A Dream to Ponder
David woke up from a beautiful, profound dream. It was, in a way, both elevating and disturbing. He saw himself as a boy, along with his grandfather who is no more, strolling down on the banks of a river. It was evening. Sun was turning red. Birds were flying home after a full day of outing. There was a gentle, cool breeze. The village was very familiar. He has been there before. Grandfather was holding David’s hand and he seemed a bit extra cautious about David’s security. As they walked through the walkway running parallel to the river, they witnessed and experienced many beautiful sights and sounds. What caught David’s attention and his waking memory was a prayer that came floating from one of the small huts, apparently from the throat of some children. It went somewhat like this…
“Different spaces, different times
Oh Lord, thou carried me like a faithful boatman.
Safe and Secure, Safe and Secure…
Through the time and seasons alike
“Different faces, different tunes
Oh Lord, thou protected me like a mother bird, her children.
Safe and Secure, Safe and Secure
Through summer, winter, spring and rain.”
A feeling of powerful protection enveloped David. It gave a strong feeling of re-assurance. Grandfather’s hands and the lovely prayer accompanied and re-inforced his feeling of well-being. David called his grand father ‘BABA’. He was deeply connected with his grandfather, to an extent that they knew every subtle vibrations of each other, let alone profound emotions. As they walked on, he asked his beloved grandfather:
“Baba, where are we going?”
Baba smiled and said: “I want to introduce you to my friends. We went to school together, we played in the same team, and grew up together, just like you, Mark and Alf.”
David smiled, “Baba, I cannot imagine you as a young man, let alone a boy”. 🙂
Baba laughed aloud. “I was not born old. 🙂 I was not this old always”. 🙂
Baba was a tall man with slightly drooping shoulders, one side of his shoulder bent slightly to the front and to one side. He was of extraordinary character. He was always in command of every situation. He was never seen emotional. Always jovial, calm and collected. He always used his intellect and quite knew what he was doing. David has never seen him idle, even at his old age.
Their journey ended at a graveyard in front of a church near the river. David was surprised.
“Where are your friends? Will they come here? Are we meeting them here?” This was indeed an uncommon place for any friendly get-together.
Baba said “No. They are already here”.
Baba took David to a stone which read “William Smith”. Baba said “Will has been my classmate and my best friend. He was the best man at my wedding too. An unshakable strong man, a brave heart. He had worked hard in foreign lands, made his money and returned home after his retirement. We met after a long time. He was a fire-brand in his youth, daring and charming. When he came back after all those years, he looked tired and withdrawn, a bit too distracted. He seemed more interested in isolation and hid himself from the society, as much as he could. I tried to bring him back to some old personal memories to revive his old vigor. But he showed no interest at all. He had three children. They all fought with him at his old age over property and money. They even abused him and never agreed with what ever he told or asked them, or wanted them to do. Finally, he died broken hearted, alone. Will was once a strong man, everybody’s hero. I could not see him so heart-broken and deserted. This is what old age does for some. David, if we are not careful enough to nurture relationships while we can, later on, life could bring isolation and alienation. That can even be called “living in hell”, with no love, warmth and togetherness, exactly the things that one craves for, when one is weak and unprotected.
David said: “Baba, are all your friends dead?”
Baba smiled and said “Not all. Some are still alive. But, they are old, you see. Most cannot move on their own. They need help. They are heavily dependent on others. Old age often makes people invalid and handicapped.”
David felt quite relieved that his grandfather can move on his own and is relatively healthy to that standard. Yet, David experienced a strange kind of uneasiness creeping up his throat. He felt that he would get depressed by meeting all these old friends of his grandfather in the graveyard. Yet, he knew that Baba had a purpose, even though it was not quite entertaining for David. He said: “Baba, let us go home. I am not feeling good.”
Baba said: “David, two more introductions and we shall go home.” Baba tried to cheer David up who was slowly settling into his gloom.
The next tomb stone read “Stephen Summer”. “He has been our pilot man.” Baba spoke as if it was a joke. David was too withdrawn by then, to enjoy any jokes. The whole situation made him extremely uneasy.
