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The leelas of the Divine

Swami likes to play. He has this capacity to enthuse you with something that you found insignificant before. He creates role-plays and throws himself into them for the pleasure of living and playing. Afterwards, everyone learns a personal lesson from the event. That is what is happening on this earth: We are here to learn how to live and love from every possible and imaginable situation.

Swami is very indulgent and has amazing patience. One evening, he invited a man to his apartment in Mauritius. This man had aggressively thrown endless catechist sentences and canonical rules at us. I was enraged to hear this fanatic. When would he stop? I was ostentatiously looking at my watch. Swami, unlike me, kept smiling and had taken his notepad out to take notes! Through this event, I was vaccinated against any dogmatism and had received a lesson in patience.

Fanatics exist in every religion. God is one, man creates the differences. Every religion can lead to God. It is a boat on the ocean of our lives. In one life we are Christian, once Muslim, once Hindu, another time Jewish, another time Sufi another Muslim, and then we are born again to become Hindu, Jewish and Sufi thus the soul learns to practice different religions without becoming dogmatic.

Swami plays in everyday communication. He doesn’t show even a thousandth of his knowledge. Many times I have realised how I automatically judge people whom I hardly even know. Swami never judges, he just loves.

With him, we often don’t know what to think during everyday communication. He can say a banality with a very serious face, as if it were an important revelation or give you an important message in a very casual way. He knows our prejudices and everyone’s fixed ideas.

Because I am afraid to make a mistake, say something wrong and be laughed at, I once spoke without thinking and supported Swami’s viewpoint in a conversation, instead of offering my own opinion. Two sentences later, Swami went in the opposite direction, and I found myself entangled in my remark, facing my own hypocrisy.

A guru is someone who removes ignorance and makes you self-realise. Swami does it while having fun. Life is not sad with him. Yes, we laugh a lot!

Once, Pierre got lost while driving Swami. Swami burst into laughter in the back of the car as Pierre drove around the same roundabout for the third time. By the time Pierre found the right way, rain was pouring downand all the restaurants were closed apart from a diabolical pizzeria, decorated with plastic ghosts and witches as if it was Halloween. What a delicious pizza!

Swami likes to sing bhajans, and God’s name in whatever form it takes. He knows every tone, half tone, quarter tone… He tells me about my bhajan singing, “Pritala, you are always half a beat too late!”

Ironing

Swami had just received a magnificent robe made of orange silk. It was shining like no other in his wardrobe. He decided to take it with him to the retreat and Easter darshan of Lörrach, in April 2006 in Germany. On Easter Monday, about 150 people were present for darshan. Swami gave me the robe to iron. In the corridor, I set up the ironing board and plugged the iron in, while Swami was preparing himself for the ceremony. I was ironing and some people were still walking through the corridor. Swami opened the door and called me,

–  “Pritala, come here. Have you finished?” He asked.

–  “Not yet, but I have finished the trouser, It is hanging over there. If you want me to, I can give it to you”, I replied. I went towards the trouser but Swami shouted,

–  “Pritallllaaaaaa!!!! It’s burning! Look! Ahhhhh!!!”

I ran towards the iron that I had forgotten on the beautiful orange robe, but it was too late, the robe was burnt. The mark of the iron was very visible, like a dark red trace on the orange material. I went into Swami’s bedroom to take a better look, but there was nothing to do, it was very noticeable. I was in dismay.

– “I am sorry…” I said.

– “It’s spoilt, I can’t wear it anymore now”, said Swami, raising his arms.

– “It’s the back of the robe, so when you are sitting, perhaps the people will not see it”, I suggested.

– “But when I walk, they will see the mark of an iron on my back!” He said.

– “Do you have another robe?” I asked.

– “No, I only have that one, and the others are dirty”, he said.

– “We could cut it above the burn”, I said hopefully.

– “You will sew it by hand now? And one cannot wear a robe like that. It’s not proper”, he said.

– “I am really sorry, what do we do?” I asked.

– “Finish ironing the top of the robe”, he said.

Feeling miserable, I ironed the top. In my mind I went over how it had all happened. I had just destroyed his robe. The first thing my mind usually does is to blame others: Why did he call me while I was ironing? He should have seen that I was busy and that he shouldn’t bother me! My second thought is generally blaming myself: I should have been more careful, and put the iron to the side. This was immediately followed by a way to stop me from feeling guilty: I did what he asked me to do, he told me to come and I obeyed. I obeyed so it’s his fault if I left the iron on the robe! The third thought was a bit better: No, I should have moved the iron. Even if he called me, it’s not a reason to forget. I should have finished what I was doing and then seen what he wanted.

I then brought the ironed robe to Swami’s bedroom. Brother Jyotirananda arrived.

– “You know what? He burnt my robe”, said Swami.

– “What? Your brand new robe?” Brother Jyotirananda asked.

– “Yes, look there”, said Swami pointing to it.

I held the robe up in front of the window to show the damage.

– “Where? I don’t see anything,” said Brother Jyotirananda.

He walked closer to the robe while I looked closely as well and turned the robe in all directions.

– “Where do you see it’s burnt? I can’t see anything”, said Brother Jyotirananda.

– “Yes, it was burnt, in the back. There was the mark of the iron, all red”, said Swami.

– “There is nothing, not even a little trace”, replied Brother Jyotirananda.

There was no longer any trace of the mark on the robe. I couldn’t believe it. I was both relieved and perplexed. I looked at Swami who asked me:

– “How did you do that?”

– “What do you mean how I did that? You just repaired it and ask me how I did it? I burnt it and you repaired it. Thank you anyway, I feel much better”, I said.

