Just as Kakasaheb Dixit read the Nath Bhagvat in the day, every night he read the Bhavartha Ramayana (by Eknath).
It was so regular that some times even the offering of flowers to God could be missed, or he could miss other customary duties or neglect his bath; but the time which he himself had alloted for reading them was always adhered.
Both these books, written by Eknath, contained the essence of divine knowledge. Dixit thought them to be Sai Samartha’s blessing to him.
In these two unique books, which were also very appealing, the knowledge of self, non-attachment and practice of ethics - these three qualities - continued to form the three-fold wick of flame, which shone with divine light.
He who has sipped from the cup, containing the nectar of the preachings of these books, is fortunate. He overcomes the threefold difficulties of the material world at the same time, and reaches the ultimate (moksha).
By Sai’s grace, Dixit needed a listener and I (Hemadpant) got the opportunity to listen to the Bhagvat and was thus obliged.
I began to attend the sessions, day and night, due to good fortune, which purified my ears.
So be it, one night when the reading was in progress on the pious stories, an incident occurred. Listeners should listen to that story, which is a digression.
Well, how can I help it ? I am inspired by something else while describing another. But why should I ignore something which I know to be interesting.
An interesting story from the Ramayana was being narrated about Hanuman who, on his mother’s instructions, tried to test his master’s powers and ended by experiencing terrible miseries.
When Hanuman was caught in the cyclonic winds which were created by the feathers of Ram’s arrows and went round and round in the sky, he was scared to death. At that time his father (Vayu) came to his rescue.
Just as Kakasaheb Dixit read the Nath Bhagvat in the day, every night he read the Bhavartha Ramayana (by Eknath).
It was so regular that some times even the offering of flowers to God could be missed, or he could miss other customary duties or neglect his bath; but the time which he himself had alloted for reading them was always adhered.
Both these books, written by Eknath, contained the essence of divine knowledge. Dixit thought them to be Sai Samartha’s blessing to him.
In these two unique books, which were also very appealing, the knowledge of self, non-attachment and practice of ethics - these three qualities - continued to form the three-fold wick of flame, which shone with divine light.
He who has sipped from the cup, containing the nectar of the preachings of these books, is fortunate. He overcomes the threefold difficulties of the material world at the same time, and reaches the ultimate (moksha).
By Sai’s grace, Dixit needed a listener and I (Hemadpant) got the opportunity to listen to the Bhagvat and was thus obliged.
I began to attend the sessions, day and night, due to good fortune, which purified my ears.
So be it, one night when the reading was in progress on the pious stories, an incident occurred. Listeners should listen to that story, which is a digression.
Well, how can I help it ? I am inspired by something else while describing another. But why should I ignore something which I know to be interesting.
An interesting story from the Ramayana was being narrated about Hanuman who, on his mother’s instructions, tried to test his master’s powers and ended by experiencing terrible miseries.
When Hanuman was caught in the cyclonic winds which were created by the feathers of Ram’s arrows and went round and round in the sky, he was scared to death. At that time his father (Vayu) came to his rescue.
Just as Kakasaheb Dixit read the Nath Bhagvat in the day, every night he read the Bhavartha Ramayana (by Eknath).
It was so regular that some times even the offering of flowers to God could be missed, or he could miss other customary duties or neglect his bath; but the time which he himself had alloted for reading them was always adhered.
Both these books, written by Eknath, contained the essence of divine knowledge. Dixit thought them to be Sai Samartha’s blessing to him.
In these two unique books, which were also very appealing, the knowledge of self, non-attachment and practice of ethics - these three qualities - continued to form the three-fold wick of flame, which shone with divine light.
He who has sipped from the cup, containing the nectar of the preachings of these books, is fortunate. He overcomes the threefold difficulties of the material world at the same time, and reaches the ultimate (moksha).
By Sai’s grace, Dixit needed a listener and I (Hemadpant) got the opportunity to listen to the Bhagvat and was thus obliged.
I began to attend the sessions, day and night, due to good fortune, which purified my ears.
So be it, one night when the reading was in progress on the pious stories, an incident occurred. Listeners should listen to that story, which is a digression.
Well, how can I help it ? I am inspired by something else while describing another. But why should I ignore something which I know to be interesting.
An interesting story from the Ramayana was being narrated about Hanuman who, on his mother’s instructions, tried to test his master’s powers and ended by experiencing terrible miseries.
When Hanuman was caught in the cyclonic winds which were created by the feathers of Ram’s arrows and went round and round in the sky, he was scared to death. At that time his father (Vayu) came to his rescue.
Listening to his father’s advise, Hanuman surrendered to Ram. While this part was being narrated, something amazing took place. Listen to it.
Our mind was engrossed in the story. Each one was involved in the delight of listening, when a scorpion, incarnation of death, appeared, God only knows from where !
I do not know how he got fond of the narration and without my knowledge he jumped onto my shoulder and settled himself down, enjoying the sentiments of the story.
Look ! Here too Baba was alert. I was not aware of its presence. But God protects those who love his stories.
I looked casually and saw a terrible scorpion, calmly perched on my right shoulder, on the ‘uparna’.
He did not move at all and was quietly paying attention, as a very attentive listener would, and was seated peacefully on his seat.
If, as was his nature, he had moved its sting just a little bit, he would not have allowed me to enjoy the freedom and peace and would have given me unbearable pain.
The story from the Ramayana was in full swing. The speaker and the listeners were engrossed in the story - all this would have been spoilt. Such was the ominous companion, whose seizure was difficult and a dilemma.
This is the greatness of the story of Ram. No possible obstacles can be more powerful than it. They have to become repentant and forget their innate nature.
By the grace of Ram, I was endowed with intelligence. I could ward off the difficulty quietly. One should not depend till the last moment on this creature of unsteady nature.
That ‘uparna’ with which I had covered myself, I gathered cautiously from two sides, folded the scorpion in it tightly, took it out to the garden and spread it out there.
Sai baba let your holy lotus feet be our sole refuge.OMSAIRAM
dipika duggal
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