Rama Sakti Mission

– Sri N.V.Katti, B.A., B.T.

That our bodies are only a clothing to our souls, and our souls though apparently different, are intrinsically one and the same indivisible Brahman, was one of our experiences at the feet of Mother. When we saw Mother and talked to her, we did not feel we had not seen her before. We felt as if an age-long contact had already existed between us. Mother talked to us as our mothers who gave us births would talk after our long absence from them. “ My children have come from a distance of a thousand miles!” still rings in our ears ; our hearts got mellowed, and the eyes got wet.

We stood before her to get her blessings. We had nothing to offer. We were almost empty-handed. The very emptiness possessed us so much that we felt happy that we had nothing. What does Mother want from us, when she is the embodiment of everything, movable and immovable? When many waited outside for her darsan we had the pleasure of being closeted with her for a long time, and blessed in a special way. But this is only our interpretation. What actually happened was exactly what should have ; and we had the satisfaction that we were on the right path that brought us to the feet of Mother.

One of the six-because we were six in number, was given the special privilege of translating an inspired writing of Mother in the English language. He felt almost exhausted in rendering the same into intelligible Kannada. It was rather surprising to see that the language was so unusually technical and the thoughts metaphysical that his brain failed to grasp the hidden truth in it. But all the while, he was proud of being given a work of worship and his Kannada rendering of the Mother’s writing, though completed, left him vanquished. This is a clear proof that Mother’s thoughts and language are those of the Atman and they do not require to be fabricated into speech.

What does Mother want from us? She wants no money, no presents, no material things. She wants that we should have nothing ours as such. To have anything as our own is to have a feeling of possession, mamkar, and that is bondage. She wants that we should hand over ourselves to her that she may take care of us. Her repeated demands from us were that we should give up anger, that we should give up ahankaar.

Having drunk deep at the fountain-head of Mother’s love and wisdom, we left Mangalore. But we could not leave Mother! She followed us, and she has not left us ever since.

 – Sri M.K.Patwardhana

It was in October 1958 that I first come to know about the Divine Mother from one of her disciples at Dharwar who had attended Mother’s discourses at Bombay. He told us about the various bhavas of the Mother and also about the spiritual power she radiated. But it was just a partial glimpse of the great life lived so silently and unostentatiously. It was not then possible for the aforesaid devotee of Mother to adequately portray her life and give us a comprehensive idea of the unfathomable depth of its richness. He could simply arouse our eagerness to have a darsan of the great soul, for which purpose some of us decided to undertake a pilgrimage to Mangalore soon thereafter.

One day, I was standing before the photo of Mother with her right hand unpraised in blessing. All of a sudden, I felt that a power was pulling me towards Mother. I was so much drawn towards Mother that I longed and almost resolved to visit Mangalore and have her darsan at any rate. Some inner voice assured me that nothing would prevent me from going to Mangalore along with the Dharwar devotees.

The intuitive certainty I felt was fully justified by subsequent events. All my earlier difficulties either faded away or lost their importance, with the result that I could, shortly thereafter, accompany the Dharwar devotees to Mangalore, where we were welcomed at the Sadhana Mandir. The only thing that possessed me all the while was the eagerness to know what Mother looked like, and what she would be, a Sadhu, a Saint, some higher being!

I saw Mother for the first time when she entered the bhajan hall at Mangalore in the evening of one Sunday in April 1959. She looked serene and intoxicated with divine love. A number of devotees were performing bhajan there, having been drawn by the invisible bonds of Mother’s love. Mother took her seat on a couch. Her face was beaming with smile. She then sang in her sweet voice the following bhajan :

“ Come, do come, Oh Nandalal !
Be seated in my heart, Oh giridharlal ! ”

As Mother proceeded with the singing, she became ecstatic and she passed alternately through three modes of divine consciousness. She was in a conscious state when she joined the devotees in the chorus. While singing God’s Name she became partly superconscious in an ecstasy of love for Sree Krishna, and then finally she lost herself in Samadhi in which she became completely oblivious to the outer world. Her body became motionless. Her mind appeared to have gone to another realm. All the devotees in the hall looked at her in great awe and amazement. Some put thick garlands around her neck. It was indeed a divine sight,-Mother sitting motionless, with fragrant garlands adorning her neck, her countenance beaming with love, the golden complexion of her body blending with the colour of her plain white clothes, and the devotees singing in chorus in her majestic presence! This enchanted the eyes of all those who were present. After a long time she came down from Samadhi.

For a long time my mind was humming the following lines from Sri Ekanath’s Bhagawat :-

“ How sweet the melted ghee when it congeals.
So, when the Hidden One his form reveals,
How glad the seeker feels!

“ Dark, dark the far unknown and closed the way
To thought and speech ; silent the scriptures ; yea
No word the Vedas say.

“ Not thus the Manifest. How fair ! How near !
Gone is our thirst if only he appear-
He, to the heart so dear.

“ My eyes, if but a glimpse of the Manifest I get,
Are healed ; escaped am I from out life’s net,
Cancelled my sensual debt.

“ In the lamp’s light all hidden things appear ;
So when I think upon my God so dear
The far-off God is here.”

