ॐ۞-ڰۣღSant Gulab Singh jiڰۣღ۞ॐ

                                     ~*~ Beloved Pita Ji ~*~ 1881~1985

                    A Mystic and a saint of such a caliber one can hardly 
          hope to ever meet, yet it was just this rare and perfect a
          Realized Master I had been looking for in India for four 
          months before finding him. To my utter delight the 
          moment he saw me come into the room he opened up his 
          arms and said, 'You have come! Come! Come!'  And I ran 
          into the most wonderful embrace of my life!  It was like 
          diving into an ocean of ecstatic bliss! And when I looked
          into that smile I felt my search was over at last and I was
          launched into another space immediately!  That Pure 
          Joy baffles the mind at once, and the spark from his 
          flaming heart caught mine and burned away all doubt,

          questions, confusion, pain, and superfluous thoughts 
          whatever. In his presence there could only be Pure Light 
          and pure Love!

                                                            ~*~

                   Where he really existed one can only aspire to 
         imagine!! Though outwardly he lived the simplest life 
         style, it is this that is a great part of his beauty and 
         perfection. There was no particular house he owned yet 
         every house he visited seemed to be his! A suitcase of 
         clothes etc.  was always there ready to go at a moments 
         notice! This  simple style was contagious and I also lived
         like this in India for 15 years. But I never found yet such
         a natural excellence as his. He was to be seen and heard 
         every morning by devotees giving a talk of talks! We 
         relished mostly sitting with him in the afternoons when

         he would read informally and share with us from the 
         original  Persian of 'Divane Hafiz', 'Masnavi', the works 
         of Sheikh Attar, or Aurobindo's 'Savitri' much of it he 
         knew by heart, his was a photographic memory.  

         And then daily there were the long, fascinating evening  
         walks in the Rose garden, by the Lake, or in the local 
         forest, wherever we were it was intoxicating without wine! 

                                                           ~*~

               A Soul of Pure  Bliss! In all my time with him I never 
        saw him angry or upset, but the opposite! Rather he gave 
        blessings to everyone who came to him. He is still an 
        ocean of Light! Even now I hear his after dinner stories 
        and remember all our laughter, the belly aching cheer he 
        would inspire!  Wherever he went became a meeting 
        place of  mystics, sadhus, saints and devotees! There was 
        singing, dancing, and Satsang wither in Shimla, Bombay,
        Lucknow, or New Delhi. He seemed to know how to speak
        every language, most of all he knew the language of the 
        Heart, and would whisk us away in a moment to places 
        beyond words!  Pita Ji is truly a Mystic Saint that 
        never leaves us for a moment, but is all the closer now 
        that there is no body between us!!

                                     ॐ -ڰۣღڰۣღॐ ॐ-ڰۣღڰۣღ ॐ     

Shri Om Babaji இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ۞ॐ



ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ๑۩۞۩๑இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ  SHRI OM BABA JI  இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ ๑۩۞۩๑ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ

    This is Beloved Om Babaji, 1849-1959. He stayed during the day in
a small room several floors up with a big 'OM' written on the outside, in
the midst of the busiest wholesale market in New Delhi, on Nai Sarak,
Chandni Chowk. This was when Santji met him, always in this same
simplest of attires, with nothing else in the room but a long planks of
wood, 2 bricks and a brick for a pillow. On the side he always had a
warm fireplace as the Rishis of old.  He would prepare tea for his visitors
and sometimes give the ashes of it to someone as a gift, in answer to a
request, I was told several times.
     Everyone said he never ate meals nor wore clothes except one man,
who once saw him in the local tea shop wearing several shirts and people
lined up to put more shirts on him!!
     Admiral Surgeon Dr. Melhotra told me that after giving him a fine
shawl one winter and visiting him a few days later the room would again
be empty and Babaji would be smiling! There is a long list of the amazing
and unique stories I have heard from those who knew him, specially from
Santji himself.
     The most beautiful thing is that he used to leave his room every evening
and walk to the banks of the Yamuna River where he would sit in Samadhi
all night. Often when Santji would meet him he would say, 'Last night I met
Sanvalashah ( Sri Krishna)!
  He would speak in his own Urdu Poetry :

                       'Yeh Nur Uska. Yeh Zahoor Uska.
                        Gar Tu Na Deke, To Kazur Kiska?!'

            'This Light is His! (pointing to his chest)
               This Scene is His! (pointing outward)
             If you can't see this,
               Then who's fault this is?!'