“Even when we were young, he wanted to become a pilot and fly aircrafts. He got into the army and moved into the air command segment and became a pilot. He has participated in many wars and bombed many people and places. And that was his deepest regret in his later years. Fighting a nagging cancer in his abdomen, though looked after well by his devoted wife Lisa, whenever we met for a coffee, he would say “How many people have I killed in my young days!!!. Women, Children, Men, Old and Young. I do not know their faces, thank God. But, they haunt me every night. Faceless bodies come forth and ask me “What did we do to you, to destroy our lives? We were just beginning to live, taste the sweet and sour buds of life, you wrenched us out of our beds. How will you pay us back, how will you give us back our lives?” Regrets were eating into his flesh. Steve repented day and night. He even welcomed death as a solace to his aching conscience. He refused to be treated and used the pain that his illness profusely gave as a kind of purgatorial from his sins. He thought death would finally redeem him. Helplessness tormented him. Finally, he gave up and here he stays”, Baba pointed out at the grave stone.
The last one was that of Eric. He was an actor. He was after fame and recognition. He became addicted to intoxicants and died quite young. He could not ever find a stable relationships and even though he had many children from different women, there were none to take care of him, or look after him at his death bed. He died alone, in a hospital, with a longing to see his children and experience their love, which he never nurtured when they were young. I tried my best to convince some of them to go and meet their father who was in his death bed. None showed any interest and gave me lame excuses. He never cared for his children when he was young. The children never cared for him when he was old, sick and helpless. Life is like a mirror. You reap what you sow.”
“As for me, I have been quite mediocre, compared to them all, and I did not go anywhere from this place. They all saw the world outside this village. I did not see much beyond this village. I saw only my inner world. My world has been within me. The whole world was within me. In the end, they could not hold on to their large world, but I could. I am not boasting, but just proving a point. I learned to make buildings and do some farming which made my living. More than grains, I sowed love and I nurtured it. I distributed it in this village itself, as best as I could. Your grandmother was a great soul. She never allowed any visitor to leave our house with an empty stomach. More than the food, our genuine care satisfied our visitors. We have always been quite self-sufficient, yet our neighbors always shared their happiness with us, just like we did. They cared for us, and considered us worthy of their time and space. There is no substitute for HARD WORK. There is no substitute for LOVE.”
“I have been busy and my life has been quite rich and meaningful. As a hobby, I learned astrology. I never practiced astrology for money. I just guided a few who came to me to shed some light on some of their personal confusions. Astrology is ability to read into one’s destiny using the movement pattern of planets and stars. If destiny was a variable, astrology would fail. Fortunately, it is not. Destiny is constant, pre-determined. The science of astrology is based on a definite road map called destiny, a pre-planned journey that one takes in one life time. It is a science. It is sheer mathematics. The element of free will and the element of grace can always alter that to some extent.
Thus, I lived a simple life, away from the rush of the towns and lived long enough to see my wandering friends dead and buried! How many dreams and aspirations we chewed on during our youth! How many dreams we weaved. Some were realized, and some left unfulfilled. I have no regrets. It is time for me to go too. I may not survive this summer. My time is near. Death does not frighten me, nor am I worried about my life after death.”
“I do not know any God. I have not seen God. No God has come to me and guided me, let alone come to criticize me, beat me, or judge me. I believe that for the hungry, God is food and for the cold, God is warmth. In the summer, God comes as a cool breeze and in the spring, God appears as blossoms. I believe there is no God apart from its various forms. I believe God expresses itself through us too, as kindness, compassion and Love, while Devil, if there is one, expresses itself as jealousy, hatred, anger, and revenge. I do not know any grand philosophy nor do I want to know. What is the use of knowing it, if I cannot use it? I do not want anything that I cannot use or practice.”
David then saw his grandfather, grandmother, his parents and all his cousins in an outdoor party near a beautiful river. All were singing and dancing and there was immense love and sense of belonging-ness in the air. David sang many songs and had lots of fun.
