<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:11:36.312-07:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='bhakti'/><category term='animals'/><category term='children'/><category term='reminiscences'/><category term='slg'/><category term='skandasramam'/><category term='nagamma'/><category term='alagamma'/><category term='Nayana'/><category term='reminiscence'/><category term='guru'/><category term='lakshmi'/><category term='pix'/><category term='ramana'/><category term='mahasamadhi'/><category term='teachings'/><category term='talks'/><category term='humor'/><category term='annamalai swamy'/><title type='text'>Words of Bhagavan Ramana</title><subtitle type='html'>The Guru is where one is</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-1982074547446023159</id><published>2008-04-03T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:05:32.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Arunachala Shiva</title><content type='html'>Ramana Maharshi says in one of his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stotras&lt;/span&gt; about Arunachala (Shiva): &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I gave "me", and I got YOU in return, so who of us is the intelligent one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Namah Shivaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EW4wHljRIyA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-1982074547446023159?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/1982074547446023159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=1982074547446023159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1982074547446023159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1982074547446023159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2008/04/arunachala-shiva.html' title='Arunachala Shiva'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-9118327454023842875</id><published>2007-11-17T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:55:25.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nayana'/><title type='text'>Nayana's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Please see &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/11/nayanas-birthday.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-9118327454023842875?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/9118327454023842875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=9118327454023842875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9118327454023842875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9118327454023842875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/11/nayanas-birthday.html' title='Nayana&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5883350717259922448</id><published>2007-07-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:25:29.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nayana'/><title type='text'>How Nayana got his name</title><content type='html'>A devotee asked, “Why does Bhagavan call Ganapati Sastri ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nayana&lt;/span&gt;’ (Nayana means father)?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a reason for it,” he replied, “it is my custom to address all people with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;. Moreover, he was older than me. I therefore always used to call him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ganapati Sastri Garu&lt;/span&gt;. That was very distressing to him and so he begged me times out of number not to do so, saying, ‘Am I not your disciple? You should call me by a familiar name. This is very unfair.’ I did not pay any heed to his protests. At last one day he insisted on my giving up the formal way of addressing him and adopting a familiar one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his disciples call him ‘Nayana’, you see. So I made it an excuse and said I too would call him ‘Nayana’ like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to it because ‘Nayana’ means a child and a disciple could be addressed as one’s own child. I agreed because ‘Nayana’ also means ‘father’ and hence it would not matter so far as I was concerned. I was still addressing him in respectful terms. Whenever I asked him to come here or go there he was still uncomfortable because after all that he had done, I continued to talk to him with the respect due to elders,” said Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -- From &lt;a href="http://suri-nagamma.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-111.html"&gt;Letters from Sri Ramanasramam (Letter 111)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5883350717259922448?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5883350717259922448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5883350717259922448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5883350717259922448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5883350717259922448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-nayana-got-his-name.html' title='How Nayana got his name'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-2548652315106949799</id><published>2007-07-23T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:20:07.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nayana'/><title type='text'>Nayana Day: 25 July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/arunachalesha/ReKdz6nu2lI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xb0lF4MSukc/arch-34_1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/arunachalesha/ReKdz6nu2lI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xb0lF4MSukc/arch-34_1.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramanaleela.blogspot.com/2007/06/22-ganapati-muni.html"&gt;Nayana&lt;/a&gt; (Ganapathi Muni) mainly stayed in the Mango Tree cave on Arunachala and used to visit Bhagavan off and on. Nayana used to discuss &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shastras&lt;/span&gt;, with him and get his doubts cleared. He was a mighty scholar, while Bhagavan was just literate, yet Nayana would say, &lt;blockquote&gt;"Without Bhagavan's grace, the intricacies of the scriptures are beyond one's power of understanding. One word from him makes everything clear."&lt;/blockquote&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nayana would see someone sitting in front of Bhagavan, meditating with his eyes closed, he would scold the devotee saying, &lt;blockquote&gt;"When the sun is shining in front of you, why do you need to close your eyes? Are you serious or do you only want to show what a pious fellow you are?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were happy days indeed, and I was blessed with many visions of deities and divinities. It was all due to Nayana's powers and Bhagavan's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://ramana-smriti.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifetime-with-bhagavan.html"&gt;A lifetime with Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt;, by T.K.Sundaresa Iyer&lt;br /&gt;Please also see &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com"&gt;arunachala-ramana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ramanaleela.blogspot.com/2007/06/22-ganapati-muni.html"&gt;Ganapati Muni in Ramana Leela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter185.html"&gt;Nayana and the Ramana Gita&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-2548652315106949799?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/2548652315106949799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=2548652315106949799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2548652315106949799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2548652315106949799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/07/nayana-day-25-july-2007.html' title='Nayana Day: 25 July 2007'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6275947014108719476</id><published>2007-07-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:14:22.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>Be with us always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A lady devotee prayed to Bhagavan, "My only desire is that you may always be with us". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan exclaimed, "Look at her, she wants us all to turn into stones, so that we may sit here forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -- &lt;a href="http://ramana-smriti.blogspot.com/2007/07/tales-of-bhagavan.html"&gt;Recounted by Chalam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6275947014108719476?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6275947014108719476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6275947014108719476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6275947014108719476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6275947014108719476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-with-us-always.html' title='Be with us always'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-129740059014964841</id><published>2007-07-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:30.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscences'/><title type='text'>Sri N Subramanian absorbed in Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RpRf3etaX-I/AAAAAAAAA98/-WMr5MzasWI/s1600-h/asr-91_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RpRf3etaX-I/AAAAAAAAA98/-WMr5MzasWI/s320/asr-91_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085795285949112290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On Monday, July 2, Appachi Mama, the head priest of Sri Ramanasramam, passed away at a Vellore hospital due to a sudden stroke.  He was 80 years old and had served in Sri Ramanasramam since his youth. His departure has saddened all those who have benefited by his devotion and service all these decades. In his usual modest manner, Appachi Mama briefly &lt;br /&gt;described his life in a recent video interview. The following text has been extracted from this interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the Ashram Vedapatasala on January 8, 1942 and finished my course in 1950. During those years the Patasala boys had to perform most of the Ashram chores. This included assisting the priest in the Mother’s temple, cleaning the kitchen after every meal, grinding the coffee beans every evening, shifting huge vessels from the fire, spreading rice for mixing at the poor feeding, serving the devotees and the servants. The rest of the time we had our Veda lessons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once, while serving Bhagavan and others, Bhagavan asked for some more buttermilk. I went to the kitchen and &lt;br /&gt;took the bucket containing the buttermilk and served Bhagavan, not knowing that this was the sour buttermilk &lt;br /&gt;which was put aside for the servants. Bhagavan drank the buttermilk and never said anything. But the kitchen staff &lt;br /&gt;took me to task. I was shocked to know that inadvertently I served sour buttermilk to Bhagavan. I was too shy and frightened to face him. Even during the morning and evening Veda Parayana in the hall I sat at a distance from him and at meals avoided serving him. However, after two days had passed and finding that he did not mention anything about the incident I took courage and started serving him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1950 after Bhagavan’s Maha Nirvana, I joined a secondary school and after finishing the eighth standard I took a teachers training course. I then served as a teacher for three years in Tirukoilur and Tanjore. At the time my pay was 45 rupees per month. Krishnamurthy (Kittu), who was working as a priest in the Ashram, wrote to me and asked me to return to serve in the Ashram with a salary of only 15 rupees per month. Though the pay was low, I thought it was a call from Bhagavan himself to serve him, and heeding this call resigned my job, came and settled at the Ashram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days the Ashram income was insufficient and irregular. Consequently, we used to be paid only when there &lt;br /&gt;were enough funds. These days, of course, even before the end of the month we get our pay. Things have changed &lt;br /&gt;considerably. &lt;br /&gt;As the electrician and plumber would not come to the Ashram when called, I also took up that work. I did most of &lt;br /&gt;the electrification and plumbing to the newly built cottages. I also had to prepare naivedya, do the grinding work for the &lt;br /&gt;temple, go to the town for collecting papers, get signatures from the trustees maintaining accounts, etc. All these &lt;br /&gt;responsibilities devolved on me. Later on the situation improved and the Ashram had its own plumber and &lt;br /&gt;electrician, and the other jobs were taken over by the office staff. In this manner, I have been at the service of Bhagavan &lt;br /&gt;for more than 50 years. &lt;br /&gt;SRI N. SUBRAMANIAN &lt;br /&gt;(APPACHI MAMA) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Taken from the Maharshi Newsletter, July-Aug 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-129740059014964841?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/129740059014964841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=129740059014964841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/129740059014964841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/129740059014964841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/07/sr-n-subramanian-absorbed-in-bhagavan.html' title='Sri N Subramanian absorbed in Bhagavan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RpRf3etaX-I/AAAAAAAAA98/-WMr5MzasWI/s72-c/asr-91_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-56814931034776626</id><published>2007-07-04T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:32:15.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Even if you were to throw away my dead body in these thorny bushes I do not mind, but I must end this life in Your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bhagavan's Mother to Him&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bhagavan, your dear Mother spoke for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of us.  &lt;div&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://ramana-devotees.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramana Devotees&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-56814931034776626?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/56814931034776626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=56814931034776626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/56814931034776626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/56814931034776626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-your-arms.html' title='In Your Arms'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5169549198558407709</id><published>2007-06-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:46:19.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Hereafter never harm anyone</title><content type='html'>Bhagavan smilingly said to her, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You see, the stone you threw hurt the bee and so it stung you. So hereafter never harm anyone.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this charming little story, please see the &lt;a href="http://stories-of-the-maharshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sister-was-again-left-with-my-aunt.html"&gt;blog of a nine-year old&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5169549198558407709?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stories-of-the-maharshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sister-was-again-left-with-my-aunt.html' title='Hereafter never harm anyone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5169549198558407709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5169549198558407709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5169549198558407709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5169549198558407709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/hereafter-never-harm-anyone.html' title='Hereafter never harm anyone'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3736543227831742828</id><published>2007-06-28T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:09:53.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer to Lord Ramana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RY1gAuJrTXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UpH2qKi6S1o/ramana_daksh_close.jpg?imgmax=400"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RY1gAuJrTXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UpH2qKi6S1o/ramana_daksh_close.jpg?imgmax=400" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;&lt;br /&gt;where there is hatred, let me sow love;&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light;&lt;br /&gt;and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Divine Master,&lt;br /&gt;grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood, as to understand;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved, as to love;&lt;br /&gt;for it is in giving that we receive,&lt;br /&gt;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;br /&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Francis_of_Assissi"&gt;St. Francis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Artwork courtesy Gabriele Ebert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3736543227831742828?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_of_Saint_Francis' title='Prayer to Lord Ramana'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3736543227831742828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3736543227831742828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3736543227831742828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3736543227831742828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayer-to-lord-ramana.html' title='Prayer to Lord Ramana'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-113090557197298008</id><published>2007-06-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:31.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakshmi'/><title type='text'>Deliverance of Lakshmi - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rn-pllngksI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/shjPrRKBw-Y/s1600-h/asr-49_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rn-pllngksI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/shjPrRKBw-Y/s320/asr-49_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079965367915287234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continued from &lt;a href="http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/deliverance-of-lakshmi.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the divine touch of Bhagavan, the outer breath of&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi began subsiding and the movement of the body&lt;br /&gt;began to decrease. When the doctor came at 10-30 and gave&lt;br /&gt;an injection Lakshmi remained unaffected as if the body&lt;br /&gt;was not hers. There was no death agony. Her sight was calm&lt;br /&gt;and clear. The doctor turned her over into the posture of&lt;br /&gt;Nandi, put some medicine on the boils and went away&lt;br /&gt;instructing us to keep some support for the head. As it was&lt;br /&gt;11-30 by then, Venkataratnam came back after having his&lt;br /&gt;meal. He asked me to hold up the head saying he would&lt;br /&gt;bring some more hay. The tongue touched me and it was icy&lt;br /&gt;cold; the life of Lakshmi reached the feet of Sri Ramana and&lt;br /&gt;was absorbed in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, Bhagavan came into the shed saying,&lt;br /&gt;“Is it all over?” and squatted by her side, took her face in&lt;br /&gt;both his hands as though she were a little child, and lifted it&lt;br /&gt;and said, “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh Lakshmi, Lakshmi&lt;/span&gt;,” and then, to us,&lt;br /&gt;controlling his tears, he said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of her, our family&lt;br /&gt;(the Ashram) has grown to this extent&lt;/span&gt;.” When all were&lt;br /&gt;praising Lakshmi, Bhagavan asked, “I suppose the doctor&lt;br /&gt;has not troubled her much, did he? How did her life cease?”&lt;br /&gt;We told him all that had happened. “That is all right. Did&lt;br /&gt;you notice this? The right ear is uppermost now. Till&lt;br /&gt;yesterday she was lying down on her other side. Because of&lt;br /&gt;the boil she was turned over to this side. So this ear had to&lt;br /&gt;come up. Look, in the case of people who die in Kasi, people&lt;br /&gt;say Lord Siva will whisper into the right ear. Lakshmi too&lt;br /&gt;has her right ear up,” said Bhagavan, and showed that ear&lt;br /&gt;to all people there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By that time, crowds gathered. After a&lt;br /&gt;quarter of an hour, Bhagavan got up and said, “Ramakrishna&lt;br /&gt;has been saying for the last ten days that a good tomb&lt;br /&gt;(samadhi) must be built for Lakshmi.” Bhagavan then went&lt;br /&gt;away to the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-113090557197298008?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/113090557197298008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=113090557197298008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113090557197298008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113090557197298008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/deliverance-of-lakshmi-ii.html' title='Deliverance of Lakshmi - II'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rn-pllngksI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/shjPrRKBw-Y/s72-c/asr-49_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5692828714775496113</id><published>2007-06-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:28:55.