The task too tremendous for a tyro is over. I cannot recall any desire or determination behind this completion. Thou alone know-est how, why, whence and for whom for.
If there be any such entity as ” I ” and any such reality that I consented myself to be used, and any such thing as a right to be compensated for having volunteered to be used, Mother !! Merciful Mother !! Bless the readers of this work which has its greatness only in virtue of the greatness of Thee, Thyself. Be any one name alone by Thy Grace sufficient to fan the smallest spark of devotion to flame.
This is , however , the age of incapacity, impurity, helplessness, poverty and complicated competitive, short-sighted, short and twenty four hours wrist watched living. The disease of irreligiosity and nausea against ages born scriptures are great. Few of this age are capacious enough to scale the giddy heights of scriptural lore and Practice Upaasanaa with patience-trying rituals.
Dear Mother !! Adapt Thyself to the capacities of Thy children. Let it be enough in Thy eyes that Thy children may consider themselves fully qualified for Thy Grace as soon as they practice Universal love, Universal service, sincere Devotion to Thee in any form and unconditional cheerful Self-surrender to Thy divine will.
Be Thou satisfied with mere repetition of Thy sacred name without any rituals or restriction : – Jaya Maai Jaya Markand Maai.
That Thou hast been satisfied has been my conviction and it is this conviction based on the most miraculous happenings that has emboldened me to sing Thy glory and espouse Thy cause in publicity. If I had no conviction I would have confined myself to my methods for myself alone.
Although I laugh at my folly, and incapacity, I feel happy, for I am more than convinced that the whole religious understanding and practice needs thorough over-hauling and re-casting and I have raised and protruded my finger constructively. It is one thing to say things ought to be like so and so and another thing to install Mother with certain revised conceptions. One is merely an opinion. Another thing is the hereditary action, the actual materialization of Divine will, with the zeal of seeing the command carried out. Rightly or wrongly I have always felt Thou hast desired me and even authorized me to speak of Thee. Authority makes all the difference. Authority en-souls, Authority installs, Authority raises temples from talks, Authority forms institutions from families. Blessed Mother, soon send amongst us the authorized, the anointed, the crowned, the conquest-blessed.
For my poor capacity I have done enough to hope for Thy sweet smile. I have at best directed my finger to Thee, I am Blessed. Let me not restrain my tears of highest joy, of humility and gratefulness. Mother bless us all.
My dear Mother !! Let me talk to Thee in public as in our solitude. Wind up Thy sport. Let Thy passion of wearing the garland of the wounded go. Let Thy play of ” Agitation, attraction, liquefaction, infatuation, submission and dissolution ” go. Reserve that play for playmates that volunteer themselves for being wounded. Do not test. None of this age would stand Thy tests. Be accomodative. If Thou dost not, no daughter or son will harbor Thee under the roof of her or his heart.
Give give, Pour pour, Deluge deluge, Deluge with Thy thousand hands, on them that remember Thee through any one of these sacred names, like Surbhi, the celestial cow, like Kalpadruma, the celestial tree, like Chintaamani, the wonderful gem, like a Mother , like Thee Thyself.
With the mercifulness of Mother, consider nothing about the worth of Thy devotees, perpetual or casual, sincere or insincere, disinterested or interested, real or nominal, sinless or sinful, learned or illiterate, salvation-seeking or enjoyment-seeking, self-controlled or self-centered, ritual-scripture-conversant or ritual-scripture-ignorant, Guru-following or Guru-belittling, Guru-acknowledging or Guru-disowning, grateful or ungrateful.
Mother !! We are hopelessly and shamefully lacking in the last and least return of Thy Grace. We are ungrateful. But then why do we call Thee “Mother” !! Though sexless !! Who has ever felt grateful to her or his mother !! And which Mother has ever measured Her Grace !!
Mother !! If Thou shalt say ‘ No ‘, where shall we go !!
Thy mystic and mysterious power of Thy Lotus Feet is known to few. Devotees have sweetly sung about their power of prosperity and plentifulness, but the other side !! The process of creating colors from coals.
I have craved Thy Beloved’s kick to claim Thy caress. I have prostrated myself in hope to see that my grip of Thy Lotus Feet may be showered with Thy consolation. From lifelessness to desirefulness and from desirefulness to desirelessness, what else but Thy lotus Feet and Thy Love, has been Infinite Reservoir of all Powers and the power of achieving the undreamt of sublimation and transformation !!
Mother!! Burn Thy heavens and extinguish Thy hells. Make us all live with Love, Service, Devotion and Self-Surrender, Around Thee, With Thee, In Thee.
Let Thy wicked, way-ward over-fondled, booby lie, live or die as Thou choosest, but in Thy Lotus Feet alone.
Thy Wicked Child,
EXTRACTS FROM : MOTHER AND MOTHER’S THOUSAND NAMES MAI AND MAI SAHASRANAMA
AUTHOR : MAI SWARUP MAI MARKAND
FIRST EDITION : 1939 SECOND EDITION : 1962
PUBLISHER : MAI ADHERENTS’ INSTITUTE, MAI NIWAS, SARASWATI ROAD END, SANTA CRUZ (WEST) 400054, INDIA.