Superficially her mode of life appeared to be similar to that of others. But in reality, she belonged to an entirely different world. She was always blissful and intoxicated with divine love. At times she was seen at her best. At times she would rise to her spiritual heights to the wonder and amazement of the people around. “ One who has secured Mother’s blessings need not worry about liberation.” “If you always remember Mother that will be enough.” Utterances like these would come from Mother with great force when the disciples were found depressed or wavering. In spite of such utterances she was absolutely free from egotism, and we could see a wonderful mixture of the human and the divine in her. We had heard and read much of Vedanta. But here we saw Vedanta in actual life, as it were. We found that a single utterance which dropped from Mother’s lips could give infinite strength to innumerable persons.

Mother also described to us the various incidents of her sadhana days and the phases of her spiritual realization. She told us about the visions she had of Sri Rama, Sri Krishna, Lord Siva and the Divine Mother. It is generally believed that if one once tastes the bliss of God, his interest in the worldly duties declines and that as his spiritual joy becomes deeper he cannot perform his worldly duties. But Mother told us that in spite of her spiritual achievements she never failed in her duty towards Sri Bhagwan, her husband. By her own example, Mother showed us that the person who properly performed his duties in the world, cherishing at the same time love for the Lotus Feet of God, was really blessed.

In the Divine Mother we could see, with our naked eyes, an incarnation of God-an Ishwarkoti-who was never imprisoned in the world nor entangled by it, who though possessing a human body was always united with the supreme, who though frequently established in samadhi could easily descend to the worldly plane. In Mother we found one to whom knowledge was revelation, one who was not walking in the dim twilight of finite knowledge but had acquired a direct perception of truth in a superconscious state-Samadhi. Her intense hunger for truth, her perception of God as a very near and ever present reality, and her rapturous communion with Lord Krishna produced deep impression on us. Laying aside all vanities of education we become rapt listeners to the revealed knowledge that flowed from the lips of the beloved Mother in states of ecstasy, Ardha Bahiavastha or normal consciousness.

 – Sri M.Sankaranarayana Rao

One of the momentous experiences of my life was on a visit to Mother’s home in Tellicherry at the instance of my elder sister. I was accompanied by my wife. The atmosphere in the house completely captured us.

It was the holy Ashad Ekadasi day, observance of which was marked by a bhajan. At 4 P.M. Mother, in shining raiments, came upstairs and started bhajan. The bhajan increased in tempo and went on with great fervour, in the midst of which, I was thrilled, when Mother took up the refrain “ Radhe govinda.” Mother’s rendering was accompanied by ecstatic movements of her gracious person.

On the wall opposite was hung a portrait of Gouranga Mahaprabhu, with his devotees dancing ecstatically, singing keertans. The divine atmosphere which we experienced was similar to what was depicted in the picture.

It was not only a rare experience for all of us, but some of those who had gathered there began to dance enraptured and some even shed profuse tears of joy. From her ecstasy Mother went into deep samadhi and sat motionless like the statue of Lord Buddha.

In pleasing contrast to her ecstasies in bhajan was the simplicity with which she served refreshments thereafter. The refreshments were not only tasty but full of fragrance. The alacrity with which she came forward to dry our washed hands showed her humility. She made us feel that we were known to her previously.

While leaving the house that day, an irresistible power made me prostrate before Mother and Bhagawan. She came with us up to the main entrance and said : “ Let there be love. Do not forget. Come again.” These words of Mother were often ringing in our ears.

This whole experience was revolving in our minds after our return home. Two days after the first darshan, when we were conversing about her, in our house, fourteen miles away from Tellicherry, the fragrance of sandal and camphor which we experienced on that day of our memorable visit to Mother’s home, filled the entire room where we were sitting.

We went to Tellicherry for the second time a few days later. During sankirtan, we saw Mother in Krishna Bhava, inferable from her attitude and gesture of playing the mystic flute. In that mood she moved towards the pooja room the doors of which were closed by means of a chain, mysteriously opened by themselves, before our own eyes. Entering the pooja room, she fondled an idol of Sri Krishna, reminiscent of Yasoda fondling her divine baby, Nandalal, as described in the Bhagavath Purana.

I was more and more attracted by Mother and began attending her bhajans almost regularly. I began to take life more seriously than hitherto.

In Mother I found exemplified her own teaching and her lofty concept of duty, which included unfailing hospitality to guests, irrespective of their number, and the time of their arrival ; ministering to the spiritual needs of her devotees ; and wifely devotion and service to Bhagawan. The dexterity which she showed in the performance of these multifarious duties revealed superhuman energy. Her home is an abode of peace from where she rains benediction all around.

The women devotees living in the surrounding area would not take food till they had darshan of Mother every day in the morning, noon and evening. For darshan they would be waiting, no matter how long. Such was their love. When this routine was interrupted by Mother’s first visit to Madras, these devotees keenly felt the separation.

I was studying in a college. Before proceeding there, I had Mother’s blessings and an assurance of protection. A few days before the completion of my course, the key of my locker which had been entrusted to me by the authorities was missing. In the eyes of the authorities, who were keenly watching all our activities, this loss would have created a bad impression of me. I did not know what to do. My very future was at stake. Though every nook and corner of the house was ransacked, there was no clue to the missing key. I earnestly prayed to Mother and proceeded to the college praying all through. After travelling seventeen miles by train, I pushed through my way amidst crowd. My mind was heavy. I had just placed my foot on the lowest step of the college premises, a sharp metallic sound on the upper step just in front drew my attention. I bent down to see what it was, and lo! It was a key-my lost key No. 16. I looked around, up and down, but nobody was seen. It was mysterious and a thrill passed into my frame and hair stood on its end. Incomprehensible and infinite are Her Leelas, I thought, and mentally I expressed my heartfelt gratitude to the all-merciful Mother.