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« Reply #15 on: April 26, 2012, 07:10:14 AM »

In August 1944, a Bengali youth in ochre-coloured robes, by name Chinmayananda, a pracharak (preacher) of
the Hindu religion belonging to the Birla Mandir in Delhi, came here. He had gone round several countries, visited the
Aurobindo Ashram and came here with a letter from Dilip Kumar Roy. He is fond of devotional music and has a fine
voice. It was clear from the conversation that he was a follower of the Bhakti cult of Chaitanya. He performed bhajan
in the presence of Bhagavan four or five times, singing songs in Sanskrit and Hindi. It seems some one who was in charge
of a modern adhyatmic (spiritual) institution told him that he cannot reach his goal in this life unless he stayed at one place
undisturbed. With a view to find out Bhagavan’s opinion in this matter, one day he approached Bhagavan and asked in a general
way: “Swami, can sadhakas attain this goal in life if they go about the world absorbed in singing songs in praise of God?
Or should they stay at one place only for the purpose?” “It is good to keep the mind concentrated on one thing only
wherever the person wanders. What is the use of keeping the body at one place only if the mind is allowed to wander
said Bhagavan. “Is ahetuka bhakti (devotion without a motive) possible?” asked that young man. “Yes, it is possible,” said
Bhagavan. Some time back, when some others also asked the same question during conversation, Bhagavan had
replied saying, “Why is it not possible?” The bhakti (devotion) of Prahlada and Narada was only ahetuka bhakti.
The devotion shown by our Bhagavan towards Arunachala is an example of this type of bhakti. During the
very first darshan, Bhagavan had said, “Oh father! I have come here according to your orders and have surrendered
myself to you.” Look! Bhagavan says, Lord Arunachala had ordered and that he had come! Why was he ordered and
why had he come? Bhagavan had come and had surrendered himself completely. If asked for what purpose he had done
all that, what is there to say! See the bhava (meaning) in the seventh stanza of Arunachala Navamani Mala written by
Bhagavan in Tamil. This was translated into Telugu by G. Narasinga Rao. What is the purpose indicated in this
stanza? Nothing. Bhagavan tells us, now and then, that ahetuka bhakti, ananya bhakti, poorna bhakti and the like are
synonymous with jnana and are not different.

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« Reply #16 on: April 28, 2012, 09:02:54 AM »
During the last two or three months, Bhagavan’s personal attendants have been massaging his legs with some
medicated oil to relieve the rheumatic pain. Some of the devotees, zealous in attention to Bhagavan’s body, also began
massaging by turn every half an hour, and this resulted in upsetting the usual Ashram routine.
Would Bhagavan tolerate all this? He was always considerate even to his personal attendants and would never
say emphatically “No” to anything; so he said in a casual way, “All of you please wait for a while, I will also massage
these legs a little. Should I too not have some of the punyam(merit)?” So saying, he removed their hands and began
massaging his own legs. Not only was I very much amused at this but what little desire might have still been lurking in
me to touch Sri Bhagavan’s lotus feet and thus perform pranam (salutation) was completely obliterated. Bhagavan’s
words have a peculiar charm of their own! Look! He too wants a little of the punyam! What a delicate hint to those
who have the intelligence to take it!
It was about that time that a retired judge of ripe old age said, “Swamiji, I should also be given my share of service
to the feet of the Guru.” To this Bhagavan replied. “Oh, really? Atma-vai guruhu! (Service to Self is service to Guru.)
You are now 70 years of age. You to do service to me? Enough of that! At least from now onwards, serve yourself. It is more
than enough if you remain quiet.”
When one comes to think about it, what greater upadesa (teaching) is there than this? Bhagavan says it is enough if
one can remain quiet. It is natural for him to do so, but are we capable of it? However much we try we do not attain that
state. What else can we do than depend upon Sri Bhagavan’s Grace?

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« Reply #17 on: April 29, 2012, 09:36:43 AM »
THE FIRST BHIKSHA,30th December, 1945

One afternoon, during casual conversation, Bhagavan got into a reminiscent mood and began telling us as follows:
“There used to be in Gopura Subrahmanyeswara Temple, a Mouna Swami (a silent sadhu). One morning when
I was going about the Thousand-Pillared Mandapam, he came with a friend. He was a Mouna Swami and so was I.
There was no talk, no greetings. It was soon midday. He made signs to his friend to mean: “I do not know who this
boy is, but he appears to be tired; please get some food and give it to him.” Accordingly they brought some. It was boiled
rice. Each grain was sized. There was sour water underneath.There was a bit of pickle to go with it. That was the first
bhiksha given to me by Sri Arunachaleswara. Actually there is not an iota of pleasure in what I eat now. All the meals and
sweets (pancha bhakshya paramanna) are nothing compared to that food,” said Bhagavan. “Was it on the very first day of
Sri Bhagavan’s arrival in that place?” someone asked. “No, no, the next day. Taking it as the first bhiksha given
me by Ishwara, I ate that rice and pickle and drank the water given me. That happiness I can never forget,” remarked Sri
“I believe there is some other story about Sri Bhagavan going to the town for the first time for bhiksha,” said one
“Yes, there used to be one lady devotee. She very often used to bring me some food or other. One day she arranged a
feast for all the sadhus and pressed me to dine along with them. I signalled her to say that I would not do so and that I would be
going out begging. I had either to sit and eat with them all or go out for bhiksha. Yes, it was God’s will, I thought, and started
out for bhiksha. That lady had doubts as to whether I would go out for bhiksha or join the feast. She sent a man behind me. As
there was no escape I went to a house in the street to the left of the temple and standing in front of it, clapped my hands. The
lady of the house saw me and, as she had already heard of me, recognized me and called me in, saying, ‘Come in, my son,
come in.’ She fed me sumptuously saying, ‘My boy, I have lost a son. When I see you, you seem just like him. Do come daily like this, my boy.’
I subsequently learnt that her name was Muthamma,” said Bhagavan."

