Date Sent: November 01, 2014
QUOTE: God is neither partial nor unjust. God is not responsible for the wealth of one man or the poverty of another. You suffer on account of your own actions. There is nothing chaotic or capricious in this world. Things do not happen in this universe by accident or chance in a disorderly manner. They happen in regular succession and events follow each other in a regular order.
God has laid down Law of Karma. God did not stop you from doing the actions you did in the past (read previous life). He will not stop the consequences. Why should he?
Sometimes I receive emails that say "I wish to achieve Self-Realization, I want to leave my family and go to Himalayas". My only answer is "Please don't do that". These things are not for us. This is Kali-Youga. God is with you the moment you think of him. You don't feel his presence? Then destroy Maya (Grand illusion of your mind) you will see his feet walking with yours every step you take. Destroy that mind and you will feel his hand holding yours. He will take you on the most beautiful journey of the universe....beyond the gross words or the wildest imagination of yours.
Anyway, Every life is different. Here are excerpts from OM Swami's upcoming book that will be available on Amazon soon. OM Swami used to work as a IT lead in a multinational in Australia. One day he just gave up everything and left for Himalayas where he still lives.
The only thing I can say is - Please never try it. It is only for the very few that are already close to Divine.
Below is the prologue from OM Swami's upcoming memoir slated to be released (November 2014) by Harper Collins India.
------------- A Monk's Memoir - In OM Swami's own words
We are a rather strange species, if you ask me. Almost always, we want something different or more than what we already have. Strange because our capacity to be selfless is as immense as our potential to be selfish. I can vouch for it because I saw myself as a kind person, and didn't think I had it in me to cause pain to my loved ones. But when propelled by my desire, I inflicted it upon them effortlessly.
One morning, I got up, got ready, went to work and did not go back home in the evening. Instead, I boarded a train to take me away from all my certainties, from the people I loved and from the wealth I owned. Giving my family no warning, no indication, I simply walked away, although I well knew it would be a point of no return.
It's not that I didn't think about their feelings. I did, but chose to ignore how they might have felt because I couldn't postpone my inner calling any further. I no longer wanted to get up every morning, work the entire day, come home in the evening, eat my dinner and go to sleep just because everyone else was doing it, just because it was considered 'normal'. Who dictated what was normal anyway? If I had to live my life by the rules and conditions set by others then what was the goal of my life, what was my individual purpose - if there was any?
Before me lay the material wealth I had earned painstakingly over the last decade. But cars, properties and a bank balance, however decent, were lifeless things, they always had been. I wasn't born with these possessions and they certainly wouldn't go with me after I died. So, what was the struggle of life about? And whatever it was about, was it worth it?
Countless times I had consoled myself that one day I would find the answers, but this consolation was wearing thin now, while my questions were beating like muffled drums in my head. With each strike, the sound was getting louder, getting closer. And, it drowned every other voice around me: the melodious songs of the birds, the pouring of rain, the compassionate words of my mother, the caring ones of my father; nothing was audible anymore, let alone joyous.
Just as the advancing dawn erases the existence of the night, my departure from the material world wiped away my life as I had known it. Leaving behind everything I had worked towards, razing all that I had ever built and abandoning everyone I had ever known, I felt indifferent towards my own past. An uninterested stranger.
From an internet cafe, I sent emails to my family and close friends, saying I was going away and didn't know if and when I would return. No emotions, no sentiments tugged at my heart when I deleted the email account, destroyed my SIM card, gave away the phone and broke up with my material life of three decades. Casting away the labels that once defined me - son, brother, friend, CEO, MBA, colleague - I walked out of the shop and into a new skin.
This new existence was utter nakedness, no, not in physical terms, but in being nothing, having nothing, not even an identity or a name - the life of a monk. It was only in this state of emptiness, as it were, that I could be filled by what I sought most desperately: a true inner life. |