– “OK. Leave me alone now, I have to get dressed”, he said.

We left the room and I hurried to prepare myself for the ceremony that was going to start in ten minutes. Hot stuff, this ironing story!

Pritalananda – France

“Change your hearts!” could have said Swami Vishwananda

 “What do we have to do?” the crowd asks John the Baptist in a film about Jesus Christ. And John answers with: “Change your hearts!” It is Swami Vishwananda who has helped me to understand what this change of heart needed to be for me. Several years ago someone phoned me to say that a young Swami would be visiting and asked if I would like to go and see him. ‘Oh no, I do not want anyone in orange in my life anymore,’ was my immediate reaction. For there comes a time that one realizes that, yes, we may need the help from a Teacher, but the actual change can be made only by ourselves. I had engaged in several spiritual groups with their Teachers and teachings; read many books; done various exercise-practices and engaged in service for the poor, the ill and the downtrodden for very many years. Now, finally, I felt the urgent need to be with my Divine Source, with the Self with a capital ‘S’. And so, my ’no’ seemed definite. However, the person who invited me to see the young Swami was persistent and frequently kept phoning me with the same invitation. Finally I agreed to go see him. When I saw Swami Vishwananda that first time, I liked his simplicity. As time passed, I got more and more familiar with his ‘just love’ approach to spirituality. This proved to be my ‘missing link’. Time in nature showed me non-duality: no good, no bad, just Existence. Then one day, tired from work, I sat down in my easy-chair to rest. Suddenly, I experienced this Divine state of non-duality deep within my own heart, a state of Pure Love. And when one experiences the true Divine Love, there is no good or bad, no ego or egotism and no greed nor clinging need. There is only giving and sharing when we experience this Love. The experience transformed my heart. Even though this transformation is an ‘all ready and go’ state, I am still working at consciously applying it at any given moment. I want to become like Swami Vishwananda who always loves purely and in whose heart and mind no thought arises except that of Divine Love. To be able to see and experience this was not an overnight happening. The realization took some time before the window opened to allow a better glimpse of who Swami Vishwananda in reality is, and who we all really are! And this, for me, is the greatest miracle.

Tarakeshwari – Netherlands

Cheerfulness of Swami Vishwananda

The stories of Krishna stealing butter have strong parallels with Swami Vishwananda. He steals the hearts of humans with his abundance of love and devotion, a perfect example of his teachings. His cheerfulness, jokes and humour were so very attractive when we first meet him in 1998.

His joy when experiencing snow for the first time, in the Swiss Alps, nearly made him a snowman with all his playful rolling around. As we went up Schilthorn mountain – which is over 2’000 m (over 6’300 ft) high, it began to snow. We were disappointed as we wanted Swami to enjoy the marvellous view of the other mountains, but Swami said, “Don’t worry.” As he said it, the sun came through and in no time the clouds sank deeper and deeper.

We also experienced Swami Vishwananda’s direct relationship with animals. A mountain bird stood close to him and hopped nearer and nearer up onto his outstretched hands.

While we were travelling, by car or by train, Swami always had a bhajan on his lips; exactly like Krishna and his flute. This always put us in a good mood.

In the kitchen the exuberance was never missing. We exchanged Indian and Swiss recipes, cooked together and also laughed a lot. I was always very touched, as Swami was always helping: with cooking, cleaning, washing the dishes and drying. He helped with everything. For him this was the most natural thing in the world! At the same time, we sang and laughed a lot.

Verena Leuzinger – Switzerland

 

Goddess Saraswati trained Swami Vishwananda

One day while were driving in the car with Swami Vishwananda, a very old tape with bhajans was playing.  At one point Swamiji said, “My God, I’m singing so badly there.” I asked him if he still remembered singing this song during his other life when the recording we were hearing was made. He replied, “Like I’m there now…” I told him that the poor quality of his voice was perhaps due to the historical recording techniques employed in those days, and not from his own poor vocal skills. He smiled, and told me that he had spent a lot of time with Goddess Saraswati to train his voice before coming down to Earth in this life.

Naamdev – Germany

A wealth of health through Swami Vishwananda

If you think that saints are depictions of people on stained glass windows, distant and quaintly irrelevant in the furious pace of the twenty-first century, then you have not met Swami Vishwananda. Since it is not every day you meet a saint, I was somewhat apprehensive about meeting him. I need not have worried.
At our meeting I found Swami Vishwananda to be warm, open and caring. I thought saints were supposed to be geriatrics but Swami is surprisingly young. We chatted briefly about a certain health condition of mine. After words of advice and wisdom he manifested a pendant with Lakshmi (goddess of wealth) on it. He advised me that wearing the pendant would give me a wealth of health. How he did manifest it, I don’t know. He seemed to pluck it out of the air because he sure did not have it up his short-sleeved shirt. I walked away from speaking with Swami Vishwananda feeling joyful and loved. Later at one of his darshans I met him again after standing in line for over an hour. Even though he had ministered to dozens of people before me, he still greeted me as warmly as if I had been the first person in line. Recognising me and his manifested pendant I wore, he spoke briefly and tenderly to me.
If I never see Swami again, at least I can die knowing that I met with someone exceedingly rare—a flesh-and-blood saint! I believe Swamiji’s greatest gift is his unconditional love. And for his Love that he gives freely and to everyone, I am eternally grateful!
W. – South Africa
for infos about the center of Swami Vishwananda: http://www.centerspringen.org/
for infos about Babaji: http://www.virtual-babaji-vishwananda.blogspot.com and http://www.swamivishwananda.com
for infos about healing:http://www.vishwanandahealing.blogspot.com/

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