Start from the stage on which you are, from the stage of world-wormness, enjoyment-desire-burstfulness, viciousness, sinfulness, rebelliousness, or devilishness. With sobs and sighs, flesh fails the very next moment and man runs to enjoy. Something within and something without drives him to commit sins. It is impossible for any human being to be calm and quiet and sinless so long as all his desires are not consumed to ashes in the fire of devotion and further so long as those very ashes are not swept away under the blessed beatific breeze of Mother’s Grace.
So long as you have not begged for Mother’s Mercy, your selfishness and scheminess will not disappear and your heart will not break and your individualism-cloak will not be torn to rags and discarded off by you. You will ever remain sinner, Beloved Reader, do thy best to guard against temptations and sins, etc., but having failed, do not despondently despair. This Master Key I hand over to thee. Wherever, however; thou be, link thyself with Mother, intertwine thyself, break thyself, hand over thyself to Her, even officiously and intrusively. Don’t waste thy precious moments and don’t bother thyself over thy own lot. Even at the worst it is much better than millions of others’ lots. Say out “Mother, I am what Thou hast wished me to be.”
If thou canst not love Mother because thou art not sure about ever Her existence, thou canst love Her Devotees and Her Children. If Thou canst love, at least serve them. Even if thou hast no heart, serve at least as thou servest thy creditors with prompt payment of dues. Serve at least out of consideration of thy own gentle-manliness and greatness. Serve others even as thy dependents or refugees. Don’t perversely argue thou hast been loving thy wife and children. Thou dost not love them and children of Mother. Thou art only loving and serving thyself in them.
Wipe out all complications and confusions. Go to saint or a devotees thou art. I humbly offer myself to accompany thee to go to Mother if thou canst not go Thyself alone.
Begin begin, at once , immediately. There is none who can stand security for thy next moment’s living. The mere utterance of Her sacred name is enough enlist Thee for ever. Stir up, start, run, Mother’s lap is thine. I have known it. I proclaim it to thee. Mother bless Thee, my dear Reader.
Shalt Thou remain a stone while I break into tears and fall unconscious on writing this ?
Stones have wept, mountains have dusted and oceans have calmed at Her Will, at Her Devotee’s Will, at Her Surrender’s Will, at Her enlisted’s Will, at Her sacred Name Repeater’s Will, as each one of all these Wills is only Her Will for rejuvenating the universe and humanity with life, light and love. Mother Bless thee.
Jay Mai Jay Mai Jay Mai
Mother Bless All.
Extract from the book : PHALA SHRUTI , MOTHER AND MOTHER’S THOUSAND NAMES
Author : MAI SWARUP MAI MARKAND