Friday, September 11, 2015


301.In the other case , a visitor went to see him at Mai Niwas, in one of the evenings of 1949. It was not hard for him to find out the place, as it was the building on the crow fly straight road from the Santa Cruz West Station and the very last one.
He soon recognised the building , but to his great surprise, it had neither  the augustness  nor the silence of an Ashram. He could see that that the building had in front , a big hall with Mother's image facing East. There were two large doors to the main hall and two small rooms in the rare, with a smaller number room and a bath-room attached to the western bedroom and the eastern bedroom respectively.The building had all the appearance of the public place , without a watchman , but surely not an Ashram or a religious awe-inspiring , serenity radiating Institute.
What does one find ? Out-and-out rowdyism of  more than a dozen boys and girls below fourteen, simply a noise ,an ill-disciplined crowd of them.  Such a small building for an Ashram had five doors and anyone was coming in from any door and going away from any other and doing whatever one liked.

The stranger had naturally the courtesy of not going in straight without peeping through any of the doors , but he could infer that all that shouting , running , quarreling, beating, mutual chasing, escaping from one door and entering by another , etc., was going on , in the presence of some elderly person of that place who was simply seated on his cot in the bed-room, as if he were deaf and dumb  and blind and lame.  In the open spaces in the compound round the building , cows and bulls and dogs and bitches , some goats and lambs  , and some crows and kites were in full their mischievous shouting and playfulness.The bulls were raising dust with their horns , dogs were wagging their tails and following girls that were making  their way to the kitchen room ; crows were sipping waters  from the shallow pits  under the water pipe, out side in the compound and sitting in a row, one on each of the compound pillars' crests , goats were grazing  as trespassers in a private building compound  and lambs were skipping as if in the lands of their owners and their won backyards.
The visitor had not a shadow of doubt, this was the place. Not only that, but the so called "Saint" (?) was seated in. It was out and out  meaningless thing to enter the place or announce himself , where there was not even a silence as would permit ordinary speaking to be audible. He had a feeling of disgust. He laughed outright and said to himself," What sort of Ashram this is ?? and what sort of Saint he is ?? " The disgust abated itself after climax and turn to be the the feeling of a mere wasteful scoffing curiosity of only seeing things .
Some boys were running up on the terraces.Some girls were taking out  a harmonium from its box and three girls were simultaneously thrusting their fingers  and the harmonium was being snatched and run away with by one girl from another. Some were simply pulling out keys thereof. Some knowing that they could not succeed in getting the harmonium  took out a nice Tabla pair and some were striking  their hands as if it was a village drum; just as it were to see if there was an orange in the hollow below the leather top. Some boys were simply switching on and off  all the lights , and seeing the brilliance and its dis-appearance, leaving them all finally burning. In the corner , a small child brought by a girl  and left to play itself  was busy with taking  a time-piece from the Mother's pedestal  and playing by striking it to pieces against the stone floor.Some had entered the kitchen room , some, one group of five friendly girls, had taken out the tins of tea, sugar and Nestle's Milk, and were igniting the stove.Three were busy with closing  the entrance door  and offering their great resistance to push out the other girls  trying to force their way  in.  Some one had by that time  entered the bath room and closing the doors , had begun to bathe with a pears-soap.Some three boys had entered the lumber room adjoining and were quarreling over the blank paper packets , headed paper pads, old magazines, used stamps and blank note-books lying in the waste paper basket , having made a heap in the centre of all things they had thought  worth taking away. Some two three boys were busy with taking out biscuits and kajjus   , grapes , oranges, etc. which were placed on a table in the bed room itself, just opposite the cot on which the so called saint , it looked, was seated.

The visitor was sick of the scene. His modern living mental set up of ," Who are you to touch my things ?" " With whose permission did you enter this place ? " Don't disturb me ", " Get out, you mischievous fellows ". " You rascals, have you come to steal away my things  ?" , was over powering him  and creating a contemptuous disgust. He laughed again and again in his mind " Should I meet him at all or go back ? ", without his knowing that someone had come ?? " When will this ruffian-ism be over ?"
Just then some cows and bulls climbed up the steps , and made their way to kitchen -door and put their mouths in vessels , kept open for them  as it were. All were disturbed, the gangs were broken and as all birds collect together  fly away on a gunshot , every one of them , boys and girls , ran away from the place to the streets around , leaving all things as they were, scattered and at sixes and sevens.
The visitor said to himself," All are gone . I loose nothing in seeing the man." He was taking his small time to decide . He saw there was a ring button  at the door. He again laughed. " What is the meaning of this electric bell ring button to this sort of place , with all doors open !! where even animals do not need any permission  to enter even the kitchen room !!
Suddenly, he heard a musical voice singing. He looked the man was coming out. He did come. The way he sang assured he was  perhaps the master of  singing in his young days , very likely an examiner in the music for some boys and girls' schools.
Out he came.He welcomed the visitor with " come in please ". The visitor stepped in.But where does the former asked him to take his seat or inquire of his name , place or purpose etc. ??
He turns to image and sing :
" Bazuza Khairaata Kachhhu Apanaa Nahi Hay." [ Except charity absolutely nothing is ours.]The visitor has evaporated from his eyes and mind.The visitor is more and more stunned with his manners of dealing with him; he has no curiosity or suspicion and no sympathetic interest to hear the words of the line sung. The man sings the same line over and over again , with different modulations, his feet are greatly prevented from dancing. Not by the presence of visitor but by his own body-heaviness.The hands were free.They clap beating time.The visitor is not only a distant spectator . He is not in the eye or the mind of the Founder.