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« Reply #18 on: May 05, 2012, 09:35:26 AM »
During the first week of last month, on one morning, an ignorant traveller came to the Ashram and, after staying here
for two or three days, and in accordance with the saying “satra bhojanam matha nidra” (eating in choultries, sleeping in mutts)
went away to eat and stay elsewhere, but was all the same coming here for some days enjoying the bliss of staying near
and having the darshan of Bhagavan. Before leaving this town he approached Bhagavan one day with great hesitation and
said, in humble tones, “Swami, the people sitting here always ask you something and you give them some replies. When
I see that, I also feel tempted to enquire, but I do not know what to ask you. How then can I get mukti?”
Bhagavan, looking at him endearingly and smiling, said, “How do you know that you do not know anything?” He said,
“After I came here and heard the questions asked by all these people and the replies Bhagavan is pleased to give them, the
feeling that I do not know anything has come upon me.” “Then it is all right. You have found out that you do not know
anything; that itself is enough. What more is required?
” said Bhagavan. “How to attain mukti by that much alone, Swami?”
said the questioner. “Why not? There is some one to know that he does not know anything. It is sufficient if you could
enquire and find out who that someone is. Ego will develop if one thinks that one knows everything. Instead of that, isn’t it
much better to be conscious of the fact that you do not know anything and then enquire how you could gain moksha
He felt happy at that and went his way. That questioner might or might not have understood the essence of that
Bhagawathvani (the voice of the Lord) but, for us people here,those words were echoing in our heart of hearts like
mantraksharas (letters of the gospel).

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« Reply #19 on: June 03, 2012, 08:18:01 AM »
Eleanour pauline Noye is a wonderful devotee of Sri Bhagavan,who captured him by sheer love,untainted with any intellectual slant.
I wish to share her beautiful reminiscence from The Golden Jubilee souveneir.I never tire of reading this and sharing her story over
and over again.I posted this in David's blog in the open Thread (March 2011)that David Godman so kindly enabled to facilitate the posting.

Eleanour Pauline Noye (California)
A few years ago I reached a crisis in my life; after years of anguish and sleepless nights, I was in a critical condition. When
things seemed darkest I had an unusual feeling that I should go away. I discussed it with my twin, Betty, and decided to take a
trip around the world. After making the reservation I became very ill and had to cancel it. One obstacle after another presented itself
until it seemed as though I were not to go, and being so ill I did not care if I went or not. Still there always seemed to be
something urging me to go and my sister also felt that I should. After a few weeks of rest I felt better and made reservation
on another ship that was to sail a month later; but when the time arrived for sailing I was still not able to leave my bed. The
boat sailed from San Francisco through the Panama Canal reaching New Orleans a month later. The steamship agent
suggested my going there by train, which takes three days instead of one month, hoping I would feel better in the meantime.
I had a very trying trip to New Orleans, and upon arriving I collapsed and was taken to a Christian Science
practitioner’s home, where they put me to bed and took care of me. They thought I was in no condition to take a long trip,
but I felt as though I must. I could not turn back. Fortunately the boat was two weeks late; otherwise I would not have been
able to sail. The steamship agent said: “You do not look very well; if the Captain sees you, I am afraid, he will not take you,
as we do not carry a physician.” However, finally he agreed to my going but said, “Do not let the Captain see you until we
are out at sea.” Though outward conditions were very dark, I went, knowing that God would take care of me. I felt as though
I were led and if I had not followed that inner voice which prompted me I would never have had the blessed experience
of finding the happiest part of my life in the presence of Bhagavan Sri Ramana

