On this day, April the 14th, 1950, this story occurred -
"One day while Baba [Neem Karoli Baba] was talking to people at Haldwani Furniture Mart, he suddenly became absorbed in deep thought and remained silent for some time. Then he said faintly, "Pooran [Pooran Chandra Joshi], give a spoonful of water to drink. He is in great agony." I could not understand what the matter was, but I nevertheless poured two spoonfuls of water into Baba's mouth. After some time, two tears fell from Baba's eyes, and he said to me, "Ramana is no more. India has lost a great saint today." This incident occurred on the day that Ramana Maharshi left his physical body in Arunachala." (from Divine Reality)
We honor you today Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi! Suk-ek! Thank you for allowing us to be part of your family! Jai Sri Ram!
Blessings!
"One day while Baba [Neem Karoli Baba] was talking to people at Haldwani Furniture Mart, he suddenly became absorbed in deep thought and remained silent for some time. Then he said faintly, "Pooran [Pooran Chandra Joshi], give a spoonful of water to drink. He is in great agony." I could not understand what the matter was, but I nevertheless poured two spoonfuls of water into Baba's mouth. After some time, two tears fell from Baba's eyes, and he said to me, "Ramana is no more. India has lost a great saint today." This incident occurred on the day that Ramana Maharshi left his physical body in Arunachala." (from Divine Reality)
We honor you today Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi! Suk-ek! Thank you for allowing us to be part of your family! Jai Sri Ram!
Blessings!
THUL- THUL, NAN- NAN
When Maharajji came out you never knew what to expect. He could do the same thing a week in a row until you’d think, “Well, he’ll come out at 8:00.” Then he might not come out all day, or he might just go into another room and close the door and be in there for two days.
You had to learn to expect the unexpected.
One day he came out and all he said all day long was “Thul-Thul, Nan-Nan,” repeating these words to himself like a mantra. Days went by like this and somebody finally said, “Maharajji, what are you saying?”
And it turned out to be an old Behari dialect, and all it meant was “Too big, too big, too little, too little.” When he was finally asked why he was saying this, he said, “Oh, all you people, you all live in Thul-Thul, Nan-Nan; you live in the world of judgment. It’s always too big or too little.”
- Miracle of Love 34
When Maharajji came out you never knew what to expect. He could do the same thing a week in a row until you’d think, “Well, he’ll come out at 8:00.” Then he might not come out all day, or he might just go into another room and close the door and be in there for two days.
You had to learn to expect the unexpected.
One day he came out and all he said all day long was “Thul-Thul, Nan-Nan,” repeating these words to himself like a mantra. Days went by like this and somebody finally said, “Maharajji, what are you saying?”
And it turned out to be an old Behari dialect, and all it meant was “Too big, too big, too little, too little.” When he was finally asked why he was saying this, he said, “Oh, all you people, you all live in Thul-Thul, Nan-Nan; you live in the world of judgment. It’s always too big or too little.”
- Miracle of Love 34
Truth is the most difficult tapasya. Men will hate you for telling the truth. They will call you names. They may even kill you, but you must tell the truth. If you live in truth, God will always stand with you.
You can leave me. I won’t leave you. Once I catch hold of you, I don’t let go.
My wife had met Maharaji and had come to get me in America to bring me back to meet him. When we first went to see Maharaji I was put off by what I saw. All these crazy Westerners wearing white clothes and hanging around this fat old man in a blanket! More than anything else I hated seeing Westerners touch his feet. On my first day there he totally ignored me. But after the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh day, during which he also ignored me, I began to grow very upset. I felt no love for him; in fact, I felt nothing. I decided that my wife had been captured by some crazy cult. By the end of the week I was ready to leave.
We were staying at the hotel up in Nainital, and on the eighth day I told my wife that I wasn’t feeling well. I spent the day walking around the lake thinking that if my wife was so involved in something that was clearly not for me, it must mean that our marriage was at an end. I looked at the flowers, the mountains, and the reflections in the lake, but nothing could dispel my depression. And then I did something that I had really never done in my adult life. I prayed.
I asked God, “What am I doing here? Who is this man? These people are all crazy. I just don’t belong here.” Just then I remembered the phrase, “Had ye but faith ye would not need miracles”
“Okay, God, I don’t have any faith. Send me a miracle.” I kept looking for a rainbow but nothing happened, so I decided to leave the next day.
