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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| It was the month of Magh, mid-winter, with biting cold. At early dawn I was walking barefoot with Mother on the grassy fields of Ramna, wet with dew. From a distance I noticed a group of ladies coming towards us. I thought , as soon as they arrived, they would take Mother to the ashram. As these thoughts were passing through my mind, the whole field was covered over with a very thick fog and the ladies could not be seen. After some three hours when we returned to the ashram, we heard that the party of ladies got tired trying to find us and when Mother was informed about my thoughts, she said,” Your strong desire was fulfilled.” Once Mother was suffering much from cold and cough. Finding her very unwell, I prayed to her with a tremulous voice of entreaty, “ Mother, may you be soon restored to health.!” She gazed at me and said with a laugh---“From tomorrow I shall be all right, my child.” And so it came to be. One morning I found that Mother had fever. I came back to my house and prayed at night fervently that Her fever might pass into my body. Towards morning I had fever and headache. When I went to Mother in the morning, as usual, she said at once, “I am all right, but you have fever. Go back to your house, have bath and take your usual food.” I did so and was all right by the afternoon. Mother always says---“By force of pure , concentrated thought everything becomes possible.” A book named Sadhu Jivani [ Lives of Saints] got into my hands. There appeared this line ,---He [a sadhu] used to advise his devotees always to give good food to the poor.” I wrote the following note on the margin: Giving food only dose not satisfy a human soul.” This book was taken to Mother at Shah-bag and one of Her devotees read out my remark. Mother said nothing. After a few days I went to Shah-bag quite early in the morning. Just then a man tike one in a fit of insanity, came and said, “Give me some food or I die with hunger.” Mother searched the kitchen store and gave to the man what She could collect at the time. He wanted water to drink and Mother directed me to give him some; when I came to know that the man was a Muslim, had fasted for three days and had come into the ashram scaling over the enclosure, Mother said to me that he had come there to teach me the efficacy of giving food and drink to one who needs it. Everything has its proper place and time. Nothing is lost in the divine economy of the world. One day I said to Mother,—”Ma, all these days the mantric sounds arise in me in a continuous stream. In the daytime as well as at dead of night the flow of the sound -naturally wells out of my heart, like the gushing jets of a fountain.” When I said it, some slight tinge of personal satisfaction lurked in the inmost recess of my heart. Mother gazed at me and said nothing. When I reached home, the sound ceased and in spite of my best efforts, I could not revive it. The day passed and night wore on, but the joyful stream of mantric melody could not be restored. Next morning I requested Bhupen to inform Mother about my sad plight. Bhupen met Mother on the way while She was proceeding to a devotee’s house in a carriage. She began to laugh. It was 10 A.M. Just at that moment I found that the choked-up stream began to flow with its former ease. I came to know from Bhupen afterwards at what time he had met Mother. In this connection Mother was heard to observe that in spiritual matters, even the slightest tinge of I-ness retards one’s progress. I give below another instance of the promptness with which Mother’s benign influence helps the growth of our inner life. It is a pity that we fail to recognise its value and do not utilise it for our spiritual up-lift. After the first enthusiasm is over, we relapse into our former condition. |
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