I've never seen you all so exhausted! Even a
fly could go for a tour in your mouth and you wouldn't know. What you've
just done should energise you!
I thank all of you for making this
chariot
procession a success, and the masters have told me that this will be
THE chariot procession and I think that's what we experienced. As of
today I won't be involved. It will carry on with the members and
committee. I won't be involved at all because for the period this
procession was tabled, I've only had stress. I've got all the dates for
your chariot procession for the next ten years and you must decide
if you want to start preparations for next year tomorrow, or wait until
the day
before.
The mother looked absolutely beautiful
today. In 22 years I have never seen her in all the glamour we saw her
in today. Thank you to everyone who made that possible. To all of you who
pulled the chariot today, if it wasn't for you the chariot would not
have left here. Give yourselves a round of applause. To my masters who
were
fighting with God to keep the rain at bay, give them a round of
applause. I think they really did a good job. They told me there'd be
no rain for five hours - from 1.30 to 6.30pm we had 5 hours without
rain. Thank you very much and God bless all of
you.
Just this morning I was talking, and I said, "For me, this is my greatest passion". Even a thank-you won't help
me. This is what I live to do. I don't do anything else. For as long
as many of you have known me I have been doing this. This is my passion. My
masters instruct me, and I come out and do it. Many of you don't
understand this concept of master and disciple. It doesn't only work
on the material plane. It doesn't stop here. Even after he leaves
this material plane, your master will guide you, talk to you, and tell you
where you are going. Your master teaches you the art of silence. Only
your master can do that. Your master tells you when to act, when not to
act, and how to react. But you must be in tune with your master. Some of you
think that by sitting here you're in tune with me. It's not like that. Hundreds of
you can serve me food, but only the guru can decide who gets the darshan.
He can take your food and not even recognise you. He can take your food,
and give you darshan and you won't understand until your guru is gone.
Some of you don't understand your guru.
Your tone, your voice, your statements are not called for. But your guru doesn't react with you because he knows the art of
silence. And the art of silence is the only thing that will take you
through this journey. When the media phones, anybody knowing the
art of silence, will say, "I have no comment". The art of silence lets
you leave your issues behind, and just go with your tissues. That is
the art of silence.
I'm only an instrument and
this is my love. I'll give up anything for this. I'm leaving for Sri
Lanka on Tuesday for my guru. It is his birthday on the 26th. I will be
there on his birthday. I will be so happy to be at my guru's samadhi
place, to sit there and enjoy his energy. You are all lucky. I
don't have my guru in the physical. I have my guru in energy. You have
a physical guru. If you don't have a guru, go and find one. I used to
say
that a lot before. Find a guru and hold onto his leg for dear life.
And once you can hold onto his leg for dear life, that guru will take
you to
your heights.
I'm going to conclude by talking to you quickly about my
first guru, Narainsami. Before he accepted me as his disciple he chased
me
away three times. I was young, just fourteen years old. He chased my
father too. His words
were, "What rubbish! I'm no guru. I cut sugar cane! Who told you this
rubbish? get out!" My father had a short fuse and all the way back home
he
was swearing at my mother. There was an old
lady there who said, "Son, relax, he behaves like that". My father said
that Narainsami was mad. My mother cried to go again so my father took
her. It was
by the beach, and his words were, "I told y'all yesterday! What's your
people's problem? Get out now!" My father shouted at my mother again.
To secure a third trip, my mother cried and didn't eat for two days, so my father
gave in and took her again. We get there, and Narainsami said, "Come, come". My father couldn't
understand this. The same man who chased us and said what bullshit
all this was, now said, "Come, come".
Today I remember my first experience
with my guru. He had a bottle of Mainstay, and a pork chop in his
hand. He asked, "What's your problem?" My father told him that I had
epilepsy and fits. My guru said, "Nonsense. He doesn't have epilepsy.
Go home". Narainsamy
was filthy, with fat dripping off his face from the chop. He took a
piece of paper, drew
some lines, a triangle, square, rectangle, circle. He said to my father,
"Take this home,
put it in a bucket of water and bath him outside". My dad said it
wouldn't work. We go home, my mother holding the piece of paper for
dear life. She put
it in the water, I was outside, naked, and they poured a bucket of water
over
me. Then I came right. That's how he became my guru. And I held onto
him
for dear life, for ten, maybe twelve years. And then I met Jagadambal
and
left him to hold onto her.
