<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:54:58.667+05:30</updated><category term='jnana sambandhar'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='ramana maharshi'/><category term='self-enquiry'/><category term='suri nagamma'/><category term='Rama'/><category term='ribhu'/><category term='Siva'/><category term='saints'/><category term='appar'/><category term='MANIKKAVACHAKAR'/><category term='bharani'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>as told by Sri Ramana Maharshi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-908621930872670501</id><published>2007-07-10T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:42:42.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VARIOUS STORIES AND TALES                    </title><content type='html'>Sri Bhagavan became transformed while relating incidents from  
his vast collection of stories and tales. On one occasion while  
describing Gautama’s joy at Goddess &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;’s coming to his  
Ashram, Sri Bhagavan could not go on, for tears filled his eyes  
and emotion choked his voice. Trying to hide his plight from  
others, he remarked, “I don’t know how people who perform  
&lt;i&gt;Harikatha&lt;/i&gt; explain such passages to audiences and manage to  
do it without breaking down. I suppose they must make their  
hearts hard like stone before starting their work.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-908621930872670501?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/908621930872670501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=908621930872670501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/908621930872670501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/908621930872670501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/various-stories-and-tales.html' title='VARIOUS STORIES AND TALES                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2357569350282421776</id><published>2007-07-10T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:42:36.491+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self-Surrender                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; D: I fear that Self-realisation is no easy thing to attain.  
    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Why impede yourself by anticipating failure? Push  
on. Self-realisation will come to an earnest seeker in a trice.  
To illustrate this, Sri Bhagavan told the following story:  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;KING JANAKA WAS listening to a philosophical treatise read  
by the state pandit, wherein a passage occurred to the effect that  
a rider who had placed one foot in the stirrup, contemplating  
upon realisation could realise the Self before he lifted the other  
foot to place it in the other stirrup. That is, the passage taught,  
that when realisation comes, it comes in an instant. The king  
stopped the pandit from proceeding further, and ordered him  
to prove the statement. The pandit admitted that he was only a  
book-worm and was unable to impart practical wisdom. Janaka  
suggested that the text was either false or exaggerated, but the  
pandit would not agree to this. Though he himself was unable  
to impart practical wisdom, he maintained that the text could  
not be false or exaggerated, since it contained the words of wise  
sages of the past. Janaka was annoyed with the pandit and in a  
fit of rage condemned him to prison. He then inflicted the  
same punishment on every pandit who passed for a wise man  
but was unable to prove this scriptural text.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For fear of being imprisoned, some of the &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; fled the  
country in voluntary exile. While two or three of them were running  
through a thick forest, a sage called &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt;,* who though young  
[* &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt; means ‘eight’ and &lt;i&gt;vakra&lt;/i&gt; means ‘bends’. &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt; was so named  
because his body had eight deformities.] 
in age was wise in learning, happened to cross their path. Having  
learnt their plight, &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt; offered to prove the text true to the  
king and thereby have the imprisoned &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; released. Impressed  
by his bold assurance, they took him in a palanquin to the king. At  
the sight of the sage, the king stood up and saluted him with great  
reverence. &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt; then ordered the king to release all the &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Janaka thought that such an order could come only from one who  
had the capacity to set his doubts at rest, and hence he released all  
the &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; and asked the sage whether he could summon the horse.  
The sage advised him not to be in a hurry and suggested that they  
should go to a solitary spot. Thereupon the king on his horse and  
the sage in a palanquin went out of the city towards the forest.  
When they reached the forest the sage asked the king to send back  
the retinue. The king did as he was asked, and then placing one of  
his feet in the stirrup, he requested the sage to prove the scriptural  
text. But the sage replied by asking whether the position in which  
they stood indicated a proper master-disciple relationship. The king  
then understood that he should show due reverence towards  
&lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt;, and prayed to him for grace. The sage then addressed  
him as ‘Janaka’, since he was no longer a king and told him that  
before being taught &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, a true disciple should surrender  
himself and all his possessions to his Master. “So be it”, said the  
king. “So be it” replied the sage and disappeared into the forest.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; From that moment Janaka stood transfixed with one foot in the  
stirrup and the other dangling in the air, as if he were a statue.  
&lt;I&gt;(Saying this, Sri Bhagavan imitated the posture of King Janaka).  &lt;/I&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Time passed by, and the citizens, finding no sign of their king  
returning, grew anxious and began to search for him. They came  
to the place where Janaka was standing transfixed and were dismayed  
to find him unaware of their presence and indifferent to their  
earnest enquiries. They therefore began searching for &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vakra&lt;/i&gt;  
who, they thought, must be a charlatan that had cast a spell upon  
their king, and vowed vengeance upon him. At the same time, 
being concerned with the king’s condition and wanting to minister  
to him, they brought him back to the city on a palanquin. The  
king, however, continued to remain in the same condition.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At last, having found &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vakra&lt;/i&gt;, the ministers entreated  
him to remove the alleged spell and bring the king back to his  
normal condition. At the same time they charged him with the  
responsibility for having cast the spell. &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vakra&lt;/i&gt; treated their  
ignorant remarks with contempt and called the name of Janaka,  
who immediately saluted him, and responded to his call. The  
ministers were surprised. &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vakra&lt;/i&gt; told the king that he was  
being maliciously accused by the people of having brought him  
to some sad plight and asked him to tell the truth. On hearing  
this, the king angrily asked, ‘Who said so’? The ministers were  
taken by surprise and pleaded for mercy. Thereupon, the sage  
advised the king to resume his normal functions, adding that  
&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; could be taught only to competent persons and  
that since the king had successfully passed the test, he would  
now impart it to him. Then the sage remained alone with the  
king during the night and taught him the ultimate Truth, saying  
“&lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt; is not anything new or apart from oneself and no  
particular time or place is needed to realise It.” He finally  
concluded by saying, “That Thou Art” (&lt;i&gt;tat tvam asi&lt;/i&gt;). That is  
the Self, eternal and infinite.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next morning the ministers found that the king called  
the assembly and performed his functions as usual. In the  
assembled court &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt; asked the king whether his former  
doubt about whether &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; could be attained as suddenly  
and as quickly as mentioned in the scriptures was cleared, and if  
so to bring the horse and demonstrate the truth of it.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king was all humility now and said, “Lord! Because of  
my immaturity, I doubted the correctness of the scriptural text.  
I now realise every letter of it is true.” The ministers thanked  
the sage. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2357569350282421776?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2357569350282421776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2357569350282421776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2357569350282421776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2357569350282421776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-surrender.html' title='Self-Surrender                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7992478460103457460</id><published>2007-07-10T16:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:45:53.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Jnani and the Siddha                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; One day, while speaking about &lt;i&gt;hatha yoga&lt;/i&gt; and related  
subjects, Sri Bhagavan narrated the following story from  
&lt;i&gt;Prabhulingalila&lt;/i&gt;, a well-known Tamil work by the Sage  
&lt;B&gt;Sivaprakasa Swamigal&lt;/B&gt;.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PRABHULINGA, THE FOUNDER of the &lt;i&gt;Lingayat&lt;/i&gt; sect (now  
mostly prevalent in Karnataka State only), was touring the land  
for the uplift of the spiritually minded. He met the famous Yogi  
Gorakhnath in Gokarnam (a famous place of Hindu pilgrimage  
on the west coast of India). The yogi welcomed him respectfully,  
but was however, proudly conscious of his own extraordinary  
powers over the elements. He considered his guest more or less  
his equal, expressed pleasure at meeting him, and upon greeting  
him, asked who he was.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Prabhulinga replied that only the One who had destroyed  
his ego, root and branch, and who had thereby realised himself  
could know who he was, and wondered what he could say to a  
non-entity, a person, who clung to his perishable body.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gorakhnath, who identified his body as himself, replied,  
“That person alone who has gained the immortality of the body,  
by the favour of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and consumption of &lt;i&gt;gulikas&lt;/i&gt; (medicinal  
herbs), will never die. Therefore one who had not gained such  
immortality dies.” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Prabhulinga remarked that knowledge consists in realizing  
one’s Self and not in immortalising the body and went on to  
explain at length that the body cannot be the real Self. However,  
Gorakhnath could not be persuaded and would not budge an 
inch from his ground; he proudly challenged Prabhulinga to  
try cutting his body, handing him a long, bright and sharp  
sword. When the sword struck the body of Gorakhnath, it caused  
him no injury but was itself blunted. Prabhulinga feigned  
surprise, and asked Gorakhnath to try cutting his body. At first  
Gorakhnath hesitated to do so saying that Prabhulinga would  
die. But when Prabhulinga insisted, he took up the sword and  
tried to cut his body. To the great surprise of Gorakhnath, the  
sword passed easily through the body of Prabhulinga without  
affecting it in any way. It was as if the sword was passing through  
empty space! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Only then was Gorakhnath, the &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;, ready to  
acknowledge the superiority of Prabhulinga, the &lt;i&gt;Jnani&lt;/i&gt;. Thus  
his pride was humbled, and he prayed to Prabhu&lt;i&gt;linga&lt;/i&gt;, to teach  
him the truth. Prabhulinga then expounded &lt;i&gt;Brahma vidya&lt;/i&gt; to  
Gorakhnath as follows: &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;
    “Gorakhnath, do not think your body  
    to be your Self. Seek the In-dweller (the cave-dweller) and you  
    will once for all rid yourself of the disease of birth and death.  
    The cave is your heart only, the In-dweller thereof is called God  
    and I am That.”
&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7992478460103457460?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7992478460103457460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7992478460103457460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7992478460103457460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7992478460103457460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/jnani-and-siddha.html' title='The Jnani and the Siddha                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-294677415864479232</id><published>2007-07-10T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:45:45.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Twentyfour Gurus                    </title><content type='html'>A KING WAS passing through a forest in all pomp and  
pageantry, with his army and retinue behind him. He came  
across a man with not even a cod-piece on, lying on the ground,  
with one leg cocked over the other. He was laughing away,  
apparently supremely happy, contented with himself and all  
the world. The king was struck with the man’s happy state and  
sent for him. But when the king’s men approached the nude  
ascetic and delivered the king’s message, he took absolutely  
no notice and continued in his ascetic bliss. On being told of  
this, the king himself went to the man and even then the man  
took no notice. Thereupon it struck the king that this must  
be no common man, and said, ‘&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, you are evidently  
supremely happy. May we know what is the secret of such  
happiness and from which &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; you learnt it?’ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Thereupon the  
ascetic told the king, ‘I have had twentyfour &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;s. Everything,  
this body, the earth, the birds, some instruments, some persons,  
all have taught me’. All the things in the world may be classed  
as either good or bad. The good taught him what he must  
seek. Similarly, the bad taught him what he must avoid. The  
ascetic was Dattatreya, the &lt;i&gt;avadhuta&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-294677415864479232?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/294677415864479232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=294677415864479232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/294677415864479232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/294677415864479232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/twentyfour-gurus.html' title='Twentyfour Gurus                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2821794453518587459</id><published>2007-07-10T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:41:55.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Heart                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee who had suddenly lost his only son came to  
Bhagavan in a state of acute grief, seeking relief. He asked a  
few questions in which his grief was evident. Bhagavan, as  
usual, asked him to enquire into the Self and find out who is  
grieving. The devotee was not satisfied. Bhagavan then said,  
“All right. I will tell you a story from &lt;i&gt;Vichara Sagaram&lt;/i&gt;. Listen”.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TWO YOUNGSTERS BY name Rama and Krishna, told their  
respective parents that they would go to foreign countries to  
prosecute further studies and then earn a lot of money. After  
some time, one of them died suddenly. The other studied well,  
earned a lot and was living happily. Some time later the one that  
was alive requested a merchant who was going to his native place  
to tell his father that he was wealthy and happy and that the other  
boy who had come with him had passed away. Instead of passing  
on the information correctly, the merchant told the father of the  
person who was alive, that his son was dead, and the father of the  
person that was dead, that his son had earned a lot of money and  
was living happily. The parents of the person that was actually  
dead, were happy in the thought that their son would come back  
after some time, while the parents of the person whose son was  
alive, but was reported to be dead, were in great grief. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; In fact,  
neither of them saw their son but they were experiencing happiness  
or grief according to the reports they received. That is all. We too  
are similarly situated. We believe all sorts of things that the mind  
tells us and get deluded into thinking that what exists does not  
exist and that what does not exist exists. &lt;B&gt;If we do not believe the  
    mind but enter the heart and see the son that is inside, there is no  
    need to see the children outside&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2821794453518587459?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2821794453518587459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2821794453518587459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2821794453518587459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2821794453518587459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/enter-heart.html' title='Enter the Heart                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1386374435026316695</id><published>2007-07-10T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:40:09.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.garudatrading.com/media/thangka2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.garudatrading.com/media/thangka2L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; During a conversation on non-attachment, Bhagavan  
said, “In this part of the country, one of our ancients wrote,  
‘O Lord, thou hast given me a hand to use as pillow under  
my head, a cloth to cover my loins, hands wherewith to eat  
food, what more do I want? This is my great good fortune’!  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That is the purport of the verse. Is it really possible to say  
how great a good fortune that is? Even the greatest kings  
wish for such happiness. There is nothing to equal it. Having  
experienced both these conditions, I know the difference  
between this and that. These beds, sofa and articles around  
me – all this is bondage.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Is not the Buddha an example of this?” asked a devotee.  
Thereupon Sri Bhagavan began speaking about Buddha.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“YES,” SAID BHAGAVAN, “when the Buddha was in the  
palace with all possible luxuries in the world, he was still sad.  
To remove his sadness, his father created more luxuries than  
ever. But none of them satisfied the Buddha. At midnight he  
left his wife and child and disappeared. He remained in great  
austerity for six years, realised the Self; and for the welfare of  
the world became a mendicant (&lt;i&gt;bhikshu&lt;/i&gt;). It was only after he  
became a mendicant that he enjoyed great bliss. Really, what  
more did he require?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“In the garb of a mendicant he came to his own city, did  
he not?” asked a devotee.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Yes, yes,” said Bhagavan. “Having heard that he was  
coming, his father, Suddhodana, decorated the royal elephant 
and went out with his whole army to receive him on the main  
road. But without touching the main road, the Buddha came  
by side roads and by-lanes; he sent his close associates to the  
various streets for alms while he himself in the guise of a  
mendicant went by another way to his father. How could the  
father know that his son was coming in that guise! Yasodhara  
(the Buddha’s wife), however, recognised him, made her son  
prostrate before his father and herself prostrated. After that, the  
father recognised the Buddha. Suddhodana however, had never  
expected to see his son in such a state and was very angry and  
shouted, ‘Shame on you! What is this garb? Does one who should  
have the greatest of riches come like this? I’ve had enough of it!’  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And with that, he looked furiously at the Buddha. Regretting  
that his father had not yet got rid of his ignorance, the Buddha  
too, began to look at his father with even greater intensity. In  
this war of looks, the father was defeated. He fell at the feet of  
his son and himself became a mendicant. Only a man with  
non-attachment can know the power of non-attachment”, said  
Bhagavan, his voice quivering with emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1386374435026316695?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1386374435026316695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1386374435026316695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1386374435026316695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1386374435026316695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/buddha.html' title='Buddha'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7805909367283708989</id><published>2007-07-10T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.148+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Sadhu and the Three Stones                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; In 1949 the inauguration of Mother’s Temple took place,  
and the dedicated labour of ten years was consecrated in Sri  
Bhagavan’s presence. In front of the Matrubhuteswara Shrine,  
the Jubilee Hall was built to accommodate the ever-increasing  
number of devotees. A large granite couch was installed with  
elaborate carvings, spread with a silken mattress for Bhagavan’s  
comfort. As a big pillow was placed on one side for Bhagavan to  
keep his arms, another behind him to lean against and a third  
one at his feet, the actual seating space was considerably reduced.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; One day when Suri Nagamma entered the hall Sri Bhagavan  
said, looking at his attendants, “See how this mattress slips from  
one side to another! People think that it will be comfortable for  
Bhagavan if there is a costly mattress. It is, however, not possible  
to sit on this restfully. Why this? It would be much more  
comfortable if I sat on the stone seat itself. As told in the story  
about the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;, people think that &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt; is undergoing great  
hardship when he lives in a thatched shed and lies on a stone  
bench, and so they make a fuss. It will perhaps be better if, like  
that &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; in the story, I gather some stones similar to those I  
had in the Virupaksha Cave, take them to whichever place I  
go, and spread them on a mattress like this.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A devotee asked, “What is that story of the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; which  
Bhagavan has now mentioned?” Whereupon Bhagavan  
began relating the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A GREAT MAHATMA was living as a &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; under a tree in a  
forest. He always used to keep with him three stones. While 
sleeping, he used to keep one of them under the head, another  
under the waist and the third under the legs and cover himself  
with a sheet. When it rained, the body used to be on the stones  
and so the water would flow underneath, and the water that fell  
on the sheet too, would flow down. So there was no disturbance  
to his sleep; he used to sleep soundly. When sitting, he used to  
keep the three stones together like a hearth and sit upon them  
comfortably. Hence snakes and other reptiles did not trouble  
him nor did he trouble them, for they used to crawl through the  
slits under the stones. Somebody used to bring him food and he  
would eat it. And so, there was nothing for him to worry about.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; A king, who came to that forest for hunting, saw this &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;  
and felt, ‘What a pity! How much must he be suffering by having  
to adjust his body suitably to those stones and sleep thereon. I will  
take him home and keep him with me for at least one or two days  
and make him feel comfortable’. So thinking, he went home and  
sent two of his soldiers with a palanquin and bearers, with  
instructions to invite the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; respectfully and bring him to his  
palace. He also said that if they did not succeed in bringing the  
&lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;, they would be punished. They came and saw the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; and  
told him that the king had ordered them to bring him to the palace  
and that he should come. When he showed disinclination to go  
with them, they said that they would be punished if they returned  
without him. So they begged of him to come, if only to save them  
from trouble. As he did not want them to get into trouble on his  
account, he agreed to go with them. What was there for him to  
pack up? A &lt;i&gt;kaupeenam&lt;/i&gt;, a sheet and those three stones. He folded  
and kept the &lt;i&gt;kaupeenam&lt;/i&gt; in that sheet, kept those three stones also  
in the sheet and tied them together. ‘What is this? This &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt; is  
bringing with him some stones when he is going to a Raja’s palace!  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Is he mad or what?’ thought those soldiers. Anyway, he got into the  
palanquin with his bundle and came to the king. The Raja saw the  
bundle, and thinking it contained some personal effects, took him 
into the palace with due respect, feasted him properly and arranged  
a tape cot with a mattress of silk cotton to sleep upon. The &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;  
opened his bundle, took out the three stones, spread them on the  
bed, covered himself with the sheet and slept as usual.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next morning the king came, bowed to him with  
respect and asked, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, is it comfortable for you here?”  
&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;: “Yes. What is there wanting here? I am always happy.”  
&lt;br/&gt;King: “That is not it, &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;. You were experiencing  
hardships in the forest by having to sleep on those stones. Here  
this bed and this house must be giving you happiness. That is  
why I am asking.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;: “The bed that was there is here also. The bed that  
is here is there also. So I have the same happiness everywhere.  
There is nothing wanting at any time, either in regard to my  
sleep or to my happiness.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king was puzzled and looked at the cot. He saw that the  
three stones were on it. Whereupon, the king immediately prostrated  
himself before the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; and said, “Oh great man! Without knowing  
your greatness I brought you here with the intention of making you  
happy. I did not know that you are always in a state of happiness, and  
so I behaved in this foolish manner. Please excuse me and bless me.”  
&lt;br/&gt;After making up for his mistake in this way, he allowed the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; to  
go his way. This is the story of the &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“So, in the eyes of Mahatmas, the free life is the real happy  
life?” asked that devotee. “What else? Life in big buildings like  
this is like prison life. Only I may be an ‘A’ class prisoner. When  
I sit on mattresses like these, I feel that I am sitting on prickly  
pears. Where is peace and comfort?” said Bhagavan.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Next day that mattress was taken away and the usual mattress  
was spread on the couch. Even so, several people thought that it  
might be better to leave Bhagavan to a free life like that of the  
&lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;. But Bhagavan had to stay there alone, like a parrot in the  
cage of the devotees, because the devotees never leave him free. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7805909367283708989?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7805909367283708989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7805909367283708989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7805909367283708989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7805909367283708989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sadhu-and-three-stones.html' title='The Sadhu and the Three Stones                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6112183159051009953</id><published>2007-07-10T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Initiation                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee asked, “Can anyone get any benefit by  
repeating sacred syllables (&lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s) picked up casually?”  
Sri Bhagavan replied, “No. He must be competent and  
initiated in such &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s.” To illustrate this he told the  
following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A KING VISITED his minister in his residence. There he was  
told that the minister was engaged in repetition of sacred syllables  
(&lt;i&gt;japa&lt;/i&gt;). The king waited for him and, on meeting him, asked  
what the &lt;i&gt;japa&lt;/i&gt; was. The minister said that it was the holiest of all,  
&lt;i&gt;Gayatri&lt;/i&gt;. The king desired to be initiated by the minister but the  
minister confessed his inability to initiate him. Therefore the  
king learned it from someone else, and meeting the minister  
later he repeated the &lt;i&gt;Gayatri&lt;/i&gt; and wanted to know if it was right.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The minister said that the &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt; was correct, but it was not  
proper for him to say it. When pressed for an explanation the  
minister called to a page close by and ordered him to take hold  
of the king. The order was not obeyed. The order was often  
repeated, and still not obeyed. The king flew into a rage and  
ordered the same man to hold the minister, and it was  
immediately done. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The minister laughed and said that the  
incident was the explanation required by the king. “How?” asked  
the king. The minister replied, “The order was the same and  
the executor also, but the authority was different. When I  
ordered, the effect was nil whereas, when you ordered, there  
was immediate effect. Similarly with &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6112183159051009953?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6112183159051009953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6112183159051009953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6112183159051009953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6112183159051009953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/initiation.html' title='Initiation                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-199411997380473944</id><published>2007-07-10T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:05:58.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bharani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Peace is the Sole Criterion                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; When asked about the characteristics of a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;,  
Bhagavan said, “They are described in books, such as the  
&lt;i&gt;Bhagavad Gita&lt;/i&gt;, but we must bear in mind that the &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;’s  
state is one which transcends the mind. It cannot be described  
by the mind. Only Silence can correctly describe this state  
and its characteristics. Silence is more effective than speech.  
From Silence came the ego, from the ego came thought, and  
from thought came speech. So if speech is effective, how much  
more effective must be its original source!” Then, in this  
connection Sri Bhagavan related the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TATTVARAYA COMPOSED A &lt;i&gt;bharani&lt;/i&gt; (a kind of poetic  
composition in Tamil) in honour of his Guru Swarupananda  
and convened an assembly of learned &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; to hear the work  
and assess its value. The &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; raised the objection that a &lt;i&gt;bharani&lt;/i&gt;  
was only composed in honour of great heroes capable of killing a  
thousand elephants, and that it was not in order to compose such  
a work in honour of an ascetic. Thereupon the author said, “Let  
us all go to my &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; and we shall have this matter settled there.”  
&lt;br/&gt;They went to the &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; and, after all had taken their seats, the  
author told his &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; the purpose of their coming there. The &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;  
sat silent and all the others also remained in &lt;i&gt;mauna&lt;/i&gt;. The whole  
day passed, night came, and some more days and nights, and yet  
all sat there silently, no thought at all occurring to any of them  
and nobody asked why they had come there. After three or four  
days like this, the &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; moved his mind a bit, and thereupon the  
assembly regained their thought activity. They then declared,  
“Conquering a thousand elephants is nothing compared to the  
&lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;’s power to conquer the rutting elephants of all our egos put  
together. So certainly he deserves the &lt;i&gt;bharani&lt;/i&gt; in his honour!” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-199411997380473944?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/199411997380473944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=199411997380473944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/199411997380473944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/199411997380473944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/peace-is-sole-criterion.html' title='Peace is the Sole Criterion                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3654803525414015797</id><published>2007-07-10T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Garlic Plant                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; While Bhagavan was perusing the monthly journal  
    &lt;B&gt;Grihalakshmi&lt;/B&gt; he began to laugh and handed the journal to  
Suri Nagamma as she was leaving the hall, saying, “The  
greatness of garlic is described in it. Please read it.” The  
article contained recipes for making &lt;i&gt;chutneys&lt;/i&gt; and pickles  
and in conclusion it stated that there is nothing equal to it  
in its greatness and its benefit to the body. When Suri  
Nagamma returned to the hall in the afternoon,  
Sri Bhagavan inquired if she had read the article and said,  
“People say it is very good for health. Really it is so. It cures  
rheumatism and gives strength to the body. For children it  
acts like &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; (nectar). Garlic is also known as &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt;.”  