The doctor, who vaccinated me before I left, knew that I was not well. He said: “Why are you taking the trip?” I replied,
“I want to find myself.” I was seeking something I had not found,Peace. Somehow my mind would always turn to India,
especially during those days when I was in bed. We sailed from New Orleans to Capetown, South Africa,
a three weeks’ trip without a stop. Providence was with me again, for had the boat stopped, I believe, I would have
returned home. (But God had other plans for me.) For I was torn between conflicting emotions and became worse again.
My prayers seemed of no avail. I would have the most dreadful nightmares and wake up crying. I could not bear it any longer;
so I sent a radiogram to the doctor, “Need help in every way, especially at night. Cold much worse, filled with fear. Will
write from Capetown.” I don’t know what I was afraid of, but my mind was never at peace. I felt better for a while but
found it necessary to send a second cable. Therefore, had the boat stopped on its way to Capetown, I should have
disembarked and returned home. But Providence has always the upper hand. When we reached Capetown, South Africa,
I felt much better; but as I did not like the boat I disembarked at Durban, South Africa, where I spent one month waiting
for another boat.
As we approached India I decided to get off at Madras instead of going on to Calcutta, where the ship would be in
dry-dock for two weeks. The people on board gave all sorts of reasons why I should not get off at Madras. It was very difficult
to leave them; nevertheless I did, so they took me to the Connemara Hotel, saying it was not safe to stop at a second
rate hotel because of the food, etc. After my friends had gone I felt lost and went to my room and, with tears in my eyes,
prayed for guidance. All night the heat was intense; so the next morning I asked the proprietor if he could suggest a cooler
place. He said the hill-station, Kodaikanal was lovely and cool. So I made my plans to leave Madras immediately. Motoring
there, I found it to be a charming place.

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« Reply #20 on: June 03, 2012, 08:29:18 AM »
Eleanour Pauline Noye (California) continued....
The very first day I met two Hindu brothers and I asked them if they knew anySeers? I have no explanation to offer as to why I put that
question. I anticipated nothing. They said they knew of one at Tiruvannamalai, Sri Ramana Maharshi. “People come from
far and near to see Him. He left home,” they said, “when he was twelve years old and never went to school. He is the greatest
Seer in India. It is difficult to find one that is genuine.” This is what they told me about Bhagavan; of course, these facts are
not accurate.
I decided to leave for Tiruvannamalai the next day. My friends helped me in every way, told me to buy some bedding,
etc., but did not tell me that it was the custom to take a gift to the Holy Man; in fact I knew nothing about life at an Ashram.
When I left Madras I had no idea I would have this experience; but was eager to go, and felt as though something momentous
was about to happen.
When I told the guests in the hotel my plans, they said it was not safe to go alone, as the place (the Ashram) was in a
jungle, and I would not endure the hardships and humidity, as I had been in India only a few days and was not acclimatised.
An English official and his wife insisted upon getting all the details in order to keep track of me. I bought a ticket for Madura
as my friends told me to see the temples there, but I decided not to go to Madura, as I was anxious to reach my destination.
So I left the car at Kodaikanal Road and took the train for Tiruvannamalai.
After arriving there I engaged a bullock cart to take me to the Ashram, where I was greeted by some of the inmates
including Niranjanananda Swami, brother of Sri Bhagavan.They told me that Sri Bhagavan was on the hill, but would be
in the hall shortly, and graciously invited me to have my breakfast.
My heart throbbed with expectation as I was taken to the hall. As I entered it I felt the atmosphere was filled with
Sri Bhagavan’s Purity and Blessedness. One feels a breath of the Divine in the Sage’s presence. He was sitting on a couch,
clad only in a loin-cloth, surrounded by His devotees. When He smiled it was as though the gates of Heaven were thrown
open. I have never seen eyes more alight with Divine Illumination,they shine like stars. He greeted me very
tenderly and made some enquiries about me, which put me at ease. His look of Love and Compassion was a benediction
that went straight to my heart. I was immediately drawn to Him. His greatness and kindness is all-embracing. One feels
such an uplifting influence in His Saintly Presence and cannot help but sense His extraordinary spirituality
. It is not necessary
for Him to talk, His silent influence of Love and Light is more potent than words could ever be. I did not know what
manner of man I expected to find. But once I saw Him, I said to myself, “Surely, no one like Sri Bhagavan!

I do not think there is another like Him on earth today. To see Him is to love Him. After spending the morning with Him, I had
lunch at eleven o’clock and rested until two p.m. Then I returned to the hall. As I looked upon Sri Bhagavan’s serene
face and into His eyes which beamed with mercy, my soul was stirred. He knew how much I needed Him, while He
looked straight into my heart. Every one who comes to Him is blessed; the inner Peace which is His is radiated to all. A
beautiful sight is the little children kneeling before the Master as He blesses them and smiles so tenderly, sometimes taking
one in His arms, reminding me of the painting, “Christ Blessing the Children.” Later I walked around the grounds,
talked to the devotees. At seven o’clock I had a light meal; then I had the opportunity to say just a few words to Sri
Bhagavan about my journey. Some time later I went to the Traveller’s Bungalow, as ladies are not allowed to stay in the
Ashram at night.
I would like to say here, that the one reason why I had been in such a run-down condition was that I had not slept
well for years, although I had been taking medicine, which never gave me any relief. Although I said nothing to Sri
Bhagavan about this, the amazing thing was that I slept soundly the first night and thereafter without taking any
medicine, though I lacked the many comforts I had been accustomed to
. I received “the Medicine of all medicines,
the unfailing grace of the Lord, whose name is Heart”.* I arose next morning, feeling refreshed, as though I were
born anew



