Was about to sleep and this post popped up and was deeply moved.
It reminded me of Babe Baba too. Bhagwan Nityananda had once left his body unhappy that people go to him for all worldly benefits but hardly any who desire for what He certainly wishes to give (liberation). But Babe Baba was sent back and had to return into his body much to the happiness of all His devotees who were sitting shocked at His motionless body not wanting to believe that He has left His body. Then Bade Baba’s belly moved and He was still in deep state of consciousness with little consciousness to the questions that people were asking Him as to where he had been for so long. He said in bits and pieces that He had left in dismay but the Gurumandala sent Him back. When asked who in Gurumandala Bade Baba had begun saying, “Vivekananda was there…….” By then He regained awareness of his surroundings and immediately stopped saying anything. People continued asking him further but He spoke not after that.
This post of Swami Vivekananda reminded me this incident of Bade Baba and am awed if Swami Vivekananda was in the Gurumandala of Bade Baba, then what to say….. Awed and deeply moved by this post of Swami Vivekananda too 🙏🙏🙏
The below post is from – https://www.facebook.com/knowswamiji
🌺 He was fast losing interest in active work. On April 7, 1900, he wrote to a friend:
“My boat is nearing the calm harbour, from which it is never more to be driven out. Glory, glory unto Mother! (Referring to the Divine Mother of the Universe.) I have no wish, no ambition now. Blessed be Mother! I am the servant of Ramakrishna. I am merely a machine. I know nothing else. Nor do I want to know.”
To another friend he wrote, on April 12, in similar vein:
“Work always brings dirt with it. I paid for the accumulated dirt with bad health. I am glad my mind is all the better for it. There is a mellowness and a calmness in life now, which never was before. I am learning now how to be attached as well as detached — and mentally becoming my own master. … Mother is doing Her own work. I do not worry much now. Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother! … For me — alone and drifting about in the will-current of the Mother has been my life. The moment I have tried to break it, that moment I was hurt. Her will be done. … I am happy, at peace with myself, and more of the sannyasin, than I ever was. The love for my own kith and kin is growing less every day — for Mother, increasing. Memories of long nights of vigil with Sri Ramakrishna, under the Dakshineswar banyan tree, are waking up once more. And work? What is work? Whose work? Whom to work for? I am free. I am Mother’s child. She works, She plays. Why should I plan? What shall I plan? Things came and went, just as She liked, without my planning, in spite of my planning. We are Her automata. She is the wire-puller.”
(Swami Nikhilananda “Swami Vivekananda – A Biography”, Second Visit To The West, p. 167)