Tears flow.He wipes them with the hand of his dhoti. Feet loose all shyness. They join the hands to make the music more beautiful and squeezing out the subtle-most feeling , pleasure from the inner-most treasure house of thought and wisdom and emotion.

There is , as it were chocking in the heart, which is being pulled out and being dedicated to Mother , in morsels. He weeps. He sits down, gets up, apply his head to the Lotus Feet of the Image. lifts up the Image, puts it back.

The zazbaa ( the spiritual foam and effervescence ) is slowly and slowly coming down with the repetitions of the line , just as a flood or fire gets more and more controllable and tamed and abated .It is something  which is being made to be consumed away.
It took some 15 to 20 minutes . He ran into the bathroom, not minding the visitor , hurriedly washed his face and came to welcome the visitor. " Come in Sir, come in. I am so sorry, I had to keep you waiting". His leaps trembled , when he said," but I was helpless." He effort-fully composed himself to be on the normal plane. " I think you were waiting since long. You were perhaps waiting for these locusts to disappear."

Said he," with a smile of deep meaning," Unless you be like children , you can't enter the kingdom of heaven." " You were not a child and so you could not enter. " " Am I to be blamed ? There is no permission needed here. There is not a single lock big or small in the whole house.Till 2 a.m. , all the doors are open. At 5 a.m. , I do not like to be disturbed  by the milkman from my sleep, so I sleep without bolting all doors at any hour of the day or night.

The visitor was lost in the ocean of the spiritual thoughts and emotions.He did not think of any formality.He could not raise his tongue to create a jarring noise to disturb himself and to forcefully pull his mind to mental plane  from the ocean of the undreamed sweetness and wonder. The sweetness was gradually maturing itself to lead him to the blissfulness.The wonder was gradually transforming
itself to reverential worshippingness.
Said the Founder," One Friday night, the last devotee was getting up to go , , found  a thief just concealing himself. The devotee was strong enough. He ran after him, caught him and brought him to me , asking me  if he should hand him over to the Police . I said," No. " and told the thief ," Take away whatever you like from here ". The thief was put to shame  and was let loose."
The Founder can only be the speaker. He repeated the line " Bazuza Khairaata Kachhhu Apanaa Nahi Hay.".
" Except what Mother, with Her own Majestic Mercifulness, only as a charity, permits and enables me to use, and enjoy in all gratefulness to Her , except what Mother herself places in my mouth, and feeds me with, as Grace remnant morsels , nothing belongs to me.What of my home, wife, children , wealth and possession ?  not even my own body , mind , heart and soul, is mine ."
Pointing his finger to the Mother, and unable even to utter a syllable , the Founder could not hold himself erect and standing. He dropped himself down , simply sat down on the ground, and began starring at the visitor speechlessly, as if busy with the work of sublimating and re-constituting the visitor's soul.
 Jay Mai . Jay Mai. Jay Mai. Jay Mai. Jay Mai. 

To be continued in the next post 



[ Mai-ism was represented at All Faiths' Conference at Nasik (India) in 1933 and the Indian Philosophical Congress at Poona (India) in 1934. Maiji was invited to Japan for the World Religious Congress in 1955. Maiji was the Sub-Councillor-in-Chief of the International Religion Federation which was started in Japan in 1955
Maiji had been elected as VICE PRESIDENT and spiritual MINISTER for PEACEFUL HUMAN RELATIONSHIP & Universal Religious Alliance ( U.R.A.) in Havana, Cuba for SIX YEARS FROM 1959 TO 1965.

The most appreciated representation of Mai-ism was at the Universal Religious Alliance World Congress held at Havana in Cuba from 23 October 1959 to 22 January 1960. Mai-ism was explained, discussed and commented upon in the World Congress by Revered Sister Duchesse Blanche Ledran, The Grand  Chancellor of the Universal Religious Alliance. Mai-ism received the greatest approbation in this World Congress of the Universal Religious Alliance , which has a standing of over five decades. In fact it is one of the first most important universal religious institutes. 

As stated in the Preliminary Report pertaining to the Congress held on 23 October 1959, the complete attendance at the Congress was around 3800 persons 2184 of which intergrated about  318 different official delegations, which came from 96 different countries. The representation was of  449 different sections and sub-sections of religious and various organisations. Further more , 43 countries had sent their official observers.  Appreciation and truest understanding about Mai-ism by the said World Congress would be evident from these words; " We have received valuable literature from all quarters of the world, which amply reveals that the regeneration of man as at the hand, as well as that a new age ( Aquarian ) is being ushered in taking shape of  a brand new Spiritual Civilisation. We recommend such sources of research. We recommend Mai-ism and the Mai-Institute of Santa Cruz West, Bombay - 54 India." ]




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