HORSES IN COWSHED!

THE instruction of a man who has not seen God
does not produce the right effect. He may say one
thing rightly, but he becomes confused about the
next.
Samadhyayi* delivered a lecture. He said, “God is
beyond words and mind; He is dry. Worship Him
through the bliss of your love and devotion.” Just
see, he thus described God, Whose very nature is
Joy and Bliss! What will such a lecture accomplish?
Can it teach people anything? Such a lecturer is like
the man who said, “My uncle’s cowshed is full of
horses.” Horses in cowshed! From that you
understand that there were no horses at all.
(…. Nor cows either!)

* A leader of the Brahmo Samaj

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WHAT OCCULT POWERS ARE LIKE

HRIDAY asked me—I was then under his control
to pray to the Divine Mother for (occult) powers. I
went to the temple. In a vision I saw a widow thirty
or thirty five years old, covered with filth. It was
revealed to me that occult powers are like that filth.
I became angry with Hriday because he had asked
me to pray for powers.

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WELCOME GOOD, AND EVIL WELCOMES YOU

A BRAHMANA was laying out a garden. He
looked after it day and night. One day a cow
strayed into the garden and browsed on a mango
sapling of which the brahmana used to take special
care. When he saw the cow destroying his favourite
plant, the brahmana became wild with rage, and
gave such a severe beating to the animal that it died
of the injuries received. The news soon spread like
wild-fire that the brahmana had killed the sacred
animal. When any one attributed the sin of that act
to him, the brahmana, who professed himself to be
a Vedantin, denied the charge, saying: ‘”No, 1 have
not killed the cow; it is my hand that had done it;
and as god Indra is the presiding deity of the hand,
it is he who has incurred the sin of killing the cow,
not I.” Indra, in his heaven, heard of this. He
assumed the shape of an old brahmana, and
coming to the owner of the garden, said, “Sir,
whose garden is this?”
Brahmana: Mine.
Indra: It is a beautiful garden. You have got a
skillful gardener; for see how neatly and artistically
he has planted the trees.
Brahmana: Well, sir, this is all my work. The trees
were planted under my personal supervision and
direction.
Indra: Very nicely done, indeed! Who has laid out
this path? It is very well-planned and neatly
executed.
Brahmana: All that has been done by me.
Then Indra said with folded hands, “When all these
things are yours, and when you take credit for all
the work done in this garden, it is not proper that
poor Indra should be made responsible for killing
the cow.”

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FEIGNING MADNESS TOO IS RISKY!

A CERTAIN person, deeply involved in debt,
feigned madness to escape the consequences of his
liabilities. Physicians failed to cure his disease, and
the more he was treated for his ailments the greater
became his madness. At last a wise physician found
out the truth, and, taking the feigning mad man
aside, rebuked him saying: “My friend, what are
you doing? Beware lest in feigning madness you
become really mad. Already you have developed
some genuine signs of insanity.” This sensible
advice awoke the man from his folly, and he left
off acting the part of a mad man.
By constantly acting a thing, one actually becomes
that.

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SHE IS SO WELL OFF!

PEOPLE with little occult power gain such things
as name and fame. Many of them want to follow
the profession of a guru, gain people’s recognition,
and make disciples and devotees. Men say of such
a guru: “Ah, lie is having a wonderful time. How
many people visit him! He has many disciples and
followers. His house is overflowing with furniture
and other things, People give him presents. He has
such power that he can feed many people if he so
desires.”
The profession of a teacher is like that of a
prostitute. It is the selling of oneself for the trifle
of money, honor, and creature comforts. For
such insignificant things it is not good to prostitute
the body, mind and soul, the means by which one
can attain God. A man said about a certain woman:
“Ah! She is having a grand time now. She is so well
off! She has rented a room and furnished it with a
couch, a mat, pillows, and many other things. And
how many people she controls! They are always
visiting her.” In other words, the woman has now
become a prostitute. Therefore her happiness is
unbounded! Formerly she was a maid-servant in a

gentleman’s house; now she is a prostitute. She has
ruined herself for a mere trifle.