      Santji  spoke of Om Baba's sweet gentle nature and of his powerful
words! Their friendship was proverbial as is with great mystics. They
often sent messages to each other. Then a message was sent to Santji
from Om Babaji,who said he was waiting for Santji, and that he should
come soon to meet him because he was going on 'Yatra'. At that meeting
many loving and precious words were exchanged, they embraced at
departing and Santji started down the long stairways. By the time he
reached the street below, someone called out from Babaji's window

that the Soul had left the body!!   

                               இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ  ๑۩۞۩๑ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ

'Song of the Reed' Rumi

Harken to this Reed forlorn,
Breathing ever since 'twas torn
From it's rushy bed, a strain
Of impassioned love and pain.

The secret of my song, though near,
None can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
And mingle all his soul with mine!

'Tis the flame of Love that fired me,
'Tis the wine of Love inspired me.
Woulds't thou learn how lovers bleed,
Harken! Harken to the Reed!  .¸¸.•*`*•.✽

               Translated by Reynold A. Nicholson  

                                                 from the  Masnavi~ 
                                                                            of  Moulana Jalalud'din Rumi ~                                                   

✽.¸¸THE INDIVIDUAL.¸¸.•*`*•.✽

Ideals~
    Divine ideals!
The secret treasures 
    of man's youth. 
Life's love and wisdom,
    fragrant recollections 
of by-gone times 
    in former lives.
At present 
   they reflect 
the light 
    of the soul. 
Oh Ideal 
     Aspiration ! 
When heart expands 
     and feelings flood 
          one's entire being, 
Thought tries 
     to capture~ 
          grasp~ 
the all~eluding One 
     in a readiness 
to sacrifice 
     the little Self. 
Being One 
     with God 
in the heart 
      of all! 
Oh Friend Divine, 
      Thy sacred touch 
Awakens memories, 
      intuitions sweet 
of a relationship 
      with the most High. 
At heart~ thou art 
  When heart is one and only! 
No more a stranger 
      in this world, 
But self~illumined 
     by his greater Self, 
He dwells 
    and has his being 
       in the soul of all ! 
Humanity~ 
     on cross~roads 
Of diversities 
     betwixt light 
       and intense darkness. 
Where senses mighty, 
      lamps and shades, 
Conjure up a magic show 
      of Unreality... 
         assuming countless 
Names and shapes 
       in endless, limitless 
Dimensions~ 
    expanding wide, 
Wider, faster still, 
     into immense proportions 
in time and space 
    of man's own fancy! 
Thus lost 
     in the confusion 
of his own creations 
     man fails to find his Soul; 
man fails 
     to claim his truly Own~ 
          The Whole ! 
A world made whole 
          by God, 
for him alone. 
    Not that he should 
divide it and possess its parts, 
     but that he would share it whole 
with Himself 
     in all! 
Oh my Beloved 
    Child of  God,
Awake~
   Arise~ 
and claim 
    the whole of 
  Thy inheritance Divine! 
Each one 
    a Master~ King 
Servant~ Lover ! 
     One in all, 
In whom 
   the Whole 
remains 
    forever,
an undisturbed 
     undivided 
         Whole 
For God Eternal 
     is whole;  
His Creation Divine 
     is whole;
and whole is man 
     as Son of God. 
He is poised 
     in Peace, 
At rest, 
    undivided 
within Himself!

~Aum~

by Swami Jnanananda Giri    

Swami Jnanananda Giri ~*~

    
 Beloved Swami Jnanananda Giri came to visit Santjio at Saproon, Himanchal
Pradesh, as usual in 1971. This picture was taken by me in those days of our
first meeting. See the beautiful Aura of Light surrounding Swamiji!
      Santjio had said at that time, " Swamiji take her and teach her meditation,
teach her Yoga!"  I was delighted that Swamiji agreed yet was reluctant to leave
the august company of Beloved Santjio. The relief and joy came a few months
later when I was taking leave of the Master, touched his feet, and he blessed
my journey to Mussouri  to see Swamiji asking, " When are you coming?"
Ah Ho! The Love of the great Master!

Beloved Sant Gulab Singhjio

       This is my favorite picture of Beloved Pitajio,
Sant Gulab Singhji, taken in the Palace at Patiala.
It was 1979, and then we all sat together, Satyaji,
Dr. Melhotra, myself and others while Santjio
read out from the original Persian of 'Divane Hafiz',
and gave us ecstatic explanations and stories!
How blessed these moments are forever.
Khuda Hafiz!

                                                   Beloved Pitaji, Sant Gulab Singhjio,
                                            at the N.I.S, Patiala, in the 'Raj Mahal'. 1979