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  1. Speechless world

    Speechless world New Member

    There was once a devotee who used to worship SHRIRAMA as his son in an ashrama of a small village in northern India.
    he followed Bramacharya throughout his life. He was a very deidcated devotee. He used to talk to SRIRAMA,cook prasadam for him,n every daily activity for him.
    One day,he died and rishi munis of his ashrama gathered for his sanskaara around his pyre,but everybody was confused as to who will give fire to his pyre.
    Suddenly,they saw a little child coming to them and
    everybody asked him who r u ?
    HE replied-"I AM his son so i will give fire to his pyre "
    Everybody agreed to him and let him do that. he gave fire to the pyre. After 5 minutes,everybody thought that the devotee who died was a BRAHMACHARI (that meant he didn't marry throughout his life),then
    how the question of his son arises??????
    by the time everybody looked back to ask him,he was nowhere!!!!!!!
    Then,all realized that he used to treat SRI RAMA as his son,so he himself came to give fire to the pyre of his loving devotee.
    SRIHARI always proves his love back. There r endless true examples. We can't match his love ever but r we doing the best possible?
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    Speechless world New Member

    Real short story-Second
    there was a saint in a small village n misguided the villagers that he can see God
    Everybody started worshipping him as a Guru and following what he said.
    he was a sanctimonious(पाखंड).
    but used to recite bhajans and name of God jus to pretend he is bonafide.
    one day,he went out for the round of the village alongwith his followers villagers
    they reached to a well...the saint thought this is the right time to fool the innocent villagers..
    so he said-I can see God in this well, Evrybody stood amazed and started shouting the name of the lord. no villager was able to see God
    then 1 villager thought if he wud say he cant see God,he wudbe regarded as a sinner.
    so that villager said-i can also see God, thinking the same all other villagers did the same.
    the saint was surprised-Everybody can see God and only he cant,,,
    then he realized---how bad i am----that all can c God n i cant
    burst into tears he fell on the ground seeking apology from the lord....

    SriKrsna appeared in front of him n said:-son,u added to wrong by foolin poor villagers
    but sang my glories,my name,recited bhajans....however not intentionally.
    The world should know that in kaliyuga i had put all the power in my name n my name purifies even the lowliest of the,i want you to guide the villagers to me in thr true sense. tatahstu !!! and disappeared
    The saint started crying more loudly and felt the grace of the lord is pure and eternal and endless..........SINCE then he was transformed and raised himself to the lord.

    A verbal wound can never be healed
    There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

    The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

    Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

    The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a

    scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

    The Krishna whose advent you should celebrate, is not the cowherd boy who charmed the village folk with His flute, but, Krishna is the visualization of the atma that the repetition of the name grants; the vision that was gained by Yasoda You must foster that Krishna on your tongue; when he dances on it the poison of the tongue will be rejected completely, without harming any one, as happened when as a child He danced on the hoods of the serpent Kaliya.

    Yasoda traces Krishna to the place He hides in, by the footprints He leaves, when He has broken the curdpot, which she was churning. This is a symbolic story to illustrate how the Lord breaks our identification with the body and leads us on to Himself, by signs and signals that He provides all-round us.
    These signs are ever present in the nature around each one of us, in the beauty of the rising sun, the ecstasy of the rainbow, the melody of the birds, the lotus- spangled surface of lakes, the silence of snow-crowned peaks in fact, since god is rasa, sweetness, ecstasy, all nature, which is but Himself in action, is sweet and ecstatic.

    With or without form, it is ananda. Welcome it into the heart as Rama - He who is joy and grants joy, or as Krishna - He who draws you by means of the joy He imparts - and, live all your moments with it, offering your dhyana, your puja, your japa. That will open the doors of jnana and of liberation...

    hari bol

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