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakshmi'/><title type='text'>Deliverance of Lakshmi</title><content type='html'>In my letter to you under the caption “Worship of the&lt;br /&gt;Cow,” I described to you the grandeur of Lakshmi, the queen&lt;br /&gt;of the cows, and the amount of love Bhagavan had for her. To&lt;br /&gt;that queen, as for his own mother, Bhagavan on Friday the&lt;br /&gt;18th of June gave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Videha Mukti&lt;/span&gt; (liberation). That morning&lt;br /&gt;when I went to the Ashram, I was told that Lakshmi was&lt;br /&gt;seriously ill and would not survive the day. So I went straight&lt;br /&gt;to the cow shed, without seeing Bhagavan even. The room&lt;br /&gt;built for the calves was vacated, cleaned and Lakshmi was&lt;br /&gt;given a bed of straw to lie down upon. As it was Friday, she&lt;br /&gt;was as usual decorated with turmeric paste, vermilion mark&lt;br /&gt;on the forehead and a garland of flowers round the neck and&lt;br /&gt;horns. Venkataratnam was sitting by the side fanning her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lakshmi was lying down with her majestic look spreading&lt;br /&gt;lustre all round. She reminded me of Kamadhenu going to&lt;br /&gt;Kailas to do abhishekam with milk over the great Lord Siva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Bhagavan and prostrated before him&lt;br /&gt;and got up, he looked at me with a divine look. Taking it as an&lt;br /&gt;order, I said I would go and stay with Lakshmi. He nodded&lt;br /&gt;his head in assent and I went immediately. Venkataratnam&lt;br /&gt;gave me the fan and left. Sitting in that place I began repeating&lt;br /&gt;Ramana Dwadasakshari (twelve letters of Ramana Mantram),&lt;br /&gt;Ashtotharam (108 names of Ramana), etc. and Lakshmi&lt;br /&gt;appeared to hear them attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bhagavan came to the cowshed at 9-45 a.m. as&lt;br /&gt;usual he came to see Lakshmi. Bhagavan sat on the hay by&lt;br /&gt;her side, lifted her head with both his hands, and passing&lt;br /&gt;one of his hands lightly over her face and throat, and then&lt;br /&gt;placing his left hand on the head, began pressing with the&lt;br /&gt;right hand fingers her throat right down to the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After pressing like that for about a quarter of an hour he said,&lt;br /&gt;addressing Lakshmi, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you say, mother? Do you want&lt;br /&gt;me to stay here alone? I could stay, but what to do? All people&lt;br /&gt;could be around you as in the case of my mother. Even so,&lt;br /&gt;why? Shall I go?&lt;/span&gt;” Lakshmi remained calm, devoid of all the&lt;br /&gt;bonds of this world and of the pains of her body as though&lt;br /&gt;she were in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samadhi&lt;/span&gt;. Bhagavan sat there unwilling to move&lt;br /&gt;and with a heart full of compassion. I was overwhelmed at&lt;br /&gt;the sight and exclaimed involuntarily, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh! Mother&lt;br /&gt;Alagamma had the greatest luck. So has Lakshmi now.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bhagavan looked at me with a smile. Subramaniam came&lt;br /&gt;and said, “It seems the doctor will not be coming till 10-30&lt;br /&gt;as there is no immediate danger to Lakshmi.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“All right. So Doctor will not be coming now. Have you brought the&lt;br /&gt;medicine for injection?” asked Bhagavan. Turning towards&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi and gently stroking her head and neck, he said,&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you say? May I go?&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subbulakshmi said, “She will&lt;br /&gt;feel happy if Bhagavan is by her side.” “That is so, but what&lt;br /&gt;to do?” So saying and looking into the eyes of Lakshmi,&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What? May I go? Won’t you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi looked at him proudly. What reply Bhagavan got,&lt;br /&gt;we do not know but he got up and went away saying, “See&lt;br /&gt;that the flies do not get into the mouth.” I assured him that&lt;br /&gt;we would take due care of Lakshmi and Bhagavan left the&lt;br /&gt;place very reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Letters From Sri Ramanasramam. To be continued&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5692828714775496113?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter193.html' title='Deliverance of Lakshmi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5692828714775496113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5692828714775496113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5692828714775496113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5692828714775496113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/deliverance-of-lakshmi.html' title='Deliverance of Lakshmi'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-2773744340151870417</id><published>2007-06-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:16:38.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakshmi'/><title type='text'>Cow Lakshmi Day - June 27th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RjS4K2meqVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IfrWqNYsgy4/arch-30_1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RjS4K2meqVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IfrWqNYsgy4/arch-30_1.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Cow Lakshmi Day will be observed on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June 27th&lt;/span&gt;. This is the day of Lakshmi's Nirvana. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arunachalesha/Lakshmi"&gt;Pictures of Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-2773744340151870417?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/2773744340151870417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=2773744340151870417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2773744340151870417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2773744340151870417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/cow-lakshmi-day-june-27th.html' title='Cow Lakshmi Day - June 27th'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-9109155715053105678</id><published>2007-06-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:32.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Kinder than a Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RnOrN1ngkgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Gu4BqkMIU10/s1600-h/arch-4_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RnOrN1ngkgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Gu4BqkMIU10/s320/arch-4_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076589459196121602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Squirrel held lovingly by Bhagavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the roof of the Old Hall, squirrels would build nests. Once, some new-born squirrels dropped on Bhagavan's sofa. Their eyes remained yet unopened and the size of each baby may not have been more than an inch; they were very red in color with fresh flesh, absolutely tender to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother squirrel ignored them. Now what to do? How to feed and attend to such tender things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby squirrels were in the palm of Bhagavan. Bhagavan's face glowed with love and affection for them. While there was a question mark in the faces of those who surrounded Bhagavan, He Himself was happy and cheerful. He asked for some cotton to be brought. He made a soft bed for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also took a bit of cotton and squeezed it to such a tiny end, the end portion looked like a sharp pin. He dipped it in milk and squeezed milk into the tiny mouths. At regular intervals, Bhagavan repeated this act of compassion. He tended them with great care and love till they grew up and ran around. They did not run away, only ran around their 'Mother'. Kinder far than their own mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -- V. Ganesan, &lt;a href="http://www.robertadamsinfinityinstitute.org/a.htm"&gt;Moments Remembered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://end-to-suffering.blogspot.com/2007/06/vegetarian-quotes.html"&gt;Vegetarian Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramanas-grace-shining-through-blog-end.html"&gt;Turning Veg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-9109155715053105678?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.robertadamsinfinityinstitute.org/a.htm' title='Kinder than a Mother'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/9109155715053105678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=9109155715053105678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9109155715053105678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9109155715053105678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/kinder-than-our-mother.html' title='Kinder than a Mother'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RnOrN1ngkgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Gu4BqkMIU10/s72-c/arch-4_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3146766615406063601</id><published>2007-06-16T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:44:31.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Animals Treated as Equals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReLXUqnu3kI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GE2_pCAQ8Zw/rest-42_1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReLXUqnu3kI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GE2_pCAQ8Zw/rest-42_1.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhagavan feeding monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I looked around. Squatting on the floor or sitting in the Buddha posture or lying prostrate face down, a number of Indians prayed - some of them reciting their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantras&lt;/span&gt; out loud. Several small monkeys came into the hall and approached Bhagavan. They climbed onto his couch and broke the stillness with their gay chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved animals and any kind was respected and welcomed by him in the ashram. They were treated as equals of humans and always addressed by their names. Sick animals were brought to Bhagavan and kept by him on his couch or on the floor beside him until they were well. Many animals had died in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there he had a much-loved cow who wandered in and out of the hall, and often lay down beside him and licked his hand. He loved to tell stories about the goodness of animals. It was remarkable that none of the animals ever fought or attacked each other.&lt;br /&gt;        --       &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/realm/bodhisattva/deacosta.html"&gt;Mercedes de Acosta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.robertadamsinfinityinstitute.org/a.htm"&gt;Here lies the Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see &lt;a href="http://end-to-suffering.blogspot.com/2007/06/bhagavan-on-vegetarianism.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3146766615406063601?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.robertadamsinfinityinstitute.org/a.htm' title='Animals Treated as Equals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3146766615406063601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3146766615406063601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3146766615406063601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3146766615406063601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/animals-treated-as-equals.html' title='Animals Treated as Equals'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-9037259261394091017</id><published>2007-06-15T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:46:55.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>An End to Suffering</title><content type='html'>Our true Father Ramana says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My devotees have the qualifications to rejoice abundantly, like children of an emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Abandon the drama [of the world] and seek the Self within. Remaining within, I will protect you, [ensuring] that no harm befalls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you inquire and know me, the indweller, in that state there will be no reason for you to worry about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For the cruel disease of burning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samsara&lt;/span&gt; to end, the correct regimen is to entrust all your burdens on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In order that your needless anxieties cease, make sure that all your burdens are placed on me through the brave act of depending totally on grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you completely surrender all your responsibilities to me, I will accept them as mine and manage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When bearing the entire burden remains my responsibility, why do you have any worries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Long ago you offered your body, possessions and soul to me, making them mine, so why do you still regard these things as 'I' and 'mine' and associate yourself with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Seek my grace within the Heart. I will drive away your darkness and show you the light. This is my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire piece &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/bhagavans-promises.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-about-promises.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://end-to-suffering.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-to-suffering.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-9037259261394091017?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif06/bhagavans-promises.html' title='An End to Suffering'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/9037259261394091017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=9037259261394091017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9037259261394091017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/9037259261394091017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-to-suffering.html' title='An End to Suffering'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7213294774596564197</id><published>2007-06-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:32:07.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>Her Little Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2425/gallery/k-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2425/gallery/k-baby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother Alagammal, newborn Venkat with his bright glowing eyes, and peaceful countenance was the Lord Himself. And she carried her little Lord with her wherever she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vivekananda.btinternet.co.uk/secondaryschoolspage3_files/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vivekananda.btinternet.co.uk/secondaryschoolspage3_files/image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was impossible not to touch the little Lord's face, his soft cheeks, his tiny ears or his little nose as he slept. But such a sound sleeper was He! What was He dreaming of, the little one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.greenpathyoga.org/images/BabySleepingShiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.greenpathyoga.org/images/BabySleepingShiva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all mothers, she prayed to the Lord to protect her son, little knowing that the tiny child in her arms was the Lord Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7213294774596564197?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7213294774596564197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7213294774596564197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7213294774596564197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7213294774596564197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/her-little-lord.html' title='Her Little Lord'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-1285539564358455722</id><published>2007-06-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:19:10.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Mother, Let us find somewhere else to go</title><content type='html'>The Lord holds his mother's hand and says "Mother, Let us find somewhere else to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother.html"&gt;story of Alagammal&lt;/a&gt;, the mother, is a story that has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; never/rarely been told as it deserves to. Giving birth to the Lord, nurturing Him, then losing him, finally finding him again, with many, many trials along the way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see &lt;a href="http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-1285539564358455722?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://arunachala-ramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother.html' title='Mother, Let us find somewhere else to go'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/1285539564358455722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=1285539564358455722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1285539564358455722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1285539564358455722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-us-find-somewhere-else-to-go.html' title='Mother, Let us find somewhere else to go'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5914830784491469846</id><published>2007-06-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:45:20.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Mahapuja 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReLSbKnu3AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Hpm5xdMaeCs/rest-7_1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReLSbKnu3AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Hpm5xdMaeCs/rest-7_1.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahapuja&lt;/span&gt; Day (when Bhagavan's mother, Alagammal, passed away in 1922), a few pieces related to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahapooja&lt;/span&gt; are laid at Bhagavan's Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May Thou and I be one and inseparable like Alagu and Sundara, Oh Arunachala!&lt;br /&gt;       --    From &lt;a href="http://www.bhagavan-ramana.org/aksharamanamalai.html"&gt;Aksharamanamalai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bhagavan-ramana.org/aksharamanamalai.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="78"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a name="78"&gt; It was the month of December and Bhagavan's &lt;i&gt;jayanthi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was arriving. I used to talk to my doctor friend about the&lt;br /&gt;speciality of &lt;i&gt;jayanthi&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;darshan,&lt;/i&gt; for on the &lt;i&gt;jayanthi&lt;/i&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan had a special glow of light about him and his starry&lt;br /&gt;eyes shed a special lustre and those around experienced the&lt;br /&gt;ambrosia or the elixir of life. It is for experiencing this light&lt;br /&gt;or bliss of being that devotees flocked to him from near and&lt;br /&gt;far. Though this experience was obtained on normal days&lt;br /&gt;too, it was very intense on particular occasions like &lt;i&gt;jayanthi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mahapooja&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Karthikai&lt;/i&gt; days, as also it was when great souls&lt;br /&gt;met him.  -- From &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/sp/sp028.html"&gt;The Silent Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Glory to the holy mother of sacred Ramana!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the&lt;i&gt; samadhi&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the &lt;i&gt;linga&lt;/i&gt; consecrated by the Maharshi!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the new &lt;i&gt;Aghasamana teertha&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-- From &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl032.html"&gt;Soundaryamba shatkam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Six verses on Soundaryamba/Alagammal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/pos/pos-148_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/pos/pos-148_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word should be said also about the great annual festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the devotees were unable to live permanently at Tiruvannamalai and could only come occasionally, so that there were always crowds for the public holidays, especially for the four great festivals of Kartikai, Deepavali, &lt;i&gt;Mahapuja&lt;/i&gt; (the anniversary of the Mother's death) and &lt;i&gt;Jayanthi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/pos/pos019.html#Jayanthi"&gt;&lt;span class="glosslink" title="   Birthday."&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the birthday of Sri Bhagavan).&lt;br /&gt;                    -- From &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/pos/pos013.html"&gt;Path of Self Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Suri Nagamma (Letter 246) as usual has a very touching description to recount. A teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="Verdana"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you know, during the time of the Jayanti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mahapuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and other celebrations, Bhagavan does not get up for his meals unless and until the feeding of the poor starts and is  half-finished. It seems in the past, during such festive occasions, Bhagavan did not take his food except with the  last batch. It is only recently, on representations made by  devotees, that Bhagavan has been taking food after the  feeding of the poor was halfway through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For the full piece, please see &lt;a href="http://www.benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter246.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sri Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5914830784491469846?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5914830784491469846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5914830784491469846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5914830784491469846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5914830784491469846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/mahapuja-2007.html' title='Mahapuja 2007'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6158281191499736365</id><published>2007-06-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:56:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thiruchulinathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I saw Thiruchulinathan* and, being unable to turn back, stood there transfixed. He is the Lord that dances in Chidambaram and that protects the helpless and is merciful to them. The same Thiruchulinathan manifested himself as God in Virupaksha Cave on the hill in the sacred Tiruvannamalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramanatha Brahmachari (Andavane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Lord of Tiruchuli (where Ramana was born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReKeuanu21I/AAAAAAAAAZc/eVbPCzDKqho/arch-35_7.jpg?imgmax=720"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReKeuanu21I/AAAAAAAAAZc/eVbPCzDKqho/arch-35_7.jpg?imgmax=720" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photograph shows Ramanatha Brahmachari sitting on extreme left, front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on Ramanatha Brahmachari please see &lt;a href="http://www.benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl040.html"&gt;Ramana Leela&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter078.html"&gt;Letter 78&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6158281191499736365?