There was a lot of food and drinks on the table, and when he touched a piece of bar-be-cued meat of a suckling pig-ling, (a specialty at important gatherings) he heard the voice of his grandfather again, even though he could not see him. “Remember David, that baby pig did not die happy, for you. It was forcefully killed. It was murdered for your enjoyment. Snatched from its mother’s breast while it was drinking its mother’s milk. Its mother is still alive and missing her child. Some of its brothers and sisters are still alive. Eat with clear understanding. Eat with awareness.” David dropped the meat. He could not consume any meat anymore.
He woke up with clear memory of the entire dream and he knew that his dear departed grandfather has just conveyed a very important and life-changing message to him. He had just used the medium of a dream to convey it, because he had already left this world and there was no way he could talk to David.
This was a crucial point in David’s life as he was getting more and more involved in a particular path of education that he chose and he was getting too introverted, indifferent and insensitive towards the outside world because of it. Even though his parents never interfered, he had taken a lot of responsibilities onto himself and was already suffering the pressures, pains and weight of it. Anxiety over possibility of failures or defeats were also affecting his self-esteem. David got a clear remedy to his dilemma from his Grand Father’s message. He decided “LIFE HAS GOT TO BE SIMPLE! Why do we make it complicated? We must definitely work hard. But, we must love our work. Love for work will remove all pressures and pains. If we love what we do, old age cannot make dents in our life.” The life of Baba’s three close friends clearly made David understand the futility of mad pursuits. Everything eventually ends up in the grave. All emotions, ego, ambitions end up at the same place. A life filled with love and laughter is worth more than the millions in the bank. He decided that he should appreciate what has been given to him, rather than be always dissatisfied, focusing on what he could not achieve as yet. He stopped comparing himself with others and judging or criticizing himself. He understood that he has always been in pursuit of something or the other that he did not have, ignoring everything that he already had. He realized that failing to enjoy the available materials or relationships always lead one to permanent disillusionment and eventual depression. He also realized that constant resistance to everything also consumes a lot of energy and it makes one tired. David decided to shift his life in 180 degrees. Love is the remedy. That is all he needed to learn and remember. Love is all one needs. He woke up to a completely new life.
P.S. Sometimes, protecting angels will take you to the astral plane and deliver such experiences. Its memory stays, if it is relevant to your terrestrial life. In order to keep the memories, directions and guidelines would be well engraved in the conscious memory, if that information was expected to be used in one’s life. It would be presented as a dream, even though it is an astral experience, a total communion. This is just for your understanding. Please understand that there are millions of permutations and combinations possible in our existence. So, do not think in terms of any specific patterns. Everything is individualistic and unique. Each moment is unique and each method is unique. One’s food could be another’s poison. So, do not judge experiences, but value them. Everything has relevance in some way, to some one.
‘Oh God beautiful, oh beautiful God,
At Thy feet I bow.
In the forest, Thou art green
In the mountains, Thou art high
In the river, Thou art restless
In the ocean, Thou art wave.
Oh God beautiful, oh beautiful God
At Thy feet I bow.
To the serviceful, Thou art service
To the lover, Thou art love
To the sick, Thou art healing
To the orphan, Thou art father.
Oh God beautiful, oh beautiful God,
At Thy feet I bow.’
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This is so beautiful and simple, Annette. Love Always. M
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Thanks a lot Mohanji!!