A devotee asked how it got that name. Sri Bhagavan  
replied, “There is a curious story about it,” and began telling  
the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AS IS WELL known, when gods (&lt;i&gt;devas&lt;/i&gt;) and demons (&lt;i&gt;rakshasas&lt;/i&gt;)  
churned the ocean, &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; came out of it. When the &lt;i&gt;rakshasas&lt;/i&gt;  
were running away with the vessel containing &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;devas&lt;/i&gt;  
appealed to &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; came on to the scene in the shape  
of Mohini (enchantress), and offered to resolve their quarrel by  
serving &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; to them all. They agreed. While serving it to the  
gods first, it appeared that there might not be enough to go  
round for the demons. One of the latter got into the line of the  
gods, unobserved by Mohini, and was swallowing the &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt;,  
when the Sun and Moon noticed it and gave her the hint. She  
threw the ladle, with which the &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; was being served, at the  
demon in such a way as to cut off his head. The ladle became  
the &lt;i&gt;Chakra &lt;/i&gt;(an invincible lethal weapon of &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;) and cut off 
his head. But as the &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; had already gone down his throat, the  
head became a &lt;i&gt;graha&lt;/i&gt; (planet) and has since been taking  
vengeance on the Sun and Moon at the time of an eclipse. That  
is the story. Now, when the head of the demon was severed, the  
trunk fell down, and in the process, a few drops of &lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt; fell on  
the ground. It is said that those drops became the garlic plant.  
That is why it is said that garlic has some of the properties of  
&lt;i&gt;amrit&lt;/i&gt;. It is very good for the body. But since it also has the  
touch of the demon, it has tamasic qualities too, which when  
eaten affect the mind. Hence, it is forbidden for &lt;i&gt;sadhakas&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3654803525414015797?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3654803525414015797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3654803525414015797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3654803525414015797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3654803525414015797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/garlic-plant.html' title='The Garlic Plant                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1150591747277658045</id><published>2007-07-10T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:06:19.407+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ribhu'/><title type='text'>‘I’ and You                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; An earnest devotee asked Sri Bhagavan about the  
method to realize the Self. As usual, Sri Bhagavan told him  
to find out who is the ‘I’ in his question. After a few more  
questions in this strain the devotee asked, “Instead of  
enquiring ‘Who am I?’, can I put the question to myself  
‘Who are you?’ since then, my mind may be fixed on you  
whom I consider to be God in the form of Guru.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sri Bhagavan replied, “Whatever form your enquiry  
may take, you must finally come to the one ‘I’, the Self. All  
these distinctions made between ‘I’ and ‘you’, master and  
disciple, are merely a sign of one’s ignorance. That ‘I’ Supreme  
alone is. To think otherwise is to delude oneself.” Thereupon  
Sri Bhagavan told the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A &lt;i&gt;PURANIC&lt;/i&gt; STORY of Sage Ribhu and his disciple Nidagha,  
is particularly instructive.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Although Ribhu taught his disciple the Supreme Truth of  
the One &lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt; without a second, Nidagha, in spite of his  
erudition and understanding, did not get sufficient conviction  
to adopt and follow the path of &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, but settled down in his  
native town to lead a life devoted to the observance of  
ceremonial religion.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But the sage loved his disciple as deeply as the latter  
venerated his Master. In spite of his age, Ribhu would himself  
go to his disciple in the town, just to see how far the latter had  
outgrown his ritualism. At times the sage went in disguise, so  
that he might observe how Nidagha would act when he did not  
know that he was being observed by his master.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On one such occasion Ribhu, who had put on the disguise  
of a rustic, found Nidagha intently watching a royal procession. 
Unrecognised by the town-dweller Nidagha, the village rustic  
enquired what the bustle was all about, and was told that the  
king was going in procession.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Oh! It is the king. He goes in procession! But where is  
he?” asked the rustic.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“There, on the elephant,” said Nidagha.  
“You say the king is on the elephant. Yes, I see the two,”  
said the rustic, “But which is the king and which is the elephant?”  
&lt;br/&gt;“What!” exclaimed Nidagha. “You see the two, but do not  
know that the man above is the king and the animal below is  
the elephant? What is the use of talking to a man like you?”  
&lt;br/&gt;“Pray, be not impatient with an ignorant man like me,”  
begged the rustic. “But you said ‘above’ and ‘below’ – what do  
they mean?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nidagha could stand it no more. “You see the king and the  
elephant, the one above and the other below. Yet you want to know  
what is meant by ‘above’ and ‘below’?” burst out Nidagha. “If things  
seen and words spoken can convey so little to you, action alone  
can teach you. Bend forward, and you will know it all too well”.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The rustic did as he was told. Nidagha got on his shoulders  
and said, “Know it now. I am above as the king, you are below  
as the elephant. Is that clear enough?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“No, not yet,” was the rustic’s quiet reply. “You say you are  
above like the king, and I am below like the elephant. The  
‘king’, the ‘elephant’, ‘above’ and ‘below’ – so far it is clear. But  
pray, tell me what you mean by ‘I’ and ‘you’?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When Nidagha was thus confronted all of a sudden with  
the mighty problem of defining the ‘you’ apart from the ‘I’,  
light dawned on his mind. At once he jumped down and fell at  
his Master’s feet saying, “Who else but my venerable Master,  
Ribhu, could have thus drawn my mind from the superficialities  
of physical existence to the true Being of the Self? Oh! Benign  
Master, I crave thy blessings.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1150591747277658045?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1150591747277658045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1150591747277658045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1150591747277658045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1150591747277658045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-and-you.html' title='‘I’ and You                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3508011291952519610</id><published>2007-07-10T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Earnestness or Faith (Sraddha)                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee obtained a copy of Sri Bhagavan’s work  
&lt;i&gt;Ulladu Narpadu&lt;/i&gt; (Forty Verses on Reality) and began to  
write out the entire work for himself. Seeing him doing this  
writing with earnestness, though with a certain amount of  
difficulty and strain, since the devotee was not accustomed  
to squatting and doing continuous writing work, Bhagavan  
told the story of a &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt; and his disciples to illustrate  
what is called &lt;i&gt;sraddha&lt;/i&gt; – earnestness of purpose.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THERE WAS ONCE a &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; who had eight disciples. One day he  
instructed them all to make a copy of his teachings from a note-  
book he had kept. One of them, who had lived an easy-going life  
before renouncing the world, could not make a copy for himself.  
He, therefore paid a couple of rupees to a fellow disciple and  
requested him to make a copy for him also. The &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; examined  
the copy books one day and, noticing two books in the same  
handwriting, asked the disciples for an explanation. Both the writer  
and the one on whose behalf it was written told the truth about it.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The Master commented that, though speaking the truth was an  
essential quality of a spiritual aspirant, it alone would not carry one  
to one’s goal, but that &lt;i&gt;sraddha&lt;/i&gt; (earnestness of purpose) was also  
necessary. Since this had not been exhibited by the disciple who  
had entrusted his own labour to another, he was disqualified from  
discipleship. Referring to his making payment for the work, the  
&lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; sarcastically remarked that “Salvation” costs more than that  
and he was at liberty to purchase it rather than undergo training  
under him. So saying he dismissed that disciple. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3508011291952519610?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3508011291952519610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3508011291952519610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3508011291952519610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3508011291952519610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/earnestness-or-faith-sraddha.html' title='Earnestness or Faith (Sraddha)                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2181729480675439372</id><published>2007-07-10T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>In the World but not of the World                    </title><content type='html'>KADUVELI SIDDHAR WAS famed as a very austere hermit.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He lived on the dry leaves fallen from trees. The king of the  
country heard of him and offered a reward to one who would  
prove this man’s worth. A rich &lt;i&gt;dasi&lt;/i&gt; agreed to do it. She began to  
live near the recluse and pretended to attend on him. She gently  
left pieces of &lt;i&gt;pappadam&lt;/i&gt; along with the dry leaves picked by  
him. When he had eaten them she began to leave other kinds  
of tasty food along with the dry leaves. Eventually he took good  
tasty dishes supplied by her. They became intimate and a child  
was born to them. She reported the matter to the king.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king wanted to know if she could prove their mutual  
relationship to the general public. She agreed and suggested  
a plan of action. Accordingly the king announced a public  
dancing performance by the &lt;i&gt;dasi&lt;/i&gt; and invited the people to  
it. The crowd gathered and she also appeared, but not before  
she had given a dose of physic to the child and left it in  
charge of the saint at home.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the dance was at its height, the child was crying at home  
for its mother. The father took the babe in his arms and went to  
the dancing performance. As she was dancing hilariously he  
could not approach her with the child. She noticed the man  
and the babe, and contrived to kick her legs in the dance, so as  
to unloose one of her anklets just as she approached the place  
where the saint was. She gently lifted her foot and he tied the  
anklet. The public shouted and laughed. But he remained  
unaffected. Yet to prove his worth, he sang a Tamil song meaning: 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; “For victory, let go my anger!  
    &lt;br/&gt;I release my mind when it rushes away.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If it is true that I sleep day and  
night quite aware of my Self,  
&lt;br/&gt;may this stone burst into twain  
&lt;br/&gt;and become the wide expanse!”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Immediately the stone (idol) burst with a loud noise. The  
people were astounded.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thus he proved himself an unswerving &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;. One should  
not be deceived by the external appearance of a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;. Verse  
181 of &lt;i&gt;Vedanta Chudamani&lt;/i&gt; further explains this. Its meaning is  
as follows:  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Although a &lt;i&gt;jivanmukta&lt;/i&gt; associated with the body may, owing  
to his &lt;i&gt;prarabdha&lt;/i&gt;, appear to lapse into ignorance or wisdom, yet  
he is only pure like the ether (&lt;i&gt;akasa&lt;/i&gt;) which is always itself clear,  
whether covered by dense clouds or without being covered by  
clouds. He always revels in the Self alone, like a loving wife  
taking pleasure with her husband alone. Though she attends on  
him with things obtained from others (by way of fortune, as  
determined by her &lt;i&gt;prarabdha&lt;/i&gt;). Though he remains silent like  
one devoid of learning, his supineness is due to the implicit  
duality of the &lt;i&gt;vaikhari vak&lt;/i&gt; (spoken words) of the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt;; his  
silence is the highest expression of the realised non-duality which  
is after all the true content of the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt;. Though he instructs his  
disciples, he does not pose as a teacher in the full conviction  
that the teacher and disciple are mere conventions born of  
illusion (&lt;i&gt;maya&lt;/i&gt;), and so he continues to utter words like &lt;i&gt;akasvani&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; If, on the other hand, he mutters words incoherently like a  
lunatic, it is because his experience is inexpressible. If his words  
are many and fluent like those of an orator, they represent the  
recollection of his experience, since he is the unmoving non-  
dual One without any desire awaiting fulfilment. Although he  
may appear grief-stricken like any other man in bereavement, 
yet he evinces just the right love of and pity for the senses which  
he earlier controlled before he realised that they were mere  
instruments and manifestations of the Supreme Being. When  
he seems keenly interested in the wonders of the world, he is  
only ridiculing the ignorance born of superimposition. If he  
appears wrathful he means well to the offenders. All his actions  
should be taken to be only divine manifestations on the plane  
of humanity. There should not arise even the least doubt as to  
his being emancipated while yet alive. He lives only for the  
good of the world. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2181729480675439372?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2181729480675439372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2181729480675439372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2181729480675439372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2181729480675439372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-world-but-not-of-world.html' title='In the World but not of the World                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2646819492534580634</id><published>2007-07-10T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:29:06.892+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rama'/><title type='text'>Total Abidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee asked, “How does the repetition of the name  
    of God help Realisation?” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Sri Bhagavan replied, “The  
original name is always going on spontaneously without any  
effort on the part of the individual. That name is &lt;i&gt;aham&lt;/i&gt; –  
‘I’. But when it becomes manifest it manifests as &lt;i&gt;ahamkara&lt;/i&gt;
– the ego. The oral repetition of the name leads one to mental  
repetition which finally resolves itself into the eternal  
vibration. The mind or the mouth cannot act without the  
Self.” Thereupon Sri Bhagavan told the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi6cmFlmXI/AAAAAAAAADo/trqFHda4E2U/s1600-h/Rama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi6cmFlmXI/AAAAAAAAADo/trqFHda4E2U/s320/Rama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020779538061682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TUKARAM, THE GREAT Maharashtra Saint, used to remain  
in &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt; in the day and sing and dance at night with large  
crowds of people. He always used to utter the name of Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;.  
Once he was answering the call of nature and also saying “Ram,  
Ram”. An orthodox priest was shocked at the uttering of the  
holy name by the saint when his body was not clean. Hence he  
reprimanded him and ordered him to be silent. Tukaram said,  
“All right!” and remained mute. But at once there arose the  
name of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; from every pore of Tukaram and the priest was  
horrified by the din. He then prayed to Tukaram, “Restrictions  
are only for the common people and not for saints like you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2646819492534580634?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2646819492534580634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2646819492534580634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2646819492534580634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2646819492534580634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/total-abidance.html' title='Total Abidance'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi6cmFlmXI/AAAAAAAAADo/trqFHda4E2U/s72-c/Rama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1758769791221403233</id><published>2007-07-10T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:23:24.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rama'/><title type='text'>Quiet Piety</title><content type='html'>THERE WAS A king with a devoted queen. She was a devotee  
of Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; and yearned that her husband should similarly be a  
devotee. One night she found that the king mumbled something  
in his sleep. She kept her ears close to his lips and heard the  
word ‘&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;’ repeated continually as in &lt;i&gt;japa&lt;/i&gt;. She was delighted  
and the next day ordered the minister to hold a feast. The king  
having partaken of the feast asked his wife for an explanation.  
She related the whole occurrence and said that the feast was in  
gratitude to God for the fulfilment of a long cherished wish.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi5FmFlmWI/AAAAAAAAADg/s85l7T8qhbA/s1600-h/2559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi5FmFlmWI/AAAAAAAAADg/s85l7T8qhbA/s320/2559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087019284889442658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The king was however annoyed that his devotion should have  
been found out. Some say that having thus betrayed God he  
considered himself unworthy of God and so committed suicide.  
It means that one should not openly display one’s piety. We  
may take it that the king told the queen not to make a fuss over  
his piety and they then lived happily together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1758769791221403233?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1758769791221403233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1758769791221403233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1758769791221403233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1758769791221403233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/quiet-piety.html' title='Quiet Piety'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi5FmFlmWI/AAAAAAAAADg/s85l7T8qhbA/s72-c/2559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3274874490077184073</id><published>2007-07-10T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Unknown Tenth Man                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt;D.: Not having realised the Truth that the Self alone  
exists, should I not adopt &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;yoga margas&lt;/i&gt; as being  
more suitable for purposes of &lt;i&gt;sadhana&lt;/i&gt; than &lt;i&gt;vichara marga&lt;/i&gt;?  
Is not the Realization of one’s Absolute Being that is, &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;  
&lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, something quite unattainable to a layman like me?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Ramana Maharshi.: &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; is not a knowledge to be acquired,  
so that acquiring it one may obtain happiness. It is one’s  
ignorant outlook that one should give up. The Self you seek  
to know is verily yourself. Your supposed ignorance causes  
you needless grief like that of the ten foolish men who grieved  
the ‘loss’ of the tenth man who was never lost.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THE TEN FOOLISH men in the parable forded a stream and  
on reaching the other shore wanted to make sure that all of  
them had in fact safely crossed the stream. One of the ten began  
to count, but while counting others left himself out. “I see only  
nine; sure enough we have lost one. Who can it be?” he said   
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; “Did you count correctly?” asked another, and did the counting  
himself. But he too counted only nine. One after the other  
each of the ten counted only nine, missing himself. “We are  
only nine” they all agreed, “but who is the missing one?”, they  
asked themselves. Every effort they made to discover the ‘missing’  
individual failed. “Whoever he be that is drowned” said the  
sentimental of ten fools, “we have lost him”. So saying he burst  
into tears, and the rest of the nine followed suit. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Seeing them  
weeping on the river bank, a sympathetic wayfarer enquired  
for the cause. They related what had happened and said that 
even after counting themselves several times they could find no  
more than nine. On hearing the story, but seeing all the ten  
before him, the wayfarer guessed what had happened. In order  
to make them know for themselves that they were really ten,  
that all of them had come safe from the crossing, he told them,  
“Let each of you count for himself but one after the other serially,  
one, two, three and so on, while I shall give you each a blow so  
that all of you may be sure of having been included in the  
count, and included only once. The tenth ‘missing’ man will  
then be found.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Hearing this they rejoiced at the prospect of  
finding their ‘lost’ comrade and accepted the method suggested  
by the wayfarer.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;While the kind wayfarer gave a blow to each of the ten in  
turn, he that got the blow counted himself aloud. “Ten” said  
the last man as he got the last blow in his turn. Bewildered they  
looked at one another, “We are ten” they said with one voice  
and thanked the wayfarer for having removed their grief.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That is the parable. From where was the tenth man  
brought in? Was he ever lost? By knowing that he had been  
there all the while, did they learn anything new? The cause of  
their grief was not the real loss of any one of the ten, it was  
their own ignorance, rather their mere supposition that one  
of them was lost – though they could not find who he was –  
because they counted only nine. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3274874490077184073?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3274874490077184073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3274874490077184073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3274874490077184073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3274874490077184073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/unknown-tenth-man.html' title='Unknown Tenth Man                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-636672578218300843</id><published>2007-07-10T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>God Works for His devotee                    </title><content type='html'>ON A PARTICULAR day in the year the God and the Goddess  
are taken to an adjoining field and the festival of the gods and  
goddess is celebrated. This is in memory of the fact that one day  
Sundaramurti &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt; entered the temple and found to his dismay  
that neither God nor Goddess was there, and that on searching  
for them he found them in a field working at transplanting  
seedlings for a devotee, a &lt;i&gt;Harijan&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-636672578218300843?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/636672578218300843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=636672578218300843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/636672578218300843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/636672578218300843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-works-for-his-devotee.html' title='God Works for His devotee                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7418230112406963839</id><published>2007-07-10T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:34:02.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Each Reflects His Own Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi7O2FlmYI/AAAAAAAAADw/Wq_4hy3oSeU/s1600-h/PBAAB_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi7O2FlmYI/AAAAAAAAADw/Wq_4hy3oSeU/s320/PBAAB_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087021642826488194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A NAYANAR WENT to Kalahasti for the &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of God. He  
saw all the people there as &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, and Sakti, because he Himself  
was so. Again Dharmaputra considered that the whole world  
was composed of people having some merit or other and that  
each of them was even better than he himself for some reason  
or other. Whereas Duryodhana could not find even a single  
good person in the world. Each reflects his own nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7418230112406963839?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7418230112406963839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7418230112406963839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7418230112406963839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7418230112406963839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/each-reflects-his-own-nature.html' title='Each Reflects His Own Nature'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JAC_rn8bJxw/Rpi7O2FlmYI/AAAAAAAAADw/Wq_4hy3oSeU/s72-c/PBAAB_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1096532393729454232</id><published>2007-07-10T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Master’s Payment                    </title><content type='html'>A DISCIPLE SERVED his master for a long time and realised  
the Self. He was in Bliss and wanted to express his gratitude to  
the Master. He was in tears of joy and his voice choked when he  
spoke. He said, “What a wonder that I did not know my very  
Self all these years! I suffered long and you so graciously helped  
me to realise the Self. How shall I repay your grace? It is not in  
my power to do it.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The Master replied, “Well, well. Your  
repayment consists in not lapsing into ignorance again but in  
continuing in the state of your real Self.”  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1096532393729454232?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1096532393729454232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1096532393729454232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1096532393729454232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1096532393729454232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/masters-payment.html' title='The Master’s Payment                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-953298996690570486</id><published>2007-07-10T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Fault Lies in Exposure                    </title><content type='html'>EZHUTHACHAN, A GREAT saint and author, had a few  
fish concealed on him when he entered the temple. The saint  
was searched and taken to the king. The king asked him, “Why  
did you take the fish into the temple?” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; He replied, “It is not my  
fault. I had it concealed in my clothes. The others exposed the  
fish in the temple. The fault lies in exposure. Excreta within the  
body are not considered filthy; but when excreted, they are  
considered filthy. So also with this.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-953298996690570486?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/953298996690570486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=953298996690570486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/953298996690570486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/953298996690570486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/fault-lies-in-exposure.html' title='The Fault Lies in Exposure                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6800092873940953906</id><published>2007-07-10T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Brahmachari’s Touch                    </title><content type='html'>SRI BHAGAVAN WARNED the hearers against the mistake of  
disparaging a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt; for his apparent conduct and again cited the  
story of Parikshit. He was a still born child. The ladies cried and  
appealed to Sri Krishna to save the child. The sages round about  
wondered how Krishna was going to save the child from the  
effects of the arrows (&lt;i&gt;apandavastra&lt;/i&gt;) of Asvattama. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Krishna said,  
“If the child be touched by one eternally celibate (&lt;i&gt;nityabramachari&lt;/i&gt;)  
the child would be brought to life.” Even Suka dared not touch  
the child. Finding no one among the reputed saints bold enough  
to touch the child, Krishna went and touched it, saying, “If I am  
eternally celibate (&lt;i&gt;nityabramachari&lt;/i&gt;) may the child be brought to  
life.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The child began to breathe and later grew up to be Parikshit.  
Just consider how Krishna surrounded by 16,000 gopis is  
a &lt;I&gt;brahmachari&lt;/I&gt;! Such is the mystery of &lt;I&gt;jivanmukti&lt;/I&gt;! A &lt;i&gt;jivanmukta&lt;/i&gt;  
is one who does not see anything separate from the Self. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6800092873940953906?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6800092873940953906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6800092873940953906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6800092873940953906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6800092873940953906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/brahmacharis-touch.html' title='Brahmachari’s Touch                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3668908517716584364</id><published>2007-07-10T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The King and His Ministers                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; D: What is the difference between a man who makes  
no attempt and remains an &lt;i&gt;ajnani&lt;/i&gt;, and another who gains  
a glimpse and returns to &lt;i&gt;ajnana&lt;/i&gt;?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; In the latter case a stimulus is always present to  
goad him on to further efforts until the Realisation is perfect.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; D: The &lt;i&gt;Srutis&lt;/i&gt; say, ‘this knowledge of &lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt; shines  
forth once and for ever’.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; They refer to the permanent Realisation and not to  
the glimpse.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;D: How is it possible that a man forgets his own  
experience and falls back into ignorance?  
&lt;br/&gt;Sri Bhagavan illustrated this with the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THERE WAS A king who treated his subjects well. One of his  
ministers gained his confidence and misused the influence. All  
the other ministers and officers were adversely affected and they  
hit upon a plan to get rid of him. They instructed the guards  
not to let the man enter the palace. The king noted his absence  
and enquired after him. He was informed that the man was  
taken ill and could not therefore come to the palace. The king  
deputed his physician to attend on the minister. False reports  
were conveyed to the king that the minister was sometimes  
improving and at other times collapsing. The king desired to  
see the patient. But the &lt;i&gt;pandits&lt;/i&gt; said that such an action was 
against the &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;. Later the minister was reported to have  
died. The king was very sorry when he heard the news.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The arrogant minister was kept informed of all the  
happenings by spies of his own. He tried to foil the other  
ministers. He waited for the king to come out of the palace so  
that he might report himself to the king. On one occasion he  
climbed up a tree, hid himself among the branches and awaited  
the king. The king came out that night in the palanquin and  
the man in hiding jumped down in front of the palanquin and  
shouted his identity. The companion of the king was equally  
resourceful. He at once took out a handful of sacred ashes  
(&lt;i&gt;vibhuti&lt;/i&gt;) from his pocket and scattered it in the air so that the  
king was obliged to close his eyes. The companion also shouted  
victory (&lt;i&gt;jai&lt;/i&gt;) to the king and ordered the band to play so that  
the other man’s shout was drowned in the noise. He also ordered  
the palanquin-bearers to move fast and he himself sang  
incantations to keep off evil spirits. The king was thus left under  
the impression that the dead man’s ghost was playing pranks  
with him.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The disappointed man became desperate and retired into  
the forest for &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;ya (austerities). After a long time the king  
happened to go hunting. He came across the former minister  
seated in deep contemplation. But he hastened away from the  
spot lest the ghost should molest him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3668908517716584364?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3668908517716584364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3668908517716584364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3668908517716584364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3668908517716584364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/king-and-his-ministers.html' title='The King and His Ministers                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2616655771753476890</id><published>2007-07-10T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Greatness of Japa                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee asked, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, what is the easiest way to  
attain &lt;i&gt;moksha&lt;/i&gt;?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan said with a smile, “As and when the mind  
goes astray, it should be turned inward and made to steady  
itself in the thought of the Self. That is the only way.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Another devotee said, “To do so, the repeating of the  
name of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; is good, is it not?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Certainly, it is good,” said Bhagavan. “What could  
be better? The greatness of the &lt;i&gt;japa&lt;/i&gt; of the name of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; is  
extraordinary. In the story of Namadeva he is reported to  
have told one devotee, ‘If you want to know the greatness of  
the name of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; you must first know what your own name  
is, what your real nature (swarupa) is, who you are and  
how you were born. Unless you know your own origin, you  
will not know your name!’ This idea is found in the Abhangas  
of Namadeva written in Marathi language and in the  
Malayalam &lt;i&gt;Adhyatma &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;yana&lt;/i&gt;.” Thereupon Bhagavan  
related a story from the latter.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;IT IS STATED in that book that when Anjaneya (Hanuman) went in  
search of Sita, he seated himself opposite to Ravana in the  
Darbar Hall on a high pedestal and fearlessly spoke to him  
thus: &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;
    ‘Oh Ravana, I give you a teaching (&lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt;) for attaining  
    liberation (&lt;i&gt;moksha&lt;/i&gt;). Please listen to me carefully. It is certain  
    that the Self (&lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;) gets purified by intense devotion to Hari,  
    who is in the lotus of the Heart at all times. The ego gets  
    destroyed and then the sin gets destroyed. Afterwards, in its 
    place, the knowledge of the transcendent Self emerges. With  
    a pure mind and with the Bliss (&lt;i&gt;Ananda&lt;/i&gt;) generated by a firm  
    knowledge of the Self, the two letters ‘Ra’ ‘Ma’ which are like  
    &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s, will repeat themselves within you automatically. What  
    more is required for a person who has this knowledge, however  
    little it might be? Hence worship the lotus feet of &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;,  
    which will remove all worldly fears, which are dear to all  
    devotees and which shine as brightly as the light of a crore of  
    Suns. Give up the ignorance of your mind’
&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; This has been  
mentioned in two or three &lt;i&gt;slokas&lt;/i&gt; in the Sanskrit Adhyatma  
Ramayanam but not as elaborately as in the Malayalam text.  
