In Woods of God - Realization Vol.5

In Woods of God - Realization Vol.5
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In Woods of God – Realization Volume 5 Swami Rama Tirtha Pratishthan Plu # 0291 $10 Eternal Bliss or Anand O, you reader of this article! Please remember those days, when you were a lovely baby and your happiness was confined to the lap of your mother only. Beautiful ladies loved you and were keen to take you in their arms, but you had fondness only for your mother. You, then, loved to hide your charming face under the garments of your mother. The king wanted to kiss you, the magistrate was anxious to caress you with affection, but you never cared for them. You were not even inclined to look at them. As a matter of fact, your only work was to spoil the clothes of the rosy cheeked ladies and of the rich persons who fondled you. You had no respect and consideration even for the highly educated persons. You regarded even the valuable books worthly only of being torn away. Well! How happy and carefree were you, during those days? All were enamoured of you. The brothers and sisters were ever ready to make any sacrifice for you. You were beloved of your father and dearest to your mother. You were then absolutely unmindful even of your own necessities. It has been truly said: “Heaven dwells with us in infancy.” This is the period, when there is no thinking, either of this or of that. There is neither God for you nor His creation, neither mine nor thine, neither good or evil and neither manners nor arrogance. The attractive charms of the beautiful and delicate ladies have no fascination for you, and the glamour and the glory of this world are meaningless to you. Blessed are those who have, like a child, attained freedom from dualism and become Knowledge incarnate, after crossing the hurdles of all the stages, since their childhood. It is aptly said that: “The purpose of life in the end was the same as it was in the beginning.” O dear one! Please remember that though these great souls appear to be simple and innocent, they are so fearless as to jump on the chest of God Himself. Like a child, they are not afraid of any body. They lightly handle even Indra and other gods. Brahman and others are enthusiastically devoted to them. But mark their indifference! They do not care to take any notice of them. All the four Vedas sing hymns in their praise. After some time, the same child shifts his centre of happiness. Now he takes delight only in toys. Even the dear mother is forgotten, nothing to speak of knowledge, art, wealth, or greatness; these are meaningless to him. After a lapse of a few years, his happiness is centered upon books. Now, he has no enthusiasm for play or games with dolls and toys. He does not care for his mother, nor for any charming thing nor any tamasha or entertainment. After his studies, he gets some employment, and then his happiness rest upon wealth. Now he does not relish any music other than that of the tinkling coin. There is no job more important than the accumulation of wealth. After the accumulation of dead wealth, he gets busy in living up to the pleasure of his beloved wife. The money, which was previously dearer to him than anything else, is then sacrificed to please his better-half. Now, the seat of happiness is further shifted from wealth to his dear wife, who becomes all in all to him. To obey her or to act in submission to her will, expressed in curtain-exchanges in the loneliness of night, has become the main source of his enjoyment and happiness. This is not enough and is not the end. He moves further. The husband and wife are now anxious to have a baby. When will they have a baby in their home? The husband is now consulting the doctors and other well-wishers. The wife is also in search of amulets, saints, and priests who may bless her with a baby. They have wealth, jewelry, land and all the worldly comforts, but they lack only one thing, without which all the pleasures become meaningless. Eventually, by the grace of God, they are blessed with a baby. They are overwhelmed with joy. The baby is the only center of entertainment in the house, the very life of the family. They can not endure his separation even for a single moment. While working in the office, the baby is, as if, mirrored before the very eyes of the father. He is the final fruit of their domestic love. The mother does not kiss the child, but licks him like a cow. He is the soul of her own soul. He is every thing to her. The love and affection of the grandmother is beyond description. In the words of an Indian poet: “There is no wealth better than a son. There is no comfort better than the affection of a son. There is no pleasure better than the sacred fruit of love. There is no smell more pleasant Other than that of a beautiful rose(a son). This(the son) has been the only panacea For centuries for broken hearts. He is a sweet smelling flower, happiness And the very soul of a man. The son is the comfort and the mental peace of the parents.” During adversity of life, the son is the sweet hope and inspiration. He is like blood in the body, and the sight in the eyes. The son is also the sustaining strength in old age. The son soothes the hearts and acts as a tonic to the parents. He gives strength to them and also peace to their souls. He is the panacea for them. When the baby grows a little older, he hides his face hehind his mother’s garments and says to his father in a lisping utterance, “Papa, look at me.” Those innocent words of the baby win the hearts of the parents and they are exhilarated. For an ordinary worldly man, this is the highest rung of the ladder of happiness. This is a common phenomenon. If you examine carefully, you will admit that, after this stage, the sun of happiness of a man starts going down, and the child no longer remains the object of merriment for his parents. He now needs their guidance. The perants are no more animated at the sight of the child. Now they have also to administer him stern warning from time to time for his negligence. They boy no more excites spontaneous happiness. He sometimes becomes a cause of their worries. His welfare becomes the main concern of the parents. This observation proves that our gentleman has travelled through the journey of happiness and has now reached its top. But we have nothing to do with the gentleman. We are here to write the life-history of ‘Happiness.’ How does it change its forms? How, why, where and when did it shift its speres-behind the garments of the mother, in the toys and games, in the pages of the story books, in the accumulation of gold, in the enjoyment of the beloved, in the kisses and embraces of the charming wife and in the smiling red lips of his own loving baby? O, Happiness! Do you really reside in these spheres?
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