Monday A.M., Jan. 20th, 1896.
We finished in our last about Pratikas. One idea more of the preparatory Bhakti, and then we will go on to the Para, the supreme. This idea is what is called Nishta, devotion to one idea.
We know that all these ideas of worship are right, and all good, and we have seen that the worship of God, and God alone, is Bhakti; the worship of any other being will not be Bhakti, but God can be worshipped in various forms, and through various ideas, and we have seen that all these ideas are right and good, but the difficulty is here: If we just stop with his last conclusion, we find that in the end we have frittered away our energies, and done nothing. It is a great tendency among liberal people to become jack-of all-trades, and master of none, to nibble a little here and there, and in the long run and they have nothing. In this country it many times grows into a sort of disease, to hear various things and do nothing. there is the advice of one of our old Bhaktas-"Take the honey com all flowers, mix with all with respect, say yea, yea, to all, out give not up your seat".
This giving not up your own seat is what is called Nishta. It is not that one should hate, or even criticises the ideals of other people; he knows they are all light; but, at the same time, he must stick to his own ideal every strictly.
There is a story of Hanuman, who was a great worshipper of Rama; just as the Christians worship Christ as the incarnation of God, so the Hindus worship many incarnations of God; according to them, God came nine times in India, and will come once more. When he came as Rama this Hanuman was His great worshipper. Hanuman lived very long, and was a great Yogi, and during his lifetime Rama came again as Krishna, and he, being a great Yogi, knew that the same God had come back again as Krishna. He came and served Krishna, but he said to Him, "I want to see that Rama form of yours". Krishna said." Is not this form enough? I am this Krishna; I am this Rama; all these forms are mine". Hanuman said, "I know that, but the Rama form is for me. The Lord of Janaki and the Lord of Sri are the same; they are both the incarnations of the Supreme Self; yet the Lotus-eyed Rama is my all in all". This is Nishta; knowing that all these different forms of worship are right, yet sticking to one, and rejecting the others.
We must not worship the others at all. We must not hate or criticise them, but respect them. The elephant has two teeth coming out from his mouth. These are only for show; he cannot eat with them; but the teeth that are inside are those with which' he chews his food. So mix with all states, say yea, yea to all, but join none. Stick to your own ideal of worship. When you worship, worship that ideal of God which is your own Ishtam, your own chosen. If you do not you will have nothing. Nothing will grow. When a plant is growing it is necessary that it should be hedged round lest any animal eat it up. When it has become strong and a huge gigantic tree, do not care for any hedges, it is perfect in itself. So when just the seed of spirituality is growing, to fritter away the energies on all sorts of religious ideas, a little of this, and a little of that, a little of Christianity, a little of Buddhism, and reality of nothing, destroys the soul. This has its good side, and in the end we will come to it. Only do not put the cart before the horse. In the first place we are bound to become sectarians, but this should be the ideal of sectarianism, not to avoid anyone.
Each of us must have a sect, and that sect is our own Ishtam, our own chosen way, but that should not make us want to kill other people; only to hold to our own way. It is sacred, and it should not be told to our own brothers, because my choice is sacred, and his is sacred. So keep that choice as your own. That should be the worship of everyone. When you pray to your own ideal, your own Ishtam, that is the only God you shall have. God exists in various phases no doubt, but for the time being, your own Ishtam is the only phase for you. Then, after a long course of training in this Ishtam, when this plant of spirituality has grown, and the soul has become strong and you begin to realise that your Ishtam is everywhere,[then] naturally all these bondages will fall down. When the fruit becomes ripe it falls of its own weight. If you pluck an unripe fruit it is bitter, sour. So we will have to grow in this thought. Simply hearing lectures, and all this nonsense, making the battle of Waterloo in the brain, simply unadjusted (undigested?) ideas, is no good. Devotion to one idea; those that have this will become spiritual, will see the light. You see everyone complaining - "I try this", and "I try that", and if you cross question them as to what they try, they will say they have heard a few lectures in one place and another, a handful of talk in one corner and another, and for three hours, or a few days, they worshipped and thought they had done enough. Chat is the way of fools, not the way to perfection, not the way to attain spirituality.
Take up one idea, your Ishtam, and let the whole soul be devoted to it. Practise this from day to day until you see the result, until the soul grows, and if it is sincere and good, that very idea will spread till it covers the whole universe. Let it spread by itself; it will all come from the inside out. Then you will say that your Ishtam is everywhere, and that He is in everything. Of course, at the same time, we must always remember that we must recognise the Ishtams of others and respect them, the other ideas of God; or else worship will degenerate into fanaticism.
