Imagine a rat. Scurrying through holes, trying to find food in an empty desert. It sees what looks like a dead animal, it goes to examine the carcass, hoping the meal for the day is served, an easy find.
It jumps on top of this carcass and sniffs around. Whaaam! A huge mouth opens up and bites down the rats body. Two dart like teeth pierce down the rats flesh, and the rat is temporarily incapacitated, alive yet in pain, being swallowed by a snake it mistook for its meal. The rat has now become a meal for the snake.
The rats story doesnt end here. For a vaidika this is not the end of the story. The story proceeds. Since maybe this vaidika was a rat in one janma. His sukshma shareera continues its journey, through janma after janma , as a lion, a horse, a deer, a worm, a tortoise, a cow, a few human birth, lots of punya as well as paapa in each human birth, a journey into higher lokas, end of punya gained in the higher lokas, a descend back to bhuloka as a human, a few adharmic actions, up and down, up and down, anantakoti janmanaam bija bhoota avidya.
The previous janma by some unseen punya was a vaidika in the hinterlands of Kerala.Born to a brahmin family this kid learns the vedas from the great pandits. Finds himself in an oasis of knowledge and for the first instance in his journey , hears the word Moksha.
At that point in time, it does not strike unto him how significant a word it would be, but something deep within stirs his heart. A flurry of hope opens up, like a wearylost traveller of many ages looks upon a little house with a small lantern, hoping for rest.
This vaidika lives his life in comfort , coming from a wealthy family, he brings up his own family. In his haughtiness he loses track of the magic word he had heard as a child in the gurukula. A steady job in the Kings court brings him respect , wealth and pleasure. Until old age and sickness dawns. The fickle ephemeral nature of life strikes him again, he remembers the words brahma satyam , jagath mithya, not quite aware of its meaning. He yearns again, for a chance to repent a chance to finally discover that which he has always been wanting and never been able to find. A deep yearning, perhaps of the deepest kind , deeper than any desire he has ever had or enjoyed, ever since he was a rat , maybe even earlier, since beginingless time.
As his family burns his body , with chants of Ram Nam Satya hai, the jiva is reborn, this time in modern day New Jersey, the son of a software entrepreneur,
Never in his life would he have had a chance to get back to the sound of the vedas, all his life is a futile search as a graduate student, as the owner of his dads business, as a philanthropist, a search that finally leads him to AIM for SEVA, a small organisation that serves schools and homes for tribal children in a corner of India. The elderly gentleman dresses himself up for a visit to the ashram, where he makes a decent sum of donation, completely unware what to expect, other than to enjoy the unique culture of india that he finds so fascinating.A bearded old man dressed in saffron robes, goes by the name of swami dayananda saraswati, he is the founder of AIM for SEVA. This unique swami , gives a speech, the speech is on the topic of bhagavath geeta an ancient indian text.
He listens to those sounds of the room full of students , chanting the shloka,
na jāyate mriyate vā kadācin, nāyam bhūtvā bhavitā vā na bhūyah
ajo nityah śāśvato 'yam purāno, na hanyate hanyamāne śarīre
The swami goes on explaining this shloka for the next one hour, the gentleman is transfixed.
All his life he has heard a lot of sweet words, bu none sweeter than what he has just heard in the most unlikeliest of places on earth.
He finds he has nowhere else to go, nowhere to turn to, the words seem to make compelte sense, there is something about these words, something he has always wanted to hear.
This is the rise of the sishya, he has finally witnessed the living miracle, the Guru. Remover of avidya.
Samsara beeja nivrutyartam.
This is why the guru is a living miracle, a vedantic guru he is.
A culmination of your own prarabdha.
The one desirer across ananta koti janma, is now witnessing the living miracle, who is the end of his desires.
Now who else deserves greater praise?
It jumps on top of this carcass and sniffs around. Whaaam! A huge mouth opens up and bites down the rats body. Two dart like teeth pierce down the rats flesh, and the rat is temporarily incapacitated, alive yet in pain, being swallowed by a snake it mistook for its meal. The rat has now become a meal for the snake.
The rats story doesnt end here. For a vaidika this is not the end of the story. The story proceeds. Since maybe this vaidika was a rat in one janma. His sukshma shareera continues its journey, through janma after janma , as a lion, a horse, a deer, a worm, a tortoise, a cow, a few human birth, lots of punya as well as paapa in each human birth, a journey into higher lokas, end of punya gained in the higher lokas, a descend back to bhuloka as a human, a few adharmic actions, up and down, up and down, anantakoti janmanaam bija bhoota avidya.
The previous janma by some unseen punya was a vaidika in the hinterlands of Kerala.Born to a brahmin family this kid learns the vedas from the great pandits. Finds himself in an oasis of knowledge and for the first instance in his journey , hears the word Moksha.
At that point in time, it does not strike unto him how significant a word it would be, but something deep within stirs his heart. A flurry of hope opens up, like a wearylost traveller of many ages looks upon a little house with a small lantern, hoping for rest.
This vaidika lives his life in comfort , coming from a wealthy family, he brings up his own family. In his haughtiness he loses track of the magic word he had heard as a child in the gurukula. A steady job in the Kings court brings him respect , wealth and pleasure. Until old age and sickness dawns. The fickle ephemeral nature of life strikes him again, he remembers the words brahma satyam , jagath mithya, not quite aware of its meaning. He yearns again, for a chance to repent a chance to finally discover that which he has always been wanting and never been able to find. A deep yearning, perhaps of the deepest kind , deeper than any desire he has ever had or enjoyed, ever since he was a rat , maybe even earlier, since beginingless time.
As his family burns his body , with chants of Ram Nam Satya hai, the jiva is reborn, this time in modern day New Jersey, the son of a software entrepreneur,
Never in his life would he have had a chance to get back to the sound of the vedas, all his life is a futile search as a graduate student, as the owner of his dads business, as a philanthropist, a search that finally leads him to AIM for SEVA, a small organisation that serves schools and homes for tribal children in a corner of India. The elderly gentleman dresses himself up for a visit to the ashram, where he makes a decent sum of donation, completely unware what to expect, other than to enjoy the unique culture of india that he finds so fascinating.A bearded old man dressed in saffron robes, goes by the name of swami dayananda saraswati, he is the founder of AIM for SEVA. This unique swami , gives a speech, the speech is on the topic of bhagavath geeta an ancient indian text.
He listens to those sounds of the room full of students , chanting the shloka,
na jāyate mriyate vā kadācin, nāyam bhūtvā bhavitā vā na bhūyah
ajo nityah śāśvato 'yam purāno, na hanyate hanyamāne śarīre
The swami goes on explaining this shloka for the next one hour, the gentleman is transfixed.
All his life he has heard a lot of sweet words, bu none sweeter than what he has just heard in the most unlikeliest of places on earth.
He finds he has nowhere else to go, nowhere to turn to, the words seem to make compelte sense, there is something about these words, something he has always wanted to hear.
This is the rise of the sishya, he has finally witnessed the living miracle, the Guru. Remover of avidya.
Samsara beeja nivrutyartam.
This is why the guru is a living miracle, a vedantic guru he is.
A culmination of your own prarabdha.
The one desirer across ananta koti janma, is now witnessing the living miracle, who is the end of his desires.
Now who else deserves greater praise?
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