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter078.html' title='Thiruchulinathan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6158281191499736365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6158281191499736365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6158281191499736365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6158281191499736365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/thiruchulinathan.html' title='Thiruchulinathan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3056752555450443288</id><published>2007-06-04T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:35:33.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Respect for mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHDSanu2II/AAAAAAAAATw/lk4dmx6tInQ/arch-24_9.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHDSanu2II/AAAAAAAAATw/lk4dmx6tInQ/arch-24_9.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, during the usual conversations the topic turned on Bhagavan's mother coming away to live with him and on her manner of life, and Bhagavan spoke to us as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother began coming here frequently and staying with me for long periods. You know I always address even beasts and birds in a respectful manner. In the same way, I used to address Mother also with the respectful form of speech. It then occurred to me that I was doing something hurtful. So I gave up the practice and began addressing her in the familiar way. If a practice is natural and has become habitual you feel uncomfortable at changing it. But anyway what do these bodily things matter?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with deep feeling and my eyes filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(From Letters from Sri Ramanasramam, Letter 14, dated 12 Dec 1945, by Suri Nagamma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3056752555450443288?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3056752555450443288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3056752555450443288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3056752555450443288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3056752555450443288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/respect-for-mother.html' title='Respect for mother'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3549448112325111647</id><published>2007-06-01T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:59:36.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Mother and Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/Rl-YBE0y_fI/AAAAAAAAApo/CVZb3ck4ylU/Bhagavansfather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/image/arunachalesha/Rl-YBE0y_fI/AAAAAAAAApo/CVZb3ck4ylU/Bhagavansfather.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of Bhagavan's Father, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sundaram Iyer&lt;/span&gt;. Father passed away on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 18th, 1892&lt;/span&gt; at the age of 47. For some hours after his father's death, young Venkataraman contemplated the matter of how his father's body was still there, but the 'I' was gone from it. This was perhaps a forecasting of what was to happen two years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/Rl-XLU0y_dI/AAAAAAAAApM/8Hyxn8JBWVw/ramana_and_mother1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/arunachalesha/Rl-XLU0y_dI/AAAAAAAAApM/8Hyxn8JBWVw/ramana_and_mother1913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photograph of Bhagavan with Mother Alagammal, 1913&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"May Thou and I be one and inseparable like Alagu&lt;br /&gt;and Sundara, O Arunachala!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Marital Garland of Letters, v3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post in homage to Mother Alagammal. The mahapuja is on June 9th this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acalayoga&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://bhagavan-ramana.org/sriramanaslife.html"&gt;Sri Ramana's Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3549448112325111647?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3549448112325111647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3549448112325111647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3549448112325111647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3549448112325111647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-and-father.html' title='Mother and Father'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-4295761817999525670</id><published>2007-05-31T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:32.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Mother's last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Post in homage to Mother Alagammal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 1922 (Dundubhi year and Vaisakha month) was her last day; everyone could sense the impending end that day. Yet they had to do whatever was possible in a&lt;br /&gt;spirit of detachment leaving the result to the Lord. As long as she was conscious, Bhagavan gave her spiritual instructions. When she lost consciousness Ganapati Muni&lt;br /&gt;and others commenced vedic chants, some others chanted the Rama-nama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the violent gasps (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urdhva-swasa&lt;/span&gt;) began, Bhagavan placed his right hand on her heaving heart and the left one on her head. He looked at her intently. The day passed that way. Subsequently Bhagavan himself narrated what had happened thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background: transparent url(http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/quote.gif) no-repeat scroll left top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-left: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p style="background: transparent url(http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/unquote.gif) no-repeat scroll right bottom; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-right: 5px;"&gt;The latent tendencies and thoughts which are the cause of future births flared up. She had just then lost consciousness of the external world. Hence in the subtle world her subtle body was witnessing scene after scene of what was to happen. By this sequence of experiences, the soul went through the future births and travelled towards the highest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she experience this? It was because of the current of Bhagavan's spiritual power transmitted by touch that she experienced all within herself, without having to&lt;br /&gt;be born over and over again. There was a battle between her soul forces and Bhagavan's spiritual power in which her latent tendencies gradually weakened and ultimately got vanquished. Bhagavan actually described the scenes she witnessed in the subtle state including their intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end came peacefully by eight in the night. Among those present, Ganapati and Niranjanananda Swami heard a sound indicative of the mother's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this manner, the mother's individuality submerged in Atma, God. She attained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahanirvana&lt;/span&gt;. She had no more births. Due to her son, who was Arunachala in human form, she attained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukti&lt;/span&gt; or became established in the Atma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 22px;"&gt;Mother's body acquired a new brilliance which persisted till the abhisheka on the following day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the mother's end was nearing nobody in the ashram ate anything that day. After her end, the Maharshi got up, and with no trace of grief said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We may now eat. There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is no pollution&lt;/span&gt;." How could there be any pollution when they were in the presence of the Lord in whom the holy lady merged? Such a body was a holy shrine in itself. The ashramites had a quiet meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire night passed in the singing of devotional songs. According to Manavasi Ramaswamy Iyer, "Bhagavan had no grief whatever. On the other hand, he appeared to be relieved like a bird released from a cage." These words were recorded in his diary. True, why did he have to grieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother attained the supreme state. Some days after the event somebody remarked to the Maharshi, "Mother has passed away." Immediately Bhagavan corrected him saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, mother has merged, she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; become one.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, when the matter of his according &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukti&lt;/span&gt; to the mother came up, Bhagavan&lt;br /&gt;said, "Yes my attempt in her case was successful. Earlier, in the case of Palaniswami I attempted the same. Thinking that he had attained the ultimate I removed my hand, thereupon he opened his eyes. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prana&lt;/span&gt; passed through the eyes. That is how my attempt at that time failed." On still another occasion, Bhagavan said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where has mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gone? She is here.&lt;/span&gt;" Hence there need be no doubt as to where Alagammal had departed. The Maharashi meant&lt;br /&gt;that she merged in Easwara and was with him (as he also was abiding in the atma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvTwU0y_bI/AAAAAAAAAn8/evG5B1wvPII/s1600-h/asr-35_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvTwU0y_bI/AAAAAAAAAn8/evG5B1wvPII/s320/asr-35_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069878632712961458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother has not passed away. She has merged. She has become one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The question as to whether the body was to be cremated or buried came up on the very night of mother's expiry.&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan pointed out that according to chapter 13 of Ramana Gita the body of one who attained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukti&lt;/span&gt; was to be buried and not cremated. The disciples decided to bury the body. Early next dawn, they carried the body from Skandasramam down the hill to a spot near Paliteertham.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, some relatives from other places came and though they argued in favour of a cremation, they were overruled. The news of the mother's death passed round the town, in spite of every effort to keep it private. As a result, numerous people turned up at the burial ground.Your text goes here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pit was dug below an aswatha tree. The body was lowered into it. The pit was filled with camphor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vibhuti&lt;/span&gt;, salt and other aromatic materials and later covered. The disciples erected a brick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samadhi&lt;/span&gt; and by some coincidence, a Siva &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;linga&lt;/span&gt; from Kasi arrived just then. It was placed atop the samadhi and named, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matrubhuteswara&lt;/span&gt; (Mother who was Easwara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swami was watching the proceedings as a mere&lt;br /&gt;witness. With the samadhi of the mother the son's filial&lt;br /&gt;duty ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Swami had entreated Arunachala in 1914, the&lt;br /&gt;mother was consumed not by the fire of cremation but by&lt;br /&gt;the fire of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jnana&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Mahapooja day, Ganapati Muni wrote six&lt;br /&gt;verses entitled Soundaryamba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shatkam&lt;/span&gt; (Six verses on&lt;br /&gt;Soundaryamba) ? (Soundaryamba has the same meaning&lt;br /&gt;as Alagamma). This is the substance of the verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the first quarter of the night of Friday, the ninth&lt;br /&gt;day of the dark fortnight of Vaisakha month, Dundubhi year&lt;br /&gt;2. Wife of Sundaram born in the exalted lineage of&lt;br /&gt;Bharadwaja, Parasara and mother of Ramana Maharshi born&lt;br /&gt;as an avatara of Guruguha (Subrahmanya), the blessed lady,&lt;br /&gt;3. One devoid of any attachment, one cleansed&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhakti&lt;/span&gt; to Siva, one whose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prana&lt;/span&gt; was arrested by the&lt;br /&gt;touch of Guha (Ramana Maharshi), one whose tendencies&lt;br /&gt;were all destroyed that very moment&lt;br /&gt;4. She, Soundaryamba, became that Light which&lt;br /&gt;can be known only by the Vedantic Vakyas, which is all-&lt;br /&gt;pervasive, and which was known by her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At that samadhi of Soundaryamba the stream&lt;br /&gt;which poured out of the lotus palms of Ramana Maharshi&lt;br /&gt;became a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teertha&lt;/span&gt;, the Aghasamana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teertha&lt;/span&gt; (the teertha&lt;br /&gt;which removes all sins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Glory to the holy mother of sacred Ramana!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the samadhi!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the linga consecrated by the Maharshi!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the new Aghasamana teertha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maharshi later said something interesting. After&lt;br /&gt;her passing away, Alagammal's body acquired a new&lt;br /&gt;brilliance which persisted till the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abhisheka&lt;/span&gt; on the following&lt;br /&gt;day at the time of samadhi; it disappeared soon after water&lt;br /&gt;was poured. Further, at the last breath in all cases a faint&lt;br /&gt;sound emanates. In the mother's case, Bhagavan did not&lt;br /&gt;notice it but others present did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvUkE0y_cI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bzmZR_mo33g/s1600-h/asr-36_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvUkE0y_cI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bzmZR_mo33g/s320/asr-36_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069879521771191746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, to commemorate the anniversary, pooja&lt;br /&gt;is performed to Matrubhuteswara. Thousands of devotees&lt;br /&gt;from various parts of the world assemble to join the&lt;br /&gt;observance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This year the day falls on June 9th, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photos of Mother's temple are copyright of Sri Ramanasramam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-4295761817999525670?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/4295761817999525670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=4295761817999525670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4295761817999525670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4295761817999525670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-last-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s last day'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvTwU0y_bI/AAAAAAAAAn8/evG5B1wvPII/s72-c/asr-35_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-411258059414642629</id><published>2007-05-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:32.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Mother surrenders to Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvP0E0y_aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IBOZM3vke1U/s1600-h/asr-36_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvP0E0y_aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IBOZM3vke1U/s320/asr-36_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069874299090959778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In course of time she (Bhagavan's mother, Alagammal) came to understand the&lt;br /&gt;Maharshi's behaviour and grasped that attachment was&lt;br /&gt;not proper. She realised that she had come to the ashram&lt;br /&gt;not as the Maharshi's mother but as a devotee keen on&lt;br /&gt;attaining spiritual knowledge. There was only one way&lt;br /&gt;by which she could win his grace and that was by service&lt;br /&gt;without any desire, but with contentment and&lt;br /&gt;detachment. With this realisation her old body toiled day&lt;br /&gt;and night to serve the ashram inmates. Finally she donned&lt;br /&gt;ochre robes, gained detachment and listened to Vedantic&lt;br /&gt;matters. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She surrendered herself to the Maharshi, certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the belief that he was her saviour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the last two or three months of her physical life&lt;br /&gt;she was sick, hence it had become necessary for someone&lt;br /&gt;to look after her. The Maharshi was her first servant. He&lt;br /&gt;nursed her day and night but how long could that old and&lt;br /&gt;tired body survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post in homage to Bhagavan's Mother. To be continued ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo of Mother's temple, copyright Sri Ramanasramam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-411258059414642629?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/411258059414642629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=411258059414642629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/411258059414642629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/411258059414642629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/05/mother-surrenders-to-son.html' title='Mother surrenders to Son'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvP0E0y_aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IBOZM3vke1U/s72-c/asr-36_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7025438571336658146</id><published>2007-05-29T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:32.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>All women are my mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvHNk0y_WI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GFkLH36ZNMY/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvHNk0y_WI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GFkLH36ZNMY/s320/DSCN2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069864841572973922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another latent tendency of hers (Bhagavan's mother) was her strong&lt;br /&gt;attachment to the Maharshi, her son. She loved him&lt;br /&gt;and expected him to love her equally strongly. This bond&lt;br /&gt;could not be swept away, though it needed to be swept&lt;br /&gt;away . Whenever she demonstrated her love through&lt;br /&gt;any act the Maharshi admonished her. On several&lt;br /&gt;occasions he pulled her up, upon which she wept. The&lt;br /&gt;Maharshi would then say "Cry and cry more. It does&lt;br /&gt;you good. The more you cry the more satisfied am I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not understand why he was so harsh towards&lt;br /&gt;her. On some other occasions he would not give her any&lt;br /&gt;reply but would converse with other ladies, which hurt&lt;br /&gt;her. She felt that he slighted her deliberately. All that he&lt;br /&gt;would say was: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" All women are my mothers, what is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special about you?"&lt;/span&gt; Apart from this, the Maharshi who&lt;br /&gt;always helped in household chores, intentionally refused&lt;br /&gt;to help his mother whenever she sought it. Once, she&lt;br /&gt;asked him to help her in preparing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appalams&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of&lt;br /&gt;doing so, he gave her a song — famous as the "&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl032.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvHN00y_XI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GWGCS39uVjY/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvHN00y_XI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GWGCS39uVjY/s320/DSCN2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069864845867941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/toc.html"&gt;Sri Ramana Leela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo (1) of foundation stone of Mother's temple (laid on 1-9-1939 by Bhagavan and consecrated on 17-3-1949), and (2) of Bhagavan's picture inside Mother's temple are free to copy/use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7025438571336658146?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl032.html' title='All women are my mothers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7025438571336658146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7025438571336658146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7025438571336658146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7025438571336658146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-women-are-my-mothers.html' title='All women are my mothers'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvHNk0y_WI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GFkLH36ZNMY/s72-c/DSCN2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-1902018808957358124</id><published>2007-05-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:33.