In my first visit, I could simply bow before them and
received their blessings indirectly. This time I had the privilege to them
messages. Gurudev took and introduced me to each one of them. Their forms
appeared as condensed light. But when I became aware of and identified myself
with my subtle body I could see them in physical bodies in which they lived in
satyug. They were in the same forms in which worldly people see them in their
imagination. Necessary formalities were observed. I prostrated on their feet.
They touched my head. I was thrilled and was overwhelmed with joy.
Coming to the main purpose, they said through
'paravani' that the life-transforming missions that they had initiated for
upliftment of humanity while in their physical bodies had become almost
extinct. What remained was nothing but their ruins. They said that they are
deeply pained when by their divine insight they perceive the present
conditions. The entire region from Hardwar to Gangotri was the region of Risis
in which they used to remain engrossed in tapascarya. there were several Asrams
here and there, in the lines of Gurukul Aranyak of Risi Jamadagni at
Uttarkashi. All Risis were engaged in their where the Risis lived in their
astral forms at present. After the ice-age everything has changed and the
missions of the Risis have almost become extinct.
The Risis said that some temples have, no doubt, been
built here and there in Uttrakhand so that offering in the form of money could
be made to deities and the priests (Pujaris) may earn their livelihood. But
nobody asks for or gives an indication of who the Risis were, when they lived
in physical form and what they did. Thus Risi traditions have almost vanished.
All Risis whom I was introduced repeated almost the
same sad story. While bidding farewell there were tears in their eyes. It
appeared as if all of them were sad and afflicted with sorrow. What could I
say? How could I do the missionary work which so many Risis used to do? I had
no strength of my own to do it. I was moved when I saw them heavy-laden with
sadness. I thought, had God made me capable enough, I would not have remained
mute and returned in this manner after seeing the Risis. Silence overtook me. I
was stupefied. There were tears in my eyes. It pained me as if I had been stung
by a scorpion to see so many Risis (who were all great and most capable) so
unhappy, helpless and concerned.
Gurudev's soul and my soul were responding in
synchronicity. We were looking at each other. His face was also sad. Oh God!
What an odd time has come when no successor of these Risis has been born? Their
lineage has come to an end. Not a single purposeful activity which was
initiated by the Risis is alive at present. There are crores of Brahmanas and
millions of (so-called) saints. If amongst them there had been only ten or
twenty true Brahmanas or saints, they would have worked wonders like Buddha or
Gandhi.
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