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pathy and charity make us feel like we are compassionate people who just live in an “unjust” world. However, is the homeless man helped by our sigh of disdain? Does the coin we hand him really make a difference? Are we really being compassionate, or are we just soothing our own consciences? How much more difficult it is to really stop, take a moment out of our hectic lives and see what is needed. Yet, how much more divine that is. There are always places to be and things to do. If we wait until we are “free” in order to take care of others, the time will never come. Real divinity, real selflessness is giving when it is not necessarily convenient to give. It is giving according to the others’ needs, not according to our own agenda and convenience. The wealthy woman probably had some place else to be on that cold day in New York City. She could have easily walked by the boy, thinking to herself, “Our government really needs to do something about homelessness;” she could have looked the other way and continued on with her errands. But she didn’t. That is what makes her special. We tend to give decadently to ourselves and to our own families. We will pile gifts under Christmas trees until there is no room left. We will shower each other with new clothes, toys, and other merchandise on birthdays and anniversaries. No problem. We love each other and so we give gifts. This is fine. However, let us also remember, though, to extend that compassion and that love to others who really need it. Let us vow never to turn a blind eye on someone in need. Let us vow to use what God has given us to really serve His children. Let us live our lives as though we, too, are “God’s wife.” DROPS DROPS OF OF NECT NECTAR NECT AR 184 DROPS DROPS OF OF NECT NECTAR NECT AR 185
SACRED DROPS OF BLOOD There was once a very great sanyasi; he possessed the ability to transform people by his mere words. The sound of his voice carried listeners into the stillest, most peaceful meditation. But, he wanted to do more for the world. His vision was to help all of humanity, to be of service to all those he met, to heal the world on a massive scale. He prayed to God to give him the ability to save people’s lives. “You cannot save everyone; you can not be of service to everyone. Just keep speaking, keep chanting, keep writing, keep praying. In this way you will really heal,” God said to him. But the saint was not persuaded. “Please, God, let me be of service – of direct service – to all. Let me save people’s lives.” The sanyasi had performed so much tapasya and was so pure in his desire to help, that God granted him the boon of being able to save the life of anyone who came to him. He had simply to take a drop of his blood and place it on the patient’s upper lip. Any ailment would be cured; any suffering would immediately be alleviated. The saint was exuberant; his dream had been fulfilled. Now he felt that he would really be able to save the world and to cure those who came to him. The first day four people came. For each person, he simply pricked the tip of his finger with a needle and the blood came out. One small drop had such miraculous healing powers. That night, the selfless saint had a beaming smile on his face for those whom he had cured. The next day, forty people came, having heard of his miraculous powers. For each he squeezed a small drop of blood from his finger and blessed them as he placed it on their upper lip. Each was instantly cured. Paralysis, leprosy, depression, anxiety – all disappeared with the simple drop of the sanyasi’s blood. As word spread throughout the land, more and more people flocked to his healing magic. And the sanyasi was in bliss – here he was using his simple Godgiven blood to cure so many. He dispensed these drops freely – with no hesitation, no discrimination, no vacation. “I am in your service…” he would say. Soon, thousands were flooding the simple ashram in which he lived; they were overflowing in the streets. The saint was dispensing the equivalent of cups of blood each day. But, he did not even notice. Such was his dedication and devotion to those whom he was curing. He sat, in meditative bliss, as he squeezed first his fingertip, then the veins in his arm to dispense blood to those in need. It was not long before the sanyasi had to squeeze harder in order to coax the blood from his body. Soon, a mere needle prick was not a large enough opening; he needed small knives to pierce the prominent veins of his forearms and legs. From there, the blood flowed freely again, and all were relieved. However, soon, even those veins were no DROPS DROPS OF OF NECT NECTAR NECT AR 186 DROPS DROPS OF OF NECT NECTAR NECT AR 187
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Swami Chidanand Saraswati,2004, Dro
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Pieces Sent by Others Give, by Kahl
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INTRODUCTION I have been blessed be
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SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 - ITS MEANING, I
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of everything unto Me, you will be
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attaining God realization. As an an
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