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagamma'/><title type='text'>Prayer for Mother's Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next few posts are in homage to Mother Alagammal who attained Nirvana on May 19th, 1922. This year, Mahapuja falls on June 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1914, Bhagavan's mother, returning from a pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;to Tirupati, paid a brief visit to him at Tiruvannamalai. While&lt;br /&gt;there she had a severe attack of fever, which some thought to&lt;br /&gt;be typhoid. Her life was despaired of and Bhagavan composed&lt;br /&gt;the following poem for her recovery. Needless to say, she&lt;br /&gt;recovered. Two years later she came and took up her abode&lt;br /&gt;permanently at Bhagavan's Ashram on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rlr2eE0y_SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YKAKEWtwyuA/s1600-h/DSCN2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rlr2eE0y_SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YKAKEWtwyuA/s320/DSCN2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069635327110610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo of Mother's Nirvana Room at Skandasramam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hill of my refuge that cures the ills of recurring births!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord! It is for You to cure my mother's fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. O God that smites Death itself? My sole refuge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vouchsafe Your grace unto my mother and shield her from&lt;br /&gt;Death. What is Death if scrutinised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Arunachala! O blazing fire of Jnana ! Deign to wrap&lt;br /&gt;my mother in Your light and make her one with You. What&lt;br /&gt;need then for cremation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Arunachala, that chases away illusion (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maya&lt;/span&gt;)! Why&lt;br /&gt;delay to dispel my mother's delirium! Besides You,&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone who with maternal love can protect the&lt;br /&gt;suppliant soul and ward off the strokes of destiny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-1902018808957358124?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw029.html' title='Prayer for Mother&apos;s Recovery'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/1902018808957358124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=1902018808957358124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1902018808957358124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1902018808957358124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/05/prayer-for-mothers-recovery.html' title='Prayer for Mother&apos;s Recovery'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rlr2eE0y_SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YKAKEWtwyuA/s72-c/DSCN2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3524371332554643768</id><published>2007-05-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:33.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Osborne passes away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RjinJ2meqmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/JEIK5QK_DM8/s1600-h/arch-33_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RjinJ2meqmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/JEIK5QK_DM8/s320/arch-33_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059977969068321378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this article in the New York Times. Adam Osborne, son of writer Arthur Osborne (author of several books about Bhagavan), passed away in Kodaikanal, India on March 18th, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Adam Osborne, a British technical writer who became one of Silicon Valley's legends by introducing the first portable personal computer in 1981, died on March 18 in Kodiakanal, India. He was 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Osborne was born in Thailand in 1939 to British parents. He grew up in southern India, where his father, the writer Arthur Osborne, a devotee of Sri Ramana Maharshi, helped popularize ideas from Eastern religion in the West.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photograph of Adam Osborne as a child with Bhagavan, copyright Sriramanasramam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9905E0DB1330F935A15750C0A9659C8B63"&gt;full article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3524371332554643768?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9905E0DB1330F935A15750C0A9659C8B63' title='Adam Osborne passes away'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3524371332554643768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3524371332554643768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3524371332554643768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3524371332554643768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/05/adam-osborne-passes-away.html' title='Adam Osborne passes away'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RjinJ2meqmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/JEIK5QK_DM8/s72-c/arch-33_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-4315172900176621053</id><published>2007-03-31T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T06:46:48.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skandasramam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>Kandaswami's devotion</title><content type='html'>Devotee: Bhagavan has told us how the devotional fervour of just one devotee, &lt;B&gt;Kandaswami&lt;/B&gt;, enabled him to complete the construction of Skandasramam practically single-handed. Such bhakti is indeed remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan:&lt;br /&gt;It is only his intense love for me which gave him the courage to undertake the job and complete it despite the herculean strength needed for it. It was in recognition of his single-minded devotion and dedication that the place was named Skandasramam.&lt;br /&gt;To me all places are the same since I do not have any particular likes and dislikes. But even the other inmates were supremely happy. Looking back I wonder at this for while staying there we were exposed to rain, sun, wind and wild animals. Yet a tranquil peace used to prevail there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could roam freely about the hill with no restrictions at all on my movements. Can I do it here? Even if we had to miss out food we had the energizing spring water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bhagavan, UY p 155 (N.N.Nataraja Iyer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-4315172900176621053?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/4315172900176621053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=4315172900176621053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4315172900176621053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4315172900176621053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/kandaswami-devotion.html' title='Kandaswami&amp;#39;s devotion'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-311378750752728807</id><published>2007-03-28T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:37:27.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Ego, mind and Self</title><content type='html'>The mind is merely a reflection of the Self. It takes to its heels when searched for. It is non-existent in sleep. It is neither visible nor tangible. Why nurture it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the ego is traced to its source one cannot be Self-aware. The idea that one is the body must be uprooted. A flower has to blossom before bees can enter it. If the petals are closed how can they enter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the flower blossoms the bees do not have to be invited. They will come automatically. Similarly if the ego veils the Self, how can we have Self-knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earnest seekers practicing the way grasp the truth at once. For the rest, the truth must be explained gradually, step by step, after checking if they have understood what had been told to them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bhagavan's words noted by N.N.Nataraja Iyer, UY p147 25-10-1943 3:00 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-311378750752728807?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/311378750752728807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=311378750752728807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/311378750752728807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/311378750752728807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/ego-mind-and-self.html' title='Ego, mind and Self'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-295987179209178779</id><published>2007-03-26T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:33.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Bhagavan's gift to Subrahmanyam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsBak0y_TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wYXho7Cxcp8/s1600-h/arch-24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsBak0y_TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wYXho7Cxcp8/s320/arch-24_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069647361608973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One full moon day the ladies worshipped Bhagavan, chanting His holy name most movingly. &lt;i&gt;Arati&lt;/i&gt; was offered. Bhagavan took &lt;i&gt;kumkum&lt;/i&gt; from the plate and applied it to his forehead. &lt;b&gt;On that day He was truly a sight for Gods to see&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Before returning I purchased a copy of '&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw017.html"&gt;Upadesha Saram&lt;/a&gt;' and requested Him to write something in it. He slowly wrote 'OM' as a sculptor seeking perfection would use his chisel. He humorously told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can now show it to everyone. See, the great Ramana Maharshi has written it specially for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Subrahmanyam, 1935 (UY, p124)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-295987179209178779?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/295987179209178779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=295987179209178779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/295987179209178779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/295987179209178779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/bhagavan-gift-to-subrahmanyam.html' title='Bhagavan&amp;#39;s gift to Subrahmanyam'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsBak0y_TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wYXho7Cxcp8/s72-c/arch-24_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7754855112166254955</id><published>2007-03-25T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:17:04.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><title type='text'>My protection is always there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;Meenakshi's father, Dandapani Swami was a permanent inmate of the Sri Ramanasramam. Her father presented her husband, Sri Muruganar a copy of the Aksharamanamalai sometime after her marriage. A few days later, Sri Muruganar left home permanently for the ashram without telling anyone. "From that day he was totally absorbed in Bhagavan", she says."Searching for him I reached Sri Ramanasramam. I found him and yet did not find him for he was wholly Bhagavan's now."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Bhagavan once asked Meenakshi (wife of Sri Muruganar) to accept Muruganar's giving up family ties. Meenakshi recounts:&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I was overwhelmed with self-pity and concern. I wept bitterly before Bhagavan. He asked,'Did anyone chide you?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, Bhagavan, I was only cursing my fate.'&lt;br /&gt;With a heart brimming with love He told me,'Meenakshi, why don't you have faith in my words? What is there in the family life of which you are so enamoured? Your father has ten sons. Not one of them is prepared to give him one morsel of food. &lt;B&gt;My protection is always there for you&lt;/B&gt;. Hereafter treat all those who care for you as members of your family. Your minimum needs will always be provided for.'&lt;br /&gt;Ramana thus became my protector, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;6. Kinder indeed art Thou than one's mother, such is Thy Love, O Arunachala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7754855112166254955?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7754855112166254955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7754855112166254955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7754855112166254955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7754855112166254955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-protection-is-always-there-for-you.html' title='My protection is always there for you'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-2337516256506807219</id><published>2007-03-24T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:24:22.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhakti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakshmi'/><title type='text'>Am I not here to look after you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RjS5MmmeqkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sojp17Vg95Y/arch-30_11.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/RjS5MmmeqkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sojp17Vg95Y/arch-30_11.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cow) Lakshmi just could not spend a day without seeking Bhagavan's company sometime or other during the course of the day. One day she came to the hall, went straight to Bhagavan and literally wept on Bhagavan's shoulders. For half-an-hour Bhagavan kept consoling her, saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Why are you so woe-begone, dear mother? Am I not here to look after you?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on, till she was pacified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Venkatakrishnayya remembers (p 101, UY)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;5.   Escape this blame! Why didst Thou then recall Thyself to me? How can I leave Thee now, O Arunachala?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-2337516256506807219?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/2337516256506807219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=2337516256506807219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2337516256506807219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2337516256506807219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-not-here-to-look-after-you.html' title='Am I not here to look after you?'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-4648974844841641790</id><published>2007-03-23T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:08:13.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana'/><title type='text'>Sundaram's mother</title><content type='html'>In continuation to yesterdays account of Sundaram's vision at the Subrahmanya Temple, is the remarkable response of his mother:&lt;br /&gt;Once while he was reading the Sri Ramana Vijayam to his mother, his mother said:&lt;br /&gt;'I see the Lord of the hill before me. He points you out and wants that I should hand you over. &lt;b&gt;He says you are His&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I hand you over.&lt;br /&gt;Go on this right path by which you will bring emancipation to 21 generations of this family.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;4.   Was it for Thy pleasure or for my sake Thou didst win me? If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, O Arunachala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-4648974844841641790?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/4648974844841641790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=4648974844841641790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4648974844841641790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4648974844841641790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/sundaram-mother.html' title='Sundaram&amp;#39;s mother'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-1772338748235078330</id><published>2007-03-23T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:37:18.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Bhagavan calls Sundaram</title><content type='html'>A remarkable aspect of his (Sundaram's) life was that he received his spiritual guidance at the shrine of Lord Subrahmanya at Tiruchendur. While he once heard these words: 'Regard all women as your mother. Regard them as Valli Herself  (consort of Lord Subrahmanya)'. At the shrine it also flashed in his mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;'Here I am a God who does not talk. Go to Tiruvannamalai. There I am a talking, walking God.'&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Reminiscences of Sundaram (Swami Trivenigiri), p93 UY, who came to the ashram in 1933.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;3.   Entering (my) home and luring me (to Yours) why did You keep me prisoner in Your Heart's cavern, O Arunachala?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-1772338748235078330?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/1772338748235078330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=1772338748235078330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1772338748235078330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/1772338748235078330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/bhagavan-calls-sundaram.html' title='Bhagavan calls Sundaram'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-8617890101355634129</id><published>2007-03-20T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:33.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The suffering is mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsDeU0y_UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/5j-aS67PZFQ/s1600-h/arch-18_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsDeU0y_UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/5j-aS67PZFQ/s320/arch-18_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069649625056738626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendant K was a veritable enemy of the monkeys. When the monkeys played mischief in the hall or tried to stealthily take away fruits he would beat them ignoring Bhagavan's protests. Once Bhagavan told him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;'It is not the monkeys that are receiving your beatings. It is I. The suffering is mine.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Roda McIver, p63 Unforgettable Years (a compilation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Update: Please also see &lt;a href="http://the-sage-of-arunachala.blogspot.com/2007/07/bhagavans-warning.html"&gt;Bhagavan's warning call to monkeys&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;1.   (a) You root out the ego of those who meditate on You in the Heart, O Arunachala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-8617890101355634129?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/8617890101355634129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=8617890101355634129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/8617890101355634129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/8617890101355634129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/suffering-is-mine.html' title='The suffering is mine'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlsDeU0y_UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/5j-aS67PZFQ/s72-c/arch-18_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5538765796737080059</id><published>2007-03-19T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:37:14.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Once, a devotee while observing silence wrote out a long list of questions and handed it over to Bhagavan. He looked at it and returned it observing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;'Is this silence? It is the mind which has to be silent.'&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;[Roda McIver recollects, p62, Unforgettable Years]&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5538765796737080059?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5538765796737080059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5538765796737080059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5538765796737080059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5538765796737080059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/silence_19.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3560165846079504997</id><published>2007-03-19T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:55:01.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Another devotee was continuously prostrating to Bhagavan. He remarked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Is this a gymnasium? Have you come for exercise? If you have devotion, demonstrate it by your silence.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3560165846079504997?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3560165846079504997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3560165846079504997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3560165846079504997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3560165846079504997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7876670784709374800</id><published>2007-03-18T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T06:05:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion greater than intellectual jargon</title><content type='html'>On one occasion, Roda's husband, who was well-versed in scriptural lore and learning, was discussing seriously with his friends spiritual matters using high-sounding technical terms. Roda felt sad that she could not at all follow what they were talking about. She went to Bhagavan and reported it while He was going up the hill, and he replied in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;B&gt;'Why are you sad over it? Your path (devotion) is far greater than their intellectual jargon'&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;[Rod McIver was drawn to Bhagavan upon seeing a photo of His. Her first darshan was in 1942. Excerpted from &lt;B&gt;Unforgettable Years&lt;/B&gt;, p 59]&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7876670784709374800?