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« Reply #21 on: June 03, 2012, 08:43:29 AM »
Eleanour Pauline Noye (California) continued....
Soon after, one afternoon, as I was standing by the gate, Sri Bhagavan stopped, while on His way to the Hill-side, and
asked me if I had more peace. His loving solicitude made me feel quite at home; and when He smiled, my joy knew no
During those sacred hours with the Master I unconsciously absorbed the Truth which He lives; it filled all my being. As a
writer has said. “The Maharshi’s life is but one more instance of that Indian ideal of teaching through life and not through
words...... His life is, in fact, His highest teaching. His teachings are but a literary expression of His Realisation
My love blossomed into deep devotion and I was filled with ineffable peace; the things which seemed so vital before
were no longer of any importance. I could see things in their correct perspective; the heartaches of yesterday and thoughts of
tomorrow faded into oblivion.
Every one is struck by Sri Bhagavan’s love of animals.He knows the history of each one, understands their cries
and calls them ‘children’. Lakshmi, the cow, was quite a pet;she would go into the hall, and Bhagavan would stroke her
and give her food or plantain fruits. The little monkeys are very mischievous, looking through the windows to see if
someone in the hall has some fruit. And while devotees sit meditating, a monkey runs in and takes it away. Or they
search under Bhagavan’s couch to be sure there is nothing there. The attendants try to keep them out, but it is a difficult
job, as they are sly little fellows. Bhagavan looks at them with a twinkle in His eye.
Dogs are also his companions. To quote from a letter I received from the Ashram, after my return to America,”A
deep sense of gratitude and faithfulness is an inborn instinct of the dog, and in that respect man has to accept it as the
ideal, for, does not the same Supreme Spirit that is all pervading subsist also in the dog? It is the same Self that is in
every being, and every thing is in the Self. Those who have realised the Self know this truth by their experience, and
hence we find the tender love Sri Bhagavan has for all creatures.

Here, in the Ashram, far away from the noise and confusion of the busy highways, silence reigns. It is
broken only by the bleating of the sheep and goats and the songs of the birds and the shepherd’s song as he takes his
flocks home to rest. Time seems to stand still in this peaceful, sacred retreat, amidst the beauties of nature, with its lovely
flower gardens and beautiful pools, which are surrounded by knarred oak-like trees, that greet you like old friends. It
is so primitive, but therein lies its charm. It is truly the Holyland.The air is permeated with His peace and love.
Looking upon eternal Arunachala, “The Hill of Light,” one is filled with awe and is overwhelmed by a great Spiritual
Power. Everything is vibrant and speaks to us in Silence. On full moon night it is especially inspiring to go around the
hill. In this deep silence and quietude one readily hears the voice of God. In the inspiring words of the Master from
Five Hymns – “Only to convey by Silence Thy Transcendent State Thou standest as a Hill, shining from heaven to earth.”
One may also say with the Psalmist, “Be Still And Know That I Am God.” These were among the first words spoken
to me by Sri Bhagavan and the last ones before I left for America. I had always loved to meditate upon them, but
now they seemed to take on a new meaning and filled my heart with bliss. I had been at the Ashram for two months,
then made arrangements to sail one month later. I wanted to know more about India before going home. So I
reluctantly made plans to leave the place. I had grown to love it and was very sad during those last days. Bhagavan
said, “I will always be with you, wherever you go.”
When the last day arrived I could not stop crying.Therefore, I did not go to the hall but sat by the pool. In the
afternoon when I sat before Bhagavan He smiled and said” -She has been crying all day; she does not want to leave Me.” He
was so sweet and tender. Later I went to Him for His blessing;the pain of parting was almost more than I could bear; with
tears in my eyes I knelt in deepest reverence and devotion before my Beloved Master. May He always be my Father, Mother
 and God; and may I always be His child, and whatever I do, may it be in His name
I then said good-bye to the devotees who had been so kind to me. As I drove to the station in the little cart, my
heart grew heavy because I was leaving my Bhagavan, but I had so very much to be thankful for, having had the privilege
of spending two months in His presence and been blessed beyond measure. Indeed, I was not the same person who came
to Him two months before. To quote from Self-Realisation(Page 123): “Even like the sun, which gives physical light and
sustains physical life, the Sage who has realised the Truth Eternal, imparts the inner Light of the Self to those who seek
his Presence, and sustains their inner Life of the Spirit. In his Benign Presence the truly humble soul finds ineffable peace
and joy. The Unseen Power which guides the pilgrim evolves also the conditions appropriate to the true spiritual needs of
each soul, which may not know what is best for itself. An apparently casual visit may become a ‘benediction’.” As I look
back I am ashamed of some things I did; but Bhagavan laughed, He understood I knew no better
When I reached Madras I wanted to return to Bhagavan, I really did not want to tour India; nevertheless I went from
Madras to Srinagar in Kashmir, then to Calcutta (wherefrom I expected to sail for America). I had a pleasant trip, stopped
at many interesting places along the way and was led to many people who were helpful and kind. What I would like to bring
out is the way in which I was guided and protected. I had some blessed experiences, also two breath-taking ones on the
train, and on one occasion I narrowly escaped death. It was the hottest season of the year, yet I felt no ill effects. A physician
who was stopping at the same hotel in Agra said it was miraculous the way I travelled in the heat; he had seen strong
Hindus faint like flies owing to the heat, which did not seem to bother me. I could hear Bhagavan’s words: “I will always be
with you, wherever you go.” His dear face was always before me, no matter what I was doing. His presence filled all my