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AS ONE THINKS, SO ONE RECEIVES

A MAGICIAN was showing his tricks before a
king. Now and then he exclaimed: “Come
confusion! Come delusion! O King, give me
money! Give me clothes!” Suddenly his tongue
turned upward and clove to the roof of his mouth.
He experienced kumbhaka. He could utter neither
word nor sound, and became motionless. People
thought he was dead. They built a vault of bricks
and buried him there in that posture. After a
thousand years someone dug into the vault. Inside
it people found a man seated in samadhi. They
took him for a holy man and worshipped him.
When they shook him his tongue was loosened and
regained its normal position. The magician became
conscious of the outer world and cried, as he had a
thousand years before: “Come confusion! Come
delusion! O King, give me money! Give me
clothes!”
God is the Kalpataru, the wish-fulfilling tree. You
will certainly get whatever you ask of him. But you
must pray standing near the Kalpataru. Only then
will your prayer be fulfilled. But you must
remember another thing. God knows our inner
feeling. A man gets the fulfilment of the desire he
cherishes while practising sadhana. As one thinks,
so one receives.

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FOR MAN PROPOSES AND GOD DISPOSES

THE Master (to Pratab Chandra Mazumdar *):
“You are an educated and intelligent man, and
you are a deep thinker too. Keshab and yourself
were like the two brothers, Gour and Nitai. You
have had enough of this world—enough of
lectures, controversies, schisms, and the rest. Do
you still care for them? Now it is high time for you
to collect your scattered mind and turn it towards
God. Plunge into the ocean of Divinity.”
Mazumdar: “Yes, revered sir, that 1 ought to do;
there is no doubt about it. But all this I do simply
to preserve Keshab’s name and reputation.”
Sri Ramakrishna (smiling): “Let me tell you a story.
A man built a house on a hill. It was only a mud
hut, but he had built it with great labour. A few
days after, there came a violent storm and the hut
began to rock. The man became very anxious to
save it and prayed to the god of winds:’O god of the winds, please don’t wreck the house!
But the god of the winds paid no heed to his
prayers. The house was about to crash. Then he
thought of a trick. He remembered that Hanuman
was the son of the god of the winds. At once he
cried out with great earnestness: ‘O revered sir,
please don’t pull down the house. It belongs to
Hamiman. I beseech you to protect it.’ But still the
house continued to shake violently. Nobody
seemed to listen to his prayer. He repeated many
times, ‘Oh, this house belongs to Hanuman!’ But
the fury of the winds did not abate. Then he
remembered that Harm man was the devoted
servant of Rama, whose younger brother was
Lakshmana. Desperately the man cried, saying
aloud, ‘Oh, this house belongs to Lakshmana!’ But
that also failed to help matters. So the man cried
out as a last resort: ‘This is Rama’s house. Don’t
break it down, O god of winds!
I beseech you most humbly.’ But this proved futile,
and the house began to crash down. Whereupon
the man who had to save his own life, rushed out
of it with a curse: ‘Let it go! This is devil’s own
house!'”

You may now be anxious to preserve Keshab’s
name: but console yourself with the thought, it was
after all owing to God’s Will that the religious
movement connected with his name was set on
foot, and that if the movement has had its day, it is
also due to that same Divine Will. Therefore dive
deep into the sea of Immortality.”

*
A celebrated Brahmo Samaj leader

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THE PANDIT WHO COULD NOT SWIM

Once, several men were crossing the Ganges in a
boat. One of them, a pandit, was making a great
display of his erudition, saying that he had studied
various books—the Vedas, the Vedanta, and the
six systems of philosophy. He asked a fellow
passenger, “Do you know the Vedanta?” “No,
revered sir.” “The Samkhya and the Patanjala?”
“No, revered sir.” “Have you read no philosophy
whatsoever?” “No, revered sir.” The pandit was
talking in this vain way and the passenger sitting in
silence when a great storm arose and the boat was
about to sink. The passenger said to the pandit,
“Sir, can you swim?” “No”, replied the pandit. The
passenger said, “1 don’t know Samkhya or the
Patanjala, but I can swim.”
What will a man gain by knowing many scriptures?
The one thing needful is to know how to cross the
river of the world. God alone is real, and all else is
illusory.

Once, several men were crossing the Ganges in a

boat. One of them, a pandit, was making a great

display of his erudition, saying that he had studied

various books—the Vedas, the Vedanta, and the

six systems of philosophy. He asked a fellow

passenger, “Do you know the Vedanta?” “No,

revered sir.” “The Samkhya and the Patanjala?”