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7876670784709374800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7876670784709374800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7876670784709374800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7876670784709374800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/devotion-greater-than-intellectual.html' title='Devotion greater than intellectual jargon'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7832981318982214402</id><published>2007-03-18T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T06:04:59.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one in everyone is Swami</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Santamma&lt;/B&gt; who used to work in the kitchen wanted to express her love for Bhagavan by serving food to Him first. Bhagavan told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE='+1'&gt;&lt;B&gt;'Swami does not mean this body only. The one in everyone of these devotees is the Swami alone. If you serve them first, the Swami will be happy.'&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;[Rangaswamy's remembers, &lt;B&gt;Unforgettable Years&lt;/B&gt;, p 54]&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7832981318982214402?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7832981318982214402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7832981318982214402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7832981318982214402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7832981318982214402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-in-everyone-is-swami.html' title='The one in everyone is Swami'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-2402686481190683839</id><published>2007-03-17T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:45:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I not by your side</title><content type='html'>I had come very early one morning. I was scared at the prospect of coming alone on a deserted path at that time. As if reading my thoughts Bhagavan said, '&lt;B&gt;Why are you afraid? Am I not by your side?&lt;/B&gt;' Immediately my fear vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the work in which He might have been engaged, He somehow or the other found time to come to the kitchen and make enquiries about the helpers there. How can i describe His grace on all of us, the workers of the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Our days were filled with joy&lt;/B&gt;. We were not conscious of our surroundings.  The passage of time would go unnoticed. The toughest of jobs would seem light. Even a little exertion would tire us at home. But in his company we would always be energetic, and ready to take on any amount of work. All this was only because we were certain that Bhagavan cared for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;[Sampoornamma lived in the ashram from 1930. She would readily recall those wonderful two decades with Ramana. She had so many opportunites to be near Him, particularly in the early years. This excerpt is from Unforgettable Years, page 65 (Ed A R Natarajan, RMCL).]&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-2402686481190683839?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/2402686481190683839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=2402686481190683839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2402686481190683839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2402686481190683839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-not-by-your-side.html' title='Am I not by your side'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-400944710310869619</id><published>2007-02-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:24:07.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>You are the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHBLKnu1wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4roWjQYQgFs/arch-8_13.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHBLKnu1wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4roWjQYQgFs/arch-8_13.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bhagavan, You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; the Light !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHBIanu1vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/lpgpdzFn1xM/arch-8_14.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/arunachalesha/ReHBIanu1vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/lpgpdzFn1xM/arch-8_14.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arunachalesha/Ramana_Maharshi"&gt;see this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-400944710310869619?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/arunachalesha/Ramana_Maharshi' title='You are the Light'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/400944710310869619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=400944710310869619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/400944710310869619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/400944710310869619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-light.html' title='You are the Light'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-4064161024283406997</id><published>2007-02-25T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:58:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God shines in their hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For those who say that God exists, He exists in their Heart as consciousness. But in the venomous mind (of those who do not believe in Him), He will never exist (never shine). If by purifying the venomous mind, one sees without delusion, He will shine triumphantly and unalloyed as Self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- GVK (1083)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-4064161024283406997?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/4064161024283406997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=4064161024283406997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4064161024283406997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/4064161024283406997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-shines-in-their-hearts.html' title='God shines in their hearts'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5710336516889933805</id><published>2007-02-23T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:34:15.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annamalai swamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>"I am also Bhagavan"</title><content type='html'>... I (Annamalai Swamy) had tried to give Bhagavan some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nungus&lt;/span&gt; (palmyra fruit). ... When Bhagavan came past, He looked at me suspiciously and asked several times, "Why have you come here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some hesitation, I told Bhagavan, "I came here to cut and give these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nungus&lt;/span&gt; to Bhagavan." Bhagavan accepted the fruit, but said at the same time, "You should have eaten them yourself, and while you were eating them you should have thought, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am also Bhagavan'&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan then dug out many of the fruits and with His fingers sucked the juice. Finally after exclaiming, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appadi*!&lt;/span&gt; I cannot carry the stomach", He walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[* expression of contentment]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5710336516889933805?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5710336516889933805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5710336516889933805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5710336516889933805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5710336516889933805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-also-bhagavan.html' title='&quot;I am also Bhagavan&quot;'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5460541505568054651</id><published>2007-02-23T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:25:48.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Oho! You belong to us!</title><content type='html'>Some people cane from the south for Bhagavan's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darshan&lt;/span&gt;. Among them was a 5-year old boy. He did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namaskar&lt;/span&gt; and then approached Bhagavan and looked at Him very lovingly. Bhagavan placed His left hand on the boy's head and asked Him, "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied firmly, "I don't want anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Oho!", said Bhagavan, "You belong to us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, addressing the people he came with, He added, "If he remains in the "dont wan't" state, everything will come to him".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5460541505568054651?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml' title='Oho! 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You belong to us!'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6580840221301540207</id><published>2007-02-23T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:52:01.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahasamadhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annamalai swamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramana'/><title type='text'>Last year of Bhagavan thru Annamalai Swamy's eyes</title><content type='html'>The last year of Bhagavan Ramana as experienced by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sri Annamalai Swamy&lt;/span&gt; (please read &lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml"&gt;Living By the Words&lt;/a&gt; for account) forms perhaps the most moving account of a devotee of Bhagavan. For those of us for whom Bhagavan's life on earth was the most beautiful event in the history of the "phenomenal" world, the last year of Sri Annamalai Swamy is a most heart-rending account. Although he does not recount it in that way, (his account is very factual), but&lt;br /&gt;one can gather what he would have felt given his life-long devotion to Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Bhagavan once remarked to another devotee, that those who were physically present had their minds elsewhere, whereas Annamalai Swami who was elsewhere always had his mind on Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Annamalai Swamy was most blessed to be showered with Bhagavan's love and concern&lt;br /&gt; (most deservedly). In the end, he was asked to meditate away from Ashram, and eventually asked not to interact with Bhagavan, so that he may find the real Bhagavan in his Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Bhagavan's last year, He never got to speak with Bhagavan at all. When Bhagavan's health began to fail, and He could not walk past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palakottu&lt;/span&gt;, Sri Annamalai Swamy would have not had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darshan&lt;/span&gt; of His most beloved Bhagavan. During Bhagavan's last "mortal" moment, Sri Annamalai Swamy was in great physical pain, and praying for his own death, and praying that he should die before Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;Although, that was not to be, however Bhagavan took with Him Sri Annamalai Swamy's physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Annamalai Swamy described his last (second-hand) "contact" with Bhagavan's physical body -- the factual account indicates the deep emotions running within.(Spoiler: Annamalai Swamy did not get to have a darshan of Bhagavan even after Bhagavan's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahasamadhi&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6580840221301540207?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml' title='Last year of Bhagavan thru Annamalai Swamy&apos;s eyes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6580840221301540207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6580840221301540207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6580840221301540207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6580840221301540207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-year-of-bhagavan-thru-annamalai.html' title='Last year of Bhagavan thru Annamalai Swamy&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-3471544956709921886</id><published>2007-02-21T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:34.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annamalai swamy'/><title type='text'>Last words between Annamalai Swamy and Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rd1GxqoxYPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s8OVotaSkEI/s1600-h/annamalai-swami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rd1GxqoxYPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s8OVotaSkEI/s320/annamalai-swami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034257777542914290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;The last words exchanged between Bhagavan and &lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml"&gt;Sri Annamalai Swamy&lt;/a&gt; form a very moving account of how a guru attempts to break the discples attachment to his form. Some excerpts:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;If one has no faith in God one will commit a lot of sins and be miserable. But you, you are a mature devotee. When the mind has attained maturity, in that mature state, if one thinks that one is separate from God, one will fall into the same state as an atheist who has no belief in God.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I left the ashram and never went back again, Although my room is only about 200 yards from the ashram gate, I have not visited the ashram once since that fateful day in the 1940's.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though Bhagavan has asked me not to come to the ashram any more, I still thought that I had the freedom to talk to Him when He visited Palakottu. Bhagavan disabused me of this notion shortly afterwards, when I went to see Him while He was walking on the hill.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He turned to me and said, "&lt;strong&gt;You are happier than I. What you had to give, you have given. What I had to give I have given. Why are you still coming to me?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These were His last words to me. I obeyed his instructions and never approached Him again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bhagavan had once told me: "&lt;strong&gt;Do not cling to the form of the Guru for this will perish; do not cling to His feet for His attendants will stop you. The true Bhagavan resides in your Heart as your true Self. This is who I truly am.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-3471544956709921886?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://davidgodman.org/books/livingbywords.shtml' title='Last words between Annamalai Swamy and Bhagavan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/3471544956709921886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=3471544956709921886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3471544956709921886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/3471544956709921886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-words-between-annamalai-swamy-and.html' title='Last words between Annamalai Swamy and Bhagavan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/Rd1GxqoxYPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s8OVotaSkEI/s72-c/annamalai-swami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6545896413134811592</id><published>2007-02-21T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:30:57.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annamalai swamy'/><title type='text'>The benefit of reciting Bhagavan's verses</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalki.benegal.org/node/587" title="The benefit of reciting Bhagavan's verses"&gt;The benefit of reciting Bhagavan's verses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;          &lt;div class="content"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When one group of villagers who had just been given &lt;em&gt;Arunachala Stuti Panchakam&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw011.html"&gt;Five Hymns to Sri Arunachala&lt;/a&gt;) to recite left the hall, a devotee asked, ' How can such uneducated people understand the literary Tamil in these poems?'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'They don't have to understand the meaning&lt;/strong&gt;,'  replied Bhagavan, '&lt;strong&gt;they will get some benefit from merely repeating the verses&lt;/strong&gt;.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On another occasion, with respect to Echammal's granddaughter, Bhagavan said, '&lt;strong&gt;In future when trouble comes to her, the remembrance of these verses&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw017.html"&gt;Essence of Instruction&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;will help her&lt;/strong&gt;.' &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This girl is now an old woman. When I saw her a few months ago, she told me, 'The verses have stayed in my memory all my life, but it is only recently, by the grace of Bhagavan, that I have begun to understand their meaning.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:Green;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Memories of Sri Annamalai Swamy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl021.html"&gt;Echamma&lt;/a&gt; (Sri Ramana Leela) and &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/rl/rl040.html"&gt;her passing away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letter015.html"&gt;Echamma&lt;/a&gt; (Letters from Sri Ramanashramam)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6545896413134811592?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6545896413134811592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6545896413134811592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6545896413134811592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6545896413134811592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/benefit-of-reciting-bhagavans-verses.html' title='The benefit of reciting Bhagavan&apos;s verses'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-2898586397594519482</id><published>2007-02-21T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:46:32.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Parayana</title><content type='html'>I recollect one amusing incident that took place early one morning, just before the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parāyana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(ed: reading of scriptures)&lt;/span&gt; was to be chanted. For several weeks, Bhagavan had not been eating much food in the evening. As a result he tended to get a little hungry at about 4  a.m. the following morning. To assuage his hunger Bhagavan used to roast peanuts on His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumutti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(ed: charcoal grill)&lt;/span&gt; and eat them. After he had roasted them He would offer some to Krishnaswami, His attendant, and to anyone else who happened to be in the hall at that time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On this particular morning Bhagavan took out his peanuts and told Krishnaswami, &amp;#39;Before they start the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veda Parāyana&lt;/span&gt; let us do peanut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; parāyana&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Recollections of Sri Annamalai Swamy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-2898586397594519482?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/2898586397594519482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=2898586397594519482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2898586397594519482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/2898586397594519482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/peanut-parayana.html' title='Peanut Parayana'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6230574606462800597</id><published>2007-02-18T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:48:34.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talks'/><title type='text'>Bhagavan mistaken for stone image !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvDLk0y_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TJtS-PBDKqo/s1600-h/DSCN2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvDLk0y_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TJtS-PBDKqo/s320/DSCN2112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069860409166724434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;23rd November, 1938 &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/tw/tw584.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Talk 584. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;  A certain visitor began to pull  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pankah&lt;/span&gt; (fan). Sri Bhagavan said: "Because it is cold , they have placed fire by my side. Why should the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pankah&lt;/span&gt; be pulled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then he continued: "On a cold morning, when I was in Virupaksha cave, I was sitting in the open. I was feeling cold. People used to come, see me and go back. A group of Andhra visitors had come. I did not notice what they were doing. They were behind me. Suddenly a noise `&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt;' - and water over my head! I shivered with cold. I looked back. They had broken a coconut and poured the water on me. They thought that it was worship. They took me for a stone image." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of Bhagavan's statue in Mother's temple taken by author, free to copy/use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6230574606462800597?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6230574606462800597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6230574606462800597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6230574606462800597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6230574606462800597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/bhagavan-mistaken-for-stone-image.html' title='Bhagavan mistaken for stone image !'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/RlvDLk0y_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TJtS-PBDKqo/s72-c/DSCN2112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-53991867681054530</id><published>2007-02-16T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:51:02.