84. Swami Ramdas. Part three
One day they arrived at the temple of Jagannath( human
incarnation of God Vishnu ) in Puri ( see blog 5 ). There was a great crowd of
pilgrims at the entrance, pushing and shoving each other. Entrance was
impossible. Ramdas said “ Oh Ram , how can your poor slave have Your darshan ( a term used for seeing a great
person or an idol of some deity ). Sri Jagannath murti (statue ) was inside the
temple.
Suddenly a tall stout Brahmin, standing at the entrance,
came to Ramdas, took him by the arm, and using all his strength, forced his way
through the crowd, and took him inside. Soon he was standing by the big idol of
Lord Jagannath. He was shown the temple. All this time Ramdas was filled with ecstasy,
tears flowing down his face. At the end Ramdas asked the Brahmin priest, that
why, he, a poor nobody, was chosen by him. He replied, that only Lord Jagannath
knows the answer. When he saw Ramdas a sudden desire impelled him to take
Ramdas inside.
In Kalighat (near
Calcutta ), there was a big image of goddess Kali in black stone, with big red
tongue hanging out of her mouth. Tears flowing, Ramdas asked the Mother of the
Universe to have mercy on Her humble slave.
They had to spend a night in intense cold. As it was close
to the river, there were lot of mosquitoes.
Sleep was impossible. Sadhu-Ram said that in Tirupati there
was only cold which was relatively bearable, but here one has to contend with
the stings of mosquitoes also.
Ramdas said that the Ram should be praised even more to make
arrangements for them to stay awake and to perform Ram-bhajans. By meditation
Ramdas stayed in a state of unawareness of his body the whole night.
Next he wanted to see
the room where Sri Ramakrishna lived and performed his austerities ( see
blog 19-24 ). As soon as he wished it, a young monk appeared and asked them
whether they wanted to visit the places where the great saint lived few years
ago. Ramdas replied that Ram brought his
humble slave over here for that very reason. As he entered the room, he felt
the electric like air in the room. ( this mote’s Hindu friend felt the same way
when he visited that room ). He went into great ecstasy. Waves of bliss ran
through his body. He lost his body and started rolling on the floor. He was
still rolling half an hour later.
On Ram’s command he spent 8 days in a cave, in solitude. He
would sing loudly Ram-mantram. Birds, squirrels, goats, and bullocks would
listen.
One day he was having discussions with a friend about a
religious movement. That friend supported it while Ramdas opposed it. The
friend became abusive and left. Next day he came, very anxious and agitated. He
was unable to speak!. His throat had choked up. He asked Ramdas for
forgiveness. Ramdas said that it had nothing to do with him, and God never
punishes.
Suddenly, he took hold of Ramdas’s hand and put it on his
throat.
Strangely, his throat cleared, and in a few minutes he was as
good as new.
In the Himalayan tomb of Badrinath, he could not get
entrance into the temple due to the crowd of pilgrims at the door. There was a
smaller side door reserved for the sick. The gatekeeper told Ramdas that he
could go inside if he pretended he was sick. Ramdas said, that he would not
lie. The gatekeeper then changed his
mind and took him inside.
He was directed to visit Ajmer, where there is the tomb of
famous Muslim saint, Moin-ud-din Chishti (see blog 63 ). As he descended from
the train at night, he landed up in sleeping in a corner of the railway
compound. When his nose touched the bare ground, he could smell urine. He slept
in that ground, praising Ram, for showing him his worth. All for his own good
Next day as he was walking in the city, a tall and stout
Muslim approached him and signed him to follow. Ramdas obediently followed . He
took him to the tomb of the great saint. The Muslim friend asked him to kneel
and enlist himself as a chela (
disciple ) of Muhammad ( peace be upon him ). Ramdas did as he was told . He also told the friend that he had always been a chela of Muhammad (peace be upon him )
To be continued
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