“No, revered sir.” “Have you read no philosophy

whatsoever?” “No, revered sir.” The pandit was

talking in this vain way and the passenger sitting in

silence when a great storm arose and the boat was

about to sink. The passenger said to the pandit,

“Sir, can you swim?” “No”, replied the pandit. The

passenger said, “1 don’t know Samkhya or the

Patanjala, but I can swim.”

What will a man gain by knowing many scriptures?

The one thing needful is to know how to cross the

river of the world. God alone is real, and all else is

illusory.

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FOR MAN PROPOSES AND GOD DISPOSES

THE Master (to Pratab Chandra Mazumdar14):
“You are an educated and intelligent man, and
you are a deep thinker too. Keshab and yourself
were like the two brothers, Gour and Nitai. You
have had enough of this world—enough of
lectures, controversies, schisms, and the rest. Do
you still care for them? Now it is high time for you
to collect your scattered mind and turn it towards
God. Plunge into the ocean of Divinity.”
Mazumdar: “Yes, revered sir, that 1 ought to do;
there is no doubt about it. But all this I do simply
to preserve Keshab’s name and reputation.”
Sri Ramakrishna (smiling): “Let me tell you a story.
A man built a house on a hill. It was only a mud
hut, but he had built it with great labour. A few
days after, there came a violent storm and the hut
began to rock. The man became very anxious to
save it and prayed to the god of winds:

THE Master (to Pratab Chandra Mazumdar14):

“You are an educated and intelligent man, and

you are a deep thinker too. Keshab and yourself

were like the two brothers, Gour and Nitai. You

have had enough of this world—enough of

lectures, controversies, schisms, and the rest. Do

you still care for them? Now it is high time for you

to collect your scattered mind and turn it towards

God. Plunge into the ocean of Divinity.”

Mazumdar: “Yes, revered sir, that 1 ought to do;

there is no doubt about it. But all this I do simply

to preserve Keshab’s name and reputation.”

Sri Ramakrishna (smiling): “Let me tell you a story.

A man built a house on a hill. It was only a mud

hut, but he had built it with great labour. A few

days after, there came a violent storm and the hut

began to rock. The man became very anxious to

save it and prayed to the god of winds:

‘O god of the winds, please don’t wreck the house!

But the god of the winds paid no heed to his

prayers. The house was about to crash. Then he

thought of a trick. He remembered that Hanuman

was the son of the god of the winds. At once he

cried out with great earnestness: ‘O revered sir,

please don’t pull down the house. It belongs to

Hamiman. I beseech you to protect it.’ But still the

house continued to shake violently. Nobody

seemed to listen to his prayer. He repeated many

times, ‘Oh, this house belongs to Hanuman!’ But

the fury of the winds did not abate. Then he

remembered that Harm man was the devoted

servant of Rama, whose younger brother was

Lakshmana. Desperately the man cried, saying

aloud, ‘Oh, this house belongs to Lakshmana!’ But

that also failed to help matters. So the man cried

out as a last resort: ‘This is Rama’s house. Don’t

break it down, O god of winds!

I beseech you most humbly.’ But this proved futile,

and the house began to crash down. Whereupon

the man who had to save his own life, rushed out

of it with a curse: ‘Let it go! This is devil’s own

house!'”

You may now be anxious to preserve Keshab’s

name: but console yourself with the thought, it was

after all owing to God’s Will that the religious

movement connected with his name was set on

foot, and that if the movement has had its day, it is

also due to that same Divine Will. Therefore dive

deep into the sea of Immortality.”

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Pitfalls: A SIDDHA STOPS THE STORM

Once, a great Siddha was sitting on the sea-shore
when there came a great storm. The Siddha, being
greatly distressed by it, exclaimed, “Let the storm
cease!” and his words were fulfilled. Just then a
ship was going at a distance with all sails set, and as
the wind suddenly died away, it capsized, drowning
all who were on board the ship.
Now the sin of causing the death of so many
persons accrued to the Siddha, and for this reason
he lost all his occult powers and had to suffer in
purgatory.

Once, a great Siddha was sitting on the sea-shore

when there came a great storm. The Siddha, being

greatly distressed by it, exclaimed, “Let the storm

cease!” and his words were fulfilled. Just then a

ship was going at a distance with all sails set, and as

the wind suddenly died away, it capsized, drowning

all who were on board the ship.

Now the sin of causing the death of so many

persons accrued to the Siddha, and for this reason

he lost all his occult powers and had to suffer in

purgatory.

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