The next morning we took a taxi down to Kainchi to the temple, to say goodbye. Although I didn’t like Maharaji, I thought I’d just be very honest and have it out with him. We got to Kainchi before anyone else was there and we sat in front of his tucket on the porch. Maharaji had not yet come out from inside the room. There was some fruit on the tucket and one of the apples had fallen on the ground, so I bent over to pick it up. Just then Maharaji came out of his room and stepped on my hand, pinning me to the ground. So there I was on my knees touching his foot, in that position I detested. How ludicrous! He looked down at me and asked, “Where were you yesterday?” Then he asked, “Were you at the lake?” (He said “lake” in English). When he said the word “lake” to me I began to get this strange feeling at the base of my spine, and my whole body tingled. It felt very strange. He asked me, “What were you doing at the lake?”
I began to feel very tight. Then he asked, “Were you horseback riding?”
“No.”
“Were you boating?”
“No.”
“Did you go swimming?”
“No.”
Then he leaned over and spoke quietly, “Were you talking to God? Did you ask for something?”
When he did that I fell apart and started to cry like a baby. He pulled me over and started pulling my beard and repeating, “Did you ask for something?” That really felt like my initiation. By then others had arrived and they were around me, caressing me, and I realized then that almost everyone there had gone through some experience like that. A trivial question such as, “Were you at the lake yesterday?” which had no meaning to anyone else, shattered my perception of reality. It was clear to me that Maharaji saw right through all the illusions; he knew everything. By the way, the next thing he said to me was, “Will you write a book?”
That was my welcome. After that I just wanted to rub his feet.”
- Dr. Larry Brilliant
Excerpt from Miracle of Love: Stories about Neem Karoli Baba
We were staying at the hotel up in Nainital, and on the eighth day I told my wife that I wasn’t feeling well. I spent the day walking around the lake thinking that if my wife was so involved in something that was clearly not for me, it must mean that our marriage was at an end. I looked at the flowers, the mountains, and the reflections in the lake, but nothing could dispel my depression. And then I did something that I had really never done in my adult life. I prayed.
I asked God, “What am I doing here? Who is this man? These people are all crazy. I just don’t belong here.” Just then I remembered the phrase, “Had ye but faith ye would not need miracles”
“Okay, God, I don’t have any faith. Send me a miracle.” I kept looking for a rainbow but nothing happened, so I decided to leave the next day.
The next morning we took a taxi down to Kainchi to the temple, to say goodbye. Although I didn’t like Maharaji, I thought I’d just be very honest and have it out with him. We got to Kainchi before anyone else was there and we sat in front of his tucket on the porch. Maharaji had not yet come out from inside the room. There was some fruit on the tucket and one of the apples had fallen on the ground, so I bent over to pick it up. Just then Maharaji came out of his room and stepped on my hand, pinning me to the ground. So there I was on my knees touching his foot, in that position I detested. How ludicrous! He looked down at me and asked, “Where were you yesterday?” Then he asked, “Were you at the lake?” (He said “lake” in English). When he said the word “lake” to me I began to get this strange feeling at the base of my spine, and my whole body tingled. It felt very strange. He asked me, “What were you doing at the lake?”
I began to feel very tight. Then he asked, “Were you horseback riding?”
“No.”
“Were you boating?”
“No.”
“Did you go swimming?”
“No.”
Then he leaned over and spoke quietly, “Were you talking to God? Did you ask for something?”
When he did that I fell apart and started to cry like a baby. He pulled me over and started pulling my beard and repeating, “Did you ask for something?” That really felt like my initiation. By then others had arrived and they were around me, caressing me, and I realized then that almost everyone there had gone through some experience like that. A trivial question such as, “Were you at the lake yesterday?” which had no meaning to anyone else, shattered my perception of reality. It was clear to me that Maharaji saw right through all the illusions; he knew everything. By the way, the next thing he said to me was, “Will you write a book?”
That was my welcome. After that I just wanted to rub his feet.”
- Dr. Larry Brilliant
Excerpt from Miracle of Love: Stories about Neem Karoli Baba
Everything is impermanent, except the love of God.
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