Love and Tolerance

Aum Sairam

May This Thursday [Baba's Day] Bring You Strength, Good luck, Happiness, Success And Joy


Perils of Maya, the myth, is well known, well expounded, yet least comprehensible for a spiritual seeker. The human nature is such; it falls to its own trap time and again. Desires multiply even after knowing how transient the human life is. Desires and more desires, as the mercy of Sadguru confers the wishes, the desires manifold. Souls trapped at the crossroads not knowing where to draw the line.


There was never a mother who did not think her child was a born genius, the most extra ordinary child that was ever born, she dotes upon her child. Her whole soul is in the child. The child grows up, perhaps becomes a drunkard, a brute, ill treats the mother, and the more he ill treats her, the more her love increases. The world lauds its unselfish love of the mother, little dreaming that the mother is a born slave, she cannot help that. She would a thousand times rather throw off the burden, but she cannot. So she covers herself with a mass of flowers, which she calls love. And this is Maya.


True it is that we are all slaves of Maya, born in Maya and live in Maya. Is there no way out, no hope? That we are all miserable, that this world is really a prison, that even our so called trailing beauty are but a prison houses, have been known for ages upon ages. There has never been a man, never been a human soul who has not felt this sometime or other, however he may talk. And the old people feel it most, because in them the accumulated experience of a whole life, because they cannot be easily cheated by the lies of the nature.

Is there no way out? We find that with all this, with this terrible fact before us, in the midst of the sorrow and suffering even in this world where life and death are synonymous, ever here there is a still small voice ringing through all ages, through every country and in every heart. This Maya is divine, made up of qualities, and very difficult to cross. Yet those that come unto Me, cross the river of life.


This voice comes to us when everything seems to be lost and hope has fled, when dependence on our own strength crushed down, and everything seems to melt away between our fingers, and life is a helpless ruin. Then we hears it. This is called religion.


Religion in this context may well be substituted for the doctrine of faith, to be taken for all its worth. As the true child of Sri Sainath Maharaj, let us spend a few moments on this Thursday [Baba's Day] contemplating the loving invitation Sri Sainath Maharaj has extended to His religion, the one of faith and patience, of love and tolerance, of one supreme that is for all,


Allah Malik