Archive for August 12th, 2010

From: Amriteshwar Verma
Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2010 22:16:32
Subject: Story: Margii Devotee from Islam


PS Intro: This following song is about the establishment of a
neohumanistic society. It describes how sadvipra samaj gets formed and
what it will look like. Overall this song paints a picture of the
upcoming dharma ra’j.

“Jay jay jay toma’ri huk jaya…” (P.S. 4764)


O’ Divine Entity, O’ Cinmay, O’ Consciousness Personified who has
graced me by coming in this brilliant, golden, effulgent dawn: Victory,
victory, victory; victory unto You. Baba, You are everything.
On this earth, we all are witnessing the magic that has happened; by
Your divine grace our dream has come true today. Behold, this earth has
been filled with sweetness, charm, and beauty. By Your grace there is no
longer any dukha (sorrow) or santa’p (misery and suffering) anymore on
this earth. There is only the incessant flow of a’nanda (bliss); it is
flowing on and on continuously. Baba, by Your grace with the surge of
devotion, the new blood & vigour has awakened; the paranoia, threat, and
terror of exploitation is now completely gone. A new era of sentient
peace has ultimately arrived, by Your grace.

Baba, in the past by Your grace we planned that we will create a new
heaven. And now that day has come. So according to Your direction we
will go on doing Your work– all the while singing Your song to please
You. Our hands will do Your work and our heart will sing Your glory. In
that way we will move. Baba, by Your grace we will pour abundant love on
each and every unit being– on all our brothers and sisters, on all the
flaura and fauna. Baba, You have showered Your grace. That splendid day
which we were dreaming about has arrived; all the cimmerian darkness has
been dispelled. Now, by Your grace, the eastern horizon is filled with
Your brilliant, divine effulgence.

Baba, we will move on in the chorus of samgacchadhvam spirit–
keeping You in our heart and singing about Your glory…


Here is one beautiful story of how Baba attracts, protects, and saves
all His devotees, irregardless of any worldly status or qualification.

Back in the early 80’s there was a relatively poor, village farmer named
Khush Mohammed who was originally of Islamic faith. The farmer– from
hereon referred to as ‘Bhakta’– lived in a Muslim community in Kashiya
village (Padaraona) in Utter Pradesh (UP) India. But he was not
satisfied and was in search of something more. Many margiis lived in and
around his village and Bhakta would talk to them regularly.

Sometimes when he was out in the fields and working by himself, Bhakta
would hear a voice say, ‘My son come to me’. He had no idea who was
calling him or from where the voice came. It would only happen when he
was alone– and, around every 15 days or so.


One day while talking with family acarya Dharmendra Rao and some
margiis, they encouraged him to attend DMC. Bhakta had met many margiis
over the years and had developed respect for AM. So he decided that he
would take the long journey to DMC at Ananda Nagar. It would be an
adventure since he rarely left his village.

Once at DMC, Bhakta got quite attracted to the whole scene. There was a
lot of excitement and the crowd was huge. This was 1982. Up until that
time he had not been initiated, even though he knew many margiis. So
while at DMC, he thought it would be good to learn AM sadhana; hence,
when he met one Dada then Bhakta took initiation.

Later on, when entering the pandal, Bhakta became quite inspired. Our
revered Sadguru Baba was about to enter the pandal and everyone was
raising the slogan, ‘Parama Pita Baba Ki– Jai!!’. It was being repeated
again and again, resounding all around; the energy was coming to a
climax. Then by His grace, Baba entered onto the stage and took His
seat. The air was think with His spiritual vibration.

As it was DMC, Baba began and delivered His subject of discourse and
when it drew to a close, He blessed everyone with His varabhaya mudra.
In that auspicious moment, Bhakta could see nothing but bright, white
effulgence all around. He nearly lost consciousness and felt divinely
intoxicated. All he could think about was Baba.

That special bhava– subtle spiritual feeling– continued throughout
that DMC and for a few months afterward. Thus when Bhakta returned to
his village after that DMC, he was no longer the same person. He was
often lost in Baba’s bliss.


He obviously had a very good samskara for performing sadhana as well.
Because while at DMC, he had heard that Baba would do sadhana on tombs
at the burial ground. Since returning home, Bhakta began the same. In
the afternoon, he would sit for sadhana for 3 or 4 hours in a garden
nearby his house; and in the mid of the night he went out for sadhana at
the cemetery. By Baba’s grace, Bhakta would easily slip into deep,
sustained meditation for hours on end.


Here it should be noted that Bhakta lived in a Muslim community and
those locals did not take kindly to Bhakta’s new way of living. They
thought he had become some kind of Hindu. Because they thought AM was a
Hindu cult due to the dress of the sannyasis, Sanskrit names, and the
use of mantra. So they basically now considered him to be a Hindu and
they became quite angry and disgusted with him.