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talks'/><title type='text'>God is not separate</title><content type='html'>You now think that you are an individual, there is the universe and that God is beyond the cosmos. So there is the idea of separateness. This idea must go. For God is not separate from you or the cosmos. The &lt;i&gt;Gita also says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अहमात्मा गुडाकेश सर्वभूताशयस्थितः ।&lt;br /&gt;अहमादिश्च मध्यं च भूतानामन्त एव च ॥१०- २०॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Self am I, O Lord of Sleep, In every creature's heart enshrined. The rise and noon of every form, I am its final doom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B. G., X. 20.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus God is not only in the heart of all, He is the prop of all, He is the source of all, their abiding place and their end. All proceed from Him, have their stay in Him, and finally resolve into Him. Therefore He is not separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Talk 649)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-53991867681054530?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/tw/tw649.html' title='God is not separate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/53991867681054530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=53991867681054530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/53991867681054530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/53991867681054530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-is-not-separate.html' title='God is not separate'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-7405391476286213089</id><published>2007-02-15T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:12:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan Reminisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="337"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://kalki.benegal.org/files/pictures/reduced/Bhagavan32.jpg"&gt;When He was sitting under a tree in the temple compound He was covered with dirt, for He never used to bathe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the cold nights of&lt;a name="337"&gt;&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; December He used to fold up the legs, place his head between his legs and remain there without moving. Early in the morning the layer of dirt on His body was soaked with dew and mist and appeared white. After drying up in the sun it appeared dark.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Talks 357)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-7405391476286213089?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/7405391476286213089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=7405391476286213089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7405391476286213089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/7405391476286213089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/bhagavan-reminisces.html' title='Bhagavan Reminisces'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6576245155457609748</id><published>2007-02-15T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:21:15.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender Oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/tw/tw208.html"&gt;Talk 208&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is enough that one surrenders oneself. Surrender is to give oneself up to the original cause of one's being. Do not delude yourself by imagining such source to be some God outside you. One's source is within yourself. Give yourself up to it. That means that you should seek the source and merge in it. Because you imagine yourself to be out of it, you raise the question "Where is the source?" Some contend that the sugar cannot taste its own sweetness and that a taster must taste and enjoy it. Similarly, an individual cannot be the Supreme and enjoy the Bliss of that state; therefore the individuality must be maintained on the one hand and God-head on the other so that enjoyment may result! Is God insentient like sugar? How can one surrender oneself and yet retain one's individuality for supreme enjoyment? Furthermore they say also that the soul, reaching the divine region and remaining there, serves the Supreme Being. Can the sound of the word "service" deceive the Lord? Does He not know? Is He waiting for these people's service? Would not He - the Pure Consciousness - ask in turn: "Who are you apart from Me that presume to serve Me?"&lt;br /&gt;Full Story: &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/tw/tw208.html"&gt;http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/tw/tw208.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The Self alone, the Sole Reality, &lt;br /&gt;Exists for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6576245155457609748?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6576245155457609748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6576245155457609748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6576245155457609748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6576245155457609748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/surrender-oneself.html' title='Surrender Oneself'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-449696321116879947</id><published>2007-02-13T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:56:58.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagamma'/><title type='text'>Let Her See ! Let Her See!</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/slg086.html"&gt;Portrait of  a Guru&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;One day the &lt;i&gt;Sarvadhikari&lt;/i&gt; came accompanied by a man&lt;br /&gt;who was limping, whom he introduced to Bhagavan. He brought an electric lamp with a big mother of pearl shade and presented it to Bhagavan. Bhagavan said that he had been reading an illustrated Tamil encyclopaedia just an hour before, and a doubt had come whether a big mother of pearl could exist. He was surprised at the coincidence. Some people took it and examined it and it was sent to the office. Suri Nagamma came and Bhagavan asked her whether she had seen it. Then it was sent for. Bhagavan was saying: "Let her see, let her see!" At that time his mood and expression were like those of a child exhibiting his toys to another child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-449696321116879947?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/slg086.html' title='Let Her See ! 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Let Her See!'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-5411198009055409323</id><published>2007-02-13T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T04:30:29.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan's Humor</title><content type='html'>From: &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/slg047.html"&gt;Surpassing Love and Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; WHEN I asked whether Bhagavan ever made jokes and whether he was ever in a lighter mood, Sri Kunju Swami jumped at me, as it were, to correct me and went into an ecstatic&amp;nbsp;mood. With tears in his eyes he said: &amp;quot;Bhagavan is the most&amp;nbsp;natural man you can ever conceive of. He had a very subtle&amp;nbsp;sense of humour; it never hurt anyone and was never aimed at&amp;nbsp;anyone. He also appreciated others&amp;#39; jokes, even those at his cost!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I became impatient and wanted him to tell me a few instances.&amp;nbsp;He narrated the following:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  Once, a boy was seated in front of Sri Bhagavan. Flies were troubling him and he was killing them. Seeing this&amp;nbsp;Bhagavan told him: &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t kill them; it is wrong.&amp;quot; After some&amp;nbsp;time the boy looked at Bhagavan intensely and remarked: &amp;quot;You&amp;nbsp;say killing is wrong. I was only killing little flies which were&amp;nbsp;giving me trouble, but you have killed a big tiger and you are&amp;nbsp;sitting on its skin. How can it be?&amp;quot; Bhagavan laughed and said:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Yes, what he says is quite right!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  The same boy had the habit of wasting food served on his leaf-plate while seated with others. Once Bhagavan told&amp;nbsp;him that he should not leave anything on the plate when he&amp;nbsp;finished eating. That day too the boy could not eat&amp;nbsp;everything, but stuffed something into his mouth and took&amp;nbsp;out the empty leaf. Bhagavan saw him take out the empty&amp;nbsp;leaf. However, the boy after throwing away the leaf also spat&amp;nbsp;out the food that he had stuffed in his mouth. It was reported&lt;br&gt;  to Bhagavan. He enjoyed the trick of the boy and gave a&amp;nbsp;hearty laugh.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-5411198009055409323?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/5411198009055409323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=5411198009055409323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5411198009055409323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/5411198009055409323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/bhagavans-humor.html' title='Bhagavan&apos;s Humor'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-6636942171130318470</id><published>2007-02-09T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:00:59.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tremendous Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;When I left home (in my seventeenth year), I&amp;nbsp;was like a speck swept on by a tremendous flood. I knew not&amp;nbsp;my body or the world, whether it was day or night. It was difficult&amp;nbsp;even to open my eyes; the eyelids seemed to be glued down.&amp;nbsp;My body became a mere skeleton. Visitors pitied my plight as&amp;nbsp;they were not aware how blissful I was. It was after years that I&amp;nbsp;came across the term `&lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/cw068.html#Brahman"&gt;&lt;span class="glosslink" title="the Absolute"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#39; when I happened to look into&amp;nbsp;some books on  &lt;i&gt;Vedanta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/cw068.html#Vedanta"&gt;&lt;span class="glosslink" title="the absolute Truth as established by the  Upanishads ,  Brahma   Sutras , and  Bhagavad Gita  as interpreted by Sri Vyasa; the end or consummation of the Vedas "&gt; &lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought to me. Amused, I said to myself,&amp;nbsp;`Is this known as &lt;i&gt;Brahman&amp;#39;!&lt;/i&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- To read full story, See &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/slg/slg003.html"&gt; Surpassing Love and Grace&lt;/a&gt;, recounted by Sri Vishwanath Swamy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-6636942171130318470?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/6636942171130318470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=6636942171130318470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6636942171130318470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/6636942171130318470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/tremendous-flood.html' title='The Tremendous Flood'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-117069317550389297</id><published>2007-02-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:32:55.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan on Surrender</title><content type='html'>  GOD WILL BEAR WHATEVER BURDENS WE PUT&lt;br&gt;on Him. All things are being carried on by the omnipotent&lt;br&gt;power of a Supreme God. Instead of submitting ourselves&lt;br&gt;to It, why should we always be planning, `We should do this &lt;br&gt;or that&amp;#39;. Knowing that the train carries all the load, why&lt;br&gt;should we, travelling therein, suffer by carrying our small&lt;br&gt;bundle on our heads, instead of leaving it on the train and&lt;br&gt;being happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The story of Ashtavakra teaches that in order to experience &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brahma Jnana&lt;/i&gt; all that is necessary is to surrender yourself &lt;br&gt;completely to the Guru, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to give up your notion of `I&amp;#39; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`mine&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;. If these are surrendered, what remains is the Reality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; There are two ways of achieving surrender. &lt;br&gt;One is looking into the source of the `I&amp;#39; and merging into that source. &lt;br&gt;The other is feeling, `&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am helpless myself, God alone is all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powerful, and except by throwing myself completely on Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is no other means of safety for me &lt;/span&gt;&amp;#39;; and thus gradually&lt;br&gt;developing the conviction that God alone exists and the ego&lt;br&gt;does not count. Both methods lead to the same goal. Complete&lt;br&gt;surrender is another name for &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw068.html#jnana"&gt; &lt;span class="glosslink" title="knowledge of the Absolute transcending form and formlessness"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or liberation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Bhakti&lt;/i&gt; is not different from &lt;i&gt;mukti&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw068.html#mukti"&gt;&lt;span class="glosslink" title=" liberation"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Bhakti&lt;/i&gt; is being as the Self.  &lt;br&gt;One is always That. He realizes It by the means he adopts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw068.html#bhakti"&gt; &lt;span class="glosslink" title="devotion and love"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? To think of God. That means only one thought&lt;br&gt;prevails to the exclusion of all other thoughts. That thought is &lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;of God, which is the Self, or it is the self surrendered unto&lt;br&gt;God. When He has taken you up, nothing else will assail you.&lt;br&gt;The absence of thought is &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw068.html#bhakti"&gt; &lt;span class="glosslink" title="devotion and love"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It is also &lt;i&gt;mukti&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/coll/cw068.html#mukti"&gt;&lt;span class="glosslink" title=" liberation"&gt;&lt;sup&gt; [?]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/gems/gem005.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/gems/gem005.html"&gt;http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/gems/gem005.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-117069317550389297?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/117069317550389297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=117069317550389297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/117069317550389297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/117069317550389297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/bhagavan-on-surrender.html' title='Bhagavan on Surrender'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-117053081177457009</id><published>2007-02-03T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:26:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses into Bhagavan's state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/dbd/dbd007.html"&gt;Day by Day with Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt; gives fascinating insights into Sri Bhagavan&amp;#39;s state. A short excerpt: &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;" class="gmail_quote"&gt; After all this talk Bhagavan drank a little water from his kamandalam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and turning to his attendant enquired whether he had already drunk some water (i.e., after he returned to the hall about 3-30 P.M.). The attendant said `yes&amp;#39;, and thereupon Bhagavan said he had forgotten it, and to make sure he drank some again.  &lt;br&gt;He further added, almost in an unguarded moment, as he rarely gives expression to such experiences of his, that sometimes he does not even know whether it is morning, mid-day or evening and has to look at the clock and try to remember before he knows what time of day it is. On one occasion, he has told me that he scratched his skin, where there was eczema once, as we scratch during sleep. And once when I was concerned over some physical pain of his, he told me he feels that pain,  i.e., it was a passing and faint experience like that in a dream. These are clues to the sort of life Bhagavan leads in our midst, seeming to act and move and feel as we do, but really living in a world of his own where the things we experience don&amp;#39;t exist. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bhagavan later shared &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/dbd/dbd008.html"&gt;two reminiscences&lt;/a&gt; from his early days, one amusing and one touching. Here is one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then Bhagavan narrated, very dramatically as is usual with him, an incident which occurred when he was about 22 and living in the Virupakshi Cave. It seems he was sitting on a rock near the cave and a boy of about 8 or 10 years came there, &lt;br&gt;looked at Bhagavan and, not being able to bear the sight of such a young and bright person taking to such a hard life of penance, was so moved to compassion that he started to sob and sobbed violently for some time. Bhagavan said, &amp;quot;Who could say what was the reason for his sobbing and why tears flowed out of him merely at his seeing me?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For more please see &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/dbd/dbd007.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-117053081177457009?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/117053081177457009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=117053081177457009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/117053081177457009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/117053081177457009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2007/02/glimpses-into-bhagavans-state.html' title='Glimpses into Bhagavan&apos;s state'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116740577023796990</id><published>2006-12-29T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:22:50.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web versions of Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/books.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/books.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Several web versions of the Ramana Maharshi&amp;#39;s books are available at&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/books.html"&gt;this location&lt;/a&gt; with more appearing in end January. Some works have been hyperlinked for ease of reading and research, and hyperlinking will continue when the team returns from Arunachala. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you like the format, and would like to request some titles to be put up, please leave a comment here. Feedback may be posted here, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wishing you the best of bhakti in the new year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116740577023796990?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116740577023796990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116740577023796990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116740577023796990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116740577023796990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/web-versions-of-bhagavan-ramana.html' title='Web versions of Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi Books'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116697044051601002</id><published>2006-12-24T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T07:40:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan on Moksha</title><content type='html'>Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi responds to a request from a lady, &amp;quot;Will you give me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moksha&lt;/span&gt; (liberation) now? I must be going&amp;quot;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;quot;If you renounce and give up everything, what remains is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moksha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. What is there for others to give? It is there always. That  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Subbalakshmi Amma replied &amp;quot;We don&amp;#39;t know all that. Bhagavan himself must give us  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mokhsa&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Bhagavan remarked, &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;quot;I should give them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moksha&lt;/span&gt;, they say. It is enough if moksha alone is given to them. Is not that itself a desire? If you give up all the desires you have, what remains is only  &lt;br&gt;moksha. And you require &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadhana&lt;/span&gt; to get rid of all those desires.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.ramana-maharshi.org/downloads/Letters_full.zip"&gt;Letters from Sri Ramanasramam &lt;/a&gt; by Suri Nagamma (Letter 22, p38, 8 Jan 1945)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benegal.org/ramana_maharshi/books/letters/letter042.html "&gt;Letter 42 Moksha, Html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116697044051601002?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116697044051601002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116697044051601002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116697044051601002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116697044051601002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/bhagavan-on-moksha.html' title='Bhagavan on Moksha'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116672222142014842</id><published>2006-12-21T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:30:21.