upon the flames in a full lotus, and said, “I give you this flesh.”
And when the spirit came from the top of his head, it was He whom he always wanted to meet. And the Mother, who was Death, said, “It is the simple thought of detachment, even from your own flesh that is liberation.”
And many, many stories came from this one – it is in the Upanishads – many, many stories, for Death and the dead sadhu came in and out of each other, teaching all over the world and the heavens, too, to be on the chariot of life and enjoying every moment, even when the sorrows come and rip you apart so you can’t breathe anymore, and grief is swallowing you whole, you could always rise out of the top of the head and know there will be many, many choices and chances, for even if you are the dead sadhu that claimed to life, when you learn from mistakes, you live. And you become a flowing mountain stream of awareness and knowledge.
And death that does not have a stench is life within itself. Life, without ego. And in this state of awakefulness, you are able to serve the poor without ego, for the poor don’t care if you serve them with ego, but how will you find the joy of seva?