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« Reply #22 on: June 03, 2012, 08:52:38 AM »
Eleanour Pauline Noye (California) continued....
Not having much money I ate food and drank water which I would not have touched in the past, but I did not feel
the worse for it, all the same. When I travelled with my husband in Latin America, we had all the comforts and the
best food, but most of the time I had stomach trouble. I have mentioned this only to show how one changes after being for
some time in the presence of Sri Bhagavan. I did not miss any of these delicacies, as they no longer seemed to be of any
importance. My mind was filled with the love of Bhagavan; by His Grace I was guided and protected as never before,
sometimes almost miraculously.
My eyes were filled with tears many times as I thought of returning to America without seeing Him again. One
day I seemed to hear Him say”Come back to Me again”. During the time I was away from the Master my love and
faith had deepened, and I decided to return to Him as soon as possible.
I changed my plans. Instead of going back to America by the next boat, I took the train, leaving Calcutta for
Tiruvannamalai. Queer to say, I felt as though I were going home
! The tender way Bhagavan greeted me, as I stood before
Him, will live in my heart always. I wept with joy knowing I was thrice Blessed in being able to return to Him. As I basked
in His Eternal Sunshine in those silent hours of communion I was filled with His Grace.
It is a privilege to have some meals with the Master; to eat the food which He has handled is in itself a Blessing. He
would arise at dawn and help to cut the vegetables, very often helping also to prepare special dishes which were delicious.
My food was prepared by the devotees especially for me, and it was wholesome and good. Bhagavan was always considerate
to everyone, He wanted to be sure there was plenty of everything; and the rich and poor received the same kind
attention, as also the animals; no distinction was shown. One day I saw Bhagavan stoop down and pick up three grains of
rice. That simple act taught me much more than what I could have learnt by studying ten volumes on domestic economy
which is so essential in present day life but is so difficult to practise. Each day brought new lessons and Blessings. He
grew nearer and dearer to me as time passed and my only wish was to be by His side.
The monsoon was on, the air was fresh and clean and all the earth seemed radiant. Whenever it rained Bhagavan’s
attendants put a white cloth on His chest to protect His body from the cold weather. He looked like a sweet child
wearing a bib, and with all His Wisdom and greatness one is struck by His childlike nature. At other times He looks
like the King of kings; His poise and dignity are outstanding. When some times at night He would throw a
shawl over His head, He looked like the Madonna, I would stand outside in silent adoration. Again, at other times He
looked like a devoted father smiling upon His children. I loved to watch Him as He walked up the hill, just when the
sun was setting. And it was my greatest delight when I could go with Him
One morning I picked a lovely rose; my first thought was to give it to the Master. a devotee said: “What a beautiful rose!”
I replied, “Yes, it is for Bhagavan.” I sat in the hall, wondering if I should give it to Him. After a few minutes I laid it on the
small footstool at His sofa, and he said: “What is that?” I replied, “Only a rose.” He said, “Give it to me.” He took it and touched
with it His forehead and cheeks. I was so deeply touched, I wept.
I had the great privilege of being at the Ashram in 1939 for Sri Bhagavan’s Birthday celebration when, as on such
occasions, thousands of people were fed. He is, indeed, a friend of the poor. A special leaf-covered shelter is erected
for the occasion, so that many devotees who come for the celebration may sit in the presence of Bhagavan. One can
never forget the Master as He sits there on His couch, so majestically, amidst garlands of flowers, surrounded by His
loving devotees, who are so happy to be with Him at that time. It is a day of rejoicing and thanksgiving for everyone,
even the animals.

As I walked along that night and looked at Arunachala, so silent, I was held spell-bound by the beautiful sight. The
brightest star in the heavens shone directly above its peak like a great Beacon Light to tell us, as it were, “This is the
Holy Land, the abode of Bhagavan, the Lord of the Universe,whose greatness and spiritual power have drawn men from
the remote parts of the earth, who come and kneel down and worship Him, singing songs of adoration and praise to
proclaim His Glory.”



