Our Divine Bambino Boy

SARMATIAN DE CASPIANYA « BEZZARI – OUR DIVINE BAMBINO BOY »
There are no awards nor rewards in heaven; there are no positions of exaltation. In the sight of
God all are equal, irrespective as to what their walks on earth may have been. The Apostolic
See is no more than the sore-laden Lazarus, if anything, he may have to exchange seats with
the ‘rich man' in the parable of the Saviour. A Czar may have to exchange places with a
Siberian unfortunate, or an Emperor become a fugitive. The farther we get away from God and
His Divine Will and designs, the more lines of demarcation are drawn in a Commonwealth, and
the greater are the distinctions and classifications in society. True, all positions in society are, at
least, a necessity because made so by wilfulness. In the face of all these varied social
complications, there are but two ways whereby a change may be attained: To society – war; to
the individual – death."
"And then what?" we asked. "Wander in a weary abyss of uncertainties throughout eternity, or
perchance, return to earth again? Why not live for centuries, and thus limit the number of
incarnations?"
Bambino answered: "There is greater joy in being fondled as a babe in mother's arms, than to
be the old man to whom the bowl of broth is begrudged by his own family whom he reared with
care. Better to be rocked in a cradle than wheeled in an invalid chair."
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XVII.
ALTHOUGH the days were growing unbearable from the heat, Bambino never complained. In
fact, he was not sensitive to heat or cold, rain or shine, thirst or hunger. Perhaps he did not
know what it was to offer complaints. Under the most strenuous difficulties, he remained sweet
and proved equal to every occasion, not only ready with wise counsel, but with immediate action
that would turn the undesirable into channels of miraculous relief. He had the understanding and
power to nurse belief in miracles and wonders although he himself called it "the mobile laws"
used to advantage.
Each day brought new surprises, and with it grew our confidence that Bambino was about ripe
to prepare himself for his Life's Work. His affection grew into adoration, almost into worship, until
the first and last thought was for us and our happiness.
"To live for each other is the end of all endeavour," he said one morning, after finishing a
composition of two hundred foolscap pages on: "The Divine in Man," or, "The Links of
Incarnation."
He placed it before us for our criticism, and after many pats and kisses he retired to his room. to
play on his violin. When finished he entered the salon to play his favourite on the grand piano_
XVIII.
CONSCIOUS of the effect of this song upon us, he improvised and ended up with the
"Rhapsodies." We thought he would break the key-board, the way he thundered out the
fantastic measures. An audience would have gone wild over it. Artists would have congratulated
and carried him in their arms. To us it was startling beyond measure. We feared intrusion;
already the virtuosos above us had sent invitations and begged his assistance at the symphony.
Of course, he declined with the courtesy of a well-trained diplomat, taking care never to
implicate us in any way. One exhibition would have sufficed him to win fame in the whole
musical world and gain favour of all critics.
When he struck the last note, he turned towards us, sweeping with one hand the mass of hair
screening his face, while the other hand still rested on the last chord. He looked absolutely
.L C H O E .
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