&lt;br/&gt;   Is the greatness of the name of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; ordinary? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2616655771753476890?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2616655771753476890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2616655771753476890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2616655771753476890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2616655771753476890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/greatness-of-japa.html' title='The Greatness of Japa                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6938434387987403421</id><published>2007-07-10T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Silent Eloquence                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; Lakshman &lt;i&gt;Brahmachari&lt;/i&gt; from Sri Ramakrishna  
Mission asked, “Enquiry of ‘Who am I?’ or of the ‘I-thought’  
being itself a thought, how can it be destroyed in the process?”  
Sri Bhagavan replied with a story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WHEN SITA WAS asked who was her husband among the  
&lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s (&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; himself being present there as a &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;) in the forest,  
by the wives of the &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s, she denied each one as he was pointed  
out to her, but simply hung down her head when &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; was  
pointed out. Her silence was eloquent.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Similarly, the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; also are eloquent in &lt;I&gt;neti-neti&lt;/I&gt; (not this,  
not this) and then remain silent. Their silence is the Real State.  
This is the meaning of exposition by silence. When the source  
of the ‘I’-thought is reached it vanishes and what remains is the  
Self. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6938434387987403421?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6938434387987403421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6938434387987403421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6938434387987403421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6938434387987403421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/silent-eloquence.html' title='Silent Eloquence                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7116528857226488117</id><published>2007-07-10T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Headship of a Mutt                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee told Bhagavan about his ill-health,  
treatment by doctors and services rendered to him by his  
servants. Bhagavan did not immediately reply to him, but  
in the evening, when the devotees all gathered, he began  
massaging his own legs with oil. Looking at the questioner  
with a smile, he said, “We are our own doctors and our own  
servants.” The questioner then said, “What are we to do if  
we do not have strength like Bhagavan to attend to our own  
work?” Bhagavan’s reply was, “If we have strength to eat,  
why should we not have strength to do this?” The questioner  
could not say anything and so kept silent with his head bent.  
Just then the post arrived. After looking through the letters,  
Bhagavan narrated the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ONCE A CERTAIN &lt;i&gt;sanyasi&lt;/i&gt; was anxious to be the head of a  
&lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;. He had to have disciples, you see and he tried his level  
best to secure some. Anyone who came, soon found out the  
limited knowledge of the person and so went away. No one  
stayed on. What could he do?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; One day he had to go to a city. There he had to keep up  
his position; but he had no disciple. No one must know this.  
His bundle of clothes, etc., was on his head. So, he thought he  
would place the bundle in some house unobserved and then  
pretend to go there afterwards. He wandered throughout the  
place. Whenever he tried to step into a house, he found a  
number of people in front of it. Poor chap! What could he  
do? It was almost evening. He was tired. At last he found a 
house with no one in front. The door was open. Greatly  
relieved, he placed the bundle in one corner of the house and  
then sat in the verandah.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a while the lady of the house came out and enquired  
who he was. “Me! I am the head of a &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; in such and such a  
place. I came to this city on some work. I heard that you were  
good householders. I therefore sent my belongings through my  
disciple to put them in your house thinking that we could put up  
with you for the night and go away next morning. Has he done  
so?” “No one has come sir”, she said. “No, please. I asked him to  
put the bundle here, go to the bazaar and get some things. Kindly  
see if he has put it in any corner”, he said. When the lady searched  
this side and that, she saw the bundle in one corner. Thereupon  
she and her husband welcomed him and gave him food, etc.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rather late in the night, they asked, “How is it, sir your  
disciple has not come yet?” He said, “Perhaps that useless fellow  
has eaten something in the bazaar and is wandering about. You  
please go to bed. If he comes, I will open the door for him.”  
That couple had by then understood the &lt;i&gt;sanyasi&lt;/i&gt;’s true  
position. They thought they would see further fun and so went  
into the house to lie down. Then the person started his acting.  
He opened the door and closed it, making a loud noise so as to  
be heard by the members of the household. He then said loudly,  
“Why! What have you been doing so long? Take care – if you  
do it again, I shall beat you black and blue. Be careful  
henceforth.” Changing his tone thereafter, he said in a plaintive  
voice, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, please excuse me. I shall not do it again.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Assuming the original tone, he said, “All right. Come here,  
massage my legs here. No, there. Please hit lightly with your  
fists. Yes a little more.” So saying, he massaged his own legs and  
then said, “Enough. It is rather late. Go to bed.” So saying he  
went to sleep. There was a hole in the wall of the room where 
the couple were staying and through it they saw the whole farce.  
In the early morning the &lt;i&gt;sanyasi&lt;/i&gt; again began repeating  
the evening’s performance, saying, “You lazy fellow! The cocks  
have begun to crow. Go to so and so’s house and come back  
after doing such and such work.” So saying, he opened the  
door, pretended to send him away and went back to bed. The  
couple saw this also.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In the morning he bundled up his belongings, put the  
bundle in a corner, and went to a tank nearby for bathing,  
etc. The couple took the bundle and hid it somewhere. The  
&lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt; returned and searched the whole room but the bundle  
was not found anywhere. So he asked the lady of the house,  
“Where is my bundle?” The couple then replied, “Sir, your  
disciple came here and took away the bundle saying you wanted  
him to bring it to you. It is the same person who massaged  
your legs last night. He must be round the corner. Please see,  
&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;.” What could he do then? He kept his mouth shut and  
started going home.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is what happens if a disciple serves you. Just like me,  
we are our own servants.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So saying, Bhagavan pretended to massage his legs with  
his hands and his fists. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7116528857226488117?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7116528857226488117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7116528857226488117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7116528857226488117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7116528857226488117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/headship-of-mutt.html' title='Headship of a Mutt                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7239026771226916184</id><published>2007-07-10T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Bhakta Ekanath                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A discussion in the hall centred on the story of  
Kulasekhara Alwar, which had appeared in the Vision  
magazine. During a &lt;i&gt;Harikatha&lt;/i&gt;, Kulasekhara identifying  
himself so completely with the situation of the story, felt it  
his duty as a worshipper of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; to at once hasten to Lanka  
and release Sita. He ran to the sea and entered it to cross  
over to Lanka, when &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; appeared with Sita and  
Lakshmana and showered His grace on him. This led others  
in the hall to remark, “Some Maratha saint also did a similar  
thing. He leaped up to the roof, I think.” Thereupon Sri  
Bhagavan related the story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; EKANATH WAS WRITING the &lt;i&gt;Ramayana&lt;/i&gt;, and when he  
came to the portion in which he was graphically describing that  
Hanuman jumped across the ocean to Lanka, he so identified  
himself with his hero Hanuman that unconsciously he leaped  
into the air and landed on the roof of his neighbour’s house.  
This neighbour had always had a poor opinion of Ekanath,  
taking him for a humbug and religious hypocrite. He heard a  
thud on his roof, and coming out to see what it was, discovered  
Ekanath lying down on the roof with a cadjan leaf in one hand  
and his iron stile in the other. The cadjan leaf had verses  
describing how Hanuman leapt across the sea. This incident  
proved to the neighbour what a genuine &lt;i&gt;bhakta&lt;/i&gt; Ekanath was  
and he became his disciple.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a pause Bhagavan also related: “God appeared in a  
dream to Ekanath and asked him to go and repair the tomb 
of Jnaneswar. When Ekanath went there accordingly, he found  
a contractor ready to do all the work and take payment at the  
end. The contractor opened a big account in which all expenses  
were entered, with the names of all the workmen and wages  
paid. Everything went on systematically. When the work of  
repairs was completed, the accounts were looked into and the  
contractor paid his dues. Then the contractor and his big  
account book totally disappeared. Then alone Ekanath came  
to know that God was his contractor and did the work. Such  
things have happened.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7239026771226916184?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7239026771226916184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7239026771226916184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7239026771226916184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7239026771226916184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/bhakta-ekanath.html' title='Bhakta Ekanath                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1408825574336206937</id><published>2007-07-10T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Immature Pot                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; D: Is it possible to speak to &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; as Sri Ramakrishna  
did?  
&lt;br/&gt; &lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; When we can speak to each other why should we  
not speak to &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; in the same way?  
&lt;br/&gt;D: Then why does it not happen with us?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It requires purity and strength of mind and practice  
in meditation.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;D: Does God become evident if the above conditions  
exist?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Such manifestation is as real as your own reality.  
In other words, when you identify yourself with the body as  
in &lt;i&gt;jagrat&lt;/i&gt; you see gross objects; when in subtle body or in  
mental plane as in &lt;i&gt;swapna&lt;/i&gt;, you see objects equally subtle; in  
the absence of identification as in &lt;i&gt;sushupti&lt;/i&gt; you see nothing.  
The objects seen bear a relation to the state of the seer. The  
same applies to visions of God.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By long practice the figure of God, as meditated upon,  
appears in dream and may later appear in &lt;i&gt;jagrat&lt;/i&gt; also.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;D: Is that the state of God-realisation?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Listen to what happened once years ago.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Vithoba found Namdev had not yet realised the Supreme  
Truth and wanted to teach him. When Jnaneswar and Namdev  
returned from their pilgrimage, Gora Kumbhar gave a feast to  
all the saints in his place and among them were Jnaneswar and  
Namdev. At the feast Jnaneswar, in collusion with Gora, told  
Gora publicly, “You are a potter, daily engaged in making pots 
and testing them to see which are properly baked and which are  
not. These pots before you (i.e., the saints) are the pots of  
&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;. See which of these are sound and which not.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thereupon Gora said, “Yes, &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, I shall do so,” and took up  
the stick with which he used to tap his pots to test their soundness.  
Holding it aloft in his hand he went to each of his guests and  
tapped each on the head as he usually did to his pots. Each guest  
humbly submitted to such tapping. But when Gora approached  
Namdev, the latter indignantly called out, “You potter, what do  
you mean by coming to tap me with that stick?” Gora thereupon  
told Jnaneswar, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, all the other pots have been properly  
baked. This one (i.e. Namdev) alone is not yet properly baked.”  
All the assembled guests burst into laughter.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Namdev felt greatly humiliated and ran up to Vitthala  
(the deity he worshipped) with whom he was on the most  
intimate terms, playing with him, eating with him, sleeping  
with him and so on. Namdev complained of this humiliation  
which had happened to him, the closest friend and companion  
of Vitthala. Vitthala (who of course knew all this) pretended  
to sympathise with him, asked for all the details of the  
happenings at Gora’s house and after hearing everything said,  
“Why should you not have kept quiet and submitted to the  
tapping, as all the others did? That is why all this trouble has  
come.” Thereupon Namdev cried all the more and said, “You  
also want to join the others and humiliate me. Why should I  
have submitted like the others? Am I not your closest friend,  
your child?” Vitthala said, “You have not yet properly  
understood the truth, and you won’t understand if I tell you.  
But go to the saint who is in a ruined temple in such and such  
a forest. He will be able to give you enlightenment.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Namdev accordingly went there and found an old,  
unassuming man sleeping in a corner of the temple with his  
feet on a &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;. Namdev could hardly believe this was 
the man from whom he – the companion of Vitthala – was to  
gain enlightenment. However, as there was none else there,  
Namdev went near the man and clapped his hands. The old  
man woke up with a start and seeing Namdev, said, “Oh –  
you are Namdev whom Vitthala has sent here. Come!” Namdev  
was dumbfounded and began to think, “This must be a great  
man.” Still he thought it was revolting that any man however  
great, should be resting his feet on a &lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;. He asked the old  
man, “You seem to be a great personage. But is it proper for  
you to have your feet on a &lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;?” The old man replied,  
“Oh, are my feet on a &lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;? Where is it? Please remove my  
feet elsewhere.” Namdev removed the feet and put them in  
various places. Wherever they were put, there was a &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;.  
Finally, he took them on his lap and he himself became a  
&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;lingam&lt;/i&gt;! Then he realised the truth and the old gentleman  
said, “Now you can go back.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan added, “It is to be noted that only when he  
surrendered himself, and touched the feet of his &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;,  
enlightenment came. After this final enlightenment Namdev  
returned to his house and for some days did not go to Vitthala  
at the temple, though it had been his habit not only to visit  
Vitthala every day, but to spend most of his time with Vitthala  
at the temple. So, after a few days, Vitthala went to Namdev’s  
house and like a guileless soul, enquired how it was that Namdev  
had forgotten him and never visited him. Namdev replied, ‘No  
more of your fooling me. I know now. Where is the place where  
you are not! To be with you, should I go to the temple? Do I  
exist apart from you?’ Then Vitthala said, ‘So you now  
understand the truth. That is why you had to be sent for this  
final lesson’.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1408825574336206937?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1408825574336206937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1408825574336206937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1408825574336206937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1408825574336206937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/immature-pot.html' title='The Immature Pot                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6118886678910987830</id><published>2007-07-10T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Tapo Bhrashta                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='text-align:center;'&gt;(Fallen from the state of &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; NAKKIRAR WAS DOING &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt; on the bank of a &lt;i&gt;tirtha&lt;/i&gt;. A  
leaf fell down from the tree; half the leaf touched the water  
and the other half touched the ground. Suddenly the water-  
half became a fish and the land-half became a bird. Each of  
them was united to the other by the leaf and struggled to go  
into its own element. Nakkirar was watching it in wonder  
and suddenly a spirit came down from above and carried him  
away to a cave where there were already 999 captives, all of  
whom were &lt;i&gt;tapo bhrashta&lt;/i&gt;s.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Devotee: “Was Nakkirar a &lt;i&gt;tapo bhrashta&lt;/i&gt;?”  
&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan: “Yes. While engaged in contemplation, why  
did he fall from contemplation and take to watching the  
mysterious happening in front of him? Nakkirar composed  
&lt;i&gt;Tirumurukatruppadai&lt;/i&gt; and obtained the release of all the  
thousand prisoners.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6118886678910987830?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6118886678910987830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6118886678910987830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6118886678910987830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6118886678910987830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/tapo-bhrashta.html' title='Tapo Bhrashta                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1257891170953771209</id><published>2007-07-10T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Yogi’s Penance                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; Bhagavan narrated the following story to illustrate the  
distinction between &lt;i&gt;manolaya&lt;/i&gt; (stillness of mind) and  
&lt;i&gt;manonasa&lt;/i&gt; (destruction of mind).  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; A YOGI WAS doing penance (&lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;) for a number of years on  
the banks of the Ganges. When he had attained a high degree of  
concentration, he believed that to remain in that state for  
prolonged periods constituted salvation and therefore continued  
practising it. One day, before going into &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt; (a state of deep  
concentration), he felt thirsty and asked his disciple to bring some  
water for drinking from the Ganges; but before the disciple could  
return with the water, he had gone into &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt;, and he remained  
in that state for countless years. When he woke up from this  
experience, the first thing he did was to say, “water! water!”; but  
there was neither his disciple nor the Ganges in sight.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first thing which he asked for was water because, before  
going into deep concentration, the topmost thought in his mind  
was about water; by concentration, however deep and prolonged  
it might have been, he had only been able to lull his thoughts  
temporarily; therefore when he revived consciousness this topmost  
thought flew up with all the speed and force of a flood breaking  
through the dykes. If this was the case with regard to a thought  
which took shape immediately before he sat for meditation, there  
is no doubt that other thoughts which had taken deeper root  
earlier would still remain unannihilated. If annihilation of  
thoughts is salvation, can he be said to have attained salvation?  
The moral is that one should not be taken away by the  
spell of temporary stillness but pursue the enquiry till the last  
&lt;i&gt;vasana&lt;/i&gt; is eradicated. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1257891170953771209?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1257891170953771209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1257891170953771209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1257891170953771209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1257891170953771209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/yogis-penance.html' title='Yogi’s Penance                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6349480413319366925</id><published>2007-07-10T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:03:57.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Brahmin’s Curse                    </title><content type='html'>ONE DAY A sage called Pakanar was weaving a basket in front  
of his house. Hearing a loud voice chanting, “Hare Ram”, he  
asked his sister who it was that was chanting. His sister replied  
that it was a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; who is keeping his own daughter. Pakanar  
replied, “You are the hundredth person to repeat the scandal”.  
Meanwhile, the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; having come to that place, the sage  
told the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; that his curse was lifted and that he could  
return home. Later, he explained to his sister thus: “This &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
was living with his widowed daughter. They were generous and  
kind-hearted. They would invite &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt;s and feed them with  
love. On hearing of their generosity a &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; came to visit them.  
He was well received and fed. The &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; was immensely pleased  
with their devotion and decided to bless them.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He just glanced once and knew what was in store for them  
when they die. He called the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; and told him that after  
his death he would be tortured by a mountain of leeches in hell.  
On hearing this, the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; fell at his feet in terror and  
implored him for some means of escape. The &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; told him,  
‘Once while you were cooking food a leech fell from the roof  
into the cooking pot and died unobserved. You offered that  
food to a realised sage. Since whatever is given to a sage will be  
received back a thousand-fold a mountain of leeches are in store  
for you’. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The &lt;i&gt;sadhu&lt;/i&gt; then advised the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; that in order to  
escape this fate he should conduct himself towards his grown-  
up widowed daughter in such a way, as to provoke a scandal  
that he was having illicit intimacy with her. He assured him that  
when a hundred persons had uttered the scandal the sin would  
leave him completely, having been distributed among the  
scandal-mongers. The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; did accordingly and you are the 
hundredth person to tell the scandal. So I say that the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;’s  
curse is now removed.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sri Bhagavan drew from the story the following moral:  
“&lt;FONT COLOR='blue'&gt;Have the best intention, but act in such a way not to win  
praise, but to incur blame. Resist the temptation to justify  
yourself even when you are just.&lt;/FONT&gt;” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6349480413319366925?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6349480413319366925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6349480413319366925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6349480413319366925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6349480413319366925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/brahmins-curse.html' title='Brahmin’s Curse                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2462583702673862736</id><published>2007-07-10T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Kabir                    </title><content type='html'>KABIR WAS A great &lt;i&gt;bhakta&lt;/i&gt; (devotee) who lived in or near  
Benares some centuries ago. Although he had &lt;i&gt;siddhis&lt;/i&gt; (psychic  
powers), he earned his livelihood by weaving. One day, when  
he was working on his loom, a disciple entered in great  
excitement and said, “Sir, there is a juggler outside here who  
is attracting large crowds by making his stick stand in the  
air”. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Thereupon Kabir, who like all true saints, discouraged  
the display of jugglery, wanted to shame the man, and so  
rushed out with a big ball of thread in his hand. Seeing the  
long bamboo standing in the air, he threw his ball of thread  
up in the air. As the ball went up it unwound itself till the  
whole length of thread stood stiff in mid-air, and to a far  
greater height than the juggler’s stick, without any support  
whatever. The people, including the juggler himself, were  
stunned with amazement, and Sri Bhagavan’s eyes acted the  
amazement, while his hand stood high above his head in the  
position of Kabir when he threw up the ball. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2462583702673862736?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2462583702673862736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2462583702673862736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2462583702673862736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2462583702673862736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/kabir.html' title='Kabir                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-4411977994180624530</id><published>2007-07-10T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Kamal, Son of Saint Kabir                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A devotee asked, “Can the place between the eyebrows  
be said to be the seat of the Self?” Bhagavan replied, “The  
fact is that a &lt;i&gt;sadhaka&lt;/i&gt; may have his experience at any centre  
or &lt;i&gt;chakra&lt;/i&gt; on which he concentrates his mind. But, that  
particular place of his experience does not for that reason  
become &lt;i&gt;ipso facto&lt;/i&gt;, the seat of the Self. There is an interesting  
story about Kamal, the son of Saint Kabir, which serves as  
an illustration to show that the head (and a part of the  
space between the eyebrows) cannot be considered the seat of  
the Self.”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; KABIR WAS INTENSELY devoted to Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;, and he never  
failed to feed those who sang the praise of the Lord with  
devotion. On one occasion, however, it so happened that he  
had not the wherewithal to provide food for a large gathering  
of devotees. For him, however, there could be no alternative  
except that he must somehow make every necessary arrangement  
before the next morning. So he and his son set out at night to  
secure the required provisions.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The story goes that after the father and son had removed  
the provisions from a merchant’s house through a hole they made  
in the wall, the son went in again just to wake up the household  
and tell them, as a matter of principle, that their house had been  
burgled. When, having roused the household, the boy tried to  
make good his escape through the hole and join his father on the  
other side, his body got stuck in the aperture. To avoid being  
identified by the pursuing household (because, if detected, there 
would be no feeding at all of the devotees the next day), he called  
out to his father and told him to sever his head and take it away  
with him. That done, Kabir made good his escape with the stolen  
provisions and his son’s head, which on reaching home was hidden  
away from possible detection.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day Kabir gave a feast to the &lt;i&gt;bhakta&lt;/i&gt;s, quite  
unmindful of what had happened the previous night. “If it is  
&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;’s Will,” said Kabir to himself, “that my son should die,  
may it prevail!” In the evening after the feast, Kabir set out with  
his party as usual in procession into the town with &lt;i&gt;bhajana&lt;/i&gt;, etc.  
Meanwhile, the burgled householder reported to the king,  
producing the truncated body of Kamal, which gave them no  
clue. In order to secure its identification, the king had the body  
tied up prominently on the highway so that whoever claimed it  
or took it away (for no dead body is forsaken without the last  
rites being given to it by the kith and kin) might be interrogated  
or arrested by the police, who were posted secretly for the purpose.  
Kabir and his party came along the highway with the &lt;i&gt;bhajana&lt;/i&gt;  
in full swing when, to the astonishment of all, Kamal’s truncated  
body (which was considered dead as a door-nail) began to clap its  
hands, marking time to the tune sung by the &lt;i&gt;bhajana&lt;/i&gt; party.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; This story disproves the suggestion that the head or the  
place between the eyebrows is the seat of the Self. It may also be  
noted that when in the battlefield the head of a soldier in action  
is severed from the body by a sudden and powerful stroke of  
the sword, the body continues to run or move its limbs as in a  
mock fight, just for a while, before it finally falls down dead.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; A devotee protested: “But Kamal’s body was dead hours before.”  
Bhagavan replied: “What you call death is really no  
extraordinary experience for Kamal. Here is the story of what  
happened when he was younger still.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As a boy Kamal had a friend of equal age with whom he  
used to play games of marbles etc. A general rule they observed 
between themselves was that if one of them owed the other a  
game or two, the same should be redeemed the next day. One  
evening they parted with a game to the credit of Kamal. Next  
day, in order to claim “the return of the game”, Kamal went to  
the boy’s house, where he saw the boy laid on the verandah,  
while his relatives were weeping beside him. “What is the  
matter?” Kamal asked them. “He played with me last evening  
and also owes me a game.” The relatives wept all the more saying  
that the boy was dead. “No,” said Kamal, “he is not dead but  
merely pretends to be so, just to evade redeeming the game he  
owes me.” The relatives protested, asking Kamal to see for himself  
that the boy was really dead, that the body was cold and stiff.  
“But all this is a mere pretension of the boy, I know. What if  
the body be stiff and cold? I too can become like that.” So  
saying Kamal laid himself down and in the twinkling of an eye  
was dead.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The poor relatives who were weeping till then for the death  
of their own boy, were distressed and dismayed, and now began  
to weep for Kamal’s death also. But up rose Kamal on his back,  
declaring, “Do you see it now? I was as you would say dead, but I  
am up again, alive and kicking. This is how he wants to deceive  
me, but he cannot elude me like this with his pretensions.”  
In the end, the story goes, Kamal’s inherent saintliness  
gave life to the dead boy, and Kamal got back that was due to  
him. The moral is that the death of the body is not the extinction  
of the Self. The Self is not limited by birth and death, and its  
place in the physical body is not circumscribed by one’s  
experience felt at a particular place, as for instance between the  
eyebrows, due to practice of &lt;i&gt;dhyana&lt;/i&gt; made on that centre. The  
supreme State of Self-awareness is never absent; it transcends  
the three states of the mind as well as life and death. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-4411977994180624530?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4411977994180624530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=4411977994180624530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4411977994180624530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4411977994180624530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/kamal-son-of-saint-kabir.html' title='Kamal, Son of Saint Kabir                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-4855087403388716919</id><published>2007-07-10T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Mutual Curse                    </title><content type='html'>INDRA APPROACHED AHALYA (wife of Gautama) taking  
the form of Gautama and she yielded without knowing that he  
was not her husband. Without ascertaining the truth, Gautama  
cursed her to become a stone. Angered thereby Ahalya said, “Oh,  
you fool of a &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;! Without enquiring into the truth, you have  
cursed me and have not even stated when I shall be free from the  
curse. Tell me, when will the curse end and how? Why not have  
some consideration for me and tell me at least that?” Gautama  
thereupon told her that she would be released from the curse at  
the time of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;avatar&lt;/i&gt; when the dust from &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;’s feet fell on  
her. Immediately thereafter she became a stone.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gautama left that place and tried to get into his daily rituals  
but he could not, for he had no peace of mind. He tried his  
level best but could not control his mind and became more  
and more troubled. On thinking deeply over the matter, he  
realised that he had cursed his wife Ahalya without proper  
enquiry and also recollected that she had in turn cursed him by  
saying, “You fool of a &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;!” After all, she was also a great  
&lt;i&gt;tapasvini&lt;/i&gt; (a female ascetic). Hence those words which were  
unusual must have resulted in an irrevocable curse on himself.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; He therefore decided to seek the help of &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;, by seeing his  
“Nataraja Dance”, in order to get relieved of the curse.  