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampurnamma's memories of Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>The lives of the very fortunate devotees who got to serve during Bhagavan&amp;#39;s mortal life continue to be a deep inspiration to devotees today. Reading accounts and memoirs is a great way of understanding Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi&amp;#39;s life, as well His teachings. It is often said that His life itself was a teaching. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some words of Bhagavan that she recollects are:&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You must cover your vegetables when you cook them. Only then will they keep their flavor and be fit to eat. It is the same with the mind. You must put a lid over it and let it simmer quietly. Then only does a man become food fit for God to eat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bhagavan would allow nothing to go to waste. He once explained, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, this is my way. Everything is in my care, and I let nothing go to waste. In these matters I am quite strict.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;One another occasion: &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;This is the property of my father Arunachala. I have to preserve it and pass it on to His children&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is the cooking that matters, not the cook or the eater. A thing well done, with love and devotion, is its own reward. What happens to it later matters little, for it is out of our hands. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once when Bhagavan noticed that she was afraid walking along along the jungle path, he told her, &amp;quot;Why are you afraid? Am i not with you?&amp;quot;. He later told the ashram manager, &amp;quot;Why are you surprised? Was she alone? Was i not with her all the time?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once during her periods, when she sat hungry in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantapam&lt;/span&gt; outside the ashram, Bhagavan ordered that she be brought in and fed decently. When people protested that she was impure Bhagavan replied, &amp;quot;Who is pure and who is impure? All are one, all are the same!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;This was Bhagavan&amp;#39;s lesson of compassion towards all.&lt;br&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.arunachala.org/Bookstall/Books/Reminiscences/"&gt;Ramana Smriti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116672222142014842?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116672222142014842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116672222142014842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116672222142014842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116672222142014842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/sampurnammas-memories-of-bhagavan.html' title='Sampurnamma&apos;s memories of Bhagavan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116671963524447991</id><published>2006-12-21T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:47:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sri Natesa Iyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;Very much reminiscent of the deeply dedicated devotee Sri Ramanatha Brahmachari was Sri Natesa Iyer of Chidambaram. He served Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi from the 1930's till his final day. (He first saw Bhagavan in 1922).  Sri Natesa Iyer served devotees in the dining hall at all hours of the day or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a state of deep surrender after having a vision of Bhagavan in Villupuram, he said to Swami Ramanananda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bhagavan is not something or someone we can fathom with our minds. We have to admit our ignorance and our inability to say anything about him that is true. When we accept that Bhagavan is unfathomable, when we surrender our compulsion to understand and explain him, we fall into a deep silence that is the experience of the real Bhagavan within us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bhagavan was like Dakshinamurthi to me. The inner feeling of his presence was so stilling, I rarely had any desire to open my mouth in His presence, For most of the time, no thoughts or desires for answers could survive the power of that presence."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Natesa Iyers worldly collections consisted of a spare &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dhoti&lt;/span&gt;, a cloth to wrap around his shoulders and 2 books, Bhagavan's Collected Works and the PeriaPurAnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left his body in the most interesting and touching circumstances. He had confided the date and time of death to Swami Ramanananda. He would say "Bhagavan is calling me. I am going in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; n&lt;/span&gt; days". As the days approached his eyes shone, and he looked happy as if going home. One day prior to leaving, he said, "Only one more day! I am going to merge with Sri Ramana Paramatman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final words, minutes before passing away were, "Has Bhagavan come? I am coming".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://end-to-suffering.blogspot.com/"&gt;An End To Suffering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116671963524447991?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116671963524447991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116671963524447991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116671963524447991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116671963524447991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/remembering-sri-natesa-iyer.html' title='Remembering Sri Natesa Iyer'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116663333315134177</id><published>2006-12-20T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:59:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience to Bhagavan - the only rule</title><content type='html'>As part of today's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadhana&lt;/span&gt; we look at  a few moments from the life of Sri Sundaram (aka Sadhu Trivenigiri):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before the deity in the Sri Subrahmania shrine in Tiruchendur in 1932, the following words flashed in his mind " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here i am, a God who does not talk. Go to Tiruvannamalai. There is a God who talks, the Maharshi&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later received a reply from the Sri Ramanashramam telling him that the joys and sorrows of life are inevitable, and can be borne easily, if placed at the feet of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was choked with tears reading the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sri Ramana Vijayam&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God is calling you. Go to Him. This path will result in the salvation of 27 generations of our family. This is the upadesha of Mother Truth. Go along this path. If you meet any obstacles, regard it as maya. You will soon be liberated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sundaram&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;At first I merely thought Him to be a good man, but after some time, I came to understand that I was dealing with God Himself, my supreme Master, in whose hands lay my life and salvation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must master this art of instantaneous and unquestioning obedience, for the secret of realization lies in the utter surrender and renunciation of one's own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who had no other rule than obedience to Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhagavan&lt;/span&gt; to Sri Sundaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Eat to appease hunger and not to satisfy taste or craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundaram! Attend to what I said first. It is from me that everything arises. Attend to it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! you have made a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sankalpa&lt;/span&gt; (resolution). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sankalpas&lt;/span&gt; lead to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samsara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the welfare of &lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/rteach/jd3.shtml"&gt;Major Chadwick&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How is he now? ... Please go and see him at once. He left his country and travelled thousands of miles, staying with us and making us his own. Should we not take care of him and look to his needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when meditating in the presence of Bhagavan, the mind persisted in wandering. I couldn't control it. So I gave up meditation and opened my eyes.   Bhagavan at once sat up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "Oh! You abandoned it thinking it is   the swabhava (habit) of the mind to wander. Whatever we practise becomes the   swabhava. If control is practised persistently that will become the swabhava."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- From the January, 1971 Mountain Path: "How Bhagavan Came To Me,"&lt;br /&gt;by Sadhu Trivenigiri Swami. See &lt;a href="http://www.ramana-maharshi.org/publish/newsletters.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (Jan 1997).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116663333315134177?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116663333315134177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116663333315134177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116663333315134177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116663333315134177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/obedience-to-bhagavan-only-rule.html' title='Obedience to Bhagavan - the only rule'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116645838930112744</id><published>2006-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:13:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shloka on the benefits of water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramanashramam.blogspot.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the benefits of drinking water:&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Water acts as a medicine, when indigestion. &lt;br&gt;Water serves as a tonic, when no indigestion.&lt;br&gt;Water serves as nectar, taken at the end of the meal &lt;br&gt;Water acts as poison, taken before a meal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116645838930112744?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116645838930112744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116645838930112744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116645838930112744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116645838930112744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/shloka-on-benefits-of-water.html' title='A shloka on the benefits of water'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116645164433389678</id><published>2006-12-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:20:44.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was about 30 at the time, and wonderful to behold. His eyes were blooming and clear, like lotus petals, and he shone brightly like burnished gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;p class="Photo"&gt;               &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bhagavanramana/194006592/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/194006592_bf4afde7a5_m.jpg" alt="" height="240" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You hands may do the work but your mind can remain still. You are that which never moves. Realize this and you will find that work is not a&lt;br /&gt;strain. But as long as you think that you are the body, and that the work is done by you, you will feel your life to be an endless toil. In&lt;br /&gt;fact, it is the mind that toils, not the body..."  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why do you imagine that I am pleased only when I am full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasam&lt;/span&gt;? ... Is my grace proportionate to the amount of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rasam&lt;/span&gt; I take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless one becomes a 6-month old baby, there&lt;br /&gt;is no hope for one in the realm of Self-knowledge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God wants us to make a fire of our past evil deeds and burn our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; in it. ... Clearing the mind of thoughts, and remaining steady in the peace of Self: that is the only offering worthy of the&lt;br /&gt;Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varanasi Subhalakshmiammal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="book-title"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.arunachala.org/Bookstall/Books/Reminiscences/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arunachala.org/Bookstall/Books/Images/ramana-s_srmbco.jpg" title="book cover" alt="book cover" align="right" border="0" height="142" width="89" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a name="item_1270"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.arunachala.org/Downloads/Books/ramana-s-bcs.pdf"&gt;Ramana Smriti (pdf 511kb)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also see &lt;a href="http://www.arunachala.org/Bookstall/Books/Reminiscences/"&gt;List of Reminiscenses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116645164433389678?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116645164433389678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116645164433389678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116645164433389678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116645164433389678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories-of-bhagavan_18.html' title='Memories of Bhagavan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116628849771255895</id><published>2006-12-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:01:37.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Feet are everywhere</title><content type='html'>Devaraja Mudaliar once gently scolded GV Subbaramayya for missing the Jayanthi celebration, and concluded saying: I believe that Sri Bhagavan expects His children to gather at His Feet especially on such special occasions. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bhagavan smiled and said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The feet of Bhagavan are everywhere. So where can we gather except at His feet? Time and space are no barriers to the gathering of hearts.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116628849771255895?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116628849771255895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116628849771255895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116628849771255895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116628849771255895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/his-feet-are-everywhere.html' title='His Feet are everywhere'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116621780537888505</id><published>2006-12-15T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:23:25.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be like me ... remember me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ramana-maharshi.org/"&gt;Bhagavan Ramana&lt;/a&gt; spoke these words to G V Subbaramayya (&lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/books/powerofprescence.shtml"&gt;p155&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why can't you be like me ... this ashram has grown around me  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I am ever the same&lt;/span&gt;. The sun rises and sets. To me there seems no other change. Through all the ups and downs of life, be like me, and ever you are prone to sadness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; remember me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116621780537888505?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116621780537888505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116621780537888505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116621780537888505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116621780537888505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-like-me-remember-me.html' title='Be like me ... remember me'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116610431365714269</id><published>2006-12-14T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T05:51:53.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion for trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A man was once chopping dead leaves off an almond tree to the north of Bhagavan's hall. Bhagavan seeing him, winced with pain and called out:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey, what are you doing? You are hurting the tree so much, Don't you know it is alive? &lt;br&gt;You people can do nothing without causing pain. Imagine what would happen if I suddenly grabbed you by the hair and pulled. Your hair my have no life, yet you would feel it. Better leave the tree alone and go away!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116610431365714269?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116610431365714269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116610431365714269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116610431365714269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116610431365714269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/compassion-for-trees.html' title='Compassion for trees'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116610393551243352</id><published>2006-12-14T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T05:45:35.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name superior to form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once a devotee (p 71) said to &lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://ramana-maharshi.org/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt; Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt;, earlier whenever I thought of you, your form would appear before my eyes. But now it does not happen. What am i to do? Bhagavan advised: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can remember my name and repeat it. Name is superior to form. But in the course of time, even the name will disappear. Until then repeat the name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116610393551243352?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116610393551243352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116610393551243352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116610393551243352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116610393551243352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/name-superior-to-form.html' title='Name superior to form'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116604832865610373</id><published>2006-12-13T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:18:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer yourself to God</title><content type='html'>Echammal once wished to perform a puja which required a very large number of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tulsi&lt;/span&gt; (similar to basil) leaves.&lt;br&gt;One day (circa 1942) Bhagavan told her:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People will not allow the leaves to remain where they are, beautiful and alive. They pick them, pierce them, thread them. The poor leaves and flowers and mercilessly maimed and killed. Does God need such worship? Don't they belong to him when they are on their trees? We do these horrible things to flowers, but we would not offer our own selves to God &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Letters, letter 42. Also p88)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116604832865610373?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116604832865610373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116604832865610373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116604832865610373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116604832865610373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/offer-yourself-to-god.html' title='Offer yourself to God'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116603772414311135</id><published>2006-12-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:22:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan Ramana and previous births</title><content type='html'>A devotee (p 103) once asked Bhagavan, We have met at Your Feet. Was it good luck, or is there a link between us from our previous births?&lt;br&gt;Bhagavan replied,'Were it not for old links, how could you all have come here.'&lt;br&gt; One other occasions too Bhagavan gave a similar reply. Those who loved Him in previous births come to Him again in this. However far they would be born, Bhagavan would pull them to Himself. Invariably, they would find their way to Him &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116603772414311135?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116603772414311135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116603772414311135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116603772414311135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116603772414311135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/bhagavan-ramana-and-previous-births.html' title='Bhagavan Ramana and previous births'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116594069606011680</id><published>2006-12-12T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:24:56.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave it to the Guru</title><content type='html'>Once a visitor wept to &lt;a href="http://ramana-maharshi.org"&gt;Bhagavan&lt;/a&gt; that he felt no improvement in himself despite coming to Bhagavan. Bhagavan replied:&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On this road there are no milestones. How can you know in which direction you are going? Why dont you do what the first-class railway passenger does? He tells the guard his destination, locks the doors and goes to sleep. The rest is done by the guard.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you trust your Guru as much as you trust the railway guard, it would be enough to make you reach your destination.&lt;/span&gt; Your business is to shut the door and windows and sleep. The guard will wake you up at your destination. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116594069606011680?