This was a big deal as Bhakta faced tremendous backlash and pressure
from his own small, Islamic community. They were totally outraged at
Bhakta and would regularly harrass and heckle him. They even pleaded
with their god Allan to grace them with the strength to kill him. In
their dogmatic minds there was nothing worse than the fact that Bhakta
had turned towards Ananda Marga and left their Islamic faith.

Thus those local Muslims began to stalk Bhakta when he did his sadhana,
especially at night. By Baba’s grace, ever since Bhakta started doing
his night sadhana, a team of dogs would follow him to his sitting place
and then patrol the entire area – keeping intruders away. They would
encircle a large section of land and ensure no one came within their guard.

The strange thing is that these were not the normal Indian street dogs,
but rather healthy, well-manicured large dogs. To this day, Bhakta is
unaware from where they came. Yet they accompanied him on countless
episodes of night sadhana.


Those Muslims, over time, realised that they could not get close to
Bhakta– and this only caused their fury to mount. Undeterred, they
hatched a plot to murder him. Because they felt it was their duty
to curtail his life if he left Islam. Already they had applied every
measure to scare, abuse and threaten him psychically. They felt their
only recourse was to kill him.

Around the same time, a crime occurred in the region and the police were
looking for the suspect. In that search, Bhakta himself was detained by
the police and thrown in jail.

While in jail, he became gloomy and sad, and was wondering why these false
charges had been brought against him. Then one day while in jail he had
a dream and in that dream Baba came to Him and said, ‘I had to arrange
to have you arrested because that day those Muslim villagers were really
going to kill you.’

Realising this, Bhakta became immensely inspired how Baba had saved him
and he became highly involved in sadhana again. Soon he was released
from jail and again began his night sadhana program, and again those
dogs accompanied him to protect him.

By that point, those village Muslims thought it was absolutely
impossible to kill Bhakta– so they eventually gave up their plan.


Some time later Bhakta was at home when there was a knock on the door.
Bhakta’s younger sister went to answer the door and saw that it was
Baba, or at least a luminous image of Baba. Seeing only His illumined
face, the sister said, ‘You do not appear to be human; only God can come
with such effulgence.’

In reply, Baba only smiled and then disappeared.

The younger sister went to convey to Bhakta what had happened and
immediately Bhakta fell deep into a bhava samadhi. He was nearly
unconscious for four days. The whole town thought Bhakta had finally
become crazy and mad. They felt justice had been done since he had
left Islam. But the truth was that Bhakta was ensconced in the
Lord’s bliss.


And like that, the days of Bhakta passed ever in the thought of Baba.

Bhatka never had PC, never met Baba, and only saw Him once in a DMC
Pandal; but due to his good samskara and Baba’s grace, Bhakta had a
deeply devotional link with Him.


This all goes to show how special Baba’s grace is. He can bring anyone
close if He wishes. All the religions are dogmatic, but this is
especially the case with Islam. That is why there are so few Muslim
margiis; and that is why it is so difficult to do pracara in those
Islamic nations. They will threaten, abuse and even kill any fellow
Musliams who fell inspired to try meditation or any such practice that
is outside their dogmatic faith. Even then, on this occasion, Baba
brought Bhakta onto His very Lap.

Hence, AM is universal. Baba only looks at a person’s heart and never
differentiates between rich and poor or any other relative factor.
Those with a sincere desire get His unconditional love and affection.
Baba graces all.


True Even Today

Baba says, “This predominantly racial conflict among the different hill
clans was raging fiercely during the period of Lord Shiva. Shiva worked
hard to cultivate a perfect friendship among the three warring groups. He
knew that in the absence of such a friendship, the future of humanity was
dark. Just as Krs´n´a wanted to unite all the people of the then India and
create a Maha´bha´rata [Great India], similarly, Shiva wanted to unite the
three warring groups. He thought that his lofty spiritual cult and ideology
and his unique school of medicine would not be properly conveyed to future
generations if the people continued their racial battles.” (AV-7, p.54-55)

Note: The groupist chaos that Baba is describing above still holds true
today in this modern era. Tragically now due to the group fight, so many
dharmic works have been left behind– undone. And instead all the groups
have engaged all their engines in this group fight– thereby misusing and
abusing the potential of so many wts. Also most margiis are not being
utilised for dharmic work beause of this factional clash. The whole affair
is criminal. Society needs our help and our AMPS is riddled with selfish
group conflict like the days of old. Thus Baba’s above messge rings true
still today. Now the main thing is that unity is needed. So our duty is to
realise the gravity of the situation and fix this problem once and for all.
When done our AMPS will be able to do great things on this earth.


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