It was evening, the union of day and night was
spreading its splendour and beauty.The setting sun, enveloped
in its red rays, was gradually moving into the arms of night.
Dusk was slowly setting in. The chirping birds were returning
to their nests. The river Narayani was flowing continously towards
its destination. The trees and the creepers in a stooping position,
appeared to be conveying their messages. The flowing waters were
receiving the encouragement. Scattered clouds in the sky, were
playing hide and seek. The sun was steadily going into hiding.
The evening was restive, for, the sun was slipping away from her
grip. Her robe was in a disarray. This atmosphere of union and
separation was affecting each and every atom of nature.
At that moment the sun freed it self from the evening's grip and
got lost in the darkness of light. There was total silence everywhere,
as though each and every atom of nature had gone to sleep. The
stars shone in the sky. The silence was interrupted now and then
by the flowing waters. Every where there was a strange beauty.
At that moment, I heard a divine voice. Words
were sounding from some divine source. My heart beat became alive like the Himalayas. My ears were alert
and heart was still. It disturbed my ego. All the organs of nature
were in mute alertness. It was leaving an indelible imprint on
my mind. Words like nectar were pouring from the eternal Yogi
Baba Goraknath's lotus mouth. Each and every atom was alert every
fibre of the body was responding to it. I went on looking at him
in a fixed stare. My mind was eager to surrender to him and get
lost in him. His thundering voice piercing life death, surrender,
mingling, and union was heard again. I was lost in the ancient ruin of my thoughts
but the booming sound of 'Aye Harihar' brought me back to the
world of consciousness, awareness.
He appeared to be a man, still he was not a man. He left behind a light which dispelled the darkness.
There was sky, the light, and the sleeping atoms of nature. The
sound of flowing waters, the mute messages soothed my soul and
freed me like the Himalayas. My eyes were glued to the spot from
where the 'Maha Purush' had disappeared. I could only see the
range of mountains, and profusion of bushes. Snow clad Pinnacles
of Himalayas and the waves of the flowing river were dimly visible.
There was dense darkness everywhere only the way of light which
was still there, illuminated my inside as well as outside.
I was in search of something far-far away. I
was following that light. One human being was engrossed in the
comparison between him self and the other human being. After all
he is also a human being, almost like a common man, But this man
is far beyond a common man. He has transcended the common by virtue
of his divinity. Man's life, itself is supreme and rare. He has
the capacity to obtain everything. Despite this precious potential
he is running away from his 'self'. In pursuit of untruth he is
overlooking the 'truth'. He is trying to initiate the others and
in this process he is ignoring his 'self '. He is leading a suffocated
life. Due to love and hate, and in human acts, he is going into
oblivion. But, another human being has ascribed to human body
supreme importance, and keeps travelling in a spiritual and celestial
world with the help of his will. All paths have become easy for
him. Light is emanating from his body. Like birds be is travelling
in the sky. He is creating light from the 'Panch Bhoot' (five
elements). He is simulating the wind. His voice is producing currents
in the atmosphere. All the elements of nature are closely co-operating
with him. Earth and planets have become his abode. Deeply affected
by the celestial grandeur of the man, I became pensive. Suddenly
some one spoke 'somnath is conversant with his bizarre activities.
Amar Yogi Gorakhnath has been present in all the ages like a Kalpa
'Taru' and has been concerned with the welfare of mankind. His
existence is always there. The motion or speed is within his 'will'.
He wills his body to disappear, but is born all over again and
resumes his journey in his former guise. The snow clad caves of
Himalayas are his abode. And from this place he sends his message
of spiritual consciousness, and yagna, to the world. From time
to time he makes his existence felt, through his appearances and
leaves his disciples among common men, who are lost in the world
of (maya). Nectar rains from his voice. All the wealth of the
world is in his bag. His khappar (around dish) can create and destroy the
entire universe he is far away from siddhis. He has surrendered
himself to Bramha and has become 'Bramha May' (a power all by
himself.) He has his own history. His name has permeated the whole
of India. But extremely fortunate men endowed with superior sanskar,
are able to find him and those who find him can under go a tremendous
change. He is generally roaming around like Narada with his
jholi (bag) and khappar and chanting, 'Narayan, Narayan'.
Almost hypnotised by his voice, I started
following the 'Baba' as though in a trance. The river was flowing
intensely. The cave was close by but it was on the other side
of the river. The 'Assans' for three Mathtamas were already there.
Some clothes for my use were also there. The mouth of the cave
was very narrow. But it could comfortably accommodate at least
28 people.
Different kinds of skins, and khappars were kept there. Necklaces of precious
stones and rudrarksha were strewn all over the place. An assorted
variety of clothes were also there. I occupied the assana which was shown to me
by Baba. It was in the middle. A beautiful Shiva-lingam' stood right in front of me. Drops of water fell on the
lingam from the copper pitcher. A beautiful trinetra was engraved
on the lingam. Some fortunate flowers adorned the Shiva-lingam.
Hari Baba picked up a flower from the top and left it
on my head. I began to fall in a dense darkness. The restlessness
within me, and the curiosity gradually died. The entire 'motion'
of my body seemed to be moving upwards. Frequent electric currents
could be seen. I could fathom the difference between my 'self'
and my 'body'. My eyes became heavy and body became motion less.
I could see divine will at work in the objects of nature. I could
also see pulsation in plants and trees. I could even comprehend
the chirping of birds. The thoughts waves of snakes, and birds,
began to influence me. Even in the sitting position everything
was visible to me. I could understand the mysteries of the living
forms of ocean, sky, earth, birds and human being. A fine ray
of light tried to establish the relationship.