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Sometimes protecting angels
in the form of a dream
convey message and transform
one’s life to new scheme
That’s what happened to David
when he dreamed of his grandpa
introducing him to his friends
along the graveyard far
His grandpa was called Baba
extraordinary, grand
calm, collected character
in every situation in command
I
One friend was William Smith
strong man and brave heart
fire-brand, daring, charming
worked hard, money-smart
His three children abused him
he grew old and tired
they never agreed with him
let alone admired
Withdrawn and distracted he
preferred isolation
they fought over money
wanted the best ration
If we are not careful to
nurture relationships
later on the life could bring
alienation and hardships
Be in hell here means to be
without love, affection
it is what one craves for most
when weak, without protection
II
Stephen Summer, other friend
dreamed to be a pilot
he became one, flew aircrafts
he made wars blood scarlet
He bombed places and people
which left deep regret
eating into his flesh, his
conscience could never forget
Nagging cancer developed
in his low abdomen
he felt death will be solace
not tragical omen
He refused all the treatment
didn’t take painkillers
agony was purgatorial
he craved for victim’s forgiveness
III
The third friend’s name was Eric
a famous actor with recognition
name and fame didn’t bring him
peace, he sank into addiction
Without a stable relationship
consuming intoxicates
he had many children, wives
ignoring that old age awaits
No one was there to take care
of him at his death bed
he longed to see his children
for whom he never cared
He died old, sick, helpless
without experiencing their love
life is like a mirror
you reap what you sow
IV
Now David’s Baba told him
his own modest story
he went nowhere from one place
outer world was not his worry
He saw his own inner world
his world was within him
it was what he could hold on
their worlds were mere dream
He worked for a living
sowed love, nurtured it
nurturing is important
after sowing it
Baba and his wife gave food
true care to visitors
they were self-sufficient, yet
they shared happiness
Neighbours also cared for them
thought them worth time, space
There is no substitute for
hard work or love’s grace
Apart from being busy
he had selfless hobby
using maths, astrology
untied ones’ lives knobby
He explained the destiny
one’s pre-planned life’s journey
how free will and god’s grace
might alter destiny’s face
Simple life, with no regrets
without fear of death
no worry about other lives
he watched this life’s breath
With sense of belongingness
showing love and care
what one eats regularly
family have to be aware
Pig’s Cry
I went through pain, had piglets
my dear little children
you fell prey and victim of
people hunger-ridden
I was happy and fulfilled
becoming a mom
now they took you, cut your throat
I’ll never be calm
What is piglet on the plate
my baby, my blessing
those people don’t know at all
that they create suffering!
…
This dream happened to David
at crucial point in life
because he was getting
indifferent to outer life
Too many responsibilities
he took, felt weight of it
fear of failure put out
what his life’s vigour lit
Love has to be simple, we
must love work, though there’re strains
love for work will remove all
pressures, hard work pains
If we love what we do, then
life cannot make dents
mad pursuits are futile
cherish laughter moments
Life with love and laughter
is really worth living
stop comparing, judging
be grateful for what life’s giving
Failing to enjoy
what is available
leads to disillusionment
bliss seems unattainable
Resistance to everything
consumes lots of energy
makes one tired, exhausted
love is the remedy
Love is all one needs
love is always there
expressing love breeds
more love in the air
Love and surrender,
Biljana Vozarevic
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Beautiful Poem, Biljana. Do it in Serbian. 🙂 Love. M
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Here it is.
