Sri Krishna from Swamiji

The Supreme .¸¸.•*`*•.✽

Innermost Lord

who is full of kindness,

calls you lovingly to awaken

   and to come to Him!

.¸¸.•*`*•.✽

Look deep within

      into your heart

         where you will see

something very beautiful

dancing blissfully,

                        and there do listen to the

            Eternal Song of Divine Love!


                 ¸.•*`*•.✽KRISHNA 


           With all my Love

                    and best wishes to you.


                      .¸¸.•*`*•.✽Jnanananda 


            
              Mussoorie                   10-9-71

Pujya Sri Jagjivan Bapuji ~Yogi~Guru~

      The amazing Yogi Guru Jagjivan Bapuji was met in 1971 at Umbergaon,
Gujrat just a walk away through the open fields from the sandy beach by the
blue Arabian Sea.There we would sometimes walk with Swami Jnanananda
Giri carrying Balyogi Mukunda on his shoulders. On many a day after bathing
we would sit on the sand and meditate on the wonder of the colorful sunset
as it seemed to Mukunda to disappear into the Sea!
    Many times we would walk through those fields with Bapuji, Swamiji, and
Chandrika with bags in hand to gather the wild herbs for Bapuji's amazing
medicines, about which he said the most poison made the best remedies!
    Daily visitors came to this out of the way place on the bus from the train
station to have his Darshan and Satsang, and some came to meet Bapuji and
be cured! Some thought he was just a doctor! And many came to him only
after foreign doctors could give them no hope of a cure! I had no idea of
this when I came! Swamiji had told me only about Bapuji's spiritual state,
his long hours of Samadhi and of the wonderful bhajans (songs) he would
write and sing afterwards. And we would all copy down the new songs and
learn to sing them in the wonderful morning sessions of intensely beautiful
kirtana.: "Hey Prabhu,Tara Prema ma Rakh!","Hey Prabhu, Tara Ananta
Rup!" and "Dekhe che Jiva Vinashi Bhava!" were the opening songs, and
then we would sing, "Hridaya Mandirama Vas Prabhuno" and "Roam Roam
Prabhuji Sukha kari!" And as the beat and excitement intensified we would
sing with Bapuji more of his Bhajins and in evenings many times the dancing
would began!
     The one great event we would always stay on up to Febuary to attend was
Maha Shiva Ratri, The Great Night of Shiva! At this time groups of devotees
from far off places and Mahatmas would start arriving a day in advance.
Bapuji would be in this unbelievable mood and the joyful singing would start
with many musicians playing drums, Shiva's 'Damaru', cymbals, harmonium,
and wonderful singers would inspire the dancing of the famous 'Ras Garbha'.
And though the celebration went on all through the night no one tired, least of
all Bapuji, who sang and danced into a state of exhilarating samadhi to the
delight of the devotees and the fervor heightened to a peak! The rising of the
Sun brought the climax of the festival of the Great Night of Shiva!

                      "Om Namah Shivaya! Shivaya Namah Om!"

Sri Ma Anandamayi .¸¸.•*`*• ☆

                                         .¸¸.•*`*• ☆ Jai Jai Ma ! .¸¸.•*`*• ☆

Sri Sri Anandamayi Ma .¸¸.•*`*• ☆

 
       Sri Sri Anandamayi Ma at the Durga Puja celebration on the Dehradun Ashram grounds the day of my first meeting with her in Oct. 1972. Early that day Swami Jnananandaji and I left Barlow Ganj to attend the evening puja at the ashram. We arrived at the home of a wonderful devotee of Ma's, Smt. Pushpa  Bhadwar. Swamiji had told me that she was an 'anterang bhakta' of Ma's and would do her very personal 'seva', like the combing of her long hair etc. There was mutual delight at our meeting and the morning passed in Sat-sang and kirtana with Swamiji. All were to rest just after lunch and Pushpaji wanted me to stay in her puja room, which was a pure delight for me, there with her Lord Krishna and many photos of her Guru Maji. Here the most unexpected thing happened after sometime I suddenly felt wonderfully refreshed and energized. There standing in front of me was the beautiful Mother Anandamayi, radiant! Dressed all in white she shown like a rising moon and was smiling down at me. We exchanged many things in this silent meeting, in a language beyond words. Whether my eyes were open or closed it made no difference to the amazing sight of her and I was in total rapture! When we three met for tea at 4 pm, Swamiji and Pushpaji were elated to hear of the vision of Ma!
      When we arrived at the Ashram, Kirtana was already going on in the lovely huge tent on the lawn there. And when we went inside I was surprised that it was already half full of devotees singing in expectation of the  coming of Anandamayi Ma. But the real surprise as we followed pushpaji was that instead of siting down there, she said, "Come!" and lead us up the isle, between everyone and right up to the empty places reserved in the very front row! The devotees faces beamed with even greater joy and the mood of the chanting of God's praises greatly increased! It was all so exhilarating , the Bengali musicians and all the devotees joining in the ecstatic singing! I sat down between Swamiji and Pushpaji and joined the singing. Soon the excitement highly increased again as Maji herself made her graceful entrance. The amazing part is that she came and sat on the decorated wooden bed exactly in front of me, so close that I could have reached over and touched her! She looked down and right into my eyes, right into my heart and soul with her blissful smile. It was the same wonderful smile I had seen earlier that day! She nodded to me with a sweet sort of recognition. I was the whole time outside myself, smiling through my tears in perfect rapture. Ma was delighted with it all! Eventually she she went over onto the platform and sat in a special place prepared for her where her Puja and Arti were to be done as the Devi! (This is the photo here above).
      After this as the singing continued she suddenly left the stage. Soon after that Pushpaji also went out to see her. She returned later and quietly told us to come out now with her to meet Ma, because she is leaving. It was dark and we stood on the lawn outside the house with a few others, and the car waiting for Ma. She finally came down the stairs and stood before us. Maji was pleased to see Swamiji, whom she knew from his days in Calcutta way back. And he brought me forward to introduce me, it was so very wonderful, she smiled so sweetly remembering Santji in Chandigarh, I glanced at Swamiji and got a sign confirming my desire to touch Ma's feet...so I did through my tears of joy. The ladies around her gasped and she looked at them slightly annoyed and said for someone to bring out prasad from the house. They looked puzled and she said to bring out the two big apples from the dining table! When she had the apples she gave them both to me and tapped her fingers on my head! This was the beginning of a beautiful unending connection with the amazing blissful Mother, Sri Anandamayi Ma.