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116594069606011680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116594069606011680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116594069606011680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116594069606011680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/leave-it-to-guru.html' title='Leave it to the Guru'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116593902223868352</id><published>2006-12-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:57:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>Sambasiva Rao once overheard Bhagavan telling someone: If you must get angry, get angry with good people. For if you get angry with bad people, you may get it back with interest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He asked Bhagavan whether there was  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; no danger in abusing good people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bhagavan replied smiling: &amp;quot;When good people are abused, they may not retaliate. However, they are hurt, and so the abuser may have to suffer. There is also a saying that he who curses good people, gets all the bad that may still be left in them. If you want to curse at all, curse Bhagavan. He will not be hurt and he is without sin. You are safe in cursing Him.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He wants only to be remembered. The mood in which you remember Him is of less importance. Were it otherwise, how could Ravana and Sishupala get salvation?&amp;quot; (p91)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116593902223868352?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116593902223868352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116593902223868352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116593902223868352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116593902223868352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/12/remembering-bhagavan.html' title='Remembering Bhagavan'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-116343418925945648</id><published>2006-11-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:09:49.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Sadguru</title><content type='html'>In His final words of assurance to devotees in 1950, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramana_Maharshi"&gt;Bhagavan Ramana&lt;/a&gt; said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;quot;They say I am going, but where can I go? I am Here.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the days leading to His leaving the body, Bhagavan did not make any attempt to appoint a successor, or to send seekers to another guru. Had there been a need to transfer seekers, Bhagavan, out of His deep compassion, would have certainly done so.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never when He was in the body did He seek glory, and thus there is no reason to think He would do so at this moment (by saying that He is here). (For example, we know that He never claimed to having devotees)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Additionally, knowing His honesty, one cannot doubt the statement that He would always be here, to guide seekers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thus, his final spoken statement has to be taken literally. Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi is here, guiding those who consider Him to be their sadguru.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is the &lt;a href="http://end-to-suffering.blogspot.com/2005/10/bhagavan-ramana-maharshis-last-words.html"&gt;eternal sadguru&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-116343418925945648?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/116343418925945648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=116343418925945648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116343418925945648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/116343418925945648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/11/eternal-sadguru.html' title='The Eternal Sadguru'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114621318765159936</id><published>2006-04-28T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:33:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place your burden at His Feet</title><content type='html'>“Place your burden at the feet of the Lord of the universe who is ever victorious and accomplishes everything. Remain all the time steadfast in the heart, in the Transcendental Absolute. God knows the past, present and future. He will determine the future for you and accomplish the work. What is to be done will be done at the proper time. Don’t worry. Abide in the heart and surrender your acts to the Divine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/484/875/1600/bhagavan_and_nayana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/484/875/200/bhagavan_and_nayana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advice given by Bhagavan to Nayana:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RamanaMaharshi" rel="tag"&gt;RamanaMaharshi&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com"&gt;acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://acalayoga.suddenlaunch3.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114621318765159936?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114621318765159936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114621318765159936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114621318765159936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114621318765159936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/04/place-your-burden-at-his-feet.html' title='Place your burden at His Feet'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114614843492085464</id><published>2006-04-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:33:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arunachala Ramana</title><content type='html'>In the recesses of the lotus-shaped Hearts of all, beginning with Vishnu, there shines as pure intellect (Absolute Consciousness) the Paramatman, who is the same as Arunachala Ramana. When the mind melts with love of Him, and reaches the inmost recess of the Heart wherein He dwells as the beloved, the subtle eye of pure intellect opens and He reveals Himself as Pure Consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A devotee named Amritanatha Yati wrote on a paper a Malayalam verse imploring Bhagavan to say whether he was Hari (Vishnu) or Sivaguru (Subrahmanya) or Yativara (Siva) or Vararuchi. Bhagavan wrote his reply in the same Malayalam metre on the same paper. A translation of it is given above.&lt;br /&gt;Source: Collected Works, p143 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114614843492085464?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114614843492085464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114614843492085464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114614843492085464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114614843492085464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/04/arunachala-ramana.html' title='Arunachala Ramana'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114415752530386680</id><published>2006-04-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:41:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhakti melting flesh and bone</title><content type='html'>I just wrote this short poem, &lt;a href="http://bhagavansharanam.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-arunachala.html"&gt;Burning in Arunachala&lt;/a&gt; and then opened "Talks" to see what Bhagavan has to say to me. The book opened on the following page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22nd June, 1936 Talk 215.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan was reading G. U. Pope’s translation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiruvachakam&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;came across the stanzas describing the intense feeling of bhakti as&lt;br /&gt;thrilling the whole frame, melting the flesh and bones, etc. He&lt;br /&gt;remarked: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Manickavasagar&lt;/span&gt; is one of those whose body finally&lt;br /&gt;resolved itself in a blazing light, without leaving a corpse behind.”&lt;br /&gt;Another devotee asked how it could be.&lt;br /&gt;Maharshi said the gross body is only the concrete form of the subtle&lt;br /&gt;stuff - the mind. When the mind melts away and blazes forth as light,&lt;br /&gt;the body is consumed in that process. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nandanar&lt;/span&gt; is another whose&lt;br /&gt;body disappeared in blazing light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[July 1st 1936] Bhagavan read out a stanza from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tiruvachakam&lt;/span&gt; which is an address to the mind, saying, &lt;br /&gt;‘O humming bee [namely, mind]! Why do you take the pains of collecting tiny specks of honey from innumerable flowers? There is one from whom you can have the whole storehouse of honey by simply thinking or seeing or speaking of Him. Get within and hum to Him [hrimkara].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do not sip the nectar, &lt;br /&gt;tiny as a millet seed  &lt;br /&gt;found in any flower, &lt;br /&gt;but speed to that mystic dancer  &lt;br /&gt;and hum the praise of Him, King Bee, &lt;br /&gt;He who, whenever we think of Him, &lt;br /&gt;whenever we behold Him, &lt;br /&gt;whenever we speak of Him, &lt;br /&gt;perpetually pours forth the honeyed bliss&lt;br /&gt;that melts all our bones to the core.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114415752530386680?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114415752530386680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114415752530386680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114415752530386680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114415752530386680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/04/bhakti-melting-flesh-and-bone.html' title='Bhakti melting flesh and bone'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114378315128754890</id><published>2006-03-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:32:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purifying the mind</title><content type='html'>Jan 22, 1937, Talks 337:&lt;br /&gt;Mr K V R Iyer: How is the mind to be purified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bhagavan:&lt;/b&gt; The sastras say: "By karma, bhakti and so on.". My attendant asked the same question once before and was told, "By &lt;em&gt;karma&lt;/em&gt; dedicated to God". It is not enough that one thinks of God while doing  the karma, but one must continually and unceasingly think of Him. Then alone will the mind become pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 12, 1937, Talks 325:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rama Sastri from Guntur district composed 8 slokas on Sri Bhagavan and read them out with feeling. The sastri then prayed for guidance, " ... the affairs of the world are distracting me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bhagavan:&lt;/b&gt; Think of Bhagavan. How will the affairs of the world distract Him? You and they (the affairs) are in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalki.benegal.org/meditation"&gt;Meditation Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bhagavansharanam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bhagavan Ramanam Sharanam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114378315128754890?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114378315128754890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114378315128754890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114378315128754890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114378315128754890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/03/purifying-mind.html' title='Purifying the mind'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114067917966561365</id><published>2006-02-22T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:19:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you may be, you cannot leave ME (March 10, 1938)</title><content type='html'>You do not go anywhere away from the Presence as you imagine. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Presence is everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. The body moves from place to place; yet it does not leave the one Presence. So no one can be out of sight of the Supreme Presence. Since you identify one body with Sri Bhagavan and another body with yourself, you find two separate entities and speak of going away from here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wherever you may be, you cannot leave ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate it: The pictures move on the screen in a cinema show; but does the screen itself move? No. The Presence is the screen: you, I, and others are the pictures. The individuals may move but not the Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RamanaMaharshi" rel="tag"&gt;RamanaMaharshi&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com"&gt;acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also: &lt;a href="http://kalki.benegal.org/you_cannot_leave_me"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114067917966561365?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114067917966561365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114067917966561365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114067917966561365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114067917966561365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/wherever-you-may-be-you-cannot-leave.html' title='Wherever you may be, you cannot leave ME (March 10, 1938)'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114058406260156993</id><published>2006-02-21T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:54:22.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Thou (Jan 10, 1939)</title><content type='html'>A certain lady was singing a devotional song. It said among other things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“You are my father and my mother, &lt;br /&gt;You are my friend and companion, &lt;br /&gt;You are knowledge and wealth&lt;br /&gt;You are everything, You are God,” and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Bhagavan remarked with a smile, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Yes, Yes, You are this, that and everything except ‘I’. Why not say ‘I am You’ and finish it?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RamanaMaharshi" rel="tag"&gt;RamanaMaharshi&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com"&gt;acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114058406260156993?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114058406260156993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114058406260156993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114058406260156993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114058406260156993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-thou-jan-10-1939.html' title='I Am Thou (Jan 10, 1939)'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-114058342048340305</id><published>2006-02-21T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:43:40.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guru is within (August 17, 1938)</title><content type='html'>The Master is not outside you as you seem to imagine. He is within you, is in fact the Self. Recognize this truth. Seek within you and find Him there. Then you will have constant communion with Him. The message is always there; it is never silent; it can never forsake you; nor can you ever move away from the Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is outgoing. Because of this tendency it sees objects as being outside and the Master among them. But the truth is different. The Master is the Self. Turn the mind within and you will find the objects within. You will also realize that it is the Master who is your very Self and there is nothing but Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you identify yourself with the body, you have accepted objects as being outside you. But are you the body? You are not. You are the Self. _&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt;_ are all the objects and the whole universe. Nothing can escape the Self. How then can you move away from your Master who is your very Self? Similarly you can never be without the Master.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Is there any moment when you have not realized the Self? Can you ever be apart from the Self? You are always That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 1938 (p 504)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-114058342048340305?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/114058342048340305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=114058342048340305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114058342048340305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/114058342048340305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/guru-is-within-august-17-1938.html' title='The Guru is within (August 17, 1938)'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-113956519265091987</id><published>2006-02-10T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:01:19.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up 'I am the body-mind'</title><content type='html'>The Self alone exists and it can be directly and consciously experienced merely by ceasing to pay attention to the wrong ideas we have about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal misperception is the 'I am the body-mind' idea. As soon as one stops imagining oneself as an individual, attached to a body, the whole superstructure of wrong ideas collapses and is replaced by a conscious and permanent awareness of the real Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The false identification must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization is nothing to be gained afresh; it is already there. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All that is necessary is to get rid of the thought 'I have not realized'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RamanaMaharshi" rel="tag"&gt;RamanaMaharshi&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com"&gt;acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-113956519265091987?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/113956519265091987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=113956519265091987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956519265091987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956519265091987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/give-up-i-am-body-mind.html' title='Give up &apos;I am the body-mind&apos;'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-113956472515428045</id><published>2006-02-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:45:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is self-realization</title><content type='html'>The state of Self-realization as we call it, is not attaining something new or reaching some goal which is far away, but simply being that which you always are and which you always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is needed is that you give up your realization of the not-true as true. All of us are regarding as real that which is not real. We have only to give up this practice on our part. Then we shall realize the Self as the Self, in other words, 'Be the Self'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-113956472515428045?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/113956472515428045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=113956472515428045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956472515428045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956472515428045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-self-realization.html' title='What is self-realization'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-113956423302758246</id><published>2006-02-10T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:37:13.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self is Reality</title><content type='html'>That in which all these worlds seems to exist steadily,&lt;br /&gt;that of which all these worlds are a possession,&lt;br /&gt;that from which all these worlds rise,&lt;br /&gt;that for which all these exist,&lt;br /&gt;that by which all these worlds come into existence,&lt;br /&gt;and that which is indeed all these --&lt;br /&gt;that alone is the existing reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us cherish that Self, which is reality, in the Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-113956423302758246?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/113956423302758246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=113956423302758246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956423302758246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113956423302758246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-is-reality.html' title='The Self is Reality'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234949.post-113955772919775021</id><published>2006-02-09T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:55:09.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>This blog will contain some salient teachings and quotations of &lt;a href="http://ramana-maharshi.org/page1.htm"&gt;Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RamanaMaharshi" rel="tag"&gt;RamanaMaharshi&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/God" rel="tag"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://acalayoga.blogspot.com" rel="tag"&gt;Acalayoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 10, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22234949-113955772919775021?l=bhagavanramana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/feeds/113955772919775021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22234949&amp;postID=113955772919775021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113955772919775021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22234949/posts/default/113955772919775021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagavanramana.blogspot.com/2006/02/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>ananda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07070080721099811920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CY3P9-yiKUk/R5Ng8oHFODI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bwPGsttBbl8/S220/arunachalaimage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