He therefore went to Chidambaram. At that place he heard  
an ethereal voice saying, “I shall be pleased to give you &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt;  
of my &lt;i&gt;Thandava&lt;/i&gt; dance in Trisulapura.” Gautama immediately  
left that place and went on foot towards Trisulapura. On nearing  
the place, and at the mere sight of it, even from a distance, his  
mind began to get clear. He stayed there for a very long time 
doing &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. At last &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; was pleased and gave him &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of  
his “Nataraja Dance” in the month of &lt;i&gt;Dhanus&lt;/i&gt; when the Ardra  
star was predominant. It was at that time Gautama is reported  
to have lived under the tree and performed &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. After seeing  
the dance of &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;, Gautama worshipped &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;, went to his  
original place and began to perform his rituals as usual.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Later on Ahalya became purified by the dust of the feet of  
Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; and regained her normal form.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Devotee: “The statement that Ahalya turned into a stone  
applies only to her mind and not to her body. Is that not so?”  
Bhagavan: “That is so. If it is not for the mind, could it  
be for the body? It is only ordinary people that say her body  
turned into a stone and that &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; restored her to her original  
form by putting his foot on the stone. How is that possible? It  
only means that the mind lost its awareness of the Self, and  
unable to think of anything else, she became dull like a stone.  
That dullness got relieved by the &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of a great personage.  
As she herself was a great &lt;i&gt;tapasvini&lt;/i&gt; she could immediately  
become aware of the Self. She worshipped Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; as the  
embodiment of the Self. This inner meaning could be found  
in the &lt;i&gt;Ramayana&lt;/i&gt;. The moment &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; set his foot in  
Gautamasrama, the mind of Ahalya was restored to its original  
state, like the blossoming of a flower.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-4855087403388716919?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4855087403388716919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=4855087403388716919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4855087403388716919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4855087403388716919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/mutual-curse.html' title='Mutual Curse                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6853811197589476020</id><published>2007-07-10T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Lord Himself Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A new Tamil translation of Sankara’s &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;bodha with  
a commentary was sent to the Ashram. After glancing  
through it, Bhagavan sent it to the library. It was noticed  
that Bhagavan did not seem pleased with the translation.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sending for a copy of Sankara’s &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;bodha from the library,  
Bhagavan began looking intently into it and after two days  
rendered two &lt;i&gt;slokas&lt;/i&gt; into Tamil verse and showed them to  
the devotees. Overjoyed at seeing Bhagavan’s translation they  
asked him to finish the whole work. Although Bhagavan  
said, “Why, why?” he wrote some more saying, “though I  
feel disinclined to compose more verses, one after another  
comes and stands in front of me. What am I to do?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Little by little the verses continued till all of them were  
translated. Addressing Sri Muruganar, Bhagavan with a  
smile said, “How is it I feel I have read this before? Is it  
possible that someone has already written this?” Muruganar  
answered, “No one has written it in &lt;i&gt;venba&lt;/i&gt; metre. What  
surprise is there, if one verse after another occurs to  
Bhagavan. It is said that in every &lt;i&gt;kalpa&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; appeared  
as though they were standing before &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;. This also is  
like that.”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; JAYADEVA’S STORY IS found in &lt;B&gt;Panduranga Bhakta Vijayam&lt;/B&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After writing the &lt;B&gt;Gita Govindam&lt;/B&gt;, Jayadeva wrote &lt;i&gt;Bhagavatam&lt;/i&gt;  
also in Sanskrit. On hearing about that, Krauncha Raja appealed  
to Jayadeva to read the Gita Govindam in the durbar hall and so  
he began reading it. People who heard him were so impressed 
with the writing and with his discourses that his fame spread in all  
directions and people came in large numbers to hear him. His  
fame spread so far that &lt;i&gt;Jagannatha Swami&lt;/i&gt;, the presiding deity of  
Puri, was eager to listen to him. So he started in the guise of a  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; one day while the discourse was going on and entered  
the durbar hall of the king. After blessing the king, he said, “Sir, I  
am a resident of Gokula Brindavan. I am a pandit well versed in  
all &lt;i&gt;sastras&lt;/i&gt;. I have been searching all the world over for someone  
who could discuss the &lt;i&gt;sastras&lt;/i&gt; with me on equal terms but so far I  
have not found any one. I am therefore itching for a discussion. I  
learned that Jayadeva was with you and so I came here. Where is  
he?” and when the people pointed out Jayadeva to him, he said,  
disdainfully, “Oh! You are Jayadeva. Let me see. Let us discuss any  
one of the &lt;i&gt;sastras&lt;/i&gt; you have studied,” and looking at him steadily,  
said, “What is that in your hands?” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Without waiting for a reply,  
he snatched the book from his hands and said, “Oho! This is  
&lt;i&gt;Bhagavatam&lt;/i&gt;. So you are a &lt;i&gt;Pauranika&lt;/i&gt;? (one who gives discourses  
on the epics). Who wrote this?” With fear and devotion Jayadeva  
said, “Sir, I am not a pandit to hold discussions with you. I humbly  
seek the blessings of elders like you. Though I do not have the  
courage to say before you that, I wrote this book, still as it will be  
a fault not to tell you the truth, I admit that I am its author.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hindunet.org/hindu_pictures/sudheer_history/orissa1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.hindunet.org/hindu_pictures/sudheer_history/orissa1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; That &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; pretended surprise and said, “What! If it is you  
who wrote it, tell me, how could I have learnt all its contents by  
heart?” So saying and without opening the book he began  
repeating the contents quickly, chapter by chapter. The king and  
the audience were amazed. Realising that Lord Jagannatha  
Himself had come in that form to shower his grace on him,  
Jayadeva prayed to him to reveal his real form (of &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;) with  
the conch, mace, &lt;i&gt;chakra&lt;/i&gt; (discus) etc. Pleased with the &lt;i&gt;stotras&lt;/i&gt;  
(prayers), Lord Jagannatha revealed Himself in the various forms  
in which Jayadeva had invoked Him in his &lt;i&gt;stotras&lt;/i&gt;, blessed him  
and disappeared. 

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo of Jagannath Temple in Puri, Orissa courtesy &lt;a href="http://www.hindunet.org/hindu_history/sudheer_history/freegraphics.html"&gt;hindunet.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6853811197589476020?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6853811197589476020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6853811197589476020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6853811197589476020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6853811197589476020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/lord-himself-comes.html' title='The Lord Himself Comes'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-4077977557749444800</id><published>2007-07-10T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Deliverance of a Thorn Bush                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; One of the devotees who had heard of the verses written  
by Bhagavan about the deliverance of Lakshmi, the cow,  
approached Him and said, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, we ourselves see that  
animals and birds are getting deliverance in your presence;  
but is it not true that only human beings can get &lt;i&gt;moksha&lt;/i&gt;?”  
“Why? It is stated that a great saint gave &lt;i&gt;moksha&lt;/i&gt; to a  
thorn bush,” said Bhagavan with a smile. The devotee  
eagerly asked who that great saint was and what was the  
story about the thorn bush.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  IN CHIDAMBARAM, THERE was a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt; by the name of  
Umapathi Sivacharya. He was a poet and also a pandit. As he was  
in a transcendental state of spirituality (&lt;i&gt;athita sthithi&lt;/i&gt;), he did not  
pay much attention to the usual &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;ical practices. Hence,  
the &lt;i&gt;dikshitar&lt;/i&gt;s of the place became angry with him, especially since  
he was a learned man and knew all the precepts of the Hindu  
religion. They forbade him from living in the village or even  
visiting the temple. He therefore lived in a small hut built on a  
raised ground outside the village. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; A low caste man called Pethan  
Samban used to supply him with all that he required and also  
helped him in a general way. As things went on like this, one day,  
when Pethan was carrying on his head a bundle of firewood to  
the hut, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; Himself met him on the way in the guise of the  
&lt;i&gt;dikshitar&lt;/i&gt; in charge of the temple. He wrote a verse on a &lt;I&gt;palmyra&lt;/I&gt;  
leaf and gave it to him, telling him that it was to be handed over  
to Umapathi &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt;, and then disappeared. 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;       Pethan gave that verse to &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt;, who, on opening it,  
found in the first line itself the words, “Adiyarkkadiyen  
Chitrambalavanan” (the servant of the devotees, the Lord of  
Chidambaram). Immediately, he was overwhelmed with  
devotion and a thrill passed through his body as he read the  
letter. The gist of the verse was, “A note from Chidambaranathan,  
the servant of the devotees, to the person who has set up a new  
establishment, namely &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt;. It is your duty to give  
initiation to this Pethan Samban regardless of caste and to the  
surprise of all people.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He read the letter and was overwhelmed with joy. In  
obedience to the orders of the Lord, he initiated Pethan into  
the order of &lt;i&gt;sannyasa&lt;/i&gt;, though he belonged to the lowest caste.  
In due course he gave &lt;i&gt;nayana diksha&lt;/i&gt; (transmission of Power  
through the eyes) to Pethan, immediately after which Pethan  
merged into holy light. &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt; himself was immensely  
surprised at this occurrence and only then understood the  
wisdom of Pethan.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enemies of &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt; noticed the sacrificial offerings and  
other things he had for this initiation. They complained to the  
king that &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya had burnt Pethan to death for some mistake,  
he might have committed. When the king came there with his  
retinue to enquire into the complaint, &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya showed the  
verse of Lord Nataraja and said that he gave initiation to Pethan  
and that Pethan vanished thereafter in the form of a divine  
light (&lt;i&gt;jyoti&lt;/i&gt;). The king was surprised and asked &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya if he  
could likewise give initiation and &lt;i&gt;moksha&lt;/i&gt; to the thorn bush  
nearby. “Yes. What doubt, is there?” said &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya. Accordingly  
he gave &lt;i&gt;nayana diksha&lt;/i&gt; to that thorn bush and that too  
immediately disappeared in pure light (&lt;i&gt;jyoti&lt;/i&gt;).  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king was still more astonished at that and said, “This  
looks like some black magic. You said this note had been  
written by Lord Nataraja. Let us go and ask Him.” &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya 
pointed out that there was a ban on his entering the temple.  
The king said that would not matter as he himself was  
accompanying &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya. Accordingly they started for the  
temple together. Hearing all this, all the people – the pundits,  
the common people curious about the whole thing and  
enemies of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya who were sure he would be duly  
punished – flocked to the temple to see the strange sight. The  
two entered the temple. Out of regard for the king, when  
&lt;i&gt;Arathi&lt;/i&gt; (waving of lights) was offered to Lord Nataraja, it was  
found that on either side of the Lord there stood Pethan and  
the thorn bush. The pundits were surprised and out of fear  
and remorse, fell at the feet of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya requesting him to  
pardon them for all their faults. They subsequently brought  
him back into the village with due honours. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-4077977557749444800?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4077977557749444800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=4077977557749444800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4077977557749444800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4077977557749444800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/deliverance-of-thorn-bush.html' title='Deliverance of a Thorn Bush                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7115733372983785196</id><published>2007-07-10T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>BRAHMA, VISHNU, SIVA                    </title><content type='html'>Stories of the Hindu trinity &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; abound  
throughout the scriptural literature of India. Although these stories  
are both entertaining and enlightening Sri Bhagavan also gives a  
deeper meaning to them, he says, “&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; is the Being assuming  
all forms and the Consciousness seeing them. That is to say,  
&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; is the background underlying both the subject and the  
object. Everything has its being in &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and because of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7115733372983785196?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7115733372983785196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7115733372983785196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7115733372983785196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7115733372983785196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/brahma-vishnu-siva.html' title='BRAHMA, VISHNU, SIVA                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3799537887937216226</id><published>2007-07-10T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Silence is the True Upadesa                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; Once a devotee came and said that the great sages of  
the past had travelled extensively preaching the Truth and  
thus had served the world at large. Similarly, if Bhagavan  
were to travel thus it would be beneficial to many. Smilingly  
Bhagavan replied that his being settled in one place was  
also beneficial and narrated the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; BRAHMA, THE LORD of Creation, once lost interest in the  
work of creation and thought of taking to a life of &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. So, out  
of his mind he created Sanaka, Sanatkumara, Sanandana and  
Sanatsujata, with the intention to hand over to them his job in  
the course of time. They grew up and mastered all the branches  
of study. &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; then decided to hand over to them his job and  
to retire. Sage Narada came to know of his father’s intention.  
Since Narada knew that his brothers were full of dispassion and  
fit to be initiated into the path of Self-knowledge, he decided to  
warn them beforehand of &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;’s intention. On hearing this  
the four brothers, who had no intention to follow the path of  
action, left home in search of a &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; without informing their  
father. They all proceeded to Vaikunta, the abode of &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;.  
There they saw Lakshmi sitting on &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;’s couch massaging His  
Feet. On seeing this they thought, “How can this family man  
bound by the intimate glance of his consort render us any help  
in learning &lt;i&gt;adhyatma vidya&lt;/i&gt;. Look at the splendour of this palace  
and this city! This is enough. Let us seek the help of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.” 
Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, who was in Kailas with His family, knew  
beforehand about their coming and understood their plight.  
He was sure that they would be disappointed on seeing Him  
with a family, so taking pity on them He decided to impart  
spiritual knowledge to them. The kind-hearted Lord left  
Mount Kailas and taking the youthful form of Dakshinamurti  
seated Himself with &lt;i&gt;Chinmudra&lt;/i&gt; under a banyan tree on the  
Northern side of Lake Manasarovar, on the way by which  
these disappointed devotees were returning to their homes.  
When they came and sat before Him, He went into &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He was in Perfect Repose. Silence prevailed. They saw Him.  
The effect was immediate. They fell into &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt; and their  
doubts were cleared.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Silence is the true &lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt;. It is the perfect &lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt;. It is  
suited only for the most advanced. Others are unable to draw  
full inspiration from it. Therefore they require words to explain  
the Truth. But Truth is beyond words. It does not admit of  
explanation. All that is possible to do is only to indicate it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3799537887937216226?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3799537887937216226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3799537887937216226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3799537887937216226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3799537887937216226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/silence-is-true-upadesa.html' title='Silence is the True Upadesa                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-5375560446171474244</id><published>2007-07-10T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Dakshinamurti                    </title><content type='html'>The Self alone, the Sole Reality,  &lt;br/&gt;
Exists for ever.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If of yore the First of Teachers  &lt;br/&gt;
Revealed it through unbroken silence  &lt;br/&gt;
Say, who can reveal it in spoken words?  &lt;br/&gt;
– &lt;i&gt;Ekatma Panchakam&lt;/i&gt;, Sri Bhagavan.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  
&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; Sri Bhagavan once told the story that follows to  
Sri Muruganar. This brings out the profound significance of  
the Supreme Silence in which the First Master,  
Sri Dakshinamurti is established.  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Sri Bhagavan said,  
“When the four elderly Sanakadi &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s first beheld the  
sixteen-year-old Sri Dakshinamurti sitting under the banyan  
tree, they were at once attracted by Him, and understood that  
He was the real &lt;i&gt;Sad&lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. They approached Him, did three  
&lt;i&gt;pradakshina&lt;/i&gt;s around Him, prostrated before Him, sat at His  
Feet and began to ask shrewd and pertinent questions about  
the nature of reality and the means of attaining it. Because of  
the great compassion and fatherly love (&lt;i&gt;vatsalya&lt;/i&gt;) which He felt  
for His aged disciples, the young Sri Dakshinamurti was  
overjoyed to see their earnestness, wisdom and maturity, and  
gave apt replies to each of their questions. But as He answered  
each consecutive question, further doubts arose in their minds  
and they asked further questions. Thus they continued to  
question Sri Dakshinamurti for a whole year, and He continued 
to clear their doubts through His compassionate answers. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Finally,  
however, Sri Dakshinamurti understood that if He continued  
answering their questions, more doubts would arise in their  
minds and their ignorance (&lt;i&gt;ajnana&lt;/i&gt;) would never end. Therefore,  
suppressing even the feeling of compassion and fatherly love  
which was welling up within Him, He merged Himself into the  
Supreme Silence. Because of their great maturity (which had  
ripened to perfection through their year-long association with  
the &lt;i&gt;Sadguru&lt;/i&gt;), as soon as Sri Dakshinamurti assumed Silence,  
they too automatically merged into Supreme Silence, the true  
state of the Self.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wonderstruck on hearing Sri Bhagavan narrating the story  
in this manner, Sri Muruganar remarked that in no book was it  
mentioned that Sri Dakshinamurti ever spoke anything. “But  
this is what actually happened”, replied Sri Bhagavan curtly.  
From the authoritative way in which Sri Bhagavan replied and  
from the clear and descriptive way in which He told the story,  
Sri Muruganar understood that Sri Bhagavan was none other  
than Sri Dakshinamurti Himself! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-5375560446171474244?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5375560446171474244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=5375560446171474244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5375560446171474244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5375560446171474244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/dakshinamurti.html' title='Dakshinamurti                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2523109560652199541</id><published>2007-07-10T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Brahma’s Pride                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A family came from a distant place to seek solace from  
the grief of losing six sons; the last child had recently died. As  
though Bhagavan had inspired the question, a devotee asked  
about using &lt;i&gt;pranayama &lt;/i&gt;and other practices to prolong life  
to enable them to become realised souls, &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;s.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan gently replied, “Yes, people do live long if  
they do these practices, but does a person become a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;, a  
realised soul, by living long? A realised soul has really no  
love for his body. For one who is the embodiment of bliss, the  
body itself is a disease. He will await the time to be rid of  
the body.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A devotee said, “Some people say we have lived for fifty  
years, what more is needed? As though living so long were a  
great thing!”  
“Yes,” said Bhagavan with a laugh, “that is so. It is a  
sort of pride and there is a story about it.”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; IT SEEMS THAT in the olden days, &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; once felt proud  
of the fact that he was long-lived. He went to &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; and said,  
“Do you not see how great a person I am! I am the oldest living  
person (&lt;i&gt;chiranjeevi&lt;/i&gt;).” &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; told him that was not so and that  
there were people who had lived much longer than he. When  
&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; said that could not be, since he was the creator of all  
living beings, &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; took him with him to show him people  
older than him.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They went along until, at a certain place, they found  
Romasa &lt;i&gt;M&lt;i&gt;aham&lt;/i&gt;uni&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; asked him his age and how long 
he expected to live. “Oho!” said Romasa, “you want to know  
my age? All right, listen then and I will tell you. This era (&lt;i&gt;yuga&lt;/i&gt;)  
consists of so many thousands of years. All these years put  
together make one day and one night for &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;. It is  
according to these calculations that &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;’s life is limited to  
one hundred years. When one such &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; dies, one of the  
hairs of my body falls out. Corresponding to such deaths as  
have already occurred, several of my hairs have fallen out, but  
many more remain. When all my hairs fall out, my life will be  
over and I shall die.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Very much surprised at that, they went on to &lt;i&gt;Ashtavakra&lt;/i&gt;  
&lt;i&gt;Mahamuni&lt;/i&gt;, an ascetic with eight distortions in his body. When  
they told him about all the above calculations, he said that when  
one such Romasa &lt;i&gt;Mahamuni&lt;/i&gt; dies, one of his own distortions  
would straighten, and when all the distortions had gone, he  
would die. On hearing this, &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; was crestfallen. Similarly,  
there are many stories. If true realization is attained, who wants  
this body? For a Realised Soul who enjoys limitless bliss through  
realization of the Self, why this burden of the body? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2523109560652199541?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2523109560652199541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2523109560652199541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2523109560652199541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2523109560652199541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/brahmas-pride.html' title='Brahma’s Pride                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3442661388279754131</id><published>2007-07-10T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Sweet of Speech                    </title><content type='html'>SATI DEVI, THE wife of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and the daughter of Daksha,  
gave up her life as she was insulted by her father during the  
&lt;i&gt;yajna&lt;/i&gt; performed by him. She was subsequently born to Himavan  
and Menaka as &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;. She wanted only Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; as her  
husband, and to achieve that purpose she set out for doing &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;.  
Menaka, while trying to prevent her from doing so said,  
“U (no), Ma (give up).” That is how she got the name of Uma.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Finding Menaka’s dissuasion of no use, Himavan took her to  
the &lt;i&gt;tapovana&lt;/i&gt; (hermitage) where &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; was staying in the form of  
Dakshinamurthy and said, “This little child of mine wants to  
do &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. Please allow her to be under your care.” Seeing &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;,  
&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; said, “Why &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt; at this tender age? Why not go home  
with father?” &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; replied, “No, I won’t go.” &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;  
tried to dissuade her skilfully by saying, “I have conquered  
&lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt; (nature) and so could concentrate on this &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. If you  
are to be here you will be exposed to the ravages of &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt;. So  
please go back.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; was equally skilful, so she said, “Oh  
Lord! You say you have conquered &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt;. Without some  
relationship with &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt; how could you do &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;? You have  
just spoken. How could you do that without &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt;? How  
could you walk? Without your knowing it, &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt; is occupying  
your heart. If it is not for the sake of argument, if you are really  
above the influence of &lt;i&gt;prakriti&lt;/i&gt;, why are you afraid of my staying  
here?” &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; was pleased with this and said, “&lt;i&gt;Ingithagna&lt;/i&gt;! (you  
who are skilled in thought reading), &lt;i&gt;Madhurvachani&lt;/i&gt;! (you who  
are sweet of speech) stay on!” and sent Himavan home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3442661388279754131?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3442661388279754131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3442661388279754131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3442661388279754131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3442661388279754131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-of-speech.html' title='Sweet of Speech                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3321527672109421900</id><published>2007-07-10T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Parvati’s Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.karuna-tantra.de/resources/rameshwara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.karuna-tantra.de/resources/rameshwara.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sri Bhagavan was looking into the &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; Purana and  
related, “&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; has the transcendental and immanent aspects  
as represented by His invisible, transcendental being and the  
&lt;i&gt;linga&lt;/i&gt; aspect respectively. The &lt;i&gt;linga&lt;/i&gt;, manifested as Arunachala  
originally, stands even to this day.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“In the sphere of speech, Pranava (the mystic sound  
AUM) represents the transcendental (nirguna), and the  
Panchakshari (the five-syllabled &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;), represents the  
immanent aspect (saguna).” To illustrate this Sri Bhagavan  
recounted the anecdote of &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; testing &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;RAMA AND LAKSHMANA were wandering in the forest in  
search of Sita. &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; was grief-stricken. Just then &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;  
happened to pass close-by. &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; saluted &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; and passed on. &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;  
was surprised and asked &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; to explain why He, the Lord of the  
Universe, being worshipped by all, should stoop to salute &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;,  
an ordinary human who having missed his consort was grief-  
stricken and moving in anguish in the wilderness looking helpless.  
&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; then said, “&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; is simply acting as a human being would  
under the circumstances. He is nevertheless the incarnation of  
&lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; and deserves to be saluted. You may test him if you choose.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; considered the matter, took the shape of Sita and  
appeared in front of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;, as he was crying out the name of  
Sita in great anguish. He looked at &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; appearing as Sita,  
smiled and asked, “Why &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;, are you here? Where is Sambhu?  
Why have you taken the shape of Sita?” &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; felt abashed and  
explained how she went there to test him and sought an  
explanation for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; saluting him.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; replied, “We are all only aspects of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, worshipping  
Him at sight and remembering Him out of sight.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3321527672109421900?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3321527672109421900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3321527672109421900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3321527672109421900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3321527672109421900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/parvatis-test.html' title='Parvati’s Test'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3000511982836026041</id><published>2007-07-10T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Going Round the Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; &lt;i&gt;In the evening when some devotees were beginning&lt;/i&gt;  
giri&lt;i&gt;pradakshina&lt;/i&gt;, (circumambulation around the hill  
Arunachala), Sundaresa Iyer, a long-standing devotee also  
felt like going with them. Then feeling that he might not be  
able to complete the round, as the others were taking leave,  
he quickly went around Bhagavan. Bhagavan asked him  
why he was doing this. He replied, “I am afraid I cannot go  
around the hill, so I have gone around Bhagavan.” “Go  
around yourself That will be &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;pradakshina&lt;/i&gt;,” Bhagavan  
said with smile.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another devotee remarked, “It means he has done  
what Vinayaka once did”. Bhagavan was then asked to  
tell that story.  
