Rama Sakti Mission

 – Smt.K.Vimala Nanjappa

I had not heard about Divine Mother till 1958. It is really my fortune that no sooner I came to know about her, she entered into my life. She works changes in her destined devotees and disciples, to bring them nearer to her, with increased faith in the divine sakthi.

For a very long time, I was suffering from acute stomach pain, which could not be cure at Mercara, in spite of the best medical attention. So I was taken by my husband to Bangalore, where I was advised to undergo a major operation. The operation was over and I returned to Mercara. But I was no better. My condition had worsened.

One day I was very serious and my husband had lost all hopes of my survival. I was shifted to the Civil Hospital, Mercara, where I was advised to undergo one more operation. My mother, who was attending on me in the hospital, told me that regular Bhajans are being conducted by Sree Rama Devi Bhakta Mandali in Mercara and that I should determine to attend a bhajan and offer a pooja there on my getting completely cured. Meanwhile, one staff nurse, who is a staunch devotee of the Divine Mother, came to my room to give me medicine. Seeing her my mother told me that the nurse is also attending the Bhajans. When the nurse heard this, she too began to talk about the Divine Mother and impressed upon me about the sakthi of the Divine Mother. After about 15 minutes she left the room on duty. To my great surprise, no sooner had she left the room, I felt completely relieved of all my pain. My curiosity to know more and more about this great Sakthi increased. Next time when the nurse came to my room I got more information about the Mother. The kind nurse, the true devotee of the Divine Mother, used to come often to my room to talk about the greatness of the Divine Mother.

After three days I was taken to the operation theatre to undergo another operation. The doctor once again examined me and to my surprise they told me that the operation was not at all necessary and that I would be discharged from the hospital within a week. The nurse had taken me, in spirit, though not bodily, very near the Mother. I was getting better and better day by day. I was not taking any medicine that was prescribed for me in the hospital. Talking about Mother, hearing about Mother and thinking about Mother were my medicines.

On the fourth day of my discharge from the hospital, accompanied by my mother, I went to Smt. Shantakka’s house, with fruits and flowers as offerings to Divine Mother. There was no bhajan on that day. But when the fruits and flowers were placed before Divine Mother’s Photo as offering by me, a flower dropped down from Divine Mother’s photo. Smt. Shantakka assured me that it was a sign of Divine Mother’s grace and I was going to be perfectly alright soon.

A few days after this, suddenly on one day, I became seriously ill. My husband and children gathered round me in a sorrowful mood. Seeing the plight of my husband and children, suddenly I uttered the words ‘ Oh Sadguru Mata.’ To the surprise of my husband, within a few minutes I was completely alright. Seeing this my husband was convinced about the Sakthi of the Divine Mother and he himself advised me to attend the bhajans regularly. He was not allowing me to go for Bhajans, before this, to prevent strain on my weak body and because the bhajan hall is two miles away from my house. I was overjoyed at his change.

 – Kumari Jyoti K Hirani

O Love! I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.

Twenty-fourth day of November 1957 is indeed the most memorable and fortunate day in my life, for on that day I saw Mother for the first time, and a new chapter of my life was begun. On that day, my parents and I were, by some mysterious power, taken to Arya Krida Mandal Hall at Thana. In the morning we had read in the Sunday Edition of the Sindhi paper “ Hindwasi ” that there was to be on that day a bhajan of Sri Rama Devi Bhaktha Mandali where Sri Rama Devi would also be present. We had not seen, heard or known her before.

I belong to a family, the members of which were not accustomed to attend bhajans or discourses by any person anywhere. But on that day, as I have said before, some irresistible power attracted us to the hall. When we entered it, we found it already packed with men, women and children and there was no room for us even to stand. But a brother devotee who happened to be with us at that time took my aged father by hand and the rest of us followed him. He got us seated in the front row.

I then looked at the platform. Mother was not there and I learnt that there was still some time for her to come. But I saw seated there the sisters of our Bhaktha Mandali whom I did not know at that time. They were wearing sarees of saffron colour, generally worn by sannyasinis. So I thought Mother also must be a sannyasini. But when she came and sat on the sofa placed for her on the platform, to my surprise I saw instead of a sannyasini, a very sweet, extraordinarily handsome Devi. Her face shone with beauty divine, and from her eyes radiated love.

It is but natural that different people, with different outlook and inclinations and different temperaments, should see Mother in different aspects. But the aspect of Mother I have seen which some others also have seen-and of which I write is that of love-love sweet and bliss-bestowing. She is an ocean of love, boundless and limitless-deep, majestic and infinite. Her intense spirituality, absolute purity, overflowing love and life of self-abnegation provide lessons for all who seek the way of God. I rush to her lotus feet, bow my head in deep reverence and feel quite gratified when I place a garland of flowers round her neck and wait for her to bestow a glance and a smile on me. It makes no difference to me, whether I understand her words or not. Only to see her, feel the radiance, the presence, the love and the bliss, is what matters to me, and in return all that I can offer her is my devotion, and that, she will never reject.

She is accessible to all irrespective of caste or creed, be he or she worldly or other-worldly. When one sits at her lotus feet in silence, one feels a certain joy-not the joy which we get when our desires are fulfilled, but the joy of pure and sublime love, which cannot be expressed in words. This is not only my experience but also the experience of many others. I know of a devotee who always used to be present when Mother gave discourses. He sat near her in silence. One day our beloved Mother asked him if he did not feel tired by sitting for so long, particularly as he could not understand her discourses as the language in which she spoke was foreign to him. He said “ Mother, I do not get tired ; on the contrary by sitting at your lotus feet I get joy, the like of which I will not get from discourses, even if I understood them”.

