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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| This formula was supported by evidences from Ma's life : Bhaiji (the well-known devotee of Ma) asked Ma one day, what miracle would happen if a burning tika (a preparation of coal-powder) was kept on Her feet. A few days later, the Kheyal in Her answered. Ma Herself kept a burning tika on one of Her feet. What happened ? ------- Any miracle ? -------- No. Did Ma meditate to endure that pain ? ------- No. Did Ma apply some yogic process to make the burning flesh senseless ? --------- No. Ma Herself described from the plane of a divine spectator : " I saw that the tika first burned the hair on the spot, then the skin, then some flesh, and after finishing its work it became extinct naturally." Referring to another occasion when one of Ma's feet was severely hurt, one devotee asked Ma, " Did you not feel the pain ?" The answer was, " Yes, but just like your understanding of the pains of some others body." Similar examples are many and Her words are innumerable which suggest that She is a mere spectator of all that happens --------- the physical changes from childhood to old age, the stage of sadhana, the words that are uttered by Her mouth, the way " the Janata-Janardan (God in the form of people) come here for getting service of this body", and the Kheyal working in this world by healing people's internal pangs, inspiring people to a pure life, elevating Yogis to a higher plane, wiping darkness and pessimism from the injured minds, and so on. She is a spectator of the infinite Kheyal's play, not an enjoyer, neither of pleasures nor of sorrows and pain. After discovering this formula, I was trying to trace intellectually the source of this 'Kheyal'. How beautiful are the Kheyal's plays ! .......... After my first darshan of Ma, I read different diaries on Ma. I saw Ma from a distance, whenever I got the opportunity. But I never sought any private interview. The first interview was arranged after 22 years, on 26 February 1960 at Varanasi by the instigation and request of others. My heart laughed merrily when I thought how funny it was that a son needed an interview with his mother and that also through others, when every corner of his mind was known to Her. Didi Gurupriya, according to her routine practice, began to introduce me to Ma. Does anybody knows a son needed an interview with his mother ? So, this funny practice evoked a boundless laughter in me. Before speaking any word, therefore, I laughed for a while merrily, heartily and very loudly. Ma also was laughing spontaneously, perfectly in tune with me. Very soon a doubt came in my mind. Was Her laughter genuinely by feeling my mind ? -------- She stopped laughing immediately and an impenetrable gravity covered Her face. " In the way you play on the instrument, so you can hear", --------- is very often said by Ma. |
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