PREDIVNI UMOVI
MOĆ SNA
(Prema Mohanovom blogu ‘Beautiful Minds, Power of Dream’)
Išao Dejvid sa dedom
u šetnju kraj reke
čuo pesmu iz kolibe
zahvalnosti retke
„Hvala Gospode što si me
očinski čuvao
prevodio preko svega
zaštitu mi dao
Hvala što uvek uz mene
ti si kada treba
k’o majka kad ptica sleti
ptićima sa neba“
Osetio u snu Dejvid
zaštitu, smirenje
moćno je to kad je sanak
koristan za bdenje
Išli tako išli pa su
stigli i do groblja
Dejvid se čudio zar se
tu društvo okuplja
Deda mu je predstavio
prijatelje svoje
da bi Dejvid dalji život
proživeo bolje
I
Vilijam Smit, snažan čovek
srce hrabro, smelo
živa vatra, popularan
šarmantno mu telo
Bio je svačiji heroj
vredno je radio
puno je zarađivao
kući se vratio
Kad se penzionisao
bio je povučen
hteo da se izoluje
rastrojen, utučen
Troje dece svađalo se
s tako starim ocem
nisu bili zadovoljni
imovinom, novcem
Nisu se slagali o tom
što je govorio
umro je slomljenog srca
sam, napušten bio
Dok možemo moramo
svoje veze čuvati
pažnje svoje i ljubavi
svojim bližnjim dati
Jer kasnije život može
dati otuđenost
bez ljubavi, zajedništva
uz izolovanost
Bez topline, zajedništva
biti bez ljubavi
kad si slab i nezaštićen
„Pakao“ je pravi
II
Stiven Samer je hteo
pilot da postane
ostvario je želju
vozio avione
U puno ratova
je učestvovao
mnoga mesta, ljude
je bombardovao
Prolivanje krvi
ljudi, dece, žena
izvor je njegovog
najdubljeg žaljenja
Žaljenja su se u
meso usecala
izjedala, grizla
noću proganjala
I rak se stvorio
u donjem stomaku
ispaštao je kroz
bol oštru i jaku
Tretman odbijao
bez utehe bio
mučen, bespomoćan
smrću se tešio
III
Erik kao glumac
dočekao slavu
priznanje imao
ali ludu glavu
Ništa nije bilo
dosta mu za sreću
pa intoksikante
uzimao vreću
Zavisnik postao
žena je imao
a i mnogo dece
kome god se dao
Al’ ni jedno dete
različitih majki
nije negovao
ljubio da pajki
Pa kad je bio na
samrti, pun jada
nikog nije bilo
da se kome nada
Čeznuo je tek tada
za decom svojom
toplom rečju, negom
pažnjom, dobrom voljom
A nikada nije
kad im je trebalo
brinuo o njima
ma kol’ko im stalo
Pa sad kad je star
bolestan, nemoćan
svakom mu detetu
nevažno je l’ srećan
Biraj kako ćeš svoj
život proživeti
kako budeš sej’o
tako ćeš i žnjeti
IV
A deda je spolja
bio prosečan
nikud iz svog sela
a život odličan
Video je samo
unutrašnji svet
unutar je njega
bio njegov svet
Na kraju je deda
mogao da shvati
ko će imati za
šta da se uhvati
Oni nisu mogli
za svoj svet ogromni
a on je mogao
za svoj svet skromni
Od svoga je rada
živeo s ljubavlju
negovao ljubav
na poslu i slavlju
Kad poseješ ljubav
veoma je važno
da je i neguješ
da poraste snažno
Uvek je davao
iskreno gostima
i hranu i pažnju
posetiocima
Samodovoljan je
al’ delio sreću
tako je od male
sreće stvar’o veću
Komšije su ga sma-
trale vrednim truda
ljubav nema zamenu
a ljubav je svuda
Ni vredan rad nema
nikakvu zamenu
rad nam okupira
pažnju posvećenu
Deda stalno bio
u poslu nekom
hobi, astrologija
besplatno, ne čekom
Matematikom iz
zvezda je čitao
sudbinu ljudima
je objašnjavao
Njihove živote
zamršene brigom
je odmrsivao
svetlošću i knjigom
Sudbina je puto-
vanje planirano
davno pre nego što
nam je telo dano
A slobodna volja
i milost od boga
mogu ponešto da
promene od toga
Jednostavan život
praktičnog čoveka
bez žaljenja, straha
što smrt sve nas čeka
Nije brinuo o
tome šta će biti
u životu nekom
narednom po smrti
Porodica kad se
okupi zajedno
svi su prihvaćeni
svi su kao jedno
Oglasi se deda:
„Pune se trpeze
okupljanje, slavlje
ne jedi bezveze
Nemoj na životinju
da sebe svedeš
povedi računa
o tome šta jedeš“
VAPAJ MAJKE SVINJE
U bolu se oprasila
mile moje bebice
kako sam sretna bila
eto mene mamice
Drago moje mladunče
odmah su te oteli
milo drago stvorenje
okrutno su zaklali
I zaklali, i ispekli
pojeli mi dete
koliko to bola stvaraš
ti nezreli svete
I braća i sestre žale
za bratićem svojim
mira nemamo ni malo
dok za klanje dojim
…
Anđeli čuvari
nekad san pošalju
kao znak, uputstvo
za mudrost nadalju
I ovaj je sanak
prekretnica bio
Dejvidu je mnogo
za život značio
Jer je studirao
zatvoren postao
previše na spoljni
svet oguglavao
Bezosećajnost a
