Gurupournima 1992, A Special Time – Sathya Sai Memories

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In those far off days of the old Mandir Darshan area, every moment seemed so precious. Darshan times, no mattered how crowded they were, always held something magical for us and I cannot really express how blissful each day was. Each one unfolded in the most unusal way, where and the outside world seemed to fade away.   Much like we had entered another realm of existence. We treasured our time with Swami back then and forever thankful for the memories.

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Gurupournima is always a venerable celebration. This time-honoured festival is held every `full moon day’ around  July in honour of the guru. I had inwardly asked Swami for a spot inside the Mandir and feeling confident that he would oblige, I ‘d bought a bright festive pink punjabi especially for the occasion.


Before dawn, I rose and left for darshan. There was a dream-like quality everywhere. The early morning sounds of distant chanting could be heard, and the crows nesting in the trees leading to the Mandir made a hard rasping sound as they greeted the new day.

From small houses tucked away behind zigzagging gardens, small lights shone – throwing a hazy glow along narrow alleyways, from which shadowy figures now and again emerged, as they walked drowsily to the temple.

A distant musical clock chimed the four o’clock hour with its melodic nursery rhyme tune – the last few notes of which hung defiantly on to the stillness of the night air.

At the temple, the long queues of ladies spilled over into one another as they squatted in tired readiness for Omkar, the morning chant.

And on reaching the seating area, I noticed ladies assembled everywhere.

The endless queues stretched beside and around the Mandir entrance. In fact, there must have been over forty lines all of which were double. They sat squashed and anxious. I chose the row by the side of the Poornachandra Hall which I hoped would be favourable.

Soon dawn began to break and in the early morning light, I noticed the Mandir had already begun to fill with visiting V.I.P.s, hospital and ashram staff,  I knew few `general lines’ would be permitted to enter.

When the Seva Dal lady came along with her bag of numbers, I held my breath and prayed silently for a positive token, but being seated somewhere in the middle of the line, I couldn’t find out what number we had drawn. Suddenly, the young girl in front of me turned and whispered, “It’s o.kay, we have

line five.”

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Line one slowly rose and were seated, and then a pause before line two moved.  After what seemed endless waiting, line three and four both rose and went in at the same time. Then another tedious wait. Ultimately, after a heated discussion among the Seva Dal, we too, were guided in and placed unexpectedly in the front. Just after we sat down, the Seva Dal closed the gates.



Our line was the last to enter but our seating position proved to be the very best.

This of course reminded me of the Biblical text, “and the last shall be first.”


When Swami gave darshan that morning, he walked by us time and again, blessing us, and smiling – indeed that morning is among my most memorable.


 

What is Guru Purnima?
The full moon day in the Hindu month of Ashad (July-August) is observed as the auspicious day of Guru Purnima, a day sacred to the memory of the great sage Vyasa. All Hindus are indebted to this ancient saint who edited the four Vedas, wrote the 18 Puranas, the Mahabharata and the Srimad Bhagavata. Vyasa even taught Dattatreya, who is regarded as the Guru of Gurus.


Rainbow Over Puttaparthi – 15.7.11. – More Sathya Sai Memories

 

Puttaparthi, at 6.30 p.m. after the First Gurupourmina Festival without our Physical Baba

 

Blessed on Gurupurnima : Puttaparthi 15th July 2011, 6.30 pm

The rainbow is a symbol of the divine presence, the bow of God, the brilliant light display of glory around God’s throne. So the rainbows evoke a kind of deep spiritual fervor and hope for a divinely blessed life.

 


Details on Rainbows

The experience of seeing the colours of the rainbow, when the sun is shining and it has been raining, is one we all can share. The experience often has a magical quality to it as though it is stirring some deep inner response. Such is the wonder of the light that forms the colours of the rainbow.

Emmanuel Swedenborg, one of the greatest spiritual pioneers of the western world, readily recognised the universal importance of light. To use his term, it corresponds to the inner awakening of enlightenment caused by the shining light inherent in truth and wisdom dispelling the darkness of doubt and despair.

Most of the colours that you and I see are produced by part of the sun’s light energy being absorbed/smothered by the objects around us. The red chair, say, gives far less light energy than it receives, whereas the heavenly principle is to GIVE AS WE RECEIVE. To consider light and colour from a spiritual viewpoint we should look at colour by transmitted light. These colours are, of course, the colours of the rainbow, when no light is lost but its inner beauties are quite literally opened out before our eyes as it shines through the transparent water droplets in the rain cloud. We are not intended to absorb the light … enlightenment, joy and happiness … rather we are intended to transmit it; and in doing so to unfold its meaning for others, and for ourselves too.

 The colours of the rainbow are not just wonderful images in our natural world but also convey deep spiritual meaning.

Isaac Newton, discovered how to produce the colours of the rainbow using a glass prism and a slit of light. Schoolchildren the world over still sense his joy of discovery in repeating this experiment for themselves. The mystical importance of the rainbow is intuitively perceived by almost everyone. It brings out the childlikeness in us … the ‘look what I’ve found’ spontaneous desire to share. It inspires a sense of joy and optimism, linked to another childlike quality – wonder.