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« Reply #23 on: June 03, 2012, 09:02:07 AM »
Eleanour Pauline Noye (California) continued....
When I left America I longed for Peace; there was a yearning in my heart which would not let me rest. Here at the
feet of the Lord of Love, peace and happiness garlanded me and enriched my being. I know that Bhagavan led me to this
heaven of rest. In the words of Sri Bhagavan himself: "Within the sacred Lotus-heart of everyone,
From mighty Vishnu up in heaven serene, to lowly Mortal man, the Self, as Pure Awareness, shines
Supreme, Who is Arun-Achal-Ramana Himself. And when thy mind in love for Him doth pine and melt
And reach the radiant Heart, wherein he dwells as thine Own Self, the Lord Belov’d, Lo! then thine Inner Eye
Would open, and, as Pure Awareness, Him espy".
To quote from another letter from the Ashram: “So then, Sri Bhagavan will guide you at every step; for, has He
not guided you even before you knew you were really in search of Him?”
I had been planning to leave the Ashram for five months; but each time I thought I was going, something
unforeseen presented itself. It was not His Will that I should go. Bhagavan says, “Your plans are of no avail.” I did not
want to go but felt I should; my twin sister wrote several times and said there were matters which needed my
attention; and she was very ill, although I did not know it at the time, somehow I sensed it. That was probably the
reason why I felt I should leave.
As the time to leave drew near I was very sad; I knew this time I would really go. It had been eight months since I returned
to the Ashram for the second time! Those last days I spent with the Master were blissful. He was so kind and tender; and when
He smiled at me, tears would fill my yes. I wondered how I could ever leave the place. When the day of parting came, I
could not stop crying. In the morning I walked on the Hill with Bhagavan and some other devotees, then again in the
afternoon, when we had our pictures taken with Him. As I walked down the Hill with Him for the last time He alone
knew what was in my heart.
The little monkeys were all lined up on either side of the Hill-path. Bhagavan told them to come and say good-bye to
me. He knew I loved them also. When we reached the hall, Bhagavan read a few comforting passages from Psalms, Chapter
139, verses 7, 8, 9, and 10.
He invited me to have supper with Him, as ladies are not allowed in the dining hall at night. It was Blessed joy to have
that last meal with the Master. I shall never forget it. Just before I left I went to Him for His Blessing and wept at His feet as my
heart overflowed with adoration and love. He is dearer to me than life itself. May I consecrate my life to Him! Then I said
good-bye to the devotees in the Ashram, who were invariably kind to me.
I have tried in my humble way to tell about the wonderful experience I had when I was at Sri Ramanashramam
with the Enlightened One, but mere words can never express the peace and joy one feels in His Presence;
it must be experienced. There one truly has a glimpse of the Eternal.

As I am writing this article in 1946 (six years after I left the Ashram), I would like to say that I have felt the Master’s
Presence more and more with the passage of time, just as He said I would. My devotion and faith have grown through the
years and will never be shaken under any circumstance
. I am very happy to say that I shall be returning soon to my Beloved
Master. I hear His call!
Needless to say this was the most Blessed experience of my life, my stay at the feet of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi, the
Lord of Love and Compassion. May I be worthy of the many Blessings and the great Love He has so graciously bestowed upon
“Sri Ramana Maharshi is an ideal held out before mankind because of His great depth of Peace, His intrepid
flow of Power, His extraordinary development of Dispassion, His melting Love, His bright Wisdom, which
flashes over the world’s encircling darkness of ignorance,
and His beatific life.”
— Ganapati Sastri
Let me conclude with a quotation from Self-Realisation, the truth whereof the meek at heart will know:
“He that has the most noble aim in life to know that God and the Guru are one, and that they are identical with the Self
Supreme or Brahman, the one, eternal Truth, the Core of one’s own being, the Heart, that person will be guided by destiny,
independent of his individual effort, to the Benign Presence of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi.”


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« Reply #24 on: June 03, 2012, 09:59:55 AM »
Dear Ravi,

Devaraja Mudaliar says Noye has captured Sri Bhagavan with tears of love. She used to weep all the time while seeing
Sri Bhagavan. 

Saint Manikkavachagar says:

Yane poi en nenjum poi
AnAal vinaiyen azhuthAl unnai peRalAme.

I am falsity; My mind is falsity;
However this sin-ridden fellow can get you if I weep!

Today is Vaikasi (Baisaki) Visakam, a festival day for Muruga in all temples. Arunagiri Nathar says in Seer Pada Vahuppu:

Murugan's form:

udhathiyidai kadavumara kathvaruNa kula thuraga
  upalalitha kanaka  ratha sadha koti sooriyargaL
udhayamena adhikavidha kalapagaka mayilin misai
  yuga mudivil iruL ahala oru joti veesuvadhum......

As if a thousand crores Sun have risen from the sea , he comes on the peacock with a variety of hues,
  in the form of Jyoti (Light) at the end of eons to remove the darkness.

How to get him?

mozhi kuzhaRa azhuthu thozhuthu urugumavar vizhi aruvi
  muzhuguvathum varuga ena aRai koovi Aluvathum......

With words stuck in the throat and blabbering, weeping, praying and melting thereby, with tears spreading like a water fall,
And getting drowned in that tears, lo, he takes over me and rules me saying like as if a war cry, Come, come!

Shedding tears for God is a sure way to get God!

Arunachala Siva.             


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« Reply #25 on: June 03, 2012, 10:46:23 AM »
“I am falsity; My mind is falsity;
However this sin-ridden fellow can get you if I weep!”
“With words stuck in the throat and blabbering, weeping, praying and melting thereby, with tears spreading like a water fall,
And getting drowned in that tears, lo, he takes over me and rules me saying like as if a war cry, Come, come!”

Dear Sri Subramanian Sir,

Thank you so much, sir. And on another occasion, the Great Sage and the Devotee sings, “See, see, How He is caught in the net of my Bhakti!”

Dear sir, may I say this is the consummation of Bhakti?



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« Reply #26 on: June 03, 2012, 12:44:51 PM »
Dear Anil,

Bhakti is another sure way of attaining godhead.  In Jnana Marga, i.e. Self Inquiry, the ego is jettisoned first and then the
sadhaka realizes.  In bhakti, ego is jettisoned last, and the bhakta realizes.

In Tamizh, it is said:

aRinthu adanguvathu jnanam
adangi aRivathu bhakti.