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://palani.org/palam_nee/images/palam_ni_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://palani.org/palam_nee/images/palam_ni_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; ONCE UPON A time, Lord &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; wanted to teach a  
lesson to His Son, Lord Subrahmanya. Along with Parvathi,  
&lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; sat on the top of Mount Kailas holding a fruit in  
His hand. Seeing the fruit both &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt; and Subrahmanya  
asked their Father, &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; for it. Then &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; said that  
He would give the fruit to whoever of them returned first after  
going round the whole world. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; With self-confidence and pride  
that he would win the race, Subrahmanya started immediately  
riding on his favourite mount, the peacock. He began going at  
a fast pace, frequently looking behind to assure himself that his  
elder brother &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt; was not following. What could poor  
&lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt; do, with his huge belly? His &lt;i&gt;vahanam&lt;/i&gt; (mount) was  
after all a mouse. So he thought it was no use competing with  
Subrahmanya in the race round the world, and went round  
&lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;, bowed before them and claimed the 
reward. When they asked him whether he had gone round the  
world, he said, “All the worlds are contained within you; so if I  
go round you, it is as good as going round the world”. Pleased  
with his reply, &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; gave him the fruit and &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt;  
sat there eating it.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xlweb.com/heritage/palani6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.xlweb.com/heritage/palani6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the time Subrahmanya finished going round the  
world in full confidence that he would be the winner,  
arriving at the starting point, he found &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt; seated  
before &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;, eating the fruit. When he  
asked &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; to give him the fruit for winning the  
race, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; said, ‘There it is, your elder brother is eating it.’  
When he asked his father how that could be fair, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;  
explained to him all that had happened. Subrahmanya then  
realised his vanity in thinking that he was a great sage, bowed  
before his parents, and asked to be pardoned. That is the  
story. The significance is that the ego which goes round like  
a whirlwind must get destroyed, and must get absorbed in  
&lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;. That is &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; Pradakshina, said Bhagavan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3000511982836026041?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3000511982836026041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3000511982836026041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3000511982836026041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3000511982836026041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-round-self.html' title='Going Round the Self'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-5253248151491113281</id><published>2007-07-10T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Ardhanareeswara                    </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='text-align:center;'&gt;(A form of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; – half man and half woman) &lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
ONCE UPON A time on Mount Kailas, the mountain of  
delight, the great Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and Goddess &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; were sitting  
on a resplendent throne. The place was filled with the scent of  
fine flowers and incense. After granting the boons desired by  
&lt;i&gt;devas&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s and other hosts of devotees, and dismissing them,  
Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; rejoiced in the company of Goddess Uma (&lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;).  
The great God pleased Goddess Uma who was as beautiful as  
goddess Rati and full of auspicious qualities and noble traits. In  
a joyous mood the Goddess, who thought that her Lord’s  
attention was entirely centred on her, slipped playfully behind  
Him and in sport covered fondly the three eyes of Sambhu, the  
Lord of the World, with her two hands resembling lotus petals  
and asked merrily, “who is it?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As soon as His three eyes (the Moon, the Sun and Fire)  
were covered a dismal darkness spread over the universe for  
millions of years, because half a trice for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; is aeons for us.  
The darkness produced by the playfulness of the Goddess proved  
to be the cause of the untimely destruction of the worlds, for in  
the dense darkness no activities were possible and consequently  
living beings perished without giving birth to new generations.  
Seeing this state of affairs, the ever glorious &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;s  
approached Sambhu with devotion and prayed to Him for the  
well-being of the universe. In response to this prayer of devotees  
and &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;s, Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, the embodiment of compassion, said,  
“Gowri! Leave my eyes alone”. Immediately the Goddess  
removed the obstruction to the Moon, Sun and Fire in the 
form of the eyes of Hara. Light returned to the worlds. The  
Lord then asked the &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;s, who stood in an attitude of  
worship, “How much time has elapsed?” and they replied, “Half  
a second for you and millions of years for us”. On hearing this  
the Lord, who is an ocean of compassion, turned with a smile  
to his beloved and graciously spoke some words on &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;  
and &lt;i&gt;artha&lt;/i&gt;. “It is not proper that you, who are the Mother of the  
world, should do anything to dissolve it. At the appointed time  
only I am the one to do so. You have by your folly produced an  
untimely dissolution. How can you, the embodiment of love,  
perform acts which cause pain to your creation? You, who are  
compassion itself, should not even for sport do anything to  
hurt others”.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On hearing Sambhu’s words, Uma was struck with remorse  
and prayed to know what she could do in expiation of this fault of  
hers. At this Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; was pleased with the repentance and devotion  
of the Goddess and said, “What penance can be prescribed for you  
leaving me out? Besides you follow the path of &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;. Therefore  
I shall prescribe a penance for you in accordance with prevailing  
practice. You may perform meritorious acts for the welfare of  
&lt;i&gt;karma bhoomi&lt;/i&gt; (the earth, which is said to be the place most suited  
for performing religious rites). People will acquire firm faith in  
&lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt; by seeing your method of doing penance. There is no  
doubt about it. Your grace will make the earth realize its goal, which  
is the maintenance of &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;, Goddess! The timeless &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; declare  
you to be the All. The city known as Kancheepuri is heaven on  
earth. A little penance done there yields boundless results. I shall  
remain there in the lotus of your heart in my formless state as the  
Absolute Pure Being. Therefore you need not suffer the pangs of  
separation from me”. On hearing this, the Goddess at once  
proceeded southwards with her companions.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At that time, in the kingdom of Kasi there was famine for  
want of rain, and the people were suffering greatly as they could 
not get food. Seeing this on her way and taking pity on the  
people, Devi created a big mansion by Her mere wish, took the  
name of Annapurna and, with a vessel which never became  
empty, fed thousands of people. Before long Her fame spread  
throughout the country.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meanwhile the king himself found that his granary had  
become empty and was wondering what to do. When he heard  
of the poor-feeding that was being done by this lady Annapurna,  
he was greatly surprised at the ability of a mere woman and, to  
test her, asked for the loan of few measures of rice. He received  
a reply saying that there was no question of lending but that he  
could come there to eat. With a wish to test her ability, the king  
and his ministers went there in disguise and ate the food that  
was given. When the king found the inexhaustibility of the  
food that was being served all round, he immediately realised  
that this could not be done by any human agency but only by  
divine power.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Therefore, after the meal, he went and fell at the feet of  
Annapurna and prayed, “Great Mother, please bless us and grant  
us deliverance”. Pleased with his devotion, the Divine Mother  
assumed her original form and said, “My son, I am pleased with  
your devotion. As I have stayed here so long, your country will  
be relieved of the evils of drought. You will now have rain and  
there will be no famine. I cannot stay here any longer. I must  
go south for my penance. Rule the people well and be happy”.  
The king prayed, “Even so, You should be available to us for  
our worship”. So the Mother agreed and left. That is the reason  
why She manifested herself as ANNAPURNA, and the place  
where She was, is now famous as the Temple of Annapurna.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From there She went to Kancheepuram in the South. There  
She saw the pure and holy waters of the Kampa and began to  
practise austerities on the river bank. She put aside Her various  
ornaments and instead wore beads of &lt;i&gt;rudraksha&lt;/i&gt;. She threw away 
Her fine clothes and wore for garments the bark of trees, and  
smeared her entire body with holy ashes. She lived on ears of  
corn picked by Herself and always repeated the name of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  
Thrice a day (morning, noon and evening) She bathed in the  
Kampa, and lovingly shaped its sand into a &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;. Full of  
devotion she worshipped it with leaves as traditionally prescribed.  
She respectfully welcomed the holy sages (&lt;i&gt;maharshis&lt;/i&gt;) who came  
to see Her. The sages were filled with wonder at Her austerities.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On one occasion she had collected and cleaned the flowers  
from the forest. Repeating &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s She began to worship the  
&lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; made of sand, on the bank of the Kampa, in the agamic  
way. &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; wished to test her devotion and so made the waters of  
the Kampa rise and overflow its banks. Seeing a huge flood  
approaching, Her companions warned Devi, who opened Her  
eyes and saw the river in spate. Distressed at this obstacle to Her  
worship, She at once embraced the &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; lest it should crumble  
away and said to them, “What to do? Worship in progress cannot  
be stopped, come what may. Only those who have acquired  
merit can bring to completion their good actions in this world  
and practise the &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt; which is capable of fulfilling the desires  
of the heart. The &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;linga&lt;/i&gt; is made of sand. It will dissolve in  
the flood. If a &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; is to be destroyed, a true devotee should  
also perish with it. This flood has risen up through the &lt;i&gt;maya&lt;/i&gt; of  
&lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; to test the sincerity of my devotion. I will continue without  
the least fear. Friends! Go away quickly!” Saying this, Ambika  
did not abandon the &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; which she was embracing, even  
though she was fast being surrounded by water. She devoutly  
adored the great &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;, clasped it to her heart, and with open  
eyes meditated on Sa&lt;i&gt;dasi&lt;/i&gt;va with one pointed devotion.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then a divine voice from the sky spoke: “&lt;FONT COLOR='blue'&gt;Girl! This great  
flood has subsided. You can now leave the &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;, noblest of  
beings! This &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; worshipped by you will achieve everlasting  
fame as the one worshipped by the gods and capable of granting 
boons. May your penance be successful! May human beings  
who see and worship this &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; – established for the  
maintenance of &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt; – attain the goal of their lives! I myself  
shine on this earth in the form of the effulgent Arunachala for  
the liberation of mortals. Since it removes the cruel heap of  
sins from all the worlds, and since bondage becomes non-  
existent when one sees it, it is named Arunachala (the Hill  
that destroys bondage). &lt;i&gt;Rishi&lt;/i&gt;s, &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;s, Gandharvas, Yogis etc.,  
come here and fervently worship it, forsaking the peaks of  
Kailas and Mount Meru. You may go there and learn from  
the Sage Gautama about devotion to me and about the glory  
of Arunachala, and do more penance. I shall reveal to you my  
effulgent form there in order that all the sins (of the world)  
may be destroyed and all the worlds prosper&lt;/FONT&gt;”. 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; On hearing  
these words which came from &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; in His formless state, Devi  
said, “So be it”, and started at once for Arunachala. Turning  
to the &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s who wished to follow Her, She said, “Perform  
your austerities on the banks of the sacred Kampa. This &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;  
of sand, which removes all sins and brings in all kinds of  
prosperity, bears the marks of my embrace. Worship it. Let  
my devotees know that I shall be worshipped as Kamakshi,  
since I fulfil their desires and bless them. Let them worship  
me and obtain the boons they desire.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She then came to Arunachala. The Goddess saw &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;s,  
yogis, &lt;i&gt;rishi&lt;/i&gt;s and &lt;i&gt;devas&lt;/i&gt; there. All the Maharshis begged Her to  
be their guest, but She said that She must see Gautama  
according to &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;’s command. So they directed Her to his  
ashram. Devi then went to the Gautama Ashram at the foot  
of the Coral Hill (&lt;i&gt;pavalakunru&lt;/i&gt;). Satananda, the son of  
Gautama, saw Her and full of devotional fervour invited and  
worshipped Her as prescribed and requested Her to stay on  
while he went to the forest to bring his father, Gautama, who  
had gone to fetch &lt;i&gt;Kusa&lt;/i&gt; grass. By that time Gautama had already 
started for home and when Satananda saw him, he ran to his  
father with great excitement and told him that the Divine  
Mother had come to their ashram. The whole forest in the  
twinkling of an eye became green and full of flowers and  
fruits. Gautama was surprised and asked his son if it was really  
so. Satananda with a faltering voice said, “Mother &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;  
Herself has come.” Equally thrilled and elated, Gautama  
hastened to the place, saw &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; and worshipped Her. After  
Devi performed penance for a long time according to the  
instructions of Gautama, Mahadeva finally appeared before  
Her and said that He would grant Her whatever boon she  
asked for. With great respect Devi prayed that She should  
become half of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; Himself saying, “I cannot live any longer  
with a separate body, for if separate, I may make another  
mistake like this and then shall have to undergo all the  
hardships of penance and suffer the pangs of separation”.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; therefore acceded to Her request and so united  
with Her as &lt;i&gt;ARDHANAREESWARA&lt;/i&gt; (the Lord with a half-  
female form). This is how Amba, the Mother of the universe,  
became one half of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-5253248151491113281?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5253248151491113281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=5253248151491113281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5253248151491113281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5253248151491113281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/ardhanareeswara.html' title='Ardhanareeswara                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2235508257782478106</id><published>2007-07-10T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>PERIAPURANAM                    </title><content type='html'>The &lt;i&gt;Periapuranam&lt;/i&gt; is a Tamil devotional classic depicting the  
lives of 63 &lt;i&gt;Saivite&lt;/i&gt; Saints. This book made a remarkable  
impression on Sri Bhagavan as a young boy. Speaking of four  
of the most famous &lt;i&gt;Saivite&lt;/i&gt; Saints Sri Bhagavan once remarked,  
“The devotion of Sundaramurthy to the Lord is that of a friend,  
of Manikkavachakkar that of the beloved, of Appar that of a  
servant and Sambandar that of a son.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2235508257782478106?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2235508257782478106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2235508257782478106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2235508257782478106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2235508257782478106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/periapuranam.html' title='PERIAPURANAM                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-4959834232311082924</id><published>2007-07-10T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.951+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>The Fire of Devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; With reference to a devotee’s account of the miraculous  
appearance of sugar candy and almonds, which dropped into  
the hands of some ladies in a trance, Bhagavan replied, “We  
hear of so many things. There are certain sects which work  
for such things. But who sees or gets them? You must see  
that. In the &lt;i&gt;Periyapuranam&lt;/i&gt; a similar occurrence is  
mentioned.”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;KARAIKAL AMMAIYAR WAS a great devotee of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;  
and a poetess, many of whose verses are still preserved. She was  
the wife of a rich merchant of Karaikal, whose name was  
Paramadattan (meaning ‘one endowed with heavenly gifts’). Her  
own name was Punithavathiyar (meaning ‘the pure one’). She  
was very devout, and especially eager to entertain all devotees  
of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; that came to her door. One day her husband  
received from some persons who had come to him on business  
a present of two mangoes of a very superior variety which he  
sent home to his wife. Soon afterwards, a holy devotee came to  
her house as a mendicant. Since she had no cooked food ready  
to offer him except some boiled rice, she gave him one of the  
aforesaid mangoes along with the rice. 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At noon her husband  
returned and after having his meal ate the remaining mango. It  
pleased him so much that he said to his wife, “There were two,  
bring me the other.” She went away in dismay, but remembering  
that the Lord to whose servant she had given the fruit, never  
deserts those who serve Him, she offered a mental prayer, and  
straightaway found a mango in her hand, which she took to her 
husband. Being a divine gift, it was of incomparable sweetness,  
so he asked her, “Where did you obtain this?” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She hesitated at  
first to reveal the wonder that had taken place on her behalf,  
but thinking that she ought to hide nothing from her husband,  
she told him everything. He gave no credence to her words,  
but roughly replied, “If that is so, get me another like it.” She  
went away and said in her heart to God, “If You do not give me  
one more fruit, my word will have no weight!” Immediately  
she found another fruit in her hand. She brought this fruit to  
her husband but as soon as he took it, it disappeared. Wondering  
at this strange happening, he concluded that his wife must be a  
divine being and therefore decided that he should no longer  
live with her. However, he revealed this decision to no one.  

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day he quietly hired a ship on which he placed a great deal  
of his wealth, and then on an auspicious day, worshipped the  
god of the sea. With sailors and a skilful captain, he set sail for  
another country where, by trading his merchandise he  
accumulated a fortune. After some time he returned and came  
to another city in the Pandiyan kingdom, where he married a  
merchant’s daughter and lived in great luxury. A daughter was  
born to him, whom he named Punithavathi after his first wife,  
with whom he had feared to remain but for whom he retained  
great reverence.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a while, his return and prosperity became known to  
his friends in Karaikal, who resolved to compel him to receive  
again his first wife, their kinswoman, whom he had deserted.  
They accordingly proceeded to his new residence, carrying with  
them in a litter his saintly spouse, Karaikal Ammaiyar. When  
he heard that she had arrived and was halting in a grove outside  
the town, he was seized with great awe. He proceeded with his  
second wife and daughter to where, she was camping –  
surrounded by her relatives. He prostrated before her with  
profoundest reverence, saying, “Your slave is happy here and 
prosperous through your blessings. To my daughter I have given  
your sacred name, and I constantly adore you as my tutelary  
goddess!” Poor Punithavathiyar was utterly confounded by this  
salutation and worship, and so took refuge among her relatives,  
who all asked with wonder, “Why is this madman worshipping  
his own wife?” To this Paramadattan replied, “I myself saw her  
work a miracle, so I know that she is no daughter of the human  
race, but a divine being. Therefore I have separated myself from  
her, and I worship her as my tutelary deity and have dedicated  
my daughter to her”. Hearing this, Punithavathiyar pondered  
over it and prayed within herself to &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, the Supreme Lord,  
saying, “O Lord, this is my husband’s belief. So take away from  
me the beauty that I have till now cherished only for his sake.  
Remove from me this burden of flesh, and give to me the form  
and features of those who always attend on Thee, and praise  
Thee.” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Immediately, by the grace of God, her flesh dried up  
and she became a skeleton, becoming one of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;’s hosts whom  
the earth and the heaven hold in reverence. Then the gods sent  
down a rain of flowers, heavenly minstrels resounded, and her  
relatives paid obeisance to her and departed in awe. Having  
thus assumed the form of a skeleton, she lived in the wild jungle  
of Alankadu, and through the inspiration of God she sang several  
sacred poems, which are sung even to this day. After some time  
there came upon her an irresistible desire to see the sacred Mount  
Kailas, so with great speed she travelled northwards till she  
arrived at the foot of the Mountain. Considering that it was  
not right to tread on the Holy Mountain by foot, she began to  
climb it with her feet in the air and with only her head touching  
the ground.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The goddess Uma, &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;’s consort, saw her ascending in  
this manner and said to Her Lord, “Who is this that approaches  
in this strange fashion, a gaunt skeleton sustained only by the  
power of love?” Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; replied, “She is Karaikal Ammaiyar, 
and she has obtained this form by her prayers.” When She drew  
near, He addressed her with words of love, calling her ‘Amma’  
(Mother), a name which she bears ever since. As soon as she  
heard the word she fell at His feet and exclaimed, “Father!” &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;  
then said to her, “What boon do you wish to ask from me?” She  
replied, “&lt;B&gt;O Lord, grant undying love and infinite blessedness  
    to me, Your slave. I would be glad never to be born on earth  
    again, but If I must be so born, grant me at least that I may  
    never, in any form or at any time forget You, my Lord; and  
    when You perform Your sacred mystic dance, may I stand in  
    rapture at Your feet and sing Your praise&lt;/B&gt;”. 

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Lord replied,  
“In Alankadu you shall see my dance, and with rapture you  
shall sing.” Then the holy Karaikal Ammaiyar returned to  
Alankadu, still covering the distance on her head, and there she  
beheld the Lord’s sacred dance, and sang her renowned lyrics in  
His praise.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Karaikal Ammaiyar’s devotional hymns form sixth part of  
&lt;i&gt;Thirumurai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-4959834232311082924?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4959834232311082924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=4959834232311082924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4959834232311082924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4959834232311082924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/fire-of-devotion.html' title='The Fire of Devotion'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-5222400676859312039</id><published>2007-07-10T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.951+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Mother’s Blessings</title><content type='html'>SAMBANDHA WAS BORN in an orthodox &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
family in the town of Sirkali, to Sivapada Hridayar and his  
wife Bhagavatiyar.  
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://palani.org/avinankudi_gallery/images/sambandhar_palani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://palani.org/avinankudi_gallery/images/sambandhar_palani.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day, when the boy was three years old, the father  
took him to Thirutonni Appar Koil. The father while  
immersed in the tank for a bath, began repeating the  
&lt;i&gt;aghamarshana &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;m&lt;/i&gt;. The child could not see his father  
in the tank, and looked around in fear and grief. There was  
no trace of the father. Not able to contain its grief the child  
wept aloud looking at the temple tower saying, “Mother!  
Father!” &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; and Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; appeared in the sky, seated on  
the sacred bull, and gave &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; to the little child. As desired  
by &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; gave the child a golden cup full of milk  
from her breast – the sacred milk containing &lt;i&gt;Siva Jnana&lt;/i&gt;  
(Knowledge of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;). The child drank the milk, became free  
from sorrow, and the divine couple disappeared. The child  
was transformed into an inspired sage, wholly and solely  
dedicated to &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;. Consequently he received the epithet of  
&lt;i&gt;Aludaiya Pillaiyar &lt;/i&gt;(‘the God’s own child’) and Thiru Jnana  
Sambandhar (‘he who is conjoined with divine wisdom’).  
Having drunk the milk of &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, and feeling quite satisfied  
and happy, Sambandha sat on the tank bund with milk dribbling  
from the corners of his mouth. When the father came out from  
his bath, he saw the boy’s condition and angrily asked, flourishing  
a cane, “Who gave you milk? Can you drink milk given by  
strangers? Tell me who that person is or I will beat you.”  
Sambandha immediately replied by singing ten Tamil  
verses. The gist of the first verse is:
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The man with &lt;i&gt;kundalas&lt;/i&gt; 
(sacred earrings),&lt;br/&gt; the Man who rides the sacred bull, the Man  
who has the white moon on his head,&lt;br/&gt; the Man whose body is  
smeared with the ashes of the burning ghat,&lt;br/&gt; the thief who has  
stolen my heart.&lt;br/&gt; He came to bless &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;, the Creator, when  
&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;, with the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; in his hand did penance.&lt;br/&gt; He who  
occupies the sacred seat of Brahmapuri,&lt;br/&gt; He, my Father, is there,  
&lt;br/&gt;and She, my Mother who gave me milk, is there!&lt;/span&gt;” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So saying he  
described the forms of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; and Parvathi who had given him  
milk, and also pointed out the temple chariot.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was clear from the verses, that those who gave milk to  
the child were no other than Parvathi and Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;. A large  
gathering of people witnessed this unique scene. From that day  
onwards, the boy’s poetic flow continued unimpeded.

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Related: &lt;a href="http://suri-nagamma.blogspot.com/search?q=sambandha"&gt;Letters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-5222400676859312039?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5222400676859312039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=5222400676859312039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5222400676859312039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5222400676859312039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/mothers-blessings.html' title='Mother’s Blessings'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7571042561929150821</id><published>2007-07-10T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.951+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>The Lord is Within Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nandhi.com/images/nyayanmar/appar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; float: right; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px;" src="http://www.nandhi.com/images/nyayanmar/appar.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
THE MADURA KING Pandyan was inclined towards Jainism.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;His wife was the daughter of the Chola King and was attached  
to &lt;i&gt;Saivism&lt;/i&gt;. She had heard of the great saint Jnana Sambandar,  
his powers. And she also came to know of his camping at  
Vedaranyam. The Pandyan Queen, with the help of a minister  
who was also attached to &lt;i&gt;Saivism&lt;/i&gt;, sent an invitation to the Saint  
to visit Madurai and convert the king to &lt;i&gt;Saivism&lt;/i&gt;. The Saint  
came accordingly. When the queen saw that he was a mere boy  
of about ten or even less, she had serious misgivings whether he  
could be a match for all the big Jain leaders surrounding the  
king and if by inviting this child she had put him in jeopardy.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When the Saint noticed this, he sang some songs, addressed to  
the queen and assuring her, “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not in any way inferior to  
these Jains. The Lord is within me. Don’t, therefore, be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;”  

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A devotee added, “The songs mention the names of Jain  
leaders, referring to them in contempt and stating, ‘I am not  
inferior to all these, as the Lord is within me’. It is amusing to  
read those songs.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan added, “This was after the saint came to Madurai.  
When the invitation reached Vedaranyam and Jnana Sambandar  
wanted to start for Madurai, Appar (Tirunavukkarasar) who  
was with Sambandar pleaded, ‘Do not start today. The day is  
not auspicious for you. They, the Jains, are terrible and powerful  
persons’. Thereupon Jnana Sambandar sang the Kolaru  
Padhikam, in which he again says, ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As the Lord is within me, in  
my heart, no days, no planets, can affect me adversely and every  
day of the week is equally auspicious&lt;/span&gt;’.” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      In the afternoon a copy of &lt;i&gt;Thevaram&lt;/i&gt; was brought and  
the above two songs were picked out and Bhagavan read a few  
of them aloud. In the Madurai hymn Bhagavan referred to  
the last stanza and said, “When I explained the first stanza in  
the morning I gave the meaning as ‘Because the Lord is within  
me’ though the words only mean ‘Because there is the Lord’. I  
was wondering whether I was justified in my interpretation. I  
find in the last stanza it is clearly mentioned by the saint himself  
that what he meant was ‘Because the Lord is within me’. Besides,  
the same is clear from the whole of the &lt;i&gt;Kolaru padhikam&lt;/i&gt;. Look  
at the last verse in the Madurai decad. With what authority he  
sings, ‘No harm can approach those who sing these songs of  
the king of Shiyali (Sirkali) and the Master of Tamil’. Similarly  
in the last song he says, ‘By my order those who read these  
shall be saved’.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7571042561929150821?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7571042561929150821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7571042561929150821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7571042561929150821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7571042561929150821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/lord-is-within-me.html' title='The Lord is Within Me'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-7346728067870504690</id><published>2007-07-10T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suri nagamma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Pilgrimage to Sri Arunachala</title><content type='html'>“IN &lt;i&gt;SRI RAMANA LILA&lt;/i&gt; it is stated that while Sambandha was  
coming to Tiruvannamalai the forest tribes robbed him of his  
possessions. He was a man of wisdom and knowledge. What  
property had he?”, asked &lt;a href="http://suri-nagamma.blogspot.com/search?q=sambandha"&gt;Suri Nagamma&lt;/a&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Oh! That! He followed the path of devotion, didn’t he?  
