This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
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DEATH UNFOLDS ITS MYSTERIES<br />
Six months after my son’s death, my mother passed away. She had said she did not want to<br />
live any longer, her heart was broken. On the night of her death, in the Bhajan Hall of the Ashram<br />
during Satsang, I smelt a perfume that evoked memories in me. I searched in my mind, it was<br />
something so sweet, but I could not remember until I heard, “Do you remember the honeysuckle”<br />
and I felt my mother’s presence. <strong>The</strong>n I remembered. Such a long, long ago memory. I was a very<br />
small child, we were walking on a country road. My mother was holding me by the hand when<br />
suddenly she stopped, and plucking some honeysuckle, she smelt it and gave it to me to smell. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
she said, “It is my favourite perfume. Men are so foolish to try to imitate the perfumes of Nature.<br />
Only God can create such perfection, and every time I smell honeysuckle I feel Him near”—and for<br />
the first time I was struck by her great beauty and the beauty of her smile.<br />
That was how I knew she had passed away, even before I got the letter and the telegram<br />
telling me about it. She was peaceful, happy. She understood my new way of life at last and she was<br />
even thanking me for it, for she seemed to realise that my presence here in the Ashram was helping<br />
her. When I did the temple ceremony for her, she was there and so happy that a great peace came<br />
over me.<br />
Swamiji told me, “She had a very big heart.”<br />
It was so true. In spite of her extreme sufferings, she never complained, and she was so<br />
selfless that I feel ashamed when I think of my behaviour with her. I wonder at her love; I wonder at<br />
God’s mercy on me.<br />
But God did not stop there. I had said, “everything....”.<br />
My daughter put me out of her life totally, and all my other relatives and friends turned their<br />
backs on me. <strong>The</strong>y could not understand me; they blamed me for the death of my son also. I<br />
understood them so well, but what could I say <strong>The</strong>n a newspaperman wrote such strange made-up<br />
things about me and he ended his article by saying, “Evidently the poor woman is mad”.<br />
But Swamiji said, “Some people are sometimes so narrow-minded. <strong>The</strong>y do not like to see<br />
Yoga spreading so much. But we must remember that the general tendency is not like that, a unity is<br />
coming.” And I prayed that people might soon learn to know that Yoga was not a religion, that it<br />
was a science of all religions. And as Swamiji says, “All religions are, as it were, the flowers that<br />
make the beautiful bouquet we offer to the Lord...God delights in revealing Himself as Christ, as<br />
Buddha, as. Krishna...”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y specially blamed me for having left my children. <strong>The</strong>y could not understand. Neither<br />
could I really until one day I read the story of St. Jeanne. She was married to the prince of a small<br />
kingdom. <strong>The</strong> young couple was radiantly happy and everyone rejoiced. After a while it seemed to<br />
be proved that the young couple could not have children. <strong>The</strong> parents of the prince did everything in<br />
their power to separate their son from his wife and marry him to another woman who could give a<br />
heir to the throne. <strong>The</strong>y threatened the young prince that they would take the kingdom away from<br />
him, but he preferred even that to being separated from the woman he loved. <strong>The</strong> princess, his wife<br />
risked her life many a time to have a child. <strong>This</strong> lasted for years, when one day she at last gave birth<br />
to a son. <strong>The</strong> little boy had all qualities, health, beauty, intelligence, and he was so extraordinarily<br />
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