09 May 2013
May 9, 2013

It’s All a Show

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Kishan Lal Sah, a teacher from Ramgarh, Nainital often visited Kainchi to have Baba’s darshan. His devotion was such that Baba was both his guru and God. Inspite of his deep faith, Kishan Lal was feeling depressed. He was disturbed by the evil seen in the world and by his own lack of spiritual progress. One day he went to Kainchi with the thought of discussing the matter with Baba.

When he arrived, Kishan Lal saw Baba sitting on one end of the wooden bridge over the river. He went to him and bowed reverently. Before he could ask anything, Baba said, “You see others trapped by maya(illusion). Narada and Bharata were entrapped by maya. These great sages were entrapped by it, so what is there to say about others?” Kishan Lal felt that there was no need to question Baba further.

On a different occasion Sah went to Baba with innumerable questions on spirituality. He greeted Baba, who was lying in his kuti (room), but he could not think of which question to ask first. Baba selected one important question from the unexpressed ones and answered it without being asked. Baba said, “This temple and whatever is seen by the human eye are illusion. What can you do about it ?” This led to other questions and doubts in Kishan Lal’s mind. Baba again answered them without being asked. Baba said, “Delusion makes everything look real.” Kishan Lal thought that there should be a way out. Baba answered,”Attachment is only dispelled by grace.”

How can one obtain grace, came to Sah’s mind. Baba said,”Constant repetition of God’s name, even without feelings of devotion, in anger or lethargy, brings out his grace. Once this is realized, there is no room for misgivings.”

In this way, Baba satisfied the seeker by giving him simple answers to his important, unexpressed questions. As it says in the Ramayana, “Ram, the embodiment of truth, consciousness, and bliss dispels attachment as the sun dissipates darkness.”

Excerpt from The Divine Reality of Sri Baba Neeb Karori Ji Maharaj

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  • Newfirelock

    Howler Monkeys (To Allen Ginsberg)

    We are all

    Howler

    Monkeys

    Descendents

    Of the original

    Howling

    Allen’s

    Bastard

    Children

    Groping

    In the Dark

    For the short

    Hairs

    Licking

    Unknown places

    In search

    Of answers

    Wrapping

    Long legs

    Around

    The openings

    To deep spaces

    Hoping

    To fall

    Into a trance

    Of sweet

    Oblivion

    Longing

    For a merging

    Of the body

    Heart

    And soul

    Inhaling

    All possibilities

    For an uninhibited

    Road

    To peace

    But hesitating

    At the crossroads

    For

    one

    last

    look

    At hell

    James Rogers Bush