Many worship her as an avatar of para sakti. Some regard her as a Jeevana-mukta, a liberated and illumined soul, having attained that state by sadhana or yoga. I do not know. I leave it to those who are well learned and have philosophical bent of mind, to speak on it, if they are so inclined. But I, who have got no load of such learning in my head, take her as an avatar of Love and Love only.

 – Mrs. Amba Nayak (1961)

Of all births the human birth is the best. It accrues as the fruit of well-earned merits in previous lives. Human intellect alone is capable of diving into the secrets of nature and the mystery of creation.

Thus man is endowed with intelligence which can lead him to liberation through righteous conduct. The unerring sense of the righteous in conduct can be instilled only by sadguru. Sadguru is God in manifestation and has to be followed with unswerving devotion. It is difficult to find the sadhaka with the rare quality of devotion. The attributeless, supreme, self-manifesting itself, in a human body, is a great blessing to humanity.

By intuition alone, the fullness and the perfection that is God will be understood. It is the grace of God which makes possible for man to see God’s manifested divinity in the sadguru. It is by bestowing peace and solace that sadguru is bringing about the restoration of dharma in the world. In order to accomplish the establishment of dharma with the tenderness of maternal love, Mother has appeared as sadguru. In order to strengthen the intuitive perceptions for the realization of the supreme, surrender to the spiritual guidance of sadguru is enjoined, in all systems of discipline, since ancient times.

The mother of the universe is herself today among us as sadguru, to confer upon us intuitive apprehension of the nature of truth, and intellectual illumination, which erudition cannot by itself achieve. In this incarnation of divine mother as sadguru there is immense significance of the universality of a love, for which can exist no distinctions, predicated upon considerations like, the scholar and the ignorant, the fortunate and the fallen.

I was the victim of shattering misfortunes and have known the harrowing grief of successive bereavements in the loss of my husband and my son. Their deaths not only withdrew from me prop and support of existence, but also, deprived me of every joy and solace. A lonely soul, having nothing to live for, I was groping in destitution and sorrow. Who but the mother of the universe can bring peace to desolate hearts like mine; eradicate suffering altogether, by enlightenment, which is at once so potent and so profound?

As a result of misfortunes I was in agony. A sense of futility drove me to despair, and in a fit of dejection, I reached the point of terminating a miserable existence. I was in a state of mental collapse and physical exhaustion. My wandering gaze was, however, attracted by a photograph of Mother in a prayer hall in a village of Kallur on the occasion of a bhajan by certain disciples. The more I gazed, the more interested I became in the picture. The captivation of my heart was so complete that I was not aware of the passage of time during the bhajan.

The contemplation of the picture afforded consolation. Its recollection helped to soothe my grief and contributed to a gradual migration of my sorrow. What I learnt about Mother from one of her disciples was encouraging, that she was a refuge of the afflicted. The fascination for her, increased with the passage of days. In mind, the picture stood-out, as that of the visible incarnation of the supreme being. My recollections of the picture increased the intensity of my yearning for actual darsan. I learnt that she was to be at Udipi for a bhajan. To Udipi I went. Soon after commencement of the bhajan, she appeared. I thought I was vouchsafed the darsan of Sri Krishna. In form and features, the correspondence appeared to be complete. I witnessed the loveliness of Sri Krishna; the tender beauty; the seductive charm; the enchanting smile; the intoxicating aroma of Krishna prem. A bhajan like this with its fervour heightened by discourse was first in my experience.

The darsan effected in me a transformation. In my receptivity to spiritualizing impressions, and in my response to Mother’s universal love, I sensed a new consciousness. When later I became her initiated disciple, I was started upon a new life, no more to be rippled by grief or ruptured by bereavements. In her instructions to the disciples, there is indoctrination as to duties. In the actual initiation ceremony, there is transmission of power, for meditation upon supreme reality. Thus there is a confluence of forces in her discipline, namely, the impact of imparted instructions, and the inspiration from transmitted experience. I am one who has been benefited by the resurrecting potency of her initiation and teaching. My life is an exemplification of the transmuting quality of her wonderful prem.

 – SMT.L.D.PAI

My mind goes back to the momentous year 1947. As it was a year of national importance, so was it of personal significance to me since it was the year when I came into contact with Sadguru Sri Ramadevi. My life was beset with trials and tribulations. From my agonized life, faith in God was ebbing away.

It was at that time that I happened to hear about Mother. Longing to have darsan I was not bold enough to seek the permission of my husband to go to Mother. He generally did not favour the idea of my going out for bhajans.

I resorted to silent prayer. One fine morning, to my surprise my husband himself asked me to go to Mother and told me that I might find peace. My faith in divine mercy returned to me.

As soon as I was in the bhajan hall in the house of the Mother, fragrance greeted me. Surrounded by devotees sat Mother in holy communion. The majesty of the presence connoted divinity.

From that day my affinity for Mother grew. She brought about a radical change in my life, seeing which, my husband was greatly surprised. My husband took ill owing to nervous breakdown. In a state of agony I wept and prayed before the photo of Mother. “ O refuge of the miserable, the protector of devotees, desert me not.”

The gate of my house was heard being opened. It was Mother who was approaching. Smiling she walked straight-away into our house. She did not remain for long. She blessed my husband and assured relief. That was enough. There was no more cause of grief. Within a few days my husband recovered. It was a wonder to medical men who were treating him.