There is an old story of a man who was a worshipper of Shiva. There are sects in our country who worship God as Shiva, and others who worship Him as Vishnu. This man was a great worshipper of Shiva, and to that he added a tremendous hatred for all worshippers of Vishnu, and would not hear the name of Vishnu pronounced. There are a great number of worshippers of Vishnu in India, and he could not avoid hearing the name. So he bored two holes in his ears, and tied two little bells on to them, and whenever a man mentioned the name of Vishnu, he moved his head, and rang the bells and that prevented his hearing the noise. But Shiva told him in a dream, "What a fool you are! I am Vishnu, and I am Shiva; they are not different, only in name; there are not two Gods".
But this man said, "I don't care I will have nothing to do with this Vishnu business".
He had a little statue of Shiva, and made it very nice, built an altar for it. One day he bought some beautiful incense and went home to light some of the incense for his God. While the fumes of his incense were rising in the air he found that the image was divided into two : one half remained Shiva, and the other half was Vishnu. Then the man jumped up and put his finger under the nostril of Vishnu so that not a particle of the smell could get there.
This is the only danger in this Nishta Bhakti, becoming this fanatical demon. The world gets full of them. It is very easy to hate; the generality of mankind get so weak that in order to love one they must hate another; they must take the energy out of one point in order to put it into another. A man loves one woman, and then loves another, and to love the other, he has to hate the first. So with women. This characteristic is in every part of our nature, and so in our religion. The ordinary, undeveloped weak brain of mankind cannot love one without hating another. This very [characteristic] becomes fanaticism in religion. Loving their own ideal is synonymous with hating every other idea. This should be avoided, and at the same time the other danger should be avoided. We must not fritter away all our energies. Religion becomes a nothing with us; just hearing lectures. These are the two dangers. The danger with the liberals is that they are too expansive and have no intensity. You see that in these days religion has become very expansive, very broad, but the ideas are so broad that there is no depth in them. Religion has become to many merely a means of doing a little charity work just to amuse them after a hard day's labor; they get five minutes religion to amuse them. This is the danger with the liberal thought, and on the other hand the sectarians have the depth, the intensity, but that intensity is so narrow. They are very deep, but with no breadth to it, and not only that, but it draws out hatred to everyone else. Now, if we can avoid both these dangers and become as broad as the uttermost liberals, and as deep as the bluest fanatic, then we will solve the problem. Our idea is how that can be done. By this theory of Nishta, knowing that all these ideals that we see are [good] and true, that all these are so many parts of the same God, and at the same time thinking that we are not strong enough to worship Him in all these forms, and therefore must stick to one ideal and make that ideal our life. When you have succeeded in doing that all the rest will come.
Here ends the first part of Bhakti, the formal, the ceremonial, the preparatory, and you must remember that the first lesson in this Bhakti was on the disciple. Who is the disciple? What are the necessary qualifications for a disciple? You read in the Scriptures-"Where the speaker is wonderful, so is the listener, when the teacher is wonderful, so is the taught; then alone will this spirituality come". Mankind generally thinks that everything is to be expected from the teacher; very few people understand that they are not fit to be taught. In the disciple first this is necessary, that he must want; he must really want spirituality. We want everything but spirituality. What is meant by want? Just as we want food; luxuries are not wants, but necessaries are wants. Religion is a necessary thing to very few, and to the vast mass of mankind it is a luxury. There are a hundred things in life without which they can live, until they come to the shop and see a new and artistic something, and they want to buy it. Ninety-nine and nine-tenths per cent of mankind come to religion in this way; it is one of the many luxuries they have in life. There is no harm in this; let them have all they want; [but] they are entirely mistaken if they think they can fool with God; He cannot be fooled with; they will only fool themselves, and sink down lower and lower until they become like brutes. Those therefore will become spiritual who want, who feel the necessity of religion, just as they feel the necessity of clothes, the necessity of work, the necessity of air to breathe. A necessary thing is that without which we cannot live, and a luxury is that which is simply gratification of a momentary desire. The second qualification in the disciple is that he must be pure, and the other was that he must be persevering; he must work. Hearing is only one part, and the other part is doing.
The second necessity in Bhakti was the teacher. The teacher must be properly qualified, and the main idea in that lecture was that the teacher must have the seed of spirituality. The teacher is not a talker, but the transmitter of spiritual force, which he has received from his teacher and he from others, and so on, in unbroken current. He must be able to transmit that spiritual current. So when the teacher and the taught are both ready, then the first step in Bhakti Yoga comes. The first part of Bhakti Yoga is what is called the Preparatory, where you work through forms.