i indiferentnost
počeli da nago-
milavaju štetnost
Previše tereta
i odgovornosti
stavio na pleća
pritiskao kosti
Bolelo ga pod te-
žinom tog tereta
plašio se neuspeha
preokreta
Samopoštovanje
bledelo od brige
u grču i stresu
i sa i bez knjige
A život treba da
bude jednostavan
ni jedan san nije
takvom miru ravan
Moramo redovno
i vredno raditi
ali i ljubavlju
svoj rad ispuniti
Ljubav prema radu
ukloniće boli
stres i pritisak jer
taj svoj rad se voli
Tad starost ne može
da utisne traga
jer je rad nam prepun
ljubavnoga blaga
Besomučne trke
jesu uzaludne
sve će završiti
u grobu oskudne
A život ispunjen
ljubavlju i smehom
vredan je življenja
dobar prema nekom
Zahvali za sve ono
što ti je dato
ne poredi, ne osuđuj
druge zato
Ako kritikuješ
propustiš trenutak
da uživaš u tom
na raspolaganju
to će te odvesti
u zatvoren kutak
u depresiji i
u razočaranju
Opiranje svemu
troši energiju
zamara čoveka
zavrće mu šiju
Sve što je potrebno
je ljubav ka svima
ljubav sve izleči
i uvek je ima
Zato doprinesi
uzajamnoj snazi
pa ljubav ka svemu
što možeš izrazi
🙂 Love,
B
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That was great philosophy and truth of life served in a simple plate..as very simple food for thought! Thank you Mohanji!
Love
Anitha Sreekumar
Abudhabi
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shish tav charano pe jhukana chaahe mohanji …
pavitrata bharado nasnasme pyare pyare mohanji …
With l&g,
hems
Abudhabi
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Mohanji, Charansparsh,
I have no words…A complete silence…& contemplation…
Love and only love…
Gaurdian angels helping in our sadhana…Faith & surrender are the keys …
Guruji please help us to have complete surrender always at your lotus feet…
With gratitude,
MB
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awe… my translation is not like a song but more of an story that an elderly is speaking to me, as if I am “DAVID”
thank you for these story it had com in just right time for me…
but I must confess I am steel afraid of change, I’m afraid of me
I’m just guessing that change will come with doing, so I’ll better stop complaining and moaning and pick up myself and just BE with love in me and around me..
blessed be
Hugs and Kisses
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How can I contact you?
I am lost..just lost can you help me?
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Dear Mohanji!
I’m asking for your permission to translate your spiritually inspiring stories to the Estonian language. I have already started the translation and to be correct I need your approval. Also, I’m asking permission to use your photos for translations, in order to maintain closeness to your original blog posts, and I will add a link to your original blog. The translated blog will be for free reading to all Estonian people.
With Love,
Anu
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Yes Anu. Go ahead. You have my permission. Love. M
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Could you delete my comment because it contains my e-mail address.
Thank you!
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Email address id deleted. Hope this is fine. Love.
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Beauty is simple,
Simplicity is beautiful,
The truth is both simple and beautiful!
I loved it !
Rajesh
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I was speachless after reading your post on vibhuthi from sahasrara. wow..I am really glad to come across your blog. I even did your power of purity meditation. I felt so much energy around me. Thank you very much for sharing these amazing experiences with us.
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The story is so simple and yet it has a profound impact on my mind. Awareness is the key in all of life situations and in all pressing of situations the best is to surrender.
Lovely message Mohanji..
Warm regards and love
Anurag
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Thank you so much ❤ ❤ ❤
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