In Jnana one realizes first (by killing the ego) and then he becomes humble throughout his life.
In bhakti one first become totally humble and then realizes with ego parting with him at last.

Arunachala Siva.   


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« Reply #27 on: August 24, 2012, 07:50:59 AM »
Excerpt from Sri Ramana maharshi and the Path of Self Knowledge-Arthur Osborne

IT IS, PERHAPS, harder to visualise the Divine Man in the technique of daily living than in miracle or transfiguration,
and for this a description of the routine of life during the last years will be helpful. The incidents that are fitted into it are no more noteworthy than many that went before, just as the devotees referred to are no more outstanding than many who remain unmentioned.

It is 1947 already. Fifty years have passed at Tiruvannamalai.

With the onset of age and failing health, restrictions have been imposed and Sri Bhagavan is no longer accessible privately and at all hours. He sleeps on the couch where he gives darshan [?], the blessing of his Presence, during the day, but with closed doors now. At five o'clock the doors open and early morning devotees enter quietly, prostrate themselves before him and sit
down on the black stone floor, worn smooth and shiny with use, many of them on small mats they have brought with them. Why did Sri Bhagavan, who was so modest, who insisted on equal treatment with the humblest, allow this prostration before him? Although humanly he refused all privileges, he recognised that adoration of the outwardly manifested Guru was helpful to sadhana [?], to spiritual progress. Not that outward forms of submission were sufficient. He once said explicitly, "Men prostrate themselves before me but I know who is submitted in his heart."

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A small group of Brahmins, resident at the Ashram, sit near the head of the couch and intone the Vedas; one or two others who have walked from the town, a mile and a half away, join them. At the foot of the couch incense-sticks are lit, diffusing their subtle perfume through the air. If it is in the winter months a brazier of burning charcoal stands beside the couch, a pathetic reminder of his failing vitality. Sometimes he warms his frail hands and thin tapering fingers, those exquisitely beautiful hands at the glow and rubs a little warmth into his limbs. All sit quietly mostly with eyes closed in meditation.

A few minutes before six the chanting ends. All rise and stand as Sri Bhagavan raises himself with an effort from the couch, reaches out for the staff that the attendant places in his hand, and walks with slow steps to the door. It is not from weakness or fear of falling that he walks with downcast gaze; one feels that it is an innate modesty. He leaves the hall by its north door, on the side of the Hill, and passes slowly, leaning on his staff and a little bent, along the passage between the white-walled dining hall and office building, then, skirting the men's guest house, to the bathroom beside the cowshed, farthest east of the Ashram buildings. Two attendants follow him, stocky, short and dark and wearing white dhoties down to the ankles, while he is tall and slim and golden-hued and clad only in a white loincloth.

Only occasionally he looks up if some devotee approaches him or to smile upon some child.

There is no way of describing the radiance of his smile.

One who might appear a hardened businessman would leave Tiruvannamalai with a lilt in his heart from that smile. A simple woman said: "I don't understand the philosophy but when he smiles at me I feel safe, just like a child in its mother's arms. I had never yet seen him when I received a letter from my five- year-old daughter: `You will love Bhagavan. When he smiles everyone must be so happy'."


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« Reply #28 on: September 01, 2012, 08:23:00 PM »
(161) POOR MAN’S MITE,30th November, 1947

I have already written to you that on the night of the festival of the Holy Beacon, (i.e., the Deepam Festival) when
the Beacon at the top of the hill was lighted, we took the permission of Bhagavan and went round the hill. Hitherto,
the usual practice had been to go round the hill before the festival, not after. But this time, however we started at night,
after the evening meal. There were about a hundred of us.With Bhagavan in our hearts and with the Beacon Light
on the top of the hill before our eyes, and with the full moon brightly shining, we started out on foot. Devotees who had
had the privilege of accompanying Bhagavan on his walks round the hill in his earlier days, began to tell us about their
experiences: “Bhagavan used to sit here”; “here we used to cook”; “this happened here”; “Bhagavan told us about this,
there.” While they were relating such incidents, we did not feel the fatigue of walking, for we were absorbed in the tales.
But for the fact that we wanted to get back for the Veda Parayana at 5 a.m., we might only have returned at daybreak.
As it was, we returned at 3 a.m. I will now tell you some of the things the devotees told
us that night:As we were approaching the Unnamalai Tank, a devoteesaid, “When Bhagavan went round the hill, he used to sit
here for some time so that those who were lagging behind might catch up with the party. Let us also sit here and wait
for a while.” We accordingly all sat there for some time.

“How long ago was it that Bhagavan gave up going round the hill?” I asked.

“Till 1926 Bhagavan used to do it. That was an exhilarating experience,” said Kunjuswami, one of the old devotees.