The next lecture was on the name; how in all Scriptures, and in all religions, name has been exalted, and how that name does us good, and for the Bhakti Yogi, he must always think that the name itself is God, nothing different from God. Name and God are one.
The next lesson was the Pratikas. In that it was taught that Bhakti is only when you worship God. Worshipping anyone else is not Bhakti. But we can worship anything we like if we think it is God. If we do not think it is God that worship is not Bhakti. If you think it is God it is all right.
There was a certain Yogi who used to practise meditation in a lonely part of the forest, on the banks of a river. There was a poor cowherd, a very ignorant man, who used to tend his herd in that forest. Every day he used to see this same Yogi meditating by the hour, practising austerities, living alone, studying. Somehow he got curious what he did, so he came to him and said "Sir, can you teach me the way to God?" This Yogi was a very learned, great man, and he replied, "How will you understand God, you common cowherd; blockhead, go home and tend your cows and don't bother your head with such things".
The poor fellow went away, but somehow a real want had come to him. So he could not rest, and he came again to the Yogi, and said "Sir, won't you teach me something about God?" Again he was repulsed, "Oh, you blockhead, what can you understand of God? Go home." But he could not sleep, he could not eat; he must know something about God.
So he came again, and the Yogi, in order to quiet the man, as he was so insisting, said, "I'll teach you about God."
The man asked, "Sir, what sort of being is God? What is his form? How does he look?"
The Yogi said, "God is just like the big bull in your herd ; that is just God; God has become that big bull".
The man believed him, and went back to his herd, and day and night he took that bull for God, and began to worship it. He brought the greenest grass for that bull, rested close to it, and gave it light, sat near it, and followed it. Thus days and months and years passed. His whole soul was there. One day he heard a voice, as it were, coming out of the bull. "The bull speaks". "My son, my son". "Why, the bull is speaking! No, the bull cannot speak". Again he went away, and sat near meditating in great misery of his heart; he did not know anything. Again he heard the voice coming out of the bull, "My child, my child". He went near-"No, the bull cannot speak".
Then he went back again and sat despondent. Again the voice came and that time he found it out. It was from his own heart. He found that God was in him. Then he learned the wonderful truth of the Teacher of all Teachers, "I am with thee always". And the poor cowherd learnt the whole mystery.
Then he goes back to the Yogi, and when he is at some distance the Yogi sees him. The Yogi has been the most learned man in the country, practising austerity for years, meditating, studying, and this cowherd, an ignorant blockhead, never studied a book, never learnt his letters, but he comes, his whole body, as it were, transfigured, his face changed, the light of heaven shining round his face. The Yogi got up. "What is this change? Where did you get this?"
"Sir, you gave me that."
"How? I told you that in joke".
"But I took it seriously, and I got everything I wanted out of that bull, for is He not everywhere?"
So that bull was the pratika, and that man worshipped the bull as his pratika, as God, and he got everything out of it. So that intense love, that desire, brings out everything. Everything is in ourselves, and the external world and the external worship, are the forms, the suggestions that call it out. When they become strong, the Lord within awakes. The external teacher is but the suggestion. When faith in the external teacher is strong, then the Teacher of all teachers within speaks; eternal wisdom speaks in the heart of that man. He need not go any more to any books, or any men, or any higher beings, he need not run after supernatural or preternatural beings for instruction; the Lord Himself becomes his instructor. He gets all he wants from himself, no more need to go to any temple, or church; his own body has become the greatest temple in the world, and in that á temple lives the Lord of Creation. In every country great saints have been born, wonderful lives have been (lived), coming out of the sheer power of love. So all these external forms of Bhakti, this repetition of the name, worship of Pratika, this Nishta, this Ishtam, are but the preparations until that eternal power wakes up. Then alone comes spirituality, when one goes beyond these laws and bounds. Then all laws fall down, all forms vanish, temples and churches crumble into dust and die away. It is good to be born in a church, but the worst possible fate to die in a church. It is good to be born in a sect, and the worst possible thing to die in a sect, with sectarian ideas. What sect can hold a child of the Lord, what laws bind, what forms shall he follow? What man shall he worship? He worships the Lord Himself. He Himself teaches him. He lives in the temple of all temples, the Soul of man.