                                                            ★•.¸¸.•*`*• ☆           

                                           ★•.¸¸.•*`*• ☆ JAI MA! ☆ .¸¸.•*`*•.✽

The Goddess in forms!

Sant Gulab Singhji and Swami Jnanananda Giri

                 
 Swami Jnanananda Giri & Sant Gulab Singhji together at Chandigarh in 1971

Transcendent Journey.mp4

Swamiji Jnanananda Giri.mp4

Swami Jnanananda Giri's latest Photo ~Om!~

                                                                            My latest photo of Swamiji,
taken a few months ago. Om!

My latest talk with him, just yesterday! Om!

 He said, "Write your memoirs!" Om!

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O...`•.¸(¨`•.•´¨)
ɤ...(¨`•.•´¨)¸.•´
∈...`••.¸.•´ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—
Namaste,
      Radheshwari

Radhe Shyam

Goswami Purushottam Lalji Maharaj Krishna Janamashtami Mahotsava ~*~ Vrindavan 1974

 

SRI SRI RADHA RAMAN LALJI

 Sri Krishna Janamashtami Mahotsava at Jai Singh Ghera in Sri Vrindavan
with ecstatic Goswami Sri Purushottam Lalji Maharaj and at the Krishna
Abhishake in Sri Radha Raman Mandir, Sri Vrindavan. ~  1974
   
                     ~ Sri Sri Radha Raman Lalji ki Jai!!~

Pinjore - 'Ishk Baazi'.mp4

"Jai Rishikesh! Jai Gange Har! "

Ananda ~ Bliss at Rishikesh! Om! Om! Om!

Meeting 'Bal Yogi' Sripadji

      While in Swamiji's
small enchanting kutia
we heard the loud call
of OM coming from the
main house somewhere
in the forest a little lower
down the Mountain of
'Whitefield Hall'. It was
a call for Swamiji to the
phone there, just after
my first few days there
in Balu Ganj (Mussouri).
Again a guest, I was
having the most amazing
experiences every
moment observing and
listening to dear Swamiji.
For days he told stories
of 'Bal Yogi' Sripadji
of Sri Vrindavan.
 I was totally charmed by
the thought of Sri Krishna, Sri Radha and Sripadji! When Swamiji heard
the call he said, "It must be Sripadji, he knows whenever I'm thinking and
talking about him!" We went down to the phone in the main house, and yes!
It was Swamiji's Bal Yogiji. After they spoke, Swamiji said to him,"someone
wants to talk with you." And he gave me the phone. I said, "Om!" and
Sripadji said in a beautiful gentle voice, "Sri Radha, Sri Radha!" To my
surprise it had the most thrilling effect on me, ever!  I sort of lost myself
in a strange ecstasy forgetting to even speak!
      He repeated slowly and softly, "Sri Radha, Sri Radha!"

And finally I said, "I want to see you."  He said, " मैं ओंगा !"   

.¸¸.•*`*•.✽I will come!   .¸¸.•*`*•.✽             
                                                                             ***to be cont'd... 

Govindam Adi Purusham

With Sant Gulab Singhjio and Swami Jnanananda Giri in old photos with blessings!.¸¸.•*`*•.✽

This is the only photo I have of me with both Sant Gulab Singhjio
and Swami Jnanananda Giri standing at my back, as they say!   (Saproon, H.P.)

          And this is a most precious picture of Santji and I back in our lovely
days together, 1976 in Punjab.  Once when he had said,' Ask me for anything
you want!' I said,'Krishna!' To my surprise he said, 'Oh, He is already yours.
Ask me for something else!' .¸¸.•*`*•.✽
    Then tears came in my eyes when I thought of how my visa was finishing
soon, and that I may have to leave India, but I said nothing. As if he heard my
thoughts he said, 'Don't worry about your papers, these boundaries between
countries are all man-made. God has no boundaries! You may go wherever
you like, whenever you like!' He patted my head and slapped my cheek.
And that was it!!
  I didn't realize it then, but by His Grace, all that he said now seems to be
so true. Who can say when and what blessings will come from a saint!!


                                                   .¸¸.•*`*•.✽Hari Om!.¸¸.•*`*•.✽

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