Therefore he had golden bells and a pearl palanquin and other  
symbols of that nature according to the injunctions of &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;.  
He also had a &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; (an establishment) and all that a &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;  
requires,” said Bhagavan.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Is that so? When did he get all those?” Suri Nagamma  
further enquired.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bhagavan replied with a voice full of emotion, “From the  
time when he acquired the name of Jnana Sambandha, that is,  
even from his childhood, he used to sing with uninterrupted  
poetic flow and go on pilgrimages. He first visited a holy place  
called Thirukolakka, went into the temple there and sang verses  
in praise of the Lord, keeping time with his little hands. By the  
grace of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, cymbals of gold inscribed with the mystic five  
letters were miraculously put into his hands, and with them he  
kept time to his songs. Thereafter he visited Chidambaram and  
other holy places and then went to a pilgrim centre called  
Maranpadi. There were no trains in those days, you see. The  
presiding deity in that place observed this little boy visiting holy  
places on foot. His heart melted with pity, and He created a  
pearl palanquin, a pearl umbrella and other accompaniments  
bedecked with pearls suitable for &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;s. He left them in the 
temple and appeared to the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; priests and to Sambandha  
in their dreams, telling the &lt;i&gt;brahmins&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Give them to Sambandha  
with proper honours,’ and told Sambandha, ‘The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s will  
give you all these; take them.’ As they were gifts from Gods he  
could not refuse them. So Sambandha accepted them with  
reverential salutations by doing &lt;i&gt;pradakshina&lt;/i&gt; etc., and then got  
into the palanquin. From that time onwards, he used to go  
about in that palanquin wherever he went. Gradually some staff  
gathered around him and a &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; was established. But whenever  
he approached a holy place, he used to alight from the palanquin  
as soon as he saw the &lt;i&gt;gopuram&lt;/i&gt; (tower) of the shrine and from  
there onwards, he travelled on foot until he entered the temple.  
He came here (i.e. Arunachala) on foot from Tirukoilur  
observing the same principle since, as you know, the peak of  
Arunagiri is visible from there.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A Tamil devotee said that that visit was not clearly  
mentioned in &lt;i&gt;Periapuranam&lt;/i&gt;, to which Bhagavan replied as  
follows: “No. It is not in &lt;i&gt;Periapuranam&lt;/i&gt;. But it is stated in  
Upamanyu’s &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt;vilasam in Sanskrit. Sambandha  
worshipped Viratteswara, the presiding deity at Kilur and won  
the god’s favour with his verses and then he worshipped  
Athulyanatheswara, the presiding deity at Arakandanallur in the  
same way. From there he beheld the peak of Arunagiri and sang  
verses out of excess of joy and installed an image of  
Arunachaleswara in the same spot.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“While he was seated there on a mandapam, God  
Arunachaleswara appeared to him first in the shape of a &lt;i&gt;jyoti&lt;/i&gt;  
(light) and then in the shape of an old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;. Sambandha  
did not know who that old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; was. The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; had in  
his hand a flower basket. Unaccountably, Sambandha’s mind  
was attracted towards that &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; like a magnet. He at once  
asked him with folded hands, ‘Where do you come from?’ ‘I  
have just come from Arunachalam. My village is here, nearby,’ 
replied the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;. Sambandha asked him in surprise,  
‘Arunachala! But how long ago did you come here?’ The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
replied indifferently, ‘How long ago? Daily I come here in the  
morning to gather flowers to make a garland for Lord  
Arunachala and return there by the afternoon’. Sambandha was  
surprised and said, ‘Is that so? But they said it is very far from  
here?’ The old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; said, ‘Who told you so? You can reach  
there in one stride. What is there great in it?’ Having heard  
that, Sambandha became anxious to visit Arunachala and asked,  
‘If so, can I walk there?’ The old man replied, ‘Ah! If an aged  
man like me goes there and comes here daily, can’t a youth like  
you do it? What are you saying?’ With great eagerness  
Sambandha asked, ‘Sir, if that is so, please take me also along  
with you,’ and started at once with all his entourage. The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
was going in advance and the party was following behind.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; disappeared.  
“As the party was looking here and there, in confusion, a  
group of hunters surrounded them, and robbed them of the  
palanquin, umbrella, golden bells, the pearls and other valuable  
items, their provisions and even the clothes they were wearing.  
They were left with only their loin cloths. They did not know  
the way; it was very hot and there was no shelter, and all were  
hungry as it was time for taking food. What could they do?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Then Sambandha prayed to God, ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh! Lord, why am I  
being tested like this? I don’t care what happens to me, but why  
should these followers of mine be put to this hard test?&lt;/span&gt;’ 

&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On hearing those prayers, God appeared in his real form and said,  
‘My son, these hunters too are my &lt;i&gt;pramatha ganas&lt;/i&gt; (personal  
attendants). They deprived you of all your possessions as it is  
best to proceed to the worship of Lord Arunachala without any  
show or pomp. All your belongings will be restored to you as  
soon as you reach there. It is noon time now. You may enjoy  
the feast and then proceed further’. So saying he disappeared. 
“At once, a big tent appeared on a level space nearby. Some  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s came out of the tent and invited Sambandha and his  
party to their tent, entertained them to a feast with delicious  
dishes of various kinds and with &lt;i&gt;chandanam&lt;/i&gt; (sandal paste) and  
&lt;i&gt;thambulam&lt;/i&gt; (betel leaves). Sambandha, who was all along  
entertaining others, was himself entertained by the Lord  
Himself. After they had rested for a while, one of the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s  
in the tent got up and said, ‘Sir, shall we proceed to Arunagiri?’  
Sambandha was extremely happy and accompanied the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
along with his followers. But as soon as they set out on their  
journey, the tent together with the people in it disappeared.  
“While Sambandha was astonished at the strange  
happenings, the guide who had been leading them to Arunachala  
disappeared as soon as they arrived there. Suddenly, the tent  
along with the people in it and the hunters who had robbed  
them previously appeared on all sides, and placing before  
Sambandha all his belongings which they had robbed him of  
earlier, they vanished. With tears of joy and with a thrill in his  
body, Sambandha praised the Lord, for His great kindness,  
stayed there for some days, worshipped Him with flowers of  
verses in praise of Him and then proceeded on his journey. Out  
of His affection for Sambandha, who was serving Him with  
reverence. God Himself, it seems, invited him to this hill.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Jnana Sambandha thus became one of the most famous  
&lt;i&gt;bhakta&lt;/i&gt;s and was much sought after. He led a vigorous and active  
life and went on pilgrimage to several places in South India.  
He got married in his sixteenth year. The bride and the  
bridegroom went to have &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of God in the local temple  
soon after the marriage ceremonies were over. A large party  
went with them. When they reached the temple the place was a  
blaze of light and the temple was not visible. There was however  
a passage visible in the blaze of light. Jnana Sambandha told the  
people to enter the passage. He himself went round the light 
with his young wife, came to the passage and entered it as the  
others had done earlier. The Light vanished leaving no trace of  
those who entered it. The temple again came into view as usual.  
Such was the brief but very eventful life of the sage.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So saying, Bhagavan assumed silence, with his heart filled  
with devotion and with his voice trembling with emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-7346728067870504690?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7346728067870504690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=7346728067870504690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7346728067870504690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/7346728067870504690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/pilgrimage-to-sri-arunachala.html' title='Pilgrimage to Sri Arunachala'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2263691983129958608</id><published>2007-07-10T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Sambandhar and Appar</title><content type='html'>WHILE ON A pilgrimage, the twelve-year old Sambandhar  
and Appar reached Vedaranyam. The main gate of the Vedaranya  
temple was found locked. It seems that long ago the ancient  
&lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; took human shapes. They worshipped the Lord in the  
temple with &lt;i&gt;abhishekam&lt;/i&gt; (pouring of water) and &lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt;. On going  
away, closed the main gate and sealed it. Since then no one had  
the courage to open it and so a hole was bored through the wall  
and a side gate improvised for people for coming and going  
out. When Appar and Sambandhar enquired about the closure  
of the main gate, the watchman told them this story and  
suggested that they could go in by the side gate. They did not  
feel like using that gate and so decided to pray to &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; for the  
opening of the main gate. Sambandhar suggested that Appar  
should pray. It was then that Appar sang a hymn of ten verses.  
&lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; is fond of Appar’s songs and it seems He was so absorbed  
in hearing them, that He forgot to open the gate. When the  
gate did not open even on singing the ninth verse, Appar was  
overwhelmed with grief and sang the tenth verse saying, “Oh  
Lord, has not your heart melted yet?” When even that had no  
effect, he sang the eleventh verse beginning, “Avakkanai  
Vavalaladar Thittaneer”, the purport of which is, “When Ravana  
lifted Mt. Kailas with his hands you struck him down with your  
little finger and inflicted trouble on him for a thousand years.  
That being so, how will you have compassion for me?” When  
this was sung, it seems that &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; regretted the delay and  
immediately opened the doors.  
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shaivam.org/gallery/image/temples/spt_p_maraikkadu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.shaivam.org/gallery/image/temples/spt_p_maraikkadu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After entering the temple and worshipping the Lord  
therein, they came out. Appar requested Sambandhar to pray 
to &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; to close the door and when Sambandhar sang only  
one verse, the doors closed with a bang. On this occasion, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;  
tested Appar by not answering his prayers until he sang eleven  
songs and favoured Sambandhar by promptly closing the doors  
when he sang only one song.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On another occasion, it was Sambandhar that was put to a  
severe test while Appar was readily granted favour. From the  
time &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; put him to a severe test at Vedaranyam, Appar felt  
aggrieved and began worshipping &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; with greater devotion  
than ever. Subsequently both Appar and Sambandhar went on  
a pilgrimage with their respective retinue and reached a village  
called Tiruveelimalai. At that time the village was in the grip of  
a famine. Unable to bear the sight of the sufferings of the people  
they decided to stay in two different &lt;i&gt;Mutts&lt;/i&gt; along with their  
attendants and distribute food to the people. They had of course  
no money with them and so went to the local temple to pray to  
&lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;. Pleased with their devotion, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; gave them a sovereign  
each every day. The sovereign used to be kept on the doorstep.  
The one given to Appar was accepted by the vendors of foodstuffs  
and the required articles were readily supplied. Food could  
therefore be given to the people before the afternoon set in.  
The sovereign of Sambandhar was however below the standard  
purity of gold and so the dealers offered to take it only at a  
discount. The attendants had therefore to come back to the  
&lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; to obtain Sambandhar’s consent, then return to the shop,  
buy the required articles and then feed the people rather late,  
by about 2 P.M. everyday.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In due course this delay came to the notice of Sambandhar.  
On enquiry he found that it was all due to the bad coins he  
was getting from the Lord daily. He went to the temple and  
sang ten songs beginning with “&lt;i&gt;Vachiteerave Kachunalguveer&lt;/i&gt;”,  
which means, “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, why are you giving me coins which are  
not pure gold?” Then the Lord who is the embodiment of 
kindness, said, “Appar is worshipping me with his mind, speech  
and deed, while you are doing it with your mind and speech  
only”. Appar was daily cleaning the temple grounds, making  
them neat and tidy. “It was only to point out the difference  
that I have been doing like this. Henceforth, I shall give you  
also good coins. Don’t worry”. And from that day onwards  
good coins were given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2263691983129958608?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2263691983129958608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2263691983129958608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2263691983129958608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2263691983129958608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sambandhar-and-appar.html' title='Sambandhar and Appar'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1241739745268648867</id><published>2007-07-10T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Saint Appar</title><content type='html'>APPAR WAS BORN in a village called Tiruvamur in the  
Thirumunaipadi region of a Vellala family of Saivaites. His father’s  
name was Pugazhanar and mother’s name was Madiniyar. His  
parents named him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marul Neekkiyar&lt;/span&gt;. He had only one sister by  
name &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tilakavati&lt;/span&gt;. As he grew up he became proficient in all branches  
of knowledge. When Tilakavati was 12 years of age, the parents  
decided to give her in marriage to a commander in the king’s  
army. Just then there was a war and that commander went away  
saying he would marry her on his return. In the meantime  
Pugazhanar passed away and his wife Madiniyar committed &lt;i&gt;Sati&lt;/i&gt;.  
The brother and sister were left alone. They awaited the return of  
the commander, but after some time they heard that the  
commander had died in the war. Tilakavati wanted to commit  
&lt;i&gt;Sati&lt;/i&gt; as her parents had decided to give her away in marriage to  
that commander and she felt that her body was therefore his.  
Marul Neekkiyar with great grief, fell at the feet of his sister and  
told her that he looked up to her as his father and mother, and if  
she insisted on dying on the funeral pyre, he would also commit  
suicide. As she was anxious that her brother should live and prosper,  
she gave up her idea of committing &lt;i&gt;Sati&lt;/i&gt;. She however did not  
marry but remained at home absorbed in the service of the &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;  
temple and in her own &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt; (austerity).  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Marul Neekkiyar realised that material wealth was  
transitory. Whatever money, gold and other valuables he had,  
he gave away, became a &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;, left home and in his wanderings  
reached Patalipuram (Tiruppadiripuliyur, i.e. Cuddalore). The  
most important place at that time was the Samana &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;. As fate  
would have it, he went there and joined the Samana cult (a Jain 
cult), was given the title of Darmasena, and became the Head  
of the &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;Purohit&lt;/i&gt; of the Raja and the Poet Laureate of  
the kingdom. He therefore stayed on there.  
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nandhi.com/images/nyayanmar/foursaints.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nandhi.com/images/nyayanmar/foursaints.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thirugnana Sambandhar, Appar, Sundarar and Manikavasagar&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tilakavathi, who was staying at her native place, heard  
this news and felt sad. She went to their family deity,  
Veerasthaneswara, on the banks of the river Gedila and prayed  
to God several times to save her brother from following the  
ways of the heretics. One day &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; appeared to her in  
a dream and said, “O &lt;i&gt;Tapaswini&lt;/i&gt;, you can now give up your  
mental agony. In his last birth, your brother was a &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;,  
but did not perform &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt; properly. There was a flaw in his  
&lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;. As a result of that, he has now joined that heretic  
(&lt;i&gt;Pashanda&lt;/i&gt;) cult. I shall now save him by making him suffer  
from stomach ache. Give up your grief and relax.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Immediately thereafter, Dharmasena had a violent stomach  
ache. Several people in that &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; who were well versed in  
&lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;s and &lt;i&gt;tantras&lt;/i&gt; tried their best to cure him but could not  
succeed and so gave up all hopes. Dharmasena could not bear  
the agony any longer. He then remembered his sister. Hoping  
she might be of some help, he sent a man to fetch her. She  
refused to give up her own &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt; and go to the Samana &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;.  
On hearing that, Dharmasena regretted his having given up his  
own &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;, namely &lt;i&gt;Saivism&lt;/i&gt;, and without the knowledge of  
other people in the &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt;, left the &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; at night, with two servants  
for his native place. When he tapped at the door and called his  
sister, she recognised his voice and opened the door. He fell at  
her feet and requested her to forgive him. She received him  
with open arms and overjoyed at the kindness of &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;,  
and after giving him holy ash, taught her brother the  
&lt;i&gt;Panchakshari Mantra&lt;/i&gt;. He smeared the holy ash all over his body  
and repeated the &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tilakavati took her brother to the temple of Veerasthaneswara.  
When he prostrated and got up, Marul Neekkiyar began composing 
songs in Tamil in praise of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;. The first of the Ten Verses  
(&lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;) begins with ‘&lt;i&gt;Kootrayinavaru&lt;/i&gt;’. His stomach ache ceased  
immediately. That is why there is a belief that whoever recites  
these songs gets relief from all illness.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After that, he took up &lt;i&gt;Sannyasa&lt;/i&gt; and went on a pilgrimage  
singing his &lt;i&gt;Padikams&lt;/i&gt; (containing 10 verses each). In due course  
he reached Chidambaram. After worshipping Nataraja there,  
and singing the &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;s, he went with his followers to nearby  
Sirkali. He had heard that Sambandar had become a saint by  
drinking the milk of the mother of the universe, &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;, when  
he was a little child. Hearing that he was coming, Sambandar  
with his followers went out to meet him. As soon as they met,  
Marul Neekkiyar fell at the feet of Sambandar. The latter lifted  
him up with his hands with great affection, and as a show of  
respect, called him ‘Appah’. Appar immediately claimed that  
he was the &lt;i&gt;Dasan&lt;/i&gt; (servant) of Sambandar. From that time  
onwards, Marul Neekkiyar came to be known as Appar.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Subsequently both of them went together to the temple of  
&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;pureeswara. Sambandar then asked Appar to worship  
the Lord, which Appar did with his &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;s. After that, they  
went together to several temples and sang &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;s in praise  
of the Lord. You have already heard of Vedaranyam and the  
sovereigns. There are several other stories like that. After his  
contact with Appar, Sambandar went to Patalipuram, defeated  
the people of Samana &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; by arguments and established  
&lt;i&gt;Saivism&lt;/i&gt;. They always used to be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1241739745268648867?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1241739745268648867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1241739745268648867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1241739745268648867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1241739745268648867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/saint-appar.html' title='Saint Appar'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-8111946147603309140</id><published>2007-07-10T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>There is Nothing Without</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; Umadevi, a Polish lady had travelled in Kashmir and  
brought some photos which were shown to all in the old  
hall. Bhagavan humorously remarked, “We have seen those  
places without the trouble of travelling.” A devotee thereby  
said, “I wish to go to Kailas.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sri Bhagavan said, “One can see these places only if  
destined. Not otherwise. After seeing all, there will still  
remain more – if not in this hemisphere, may be in the  
other. Knowledge implies ignorance of what lies beyond what  
is known. Knowledge is always limited.” After sometime Sri  
Bhagavan related the following story.  
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;APPAR WAS DECREPIT and old and yet began to a travel to  
Kailas. Another old man appeared on the way and tried to  
dissuade him from the attempt, saying that it was too difficult  
to reach there. Appar was however obdurate and said that he  
would risk his life in the attempt. The stranger asked him to dip  
himself in a tank close by. Appar did so and found Kailas then  
and there. Where did all this happen? In Tiruvayyar, nine miles  
from Tanjore. Where is Kailas then? Is it within the mind or  
outside it? If Tiruvayyar be truly Kailas, it must appear to others  
as well. But Appar alone found it so.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Similarly it is said of other places of pilgrimage in the  
South, that they are the abodes of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, and devotees found  
them so. This was true from their standpoint. Everything is  
within. There is nothing without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-8111946147603309140?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8111946147603309140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=8111946147603309140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/8111946147603309140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/8111946147603309140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-nothing-without.html' title='There is Nothing Without'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1844634859528131227</id><published>2007-07-10T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>With the Moon in His Crown</title><content type='html'>THE VENERABLE SUNDARAMURTHY was born in the  
&lt;i&gt;amsa&lt;/i&gt; of Aalaala Sundara, who emanated from the reflection of  
Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, the Somasekhara (with moon in his crown). He  
acquired the friendship of the Kerala king, Cheraman Perumal  
Nainar, in the course of his wanderings as a pilgrim, and together  
they both went to Madurai on pilgrimage. The Pandyan king as  
well as his son-in-law, the Chola king, extended a very warm  
welcome to them and expressed their happiness at being their  
hosts. Sundaramurthy worshipped God Sundareswara, the consort  
of the goddess Meenakshi, and sang hymns in praise of the Lord  
with his poetic skill. Accompanied by the Chera king he visited  
and worshipped at the sacred shrines of the south, namely  
Thirukuttralam, Tirunelveli and Rameswaram. From there he  
visited the sacred shrine of Thirukkedeswara in Lanka Dwipa  
(Ceylon) and offered worship. There he remembered  
Thrisulapuram (Thiruchuli) which is the Muktinagar (city of  
salvation) and proceeded thither. As they approached that city,  
the crowds saw them both resplendent as though the sun and the  
moon appeared at the same time. Sundaramurthy was happy to  
have the &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of Lord Bhuminatha and offered worship with  
the song beginning ‘&lt;i&gt;Oona uyir Puhalai&lt;/i&gt;’ and was overwhelmed  
with devotion. He decided to stay in that holy place for a while,  
and resided in the &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; on the bank of the river Kowndinya.  
One night during his stay there, Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; appeared to  
him in a dream with a ball in his hand (ball is the symbol of 
kingship) and a crown on his head, as a youth of incomparable  
beauty. With a smile dancing on his lips, he said, “We stay in  
&lt;i&gt;Jyotivana&lt;/i&gt; (Kaleswara).” On hearing these words,  
Sundaramurthy woke up with excitement and recollected the  
glorious kindness of the Lord who appeared and showered  
benevolence on him, and narrated the wonderful vision to  
the Chera king with joy. There and then he sang, overwhelmed  
with devotion, the &lt;i&gt;Thevara Pathikam&lt;/i&gt; commencing with the  
words, ‘&lt;i&gt;Thondar Adithodalalum&lt;/i&gt;’ on Lord Kaleswara.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From there they started to visit the far off holy place,  
Thiruppunavayil. Even as they started, God Kaleswara (who  
appeared in the dream of Sundaramurthy) and Amba  
approached them in the guise of an old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; couple. When  
Sundaramurthy asked them, “Who are you? Where do you come  
from?” they replied, “We shall talk about that later. First give us  
food. We are hungry.” Sundaramurthy consented, got the food  
prepared and looked for the couple, but they were not to be  
seen anywhere. All the lanes and by-lanes of the village were  
searched but they could not be found anywhere. They came  
back to the &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; only to find that the food had disappeared  
and the leaves in which the food was eaten were scattered all  
over the place. Sundaramurthy was wonder-struck and  
exclaimed, “Ah! What a wonder is this! What can this be except  
the &lt;i&gt;leela&lt;/i&gt; (play) of the Lord of the Universe?” As he arrived at  
this conclusion he heard an invisible voice: “Where do you  
intend going without seeing us who reside in the &lt;i&gt;Jyotivana&lt;/i&gt;?”  
Sundaramurthy was wondering where that &lt;i&gt;Jyotivana&lt;/i&gt; was and  
how to go there. The invisible voice once again said, “We are  
proceeding there on the vehicle of the sacred bull Nandi. You  
may also come there, following its footsteps.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sundaramurthy followed the footsteps, accompanied by  
the devotees, but suddenly the track disappeared. As he stood  
there in confusion the invisible voice was heard to say, “Look 
carefully”. As he followed carefully the footsteps he saw a  
particular place full of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;s. There was no space even for  
a single step forward and he and the other devotees stood there  
bewildered. Suddenly he saw a narrow footpath and they went  
along it, on and on until at last they beheld the temple of  
Kaleswara. They all took their bath in the tank in front of the  
temple, and as they were thinking of going into the temple, all  
of a sudden the temple with its tower disappeared.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sundaramurthy was wonder-struck and sang some songs in  
praise of the Lord, conveying the idea: “Is this the result of my  
not having come for worship in your temple before bathing?”  
At once a whole view of &lt;i&gt;jyoti&lt;/i&gt; (light) appeared and the peak view  
of a temple tower and then the temple itself with its compound  
wall. He was overjoyed, had a &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of God, worshipped Him,  
sang songs in praise of Him, and then proceeded on his  
pilgrimage. This is a wonderful story. There are many more  
stories of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1844634859528131227?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1844634859528131227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1844634859528131227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1844634859528131227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1844634859528131227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/with-moon-in-his-crown.html' title='With the Moon in His Crown'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6373010047866051656</id><published>2007-07-10T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Swami is Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; An American lady unaccustomed to squatting on the  
floor, somehow managed to sit in the hall by stretching her  
legs towards Bhagavan’s sofa. One of the attendants suggested  
to her that she sit cross-legged. When Bhagavan saw that,  
he said smiling, “When they find it difficult even to sit  
down on the floor, should you force them to sit cross-legged  
also?” “No, no! As they do not know that it is disrespectful to  
stretch their legs towards Bhagavan, I merely told them so,  
that is all,” said the devotee. 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Oh is that so! It is disrespectful,  
is it? Then it is disrespectful for me to stretch my legs towards  
them. What you say applies to me as well.” Saying this in a  
lighter vein, Bhagavan sat up cross-legged. Even though the  
rheumatism in Bhagavan’s legs rendered them painful and  
stiff after ten minutes of being folded, he continued to sit  
cross-legged stretching them from time to time, saying that  
it might be deemed disrespectful. Even after the visitors took  
leave he kept his legs folded saying, “I do not know if I can  
stretch them. They say it is not good manners.” The attendant  
stood by Bhagavan’s side crestfallen and repentant. Bhagavan,  
full of compassion, stretched out his legs as usual and began  
telling this story.  
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://palani.org/avinankudi_gallery/images/avvaiyar_murugan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://palani.org/avinankudi_gallery/images/avvaiyar_murugan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avvaiyar meets Lord Murugan&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEING THAT SUNDARAMURTHI was going away on a  
white elephant which had come from Kailas, the Rajah of Chera  
whispered in the ear of his horse the &lt;i&gt;panchakshara mantra&lt;/i&gt; and  
got upon it to go to Kailas. Avvaiyar, who was at the time doing  
&lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt; to Lord Ganesa, saw them both going to Kailas and so 
tried to hurry up her &lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt; as she too wanted to go to Kailas.  