“Why not tell us some of the incidents of those days?” we asked. Kunjuswami agreed and began to tell us as follows:

“One day, we all felt like going round the hill with Bhagavan. When we told him, he readily consented and we
started that afternoon immediately after food. It was usual for Bhagavan to walk slowly while going round the hill, so
Venamma hearing that he had gone and confident that she could catch up with the party in no time, started out with a
big basket of provisions.
“We were passing Sona Thirtham when Bhagavan noticed Venamma at a distance, approaching, and he said,
‘There, you see, Venamma is coming. Someone must have told her and sent her with a basket of food. However much I
protest, people will not give up these things. There she is, with a heavy load on her head. All right, this is going to be a
punishment for her.’“So saying, he began to walk fast. Could she overtake him if he walked fast? Let us see. She continued to hurry,
panting and fretting all the time, but did not stop walking.Bhagavan continued to walk in this way until we passed the
Gautamasram, when he looked back. He could see that she, too, was walking fast, and, his heart melting at the sight, he
led us to a mango grove that was nearby the road.

“Standing under the shade of one of the trees, Bhagavan said, ‘We will stop here. There is a well, and if not here, we
may not get water anywhere else near. I was hoping that she would give us up, but she would not. She is tired and is
panting for breath. What a shame!
’ So saying, he sat down. “Unable to discover our whereabouts, and coming up
to the trees, Venamma began anxiously saying, ‘Where has Bhagavan gone? There is no sign of him anywhere’. When
Bhagavan heard this, he began laughing, whereupon she traced us to where we were and joined us. After eating what
she had brought us, we began our walk again, Venamma now with us. From that day, we named the tree Venamma’s
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« Reply #29 on: September 01, 2012, 08:32:42 PM »
(161) POOR MAN’S MITE,30th November, 1947 continued...

“Bhagavan used to tell us that sometimes he started for pradakshina at night and returned by daybreak. It was the
usual thing to start so. Sometimes, however, we would start in the morning, with cooking utensils to cook food at noon
either at Sona thirtham or at Gautamasram or at Pachiamman Shrine, eat, rest and return to the Ashram in the evening.
Before the Ashram grew to its present size, we would go round leisurely, sometimes taking two days, or three days or
even a week, camping en route.
“On one occasion, we started to go round in the morning with the intention of returning the same evening.
We stopped at the Gautamasram, cooked our food, ate it and after taking some rest, packed all the milk, sugar,
buttermilk, etc., that remained and started walking again.As we were approaching Adi Annamalai, Bhagavan began
walking off on a side road and very fast. Thinking that he wished to avoid the crowds on the main road, we followed
After going along a path for about half a furlong, we came to a tank. At the edge of the tank and under a tree,
sat on old man, his body covered by a blanket and holding a small pot in his hand. This old man, whenever he heard
that Bhagavan was coming round the hill, would await Bhagawan’s arrival on the road and bring him something
to eat. Not seeing him on the road, and lest the poor man should be troubled at missing him, Bhagavan had made
the detour
“Bhagavan, on seeing him, called him by name and began talking with him very freely. The old peasant
prostrated before Bhagavan, then stood with folded hands,saying nothing. ‘What is the matter?’ said Bhagavan, ‘why is
it that I do not see you anywhere these days? Are crops and cattle all right? How are the children?’ And then, ‘What is in
that pot?’ queried Bhagavan
“Very hesitantly, the old man said, ‘Nothing particular, Swami. I came to know that you were coming. I wanted to
bring something as usual to offer you, but there was nothing in the house. When I asked my old woman, she said, ‘There
is ample food in the cooking pot. You can take it to them’.Unable to decide what to do, I put some of the food into
this small pot, but ashamed to face you with only this sort of food to offer you, I was sitting here, Swami.

Bhagavan, seemingly very pleased, exclaimed, ‘Oh!Cooked food, is it? That is excellent. Why be ashamed? It
will be very good. Let me have it’
. As the old man was still hesitating, Bhagavan took the pot from him, sat down under
a tree and told his followers to put down all the things they had brought. We did accordingly. Bhagavan took out from
among the cooking things, a big open-mouthed tin-lined vessel into which he put all the food, poured in a lot of water,
and mixed it well into a paste with his hand. Then from some left-overs amongst our things, he took out some limes
and squeezed the juice into the mixture, poured in some buttermilk, and made the whole thing into a liquid. Finally
he mixed some salt and dry ginger powder, then took out a tumblerful of the liquid, drank it, and said, ‘Oh, this is
delicious!’ Then looking at us all, he said, ‘All of you, mix some sugar with that milk left over and drink it; our luggage
will be lighter. I have this food; so what need have I for the milk? This is first rate food for me in this hot weather. It is
also very nourishing, and has many other good qualities too.But you wouldn’t like it, so drink the milk, and please give
my share of it and the sugar to this old man’

“We accordingly mixed the sugar with the milk and, after giving some to the old man, we drank the rest.
Bhagavan was meanwhile talking sociably with the old farmer and taking two or three tumblerfuls of the liquid preparation
saying that it was like nectar. He then said to the old man, ‘My stomach is quite full. I feel that I shan’t be able to take
any food tonight. Take the rest of this liquid food home’. So saying, he gave the remaining food to the old man, who
accepted it as though it were nectar. Wiping the tears of joy that were welling up into his eyes, he took leave of us and
went off to his cottage
“Until recently,” I said, “that old man used to come to see Bhagavan every now and then. Vyasa wrote in glowing
terms in the Bhagavatam about the beaten rice that Kuchela presented to Lord Krishna. Had he seen this Lord’s kindly
act, how much more glowingly would he have written!”

Excerpted from Letters from Sri Ramanasramam.