So, this is the goal towards which we are going, the Supreme Bhakti, and all that leads up to this is but preparation. But it is necessary. It prepares the infinite soul to come out of this bondage of books and sects and forms; these fly away and leave but the Soul of man. These are superstitions of an infinite amount of time. This "my father's religion", "my country's religion", or "my book", or my this and that, are but the superstition of ages; they vanish. Just as when one is pricked with a thorn he takes another thorn to get the first out and then throws both of them away. So this superstition is in us; in many countries even into the soft brains of little babies are put the most horrible and diabolical nonsense as sect ideas. Parents think they are doing good to the child, but they are merely murdering it to satisfy Mrs. Grundy. What selfishness! There is nothing that men out of fear of themselves or out of fear of society will not do. Men will kill their own children, mothers will starve their own families, brothers will hate brothers, to satisfy forms, because Mrs. So-and-so will be pleased and satisfied. We see that the vast mass of mankind is born in some church or temple or (some religious) form and never comes out of it. Why? Have these forms helped the growth of spirituality? If through these forms we step on to the highest platform of love, where forms vanish and all these sectarian ideas go away, how is it that the vast majority of men are always groveling in some form or other? They are all atheists; they do not want any religion. If a man comes to this country without any friend, or without knowing anyone, supposing he is a blackguard in his own country, the first thing he will do in this country will be to join a church. Will that fellow ever have religion? Do you mean to say that these women who go to churches to show their dresses will ever have religion, or will come out of forms? They will go back and back, and when they die they will become like animals. Do you mean to say that those men who go to church to look at the beautiful faces of women will ever have religion? Those who have certain social religions, because society requires that they shall belong to Mr. So-and-so's church or because that was their father's church-will they ever have religion? They understand certain broad views, but they must keep a certain social position, and will keep it through eternity. What you want, you get. The Lord fulfills all desires. If you want to keep a certain position in Society you will do so; if you want church you will get that and not Him. If you want to play the fool all your life with all these churches and foolish organisations, you will have them and have to live in them all your lives. "Those that want the departed go to the departed and get ghosts; but those that love Him, all come to Him". So those that love Him alone will come to Him, and those that love others will go wherever they love. That drill business in the temples and churches : kneel down at a certain time, stand at ease, and all that drill nonsense, all mechanical, with the mind thinking of something else-all this has nothing to do with real religion.
There was a great prophet in India, Guru Nanak, born 400 years ago. Some of you have heard of the Sikhs, the fighting people. He was a follower of the Sikh religion. One day he went to the Mohammedans' Mosque. These Mohammedans are feared in their own country, just as in a Christian country no one dare say anything against their religion. They think they have liberty to kill and criticise everybody who does not agree with them. So this man went in, and there was a big Mosque, and the Mohammedans were standing in prayer. They stand in lines; they kneel down, stand up, and repeat certain words at the same times, and one fellow leads. So Guru Nanak went there, and when the mullah was saying "In the name of the most merciful and kind God, Teacher of all teachers", he began to smile. He says "Look at that hypocrite". The mullah got into a passion. "Why do you smile?" "Because you are not praying, my friend, that is why I am smiling". "Not praying?" "Certainly not; there is no prayer in you". The mullah was very angry, and he went and laid a complaint before a magistrate, and said, "This heathen rascal dares to come to our mosque and smiles at us when we are praying; the only punishment is instant death, kill him". The man was brought before. the magistrate, and asked why he smiled. "Because he was not praying". "What was he doing?" the magistrate asked. "I will tell you what he was doing, if you will bring him before me". The magistrate ordered the mullah to be brought, and when he came he said "Here is the mullah explain why you laughed when he was praying". He said, "Give the mullah a piece of the Koran [to swear on]. When he was saying Allah, Allah, he was thinking of some chicken he had left at home". The poor mullah was confounded. He was a little more sincere than the others, and he confessed he was thinking of the chicken, and so they let the Sikh go. "But", said the Magistrate "Don't go to the church again. It is better not to go at all than to commit blasphemy there and hypocrisy. Do not go when you do not feel like praying, do not be like a hypocrite, and do not think of the chicken and say the name of the Most Merciful and Blissful God."
A certain Mohammedan was praying in a garden. They are very regular in their prayers. When the time comes, wherever they are they just begin, fall down on the ground and get up and fall down, and so on.
One of them was in a garden when the call
for prayer came, so he knelt there, prostrate on the ground to pray. A girl was waiting in the garden for her lover, and saw him on the other side, and in her hurry to reach him did not see the man prostrate, and walked over him. He was a fanatical Mohammedan, just what you call here a Presbyterian, the same breed. Both believe in barbecuing eternally. So you can just imagine the anger of this Mohammedan when his body was walked over. He wanted to kill the girl. The girl was a smart one, and she said "Stop that nonsense; you are a fool and a hypocrite". "What! I am a hypocrite?" "Yes, I am going to meet my earthly lover and I did not see you there, and you are going to meet your heavenly lover and should not know that a girl was passing over your body".
This transcript was made available by the Vedanta Centre, Cohasset, Massachusetts.
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