Seeing that, Ganesa said, “Old woman, don’t hurry. Let your  
&lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt; be performed as usual. I shall take you to Kailas before  
they reach it.” Accordingly, the &lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt; was performed in due  
course. Waving his hand around, he said, “Old lady, close your  
eyes.” That was all. When she opened her eyes, she found herself  
seated in Kailas in front of &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;. By the  
time Sundaramurthi and Chera Raja reached the place, they  
found her already seated there. Surprised at that, they asked her  
how she had got there and were overjoyed at her &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt;.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After all, she was very old. So she sat facing &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;  
with her legs stretched out like me. &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; could not bear that  
sight. She was worried because to sit with legs stretched out  
towards &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, she felt, was a great insult. She respectfully  
suggested to &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; that she should be permitted to tell  
the old lady about it. “Oh, don’t speak, don’t open your mouth.  
We should not say anything to her.” How could &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; put up  
with that insult? She therefore whispered into the ear of her  
maid to tell the old lady, who said, “Grandma, Grandma, don’t  
keep your legs outstretched towards &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;”. “Is that so?” She  
replied, “Tell me on which side &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; is not present. Shall I  
turn this side?” asked Avvaiyar. So saying, she turned her  
outstretched legs to another side and &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; got turned to that  
side; and when again she turned to a different direction, He  
also got turned to the same side. Thus &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt; got turned to  
whichever side she turned her legs. Looking at &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;  
said, “Do you see now? You would not listen to me. See how  
she turns me this side and that. That is why I told you not to  
open your mouth.” Then &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; requested the old lady to excuse  
her. It is similar to that when people are asked not to stretch  
their legs towards &lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;. Where is He not present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6373010047866051656?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6373010047866051656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6373010047866051656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6373010047866051656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6373010047866051656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/swami-is-everywhere.html' title='Swami is Everywhere'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-1569077409566311650</id><published>2007-07-10T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jnana sambandhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><title type='text'>Sundaramurthi’s Bond of Servitude</title><content type='html'>Tirunavalur in Thirumunaippadi region in the &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahmana&lt;/i&gt;  
caste called &lt;i&gt;Adi Saivam&lt;/i&gt;, to a &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; priest named Chadayanar  
alias &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt; and his wife &lt;i&gt;Isaijnaniyar&lt;/i&gt;. He was named by his  
parents Nambiyarurar. One day, while he was playing in the  
street with a toy cart, the king of the place, by name &lt;i&gt;Narasinga  
Muniyar&lt;/i&gt;, saw him and took a fancy to him. He requested the  
father, &lt;i&gt;Sivacharya&lt;/i&gt; to let him have the boy. The father agreed  
and the boy was brought up by the king as his foster son. Even  
so, the &lt;i&gt;brahminical&lt;/i&gt; usages regarding thread ceremony and vedic  
instructions were carefully observed and he became well-versed  
in all the arts.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When he came of age, his marriage with the daughter of a  
relative by name Chatangavi &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;charya was decided upon, and  
invitations were issued to all relatives for the function.  
Sundaramurthy went through the usual premarital ceremonies  
a day before the marriage, and on the marriage day, properly  
dressed as the bridegroom accompanied by his relatives, he went  
to the bride’s father’s house in Puttur village, quite early in the  
morning on horseback. On reaching the bride’s house, he  
alighted from the horse and sat on the wedding seat in the  
marriage &lt;i&gt;pandal&lt;/i&gt; in accordance with the usual custom. Drums  
were sounded and the arrival of the bride was awaited.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just then, Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; approached the marriage &lt;i&gt;pandal&lt;/i&gt; in the  
garb of an old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;, and announced, “All of you please listen  
to what I have to say.” On their assenting, the old man told the 
boy, “Look here, there is an agreement between you and me.  
First fulfil it and then marry.” The boy replied, “If there is an  
agreement, let it be so, but tell us first what it is.” The old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
told the audience, “Sirs, this boy is my servant. I have with me  
the deed of service executed by his grandfather in my favour.”  
Sundaramurthy replied, “Oh! Madman, Enough! We are hearing  
for the first time that a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; is the servant of another &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;.  
Go, get away!” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; replied, “I am neither a mad man  
nor a devil. I am not offended at your remarks. You have not  
understood me at all. Stop this childish talk and come and serve  
me.” Sundaramurthy then said, “Show me the deed.” “Who are  
you to decide after seeing the deed?” said the old man. “If the  
people in the audience see the deed and agree that it is true, you  
should begin to serve me.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sundaramurthy got very angry and  
pounced upon the man to snatch the deed from him. The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
ran away, but the boy pursued him, snatched the deed at last, and  
tore it to pieces. The old man caught hold of Sundaramurthy  
and began shouting. The marriage guests got agitated over that,  
separated the two and said to the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;, “You are speaking of  
arrangements unheard of in this world. Oh! Quarrelsome old  
man! Where do you come from?” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; replied, “I belong  
to the village of Thiruvennainallur. Don’t you agree that this boy  
Nambiyarurar has confirmed his servitude to me by unjustly  
snatching away the service deed from my hands and tearing it to  
pieces?” Sundarar replied, “If indeed you are a resident of  
Thiruvennainallur village, your claim can be decided there, can’t  
it be?” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; replied, “Yes. Come with me. I shall produce  
the original deed before the Council of &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s there and  
establish my claim that you are my servant.” Accordingly the  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; walked ahead and Sundaramurthy and all the other  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s followed him.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As soon as they all reached the Council of &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s in the  
other village, the cunning old &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; filed his claim petition 
before them to the effect that the boy Nambiyarurar tore up  
the service deed in his favour. The councillors said, “We have  
not heard anywhere in this world that &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s become servants  
of &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s.” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; replied, “No. Mine is not a false  
claim. The deed that this boy tore up is the deed of service  
executed by his grandfather to be my servants.” The councillors  
asked Sundaramurthy, “Can you win your case by merely  
tearing up the deed executed by your grandfather? What do  
you say?” He replied, “Oh virtuous men, learned in all the vedic  
lore! You all know that I am an &lt;i&gt;Adi Saiva&lt;/i&gt;. Even if this old  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; is able to establish that I am his servant, you must  
please consider it a piece of magic beyond the reach of mental  
reasoning. What can I say of such a claim?” The councillors  
told the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;, “You must first prove to us that he is your  
servant. To decide an affair of this nature, three things are needed  
– custom, written evidence and oral evidence. Should you not  
produce at least one of these three items?” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; replied,  
“Sir! What he tore up is only the duplicate copy; the original  
deed is with me.” The councillors demanded the production of  
the original deed, and gave him an assurance that it would not  
be torn up by Sundaramurthy. The old man took out the  
original deed from the folds of the cloth around his waist, and  
showed it to them. The village &lt;i&gt;Karnam&lt;/i&gt; who happened to come  
there unexpectedly then, was asked to read it. He bowed before  
the councillors, opened the folds of the original document and  
so as to be heard by all, he read it out aloud as follows: ‘I,  
&lt;i&gt;Adi Saiva&lt;/i&gt; by caste and Arurar by name, residing in  
Thiruvennainallur village have executed this deed of service  
gladly and out of my own free will, undertaking to do service  
by me and by my successive descendants, to &lt;i&gt;Pitthan&lt;/i&gt; (mad man)  
residing in Thiruvennainallur village. (Sd.) Arurar.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The witness to the deed were those very councillors and  
they all identified and confirmed that the signatures were their 
own. The councillors asked Sundaramurthy to verify if the  
handwriting in the deed was his grandfather’s.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The man pretending to be a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; said, “Sir! This is a  
mere boy. How can he identify his grandfather’s writing? If  
there is any other paper available containing his grandfather’s  
writing, please send for it and compare.” They all agreed, and  
the relatives of Sundaramurthy searched, and produced a paper  
containing his grandfather’s handwriting. The councillors  
compared the two papers and confirmed that the writings in  
the two papers were identical. They told Sundaramurthy, “Boy!  
There is no way of escape for you. You have lost. It is your duty  
to do service according to this old man’s orders.” Sundaramurthy  
was stupefied at this and said that he would obey the order, if  
fate had decreed that way.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They had compassion on the boy, and had still some doubts  
about the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;, and questioned him, “Sir! This deed says  
that you belong to this very village. Can you show us where  
your ancestral house and property and all that are?” The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;  
pretended surprise, and said, “What! You are all of this village,  
so learned, so intelligent, so elderly – does not even one among  
you know my house? How surprising are your words! Come  
with me then!” So saying, he led the way, and they all followed.  
They saw the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; enter &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;’s temple called ‘Thiruvarul  
Thurai’, and they were stupefied.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sundaramurthy thought, “The &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; who made me his  
servant has entered the temple of my God &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt;! What  
a wonder!” So thinking, he followed alone eagerly the footsteps  
of the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; and entered the temple with great desire and  
shouted, “Oh &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;!” At once Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; appeared in the  
company of Goddess Parvathi, seated on the sacred bull, and  
said, “My son! You are Aalaala Sundara, one of my pramatha  
ganas (chief attendants). You were born here as a result of a  
curse. You requested me to have you as My own, wherever you 
might be, even during the period of the curse. I therefore made  
you my servant here.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As soon as Sundaramurthy heard those words of the Great  
Lord he was overjoyed like the calf that heard the mother-cow’s  
call. With his voice trembling with emotion and eyes filled with  
tears of joy, he made prostrations to Him, and with folded hands  
said, “Oh Lord! You are gracious to my worthless self, hold me  
fast to you like the cat holding on to its kitten, and make me  
your own. What gracious kindness!”, and praised Him. The  
Great Lord was pleased and said, “My son! Because you have  
disputed with me, you shall have the name of ‘&lt;i&gt;Van Thondan&lt;/i&gt;’.  
The service to be rendered hereafter by you to me, is to worship  
me with flowers of verses. Compose verses on me and sing them.”  
With folded hands, Sundaramurthy said, “Oh Lord! You  
came in the guise of a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; and preferred a claim against  
me, and I contested and argued with you, not knowing your  
greatness. You are the great Lord that gave me recollection of  
my past and saved me from falling into worldly actions and  
behaviour and getting drowned therein. What do I know of  
your limitless great qualities, and what shall I sing of them?”  
&lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; said, “You already called me &lt;i&gt;Pithan&lt;/i&gt;, mad man. Therefore,  
sing of me as the Mad Man.” So saying, he disappeared.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sundaramurthy immediately sang the Sri &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;,  
commencing with the verse: ‘Pittha pirai sudi’.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-1569077409566311650?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1569077409566311650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=1569077409566311650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1569077409566311650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/1569077409566311650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sundaramurthis-bond-of-servitude.html' title='Sundaramurthi’s Bond of Servitude'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-8702858115018745068</id><published>2007-07-10T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:43.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MANIKKAVACHAKAR'/><title type='text'>Manikkavachakar</title><content type='html'>MANIKKAVACHAKAR WAS BORN in a village called  
Vaadavur (Vaatapuri) in Pandya &lt;i&gt;Desa&lt;/i&gt;. Because of that people  
used to call him Vaadavurar. He was sent to school very early.  
He read religious books, absorbed the lessons therein, and  
became noted for his devotion to &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, as also his kindness to  
living beings. Having heard about him, the Pandya king sent  
for him, made him his Prime Minister and conferred on him  
the title of “Thennavan &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;rayan” i.e., Leader among  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s in the south. Though he performed the duties of a  
minister with tact and integrity, he had no desire for material  
happiness. His mind was always absorbed in spiritual matters.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feeling convinced that for the attainment of &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, the grace  
of the &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; is essential, he kept on making enquiries about it.  
Once the Pandya king directed the minister to buy a few  
good horses and bring them to him. As he was already in search  
of a &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;, Manikkavachakar felt that it was a good opportunity  
and started with his retinue, carrying with him the required  
amount of gold. He visited all the temples on the way and reached  
a village called Tiruperundurai. For about a year before that,  
&lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; had assumed the form of a school teacher and was  
teaching the poor children of the village seated on a street pial,  
near the temple. He had his meal which consisted of only cooked  
green vegetables, in the house of his pupils everyday by turn.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well aware of the mental maturity of Manikkavachakar, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;  
anxiously awaited his arrival. By the time Manikkavachakar came,  
&lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; assumed the form of a &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt; Purusha (realised soul) and  
sat under a &lt;i&gt;Kurundai&lt;/i&gt; (yellow amanth) tree within the temple.  
Many &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;s had gathered around him. Manikkavachakar came 
to the temple, had &lt;i&gt;darsan&lt;/i&gt; of the Lord in the sanctum sanctorum,  
and while doing&lt;i&gt; &lt;i&gt;pradakshina&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;around the temple, saw the &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt;  
Purusha. He was thrilled at the sight and tears welled up in his  
eyes. Spontaneously, he lifted his hands above his head in salutation  
and prostrated at the feet of &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;. He then got up, and prayed  
that he, a humble being, may also be accepted as a disciple. Having  
come to earth solely to bestow grace on Manikkavachakar, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;,  
through His mere look, gave him &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt; (initiation into  
knowledge). Manikkavachakar felt indescribable happiness and  
the &lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt; given by &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; took deep root in  his heart. With  
folded hands and tears of joy, Manikkavachakar went round the  
&lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;, offered salutations, stripped himself of all his official dress  
and ornaments, placed them near the &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; and stood before him  
with only a &lt;i&gt;kowpeenam&lt;/i&gt; on. A deeply felt inspiration resulted in  
his spontaneously composing and singing beautiful and moving  
devotional songs in praise of his &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; was pleased, and  
addressing him as ‘Manikkavachaka’, commanded him to remain  
there, worshipping Him and singing His praise. His mission  
fulfilled, the Lord disappeared.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fully convinced that he who had blessed him was no other  
than &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; Himself, Manikkavachakar was stricken with  
unbearable grief and fell on the ground weeping and saying, “Oh!  
My lord, Why did you go away leaving me here?” The villagers  
were very much surprised at this and began a search for the person  
who was till then working in their village as a schoolteacher but  
could not find him anywhere. Then they realised that it was the  
Lord’s &lt;i&gt;leela&lt;/i&gt;. Some time later, Manikkavachakar got over his grief,  
decided to act according to the injunctions of &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;, sent away  
his retinue to Madurai, spent all the gold with him on the temple  
and stayed there alone.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hearing all that had happened, the king immediately sent  
an order to Manikkavachakar to return to Madurai, but then  
how could he go to the king without the horses? 
&lt;br/&gt;If he wanted to purchase them, where was the money?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not knowing what to do, he prayed to Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; for help. That  
night Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; appeared to him in a dream, gave him a priceless  
gem and said, “Give this to the king and tell him the horses will  
come on the day of the &lt;i&gt;Moola&lt;/i&gt; star in the month of &lt;i&gt;Sravana&lt;/i&gt;”.  
Startled at that vision he opened his eyes but the Lord was not  
there. Manikkavachakar was however, overjoyed at what had  
happened, put on his official dress and went to Madurai. He  
gave the gem to the king, discussed the auspicious time when  
the horses would be arriving and then anxiously waited for the  
day. He did not however, resume his official duties. Though his  
body was in Madurai, his mind was in Tirupperundurai. He  
was merely biding time. The Pandyan king, however, sent his  
spies to Perundurai and found out that there were no horses  
there meant for the king and that all the money meant for their  
purchase had been spent in the renovation of the temple. So he  
immediately imprisoned Manikkavachakar making him  
undergo all the trials and tribulations of prison life.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meanwhile, as originally arranged, on the day of the  
&lt;i&gt;Moola&lt;/i&gt; star, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; assumed the guise of a horseman transformed  
the jackals of the jungle into horses, and brought them to the  
king. The king was astonished at this, took delivery of the  
horses and according to the advice of the keeper of the stables,  
had them tied up at the same place where all his other horses  
were kept. He thanked the horseman profusely and after  
sending him away with several presents, released  
Manikkavachakar from prison with profuse apologies. The  
same night, the new horses changed into their original forms,  
killed all the horses in the stables, ate them, created similar  
havoc in the city and fled. The king grew very angry, branded  
Manikkavachakar a trickster and put him back into prison.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Soon, in accordance with &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;’s orders, the waters of the  
river Vaigai rose in floods and the whole of the city of Madurai 
was under water. Alarmed at that, the king assembled all the  
people and ordered them to put up bunds around the river.  
&lt;br/&gt;For that purpose, he ordered every citizen to do a certain  
amount of work with the threat of dire consequences, should  
they fail to do their allotted work.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There was in Madurai an old woman by name ‘&lt;i&gt;Pittuvani  
Ammaiyar&lt;/i&gt;’. She was a pious devotee of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;. She was living  
alone earning her livelihood by daily preparing and selling  
‘&lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt;’ (&lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt; is sweetened powdered rice pressed into conical  
shapes). She had no one to do her allotted work on the river  
bund nor had she the money to hire a person to do it. She was  
therefore greatly worried and cried. “&lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;! What shall I do?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seeing her helplessness, &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; came there in the guise of a coolie,  
with a spade on his shoulder, and called out, “Granny, granny,  
do you want a coolie?” “Yes”, she said, “But I do not have even  
a paisa in my hand to pay you. What to do?” He said, “I do not  
want any money and would be satisfied if you gave me a little  
&lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt; to eat. I shall then do the allotted work on the river bund.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pleased with that offer, she began making &lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt;, but they  
did not come out in full shape but were broken. Surprised at  
this she gave all the bits to the coolie. He ate as many of them as  
he could and went away saying that he would attend to the  
bund-raising work. Surprisingly, the dough with the old woman  
remained intact even though she had prepared and given bits  
of the &lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt; to the coolie. The coolie went to the work-spot but  
instead of doing the work lay down there idly coming in the  
way of others doing their work.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king went round to inspect the progress of the work  
and found that the portion allotted to Ammaiyar remained  
unattended to. On enquiry, his servants told him all about the  
pranks of that coolie. The king got infuriated, called the coolie  
and said, “Instead of doing the allotted work, you are lying  
down and singing”. So saying, he hit the coolie on the back 
with a cane he had in his hand. The hit not only recoiled on the  
king himself, but on all living beings there, and all of them  
suffered the pain on that account. The king immediately realised  
that the person hit by him was &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; Himself in the  
guise of a coolie. The king stood aghast. &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; vanished  
and soon a voice from the sky said, “Oh king! Manikkavachakar  
is my beloved devotee. I myself did all this to show you his  
greatness. Release him and seek his blessings.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Soon after hearing that voice, the king went to see  
Manikkavachakar and on the way, he stepped into the house of  
&lt;i&gt;Pittu&lt;/i&gt;vani Ammaiyar to see her. By that time she had already got  
into a &lt;i&gt;vimanam&lt;/i&gt; (a heavenly car moving through the skies) and  
was on her way to Kailas. The king was greatly surprised and  
saluted her and from there he went straight to Manikkavachakar  
and fell at his feet. Manikkavachakar lifted him with great  
respect, and enquired of his welfare. The king said, “Please  
forgive me and rule this kingdom yourself.” Manikkavachakar,  
looking at the king, said with kindness, “Appah! (a term of  
endearment) As I have already agreed to serve the Lord, I cannot  
be bothered with the problems of ruling a kingdom. Please do  
not mistake me. Rule the kingdom yourself looking after the  
welfare of the people. Henceforth you will have nothing to  
worry about.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So saying, smilingly, he put on the dress of a &lt;i&gt;sannyasi&lt;/i&gt;n and  
went about visiting holy places singing the praise of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-8702858115018745068?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8702858115018745068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=8702858115018745068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/8702858115018745068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/8702858115018745068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/manikkavachakar.html' title='Manikkavachakar'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-4298290344950274224</id><published>2007-07-10T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MANIKKAVACHAKAR'/><title type='text'>How the Tiruvachakam was Written</title><content type='html'>MANIKKAVACHAKKAR WAS GOING from one place to  
another until he came to Chidambaram. While witnessing  
Nataraja’s dance he started singing heart-melting songs and stayed  
in that place itself. Then one day Nataraja, with a view to make  
people know the greatness of Manikkavachakar and to bless  
the people with an excellent collection of hymns, went to the  
house of Manikkavachakar in the night, in the guise of a  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;. He was received cordially and when asked the purpose  
of the visit, the Lord smilingly and with great familiarity asked,  
“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It seems you have been singing hymns during your visit to  
sacred places of pilgrimage and that you are doing it here also.  
May I hear them? I have been thinking of coming and listening  
to you for a very long time but could not find the required  
leisure. That is why I have come here at night. I suppose you  
don’t mind. Can you sing? Do you remember them all?&lt;/span&gt;” 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“There  
is no need to worry about sleep. I shall sing all the songs I  
remember. Please listen.” So saying Manikkavachakar began  
singing in ecstasy. The Lord in the guise of a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; sat down  
there writing the songs on palm leaves. As Manikkavachakar  
was in ecstasy he hardly noticed the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; who was taking  
down the songs. Singing on and on, he completely forgot himself  
in the thought of God and ultimately became silent. The old  
&lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; quietly disappeared.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At daybreak, the &lt;i&gt;dikshitar&lt;/i&gt; (priest) came to the Nataraja  
temple as usual to perform the morning &lt;i&gt;puja&lt;/i&gt; and as he opened  
the doors he found in front of the Nataraja image, on the 
doorstep, a palm-leaf book. When the book was opened, and  
scrutinised the words &lt;i&gt;Tiruvachakam&lt;/i&gt; were written as well as an  
explanation that the book was written, as dictated by  
Manikkavachakar. It was signed below &lt;i&gt;Tiruchitrambalam&lt;/i&gt;, i.e.  
Chidambaram. The stamp of Sri Nataraja was also there below  
the signature. Thereupon, all the temple priests gathered in great  
surprise and sent word to Manikkavachakar, showed him the  
&lt;i&gt;Tiruvachakam&lt;/i&gt;, and the signature of Nataraja and asked him to  
tell them about the genesis of the hymns.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Manikkavachakar did not say anything but asked them to  
accompany him, went to the temple of Nataraja and standing  
opposite the Lord said, “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sirs, the Lord in front of us is the only  
answer to your question. He is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;” After having said  
that, he merged into the Lord.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As he narrated the story, Bhagavan’s voice got choked.  
Unable to speak any more he remained in ecstatic silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-4298290344950274224?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4298290344950274224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=4298290344950274224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4298290344950274224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/4298290344950274224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-tiruvachakam-was-written.html' title='How the Tiruvachakam was Written'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6560522634425366255</id><published>2007-07-10T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>YOGA VASISHTAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yoga Vasishta&lt;/i&gt; is a dialogue between Sage Vasishta and Sri Rama 
during which &lt;i&gt;advaita&lt;/i&gt; is expounded illustrated profusely with 
stories. Sri Bhagavan referred to &lt;i&gt;Yoga Vasishta&lt;/i&gt; frequently and 
has even incorporated nine verses from it, in his &lt;a href="http://ramana-collected-works.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supplement to 
Forty Verses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6560522634425366255?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6560522634425366255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6560522634425366255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6560522634425366255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6560522634425366255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoga-vasishtam.html' title='YOGA VASISHTAM'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-5328971478887214124</id><published>2007-07-10T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Brahma, the Creator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; In the course of a conversation a devotee queried, “In  
&lt;i&gt;Vasishtam&lt;/i&gt; it is stated that everything comes upon a person  
by the desires of the mind and that it is the mind that creates  
them all. But how is it possible, Bhagavan?”  
&lt;br/&gt;“You ask how! Is this not stated in the story about the  
ten &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s? That story is also in the &lt;i&gt;Vasishtam&lt;/i&gt;,” said  
Bhagavan. When asked about it, Sri Bhagavan cheerfully  
began telling the devotees the story.  
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ONCE UPON A time &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;, the creator, after performing  
his duties the whole day, went to sleep at nightfall. When the  
night was over, he woke up. After completing his morning  
ablutions, he looked at the sky before beginning his day’s work  
of creation, and he saw that there were several other worlds.  
His work of creation was being performed properly so there  
was no justification for the other worlds to come into existence.  
“What! The worlds that should remain dormant until I created  
them have come into existence! How have these worlds come  
into existence?” Greatly surprised at this, with the power of his  
mind he summoned one of the suns in those worlds and asked  
“Sir, how have these worlds come into existence?”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The sun replied, “Oh, my Lord, you are the &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;.  
What is there that you do not know? Even so, if you want to  
hear from me, I will tell you.” So saying, he began relating as  
follows: “&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt; living in a city under Mount Kailas,  
with his wife prayed to &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; for children as he had  
none. In course of time they begot ten children. The children 
in due course grew up and studied the &lt;i&gt;Sastras&lt;/i&gt;. After some  
time, the parents passed away and the boys were filled with  
grief. They had no near relatives and consequently could not  
continue to live in that house. They climbed Mount Kailas  
and decided to do &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt; there. They then began considering  
what exactly they should do to get rid of their sorrows. At first  
they thought wealth would give them happiness but dismissed  
the idea as there would always be wealthier people than them.  
It would be the same thing with regard to kingship or even  
the Lordship of &lt;i&gt;Mahendra&lt;/i&gt;. They therefore felt that there was  
no fulfilment in any of those things. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally the eldest amongst  
them said, ‘He who creates all these is &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; and so &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;  
is the greatest of them all.’ They all felt happy at the suggestion  
and said, ‘What is the way to achieve &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;-hood  
(&lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;tvam)?’ After thinking for a while, the eldest said, ‘It  
is not so difficult. Mind is the basic cause of everything. So let  
us all sit in a lonely place and practice concentration for  
attaining &lt;i&gt;Brahmatvam&lt;/i&gt;, giving up thoughts on all other matters,  
including the body. Continuously feel that you are seated on  
a lotus, that you are lustrous and that you are creating this  
world and destroying it. I will also do likewise.’ All of them  
felt happy at the idea ‘I am &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; with four faces.’ The idea  
became firmly fixed in their minds and they forgot completely  
about their bodies. Subsequently those bodies fell off like dry  
leaves from a tree. On account of the intensity of their desires  
ten worlds have come into existence as all the ten of them  
have become &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;s. The force of their desires is now  
stationary in the Chit &lt;i&gt;akasa&lt;/i&gt;. I am the sun of one of the ten  
worlds.” So saying, the sun went back to his original place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-5328971478887214124?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5328971478887214124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=5328971478887214124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5328971478887214124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5328971478887214124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/brahma-creator.html' title='Brahma, the Creator'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-5115002202105496738</id><published>2007-07-10T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-enquiry'/><title type='text'>The Charm of Self-realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A Swiss lady: Does Self-realisation imply occult powers  
also?  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='big'&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; The Self is the most intimate and eternal Being  
whereas the &lt;i&gt;siddhis&lt;/i&gt; are foreign. The latter requires effort to  
acquire while the former does not.  
&lt;br/&gt;The powers are sought by the mind which must be  
kept alert, whereas the Self is realised when the mind is  
destroyed. These powers may be sought and gained even after  
Self-realisation. But then they are used for a definite purpose,  
i.e. the benefit of others as in the case of Chudala.  
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;KING SIKIDVAJA AND Queen Chudala ruled the kingdom  
of Malava. Chudala regularly practised meditation in the silent  
hours. In due course she realised the Absolute Truth and her  
face shone brightly and became much more beautiful than  
before. The king observing this asked her the reason. The queen  
replied that it was due to her realisation of Truth. The king  
laughed at her, thinking that realisation was possible only  
through severe austerities and could never be gained while living  
in a palace. He wanted to leave the kingdom and practise &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;  
in the forest so that he could gain Realisation. The queen tried  
to dissuade him and suggested that he could carry on the &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;  
in the palace itself and rule the kingdom as well. Refusing to act  
on her advice, he went to the forest and performed hard penance.  
The queen was ruling the kingdom in the king’s absence. 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      The queen taking pity on her husband and anxious to  
rescue him from the mire of delusion, practised &lt;i&gt;siddhis&lt;/i&gt; and  
took the guise of one Kumbha &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; and stood in front of him,  
but a few feet above the ground! The king, thinking that some  
celestial being had descended from the heavens to bless him,  
fell at his feet, told him his woes and sought guidance. The  
&lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; taught the king as follows: “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karmas&lt;/i&gt; can give fruit as  
ordained by the Lord but &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;s in themselves cannot grant  
you salvation. By doing disinterested actions, one’s mind can  
become pure. With a pure mind one should contemplate on  
the Self. This would destroy the &lt;i&gt;vasana&lt;/i&gt;s. Then one should  
approach a master and through his grace learn how to enquire  
into the nature of the Self. Liberation is possible only through  
enquiry and not by performing any amount of &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;. By  
renouncing everything one would realise the Truth&lt;/span&gt;.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The king said that he had renounced everything, including  
his kingdom and family. Kumbha &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; told him that his  
renunciation was only external and the seeds of attachment  
were still in him. The king then took out his walking staff,  
kamandalu, &lt;i&gt;rudraksha&lt;/i&gt;s and clothes and threw them all into the  
fire and stood without any possession. Still, on being told that  
he had not renounced completely, the king was ready to drop  
his last possession, the body, by jumping from the top of the  
mountain. The &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; asked him, “What harm has the body  
done to deserve the punishment?” Thereby the &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; taught  
him that he would not realise the Truth by destroying the body,  
but only by destroying the mind which was the source of all  
attachment. The mind identifies itself as ‘I’ and this was bondage.  
The snapping of this identity was renunciation of everything.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then the &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; described in detail the &lt;i&gt;sadhana&lt;/i&gt; of discrimination.  
Thus the king’s doubts were dispelled and his mind became  
pure. The king enquired into the source of Self and soon became  
one with it and remained in blissful &lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt;. Kumbha &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; 
disappeared and returned after some time. The king was still in  
&lt;i&gt;samadhi&lt;/i&gt;. Chudala roared like a lion to wake him up, but could  
not. Then taking a subtle form she entered into the king’s heart  
and found it pure and devoid of any latent tendencies. Then in  
a melodious voice she chanted the &lt;i&gt;Sama Veda&lt;/i&gt; and like the  
blossoming of a lotus, the king became aware of the world. The  
king filled with joy, remained silent not knowing how to express  
his gratitude. Then as advised by the queen, he returned with  
her to the kingdom. Thus established in Truth he ruled the  
kingdom and lived happily with the queen for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-5115002202105496738?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5115002202105496738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=5115002202105496738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5115002202105496738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/5115002202105496738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/charm-of-self-realisation.html' title='The Charm of Self-realisation'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-2516121987911758054</id><published>2007-07-10T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Alms for a King                    </title><content type='html'>IN &lt;i&gt;VASISHTAM&lt;/i&gt;, THERE is a story about Bhagiratha, before  
he brought the Ganges down to the earth. He was an emperor  
but the empire seemed to him a great burden because of  
&lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;jignasa (Self-enquiry). In accordance with the advice of  
his &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt; and on the pretext of a &lt;i&gt;Yagna&lt;/i&gt; (sacrifice), he gave away  
all his wealth and other possessions. No one would, however  
take the empire. So he invited the neighbouring king who was  
an enemy and who was waiting for a suitable opportunity and  
gifted away the empire to him. The only thing that remained to  
be done was leaving the country. He left at midnight in disguise,  
lay in hiding during day time in other countries so as not to be  
recognised and went about begging at night.  
&lt;br/&gt;Ultimately he felt confident that his mind had matured  
sufficiently to be free from egoism. Then he decided to go to  
his native place and there went out begging in all the streets. As  
he was not recognised by anyone, he went one day to the palace  
itself. The watchman recognised him, made obeisance and  
informed the king about it, shivering with fear. The king came  
in a great hurry and requested him (Bhagiratha) to accept the  
kingdom back, but Bhagiratha did not agree. “Will you give  
me alms or not?”, he asked. As there was no other alternative,  
they gave him alms and he went away highly pleased.  
&lt;br/&gt;Subsequently he became the king of some other country  
for some reason and when the king of his own country passed  
away, he ruled that country also at the special request of the  
people. That story is given in detail in &lt;i&gt;Vasishtam&lt;/i&gt;. The kingdom  
which earlier appeared to him to be a burden did not trouble  
him in the least after he attained &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-2516121987911758054?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2516121987911758054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=2516121987911758054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2516121987911758054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/2516121987911758054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/alms-for-king.html' title='Alms for a King                    '/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-6906674977910142102</id><published>2007-07-10T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>Universal Equality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; In the course of a conversation about Sri Bhagavan’s  
life in Madurai, Sri Bhagavan recalled, “If my aunt began  
preparing &lt;i&gt;appalams&lt;/i&gt;, or the like, she would call me and ask  
me to put my hand on it first. She had great faith in me,  
because I used to do everything according to her wishes and  
never told lies. I had to tell only one lie and that was when I  
came here.”  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A devotee then said, “It means that for doing a great  
thing, sometimes a lie has to be told!”  
Sri Bhagavan replied, “Yes. When it is for the welfare  
of the world and when the situation demands it, it has to be  
done. It cannot be helped. Where is the question of telling a  
lie? Some force makes one say so. So long as there is purpose  
there is need of action. When there is no purpose, we can  
avoid action in the same way as was done by the sage in the  
story of the sage and the hunter in Yoga &lt;i&gt;Vasishtam&lt;/i&gt;.”  
&lt;br/&gt;Full of curiosity the devotee asked, “What is that  
story?”  
&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;IN A FOREST, a sage sat motionless and in silence. His eyes  
however were open. A hunter hit a deer and as it was running  
away, he began pursuing it. When he saw the sage he stopped.  
The deer had run in front of the sage and hidden itself in a  
bush nearby. The hunter could not see it and so asked the sage  
“&lt;i&gt;Swami&lt;/i&gt;, my deer has come running this way. Please tell me  
where exactly it has gone.” The sage said he did not know.  
The hunter said, “It ran in front of you. Your eyes were open. 
How could you say you do not know?”, to which the sage  
replied, “Oh my friend! We are in the forest with universal  
equality. We do not have &lt;i&gt;ahankara&lt;/i&gt;. Unless you have &lt;i&gt;ahankara&lt;/i&gt;,  
you cannot do things in this world. That &lt;i&gt;ahankara&lt;/i&gt; is the mind.  
That mind does all things. It also makes all the sense organs  
work. We certainly have no mind; it disappeared long ago.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We do not have the three states – the states of waking, dream  
and deep sleep. We are always in the fourth or &lt;i&gt;turiya&lt;/i&gt; state. In  
that state nothing is seen by us. That being so, what can we  
say about your deer?” Unable to understand what the sage was  
saying, the hunter went his way thinking they were all the  
words of a mad man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-6906674977910142102?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6906674977910142102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=6906674977910142102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6906674977910142102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/6906674977910142102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/universal-equality.html' title='Universal Equality'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3196592720144250443</id><published>2007-07-10T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><title type='text'>One Pointedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='font: italic 14pt/22pt georgia; border: solid 1px #EED; background-color: #FFFEEE; font-size: 14pt; color: black; padding: 5px;'&gt; A visitor wrote some questions in Tamil and presented  
them to Bhagavan. Bhagavan said, “He wants to know how  
to turn the mind from sense enjoyments and realise that bliss  
which is said to be so much above sense enjoyments. There is  
only one way – making the mind merge in That which is  
above sense enjoyments. As you concentrate on that, the sense  
attractions will fall of their own accord. Again he asked,  
‘When can I attain that bliss?’ We are daily enjoying that  
bliss in sleep. We have not to attain bliss. We are bliss itself.  
Bliss is another name for us. It is our nature. Merging of the  
mind alone is necessary.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a pause Bhagavan added, “The story of Indra  
and Ahalya in &lt;i&gt;Yoga Vasishta&lt;/i&gt; clearly illustrates how, by the  
force of the mind being merged in the one Reality, all other  
things will cease to affect one.”  
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AHALYA, THE WIFE of a king, falls in love with a rake called  
Indra. The matter reaches the king’s ears and attains the  
magnitude of a great public scandal. The king then orders the  
couple to be put through various cruel tortures. But neither of  
them is affected by the tortures. Their faces do not even show a  
twitch of pain but are blissfully smiling at each other. The king,  
baffled by all this, asks them what the secret of their strength  
and resistance is. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They say, “What! Don’t you know? We are  
looking at each other, and so engrossed are we with each other,  
that our minds has no room for any other thoughts. So far as  
we are concerned, we two alone exist, each for the other, and  
nothing else exists. How then can we be affected by other  
things?” Such is the power of the merged mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147784512382316481-3196592720144250443?l=spiritual-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3196592720144250443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2147784512382316481&amp;postID=3196592720144250443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3196592720144250443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2147784512382316481/posts/default/3196592720144250443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritual-stories.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-pointedness.html' title='One Pointedness'/><author><name>annamalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700796914802815318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147784512382316481.post-3983192695148942989</id><published>2007-07-10T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:24.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rama'/><title type='text'>The Siddhas’ Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/hg_krishnan/Rama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/hg_krishnan/Rama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;IN THE &lt;i&gt;VASISHTAM&lt;/i&gt; it is stated that &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;, after his return  
from a pilgrimage, found that the whole world was full of  
misery and that bearing the body was itself a cause of misery.  
He, therefore left everything, even things like eating and  
drinking, and remained motionless. When Viswamitra asked  
Dasaratha to send &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; to guard his oblations ceremony  
(&lt;i&gt;yagna&lt;/i&gt;), Dasaratha said that &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; was like a mad man and  
described some of the signs of his madness. On hearing them,  
Viswamitra said that he was very pleased to hear of those  
symptoms, that such madness did not come to many people  
and that he would like to see him and asked for him to be  
brought. &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; accordingly came, prostrated before all those  
present and sat down.  
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Viswamitra saw him and asked him the cause of his  
madness, and addressing Vasishta, said, “Please teach &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;  
the knowledge of the Self, the knowledge which &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; taught  
you and me.” Vasishta agreed to do so. While he was teaching,  
&lt;i&gt;siddhas&lt;/i&gt; from all over came to listen to him and they thought  
to themselves, “&lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; has gained so much knowledge at such  
a young age. How surprising! How great! What is the use of  
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&lt;table border='1'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Adi Saiva&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who bears the marks of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Adhyatma vidya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Knowledge of the &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt;n (Self).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Advaita &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Non-duality. The doctrine that nothing exists apart from  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; the Self, but everything is a form assumed by the Self.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Agamic &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Relating to the &lt;i&gt;Agamas&lt;/i&gt;, one of the Hindu scriptures.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Aham &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; I, embodied Self.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; A&lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ignorance.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; A&lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who has not realised the Self.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Akasvani &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Voice coming from the sky.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Amba &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An intimate name for the Divine Mother or a Goddess.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Amrita &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Immortal.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Artha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Pertaining to material plane.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ashram &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Hermitage, establishment that grows up around a sage  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; or &lt;i&gt;guru&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Spirit of Self.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Avadhuta &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An ascetic who has given up everything.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Avatar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Incarnation, descent of God in a worldly form,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; divine manifestation.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;B &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Bhagavan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The term ‘Bhagavan’ is used for those few supreme sages  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; who are recognised as being completely one with God.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; In the Hindu Trinity, the god of creation.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;chari &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A celibate.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; Jnana &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Knowledge (Realization of &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;n).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;n &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Supreme Being, the Absolute.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;puri &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Heart, abode of &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; Vidya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The knowledge of &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;n.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Brahmin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Hindus were divided traditionally into four  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; castes, of whom the &lt;i&gt;brahmin&lt;/i&gt;s were the highest being  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; devoted to a life of spirituality and study.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Bhajan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Singing of God’s praises, especially in chorus.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Bhakta &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Devotee, one who approaches God through love and  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; devotion.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Bhakti &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Devotion to a personal God. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Chakra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A &lt;i&gt;Yogic&lt;/i&gt; centre in the body.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Chinmudra&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A hand-pose indicating illumination.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Chitakash &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The space in the heart, &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;n.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;D &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Darsan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Lit: ‘sight’, seeing a holy man.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dasi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Courtesan.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Devas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Celestial beings.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Devi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Divine Mother or a Goddess.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dharma &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Harmony, harmonious life or action. Also a man’s role  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; in life, since what is harmonious conduct for one may  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; not be so for another.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dhyana &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Meditation, contemplation.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dikshitar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A priest.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;G &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The eldest son of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, whose head is that of an elephant.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Gandharvas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Semi divine beings expert in dance and singing.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ganesh  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; (Ganesa) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Ganapathi&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Gayathri &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A well-known &lt;i&gt;Vedic&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Gowri (Gouri) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt;, the wife of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Guru &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Spiritual guide or master.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Hara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Harikatha&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A religious discourse interspersed with devotional  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; songs.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt; (Isvara) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Personal God, the Supreme Being in His aspect of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; the Lord of the World. An intimate reference to God.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Jagrat &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Waking state.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Japa&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Repetition of a sacred word, syllable or name of God.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Jivanmukti &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Liberated while one is alive. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 133  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Jnani&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who is the repository of &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;, (knowledge), A  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Self-realised sage.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Kailas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A mountain in the Himalayas reputed to be the abode  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Kalpa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The end of a period in time.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Karma &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Action, deeds. The destiny that a person makes for  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; himself by the law of cause and effect.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Karnam&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who keeps accounts on landed property.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Kolaru &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;: A hymn in praise of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; explaining that the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; planets are powerless and can do no harm to the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; devotee if only the Lord condescends to bless him.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Kowpeenam  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; (Kaupeenam) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Loin cloth.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A symbol representing &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; or the Absolute. Lit: ‘that  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; in which all beings are absorbed.’  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mahadeva &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Maharshi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Great Seer, Great &lt;i&gt;Rishi&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mahatma &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Enlightened person.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mahendra&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Maheswara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mantra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sacred syllables, through repetition of which one  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; attains perfection.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Marga &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mode of approach in the spiritual quest.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mauna (Mouna) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Silence.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Maya&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Illusion; the power inherent in &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt;n by which it  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; manifests the world.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Moksha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Liberation, spiritual freedom.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mount Meru &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The mountain which, in Hindu mythology is the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; spiritual centre of the universe.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mutt&lt;/i&gt; (Math) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A monastery where mendicants live  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;N &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Nayana diksha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Initiation by sight. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;P &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parameswara&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name for &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parvati&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; In Hindu mythology the consort of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Prakriti &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Nature, &lt;i&gt;Maya&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Pranayama &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Regulation or control of breath.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Prarabdha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The part of one’s &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt; which is to be worked out in  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; this life.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Periapuranam&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An ancient Tamil work depicting the lives of 63 &lt;i&gt;Saivite&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Saints.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An incarnation of &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;yana &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An Indian epic depicting the life of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Rati &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; In Hindu Mythology the wife of Cupid.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rishi&lt;/i&gt; (Rshi) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sage, Seer.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Rudraksha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Lit. &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;’s eyes. Beads used for &lt;i&gt;Japa&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sadhaka &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A spiritual aspirant, a seeker.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sadhana &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Method of spiritual practice.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sadhu&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ascetic. One who has renounced home.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Saivite&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Worshipper of Lord &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Samadhi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Absorption in the Spirit or Self, with or without trance  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; and suspension of the human faculties.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sama Veda&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One of the &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sambhu &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A name of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; as the bounteous.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sannyasa&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Asceticism, the fourth stage of life.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sannyasi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; An ascetic, one who has renounced home, property,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; caste and all attachments in the spiritual quest.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sastra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Any branch of knowledge or science.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sati&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Self-immolation by a wife on the funeral-pyre of her  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; husband.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Siddha&lt;/i&gt; Purusha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A sage possessing supernatural powers.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Siddhi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Supernatural power, attainment.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sita &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; In Hindu Mythology the wife of &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Lord of the Universe, in the Hindu Trinity, the god of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; destruction.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; Bhakti  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Vilasam &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Collection of stories on &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt;m &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The symbol of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt; which is an object of worship. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 135  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Srutis&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Scriptural texts passed on by the verbal medium.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Subrahmanya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; In Hindu Mythology the second son of &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sushupti &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dreamless sleep.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Swapna &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dream.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Swarupa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Nature, real form, self.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tapas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Penance or austerities.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tapasvini &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A female who performs &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tapasaya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Intense Spiritual discipline.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tapo Brashta &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who has fallen from his &lt;i&gt;tapas&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tirtha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sacred water.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Turiya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Fourth state beyond waking, dreaming and  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; sleeping.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Upadesa&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Spiritual instruction.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;V &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Van Thondan&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The name for Sundaramurthy Nayanar, one of the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; four principal &lt;i&gt;Saivite&lt;/i&gt; saints.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Vasanas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Latencies or tendencies inherent in man.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vedas&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The earliest Hindu scriptures, revealed to the ancient  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rishi&lt;/i&gt;s.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Venba &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; A type of verse in Tamil.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Vichara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Enquiry.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Vichara Marga &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The spiritual path of enquiry.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vishnu&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Supreme Lord. In the Hindu Trinity, the god of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; preservation.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2'&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Y &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Yoga &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Lit. Union (with the Supreme Being).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yagna&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ritualistic sacrifice.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Yogi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; One who follows or has mastered the path of Yoga  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; (path of union). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table border='1'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1879 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; December 30, Monday – corresponding to 16, &lt;i&gt;Margali&lt;/i&gt; of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tamil Year Pramadi – Star &lt;i&gt;Punarvasu&lt;/i&gt; – Ardra Darshan  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Day – Born at  1 a.m. at Tiruchuli (‘Sri Sundara Mandiram’).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1891 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Moves to Dindigul, after completing elementary  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; education at Tiruchuli.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1892 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; February 18: Death of father, Sundaram Iyer. Moves to  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Madurai. Studies at Scott’s Middle School and American  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mission High School.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1895 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; November: Hears of ‘Arunachala’ mentioned to him by  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; an elderly relative.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1896 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; (about middle of July): ‘Death Experience’ at Madurai  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; ending in complete and permanent Realisation of the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Self (‘Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;na Mandiram’).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; August 29, Saturday: Leaves Madurai for Arunachala.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; September 1 – Tuesday: Arrives in Arunachala – Stays in  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; the Temple premises within the Thousand-pillared Hall,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; beneath the &lt;i&gt;Illupai&lt;/i&gt; Tree, in Pathala &lt;i&gt;Linga&lt;/i&gt; (underground  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; cellar), sometimes in the Gopuram.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1897 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Moves to Gurumurtam in the outskirts of the town (early  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; in the year).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Stays in the shrine and the adjoining Mango grove.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1898 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; May: Uncle Nelliappa Iyer visits Bhagavan at Mango  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; grove.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; September: Moves to Pavalakkunru.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; December: Mother Alagammal visits Bhagavan at  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Pavalakkunru.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1899 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; February: Moves to the Hill, Arunachala. Stays in various  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; caves up the Hill, but mostly in Virupaksha Cave, using  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mango Tree Cave as summer residence. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1900 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Replies to questions put by Gambiram Seshayya, at  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Virupaksha Cave.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1902 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; (The above published as Self-enquiry)  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1902 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Answers to questions asked by &lt;i&gt;Siva&lt;/i&gt;pr&lt;i&gt;akasa&lt;/i&gt;m Pillai  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; (Who am I?)  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1905 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Moves to Pachaiamman Koil for six months during the  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; plague epidemic – returns to the Hill.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1907 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; November 18: Momentous meeting between Bhagavan  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; and Kavyakanta Ganapati &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;. Bhagavan imparts  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;upadesa&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1908 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; (January to March): Stays at Pachaiamman Koil (with  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ganapati &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt; and others) and again goes back to  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Virupaksha Cave.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Translates into Tamil prose Adi Sankara’s Viveka  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Chudamanai and Drik Drisya Viveka.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1911 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; November: F.H. Humphreys, the first Westerner, meets  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Bhagavan.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1912 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Second death experience at Tortoise Rock in the presence  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; of Vasudeva Sastry and others.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1914 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Offers prayers (songs) to Arunachala for Mother’s recovery  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; from illness.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1915 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The &lt;i&gt;Song of the Pappadum&lt;/i&gt; written for the sake of mother.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The following were also written during Virupaksha days:  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Arunachala Aksharamanamalai, Arunachala &lt;i&gt;Padikam&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Arunachala &lt;i&gt;Ashta&lt;/i&gt;kam, Translation of &lt;i&gt;Devi Kalottara&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Translation of Adi Sankara’s &lt;i&gt;Hymn to Dakshinamurti&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Guru Stuti&lt;/i&gt; and Hastamalaka Stotra.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1916 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Moves to Skandashram.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1917 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Composes &lt;i&gt;Arunachala Pancharatnam&lt;/i&gt; in Sanskrit.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mother settles at Skandashram. Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;na Gita in  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sanskrit written by Ganapati &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1922 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; May 19, Friday: Mother’s Maha Samadhi.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Middle of December: Moves to the present site of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Sri &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;nasramam.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1927 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Composes &lt;i&gt;Upadesa&lt;/i&gt; Sara in Tamil, Telugu, Sanskrit and  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Malayalam.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; April 24: Composes &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; Vidya (Self Knowledge).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1928 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Composes &lt;i&gt;Ulladu Narpadu&lt;/i&gt; (Forty Verses on Reality) in  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Tamil and Malayalam (&lt;i&gt;Sat Darshanam&lt;/i&gt;).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1930 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sat Darshanam&lt;/i&gt; in Sanskrit (translated from Tamil by  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Ganapati &lt;i&gt;Muni&lt;/i&gt;).  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1933 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Translated into Tamil the Agama: Sarvajnanotharam –  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; Sakshatkara.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1939 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; September 1, Thursday: Foundation laid by Bhagavan  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; for the Matrubhuteswara Temple.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1940 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Selects 42 verses from The &lt;i&gt;Bhagavad Gita&lt;/i&gt; (now entitled  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Song Celestial) and translates them into Tamil and  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Malayalam.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1947 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; February: Composes &lt;i&gt;Ekatma Panchakam&lt;/i&gt; (Five Verses on  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; the Self) in Telugu and Tamil.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1948 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; June 18: Cow Lakhsmi attains &lt;i&gt;Nirvana&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Translates into Tamil &lt;i&gt;Atma&lt;/i&gt; Bodha of Adi Sankara.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1949 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; March 17, Thursday – &lt;i&gt;Kumb&lt;i&gt;abhishekam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Matrubhuteswara Temple in the presence of Bhagavan.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1950 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; April 14, Friday: &lt;i&gt;Brahma&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nirvana&lt;/i&gt; of Bhagavan at 8-47  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; p.m. At that moment a shooting star, vividly luminous,  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; coming from the South (the present &lt;i&gt;Nirvana&lt;/i&gt; Room) and  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; moving slowly northward across the sky and disappearing  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; behind the peak of Arunachala was observed by many in  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; various parts of India.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;  
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&lt;p style='text-align:center;'&gt;Sri Ramanarpanamasthu&lt;/p&gt; 
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