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वीरेश्वराय विद्महे विवेकानन्दाय
धीमहि । तन्नो वीर: प्रचोदयात् ।
SATURDAY, June 29, 1895. (The Swami came this morning with a Gita in his hand.)
Krishna, the "Lord of souls", talks to Arjuna or Gudâkesha, "lord of sleep" (he who has conquered sleep). The "field of virtue" (the battlefield) is this world; the five brothers (representing righteousness) fight the hundred other brothers (all that we love and have to contend against); the most heroic brother, Arjuna (the awakened soul), is the general. We have to fight all sense-delights, the things to which we are most attached, to kill them. We have to stand alone; we are Brahman, all other ideas must be merged in this one.
Krishna did everything but without any attachment; he was in the world, but not of it. "Do all work but without attachment; work for work's sake, never for yourself."
Freedom can never be true of name and form; it is the clay out of which we (the pots) are made; then it is limited and not free, so that freedom can never be true of the related. One pot can never say "I am free" as a pot; only as it loses all ideas of form does it become free. The whole universe is only the Self with variations, the one tune made bearable by variation; sometimes there are discords, but they only make the subsequent harmony more perfect. In the universal melody three ideas stand out — freedom, strength, and sameness.
If your freedom hurts others, you are not free there. You must not hurt others.
"To be weak is to be miserable", says Milton. Doing and suffering are inseparably joined. (Often, too, the man who laughs most is the one who suffers most.) "To work you have the right, not to the fruits thereof."
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Evil thoughts, looked at materially, are the disease bacilli.
Each thought is a little hammer blow on the lump of iron which our bodies are, manufacturing out of it what we want it to be.
We are heirs to all the good thoughts of the universe, if we open ourselves to them.
The book is all in us. Fool, hearest not thou? In thine own heart day and night is singing that Eternal Music — Sachchidânanda, soham, soham — Existence-Knowledge-Bliss Absolute, I am He, I am He.
The fountain of all knowledge is in every one of us, in the ant as in the highest angel. Real religion is one, but we quarrel with the forms, the symbols, the illustrations. The millennium exists already for those who find it; we have lost ourselves and then think the world is lost.
Perfect strength will have no activity in this world; it only is, it does not act.
While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.
SATURDAY, June 29, 1895. (The Swami came this morning with a Gita in his hand.)
Krishna, the "Lord of souls", talks to Arjuna or Gudâkesha, "lord of sleep" (he who has conquered sleep). The "field of virtue" (the battlefield) is this world; the five brothers (representing righteousness) fight the hundred other brothers (all that we love and have to contend against); the most heroic brother, Arjuna (the awakened soul), is the general. We have to fight all sense-delights, the things to which we are most attached, to kill them. We have to stand alone; we are Brahman, all other ideas must be merged in this one.
Krishna did everything but without any attachment; he was in the world, but not of it. "Do all work but without attachment; work for work's sake, never for yourself."
Freedom can never be true of name and form; it is the clay out of which we (the pots) are made; then it is limited and not free, so that freedom can never be true of the related. One pot can never say "I am free" as a pot; only as it loses all ideas of form does it become free. The whole universe is only the Self with variations, the one tune made bearable by variation; sometimes there are discords, but they only make the subsequent harmony more perfect. In the universal melody three ideas stand out — freedom, strength, and sameness.
If your freedom hurts others, you are not free there. You must not hurt others.
"To be weak is to be miserable", says Milton. Doing and suffering are inseparably joined. (Often, too, the man who laughs most is the one who suffers most.) "To work you have the right, not to the fruits thereof."
*****************
Evil thoughts, looked at materially, are the disease bacilli.
Each thought is a little hammer blow on the lump of iron which our bodies are, manufacturing out of it what we want it to be.
We are heirs to all the good thoughts of the universe, if we open ourselves to them.
The book is all in us. Fool, hearest not thou? In thine own heart day and night is singing that Eternal Music — Sachchidânanda, soham, soham — Existence-Knowledge-Bliss Absolute, I am He, I am He.
The fountain of all knowledge is in every one of us, in the ant as in the highest angel. Real religion is one, but we quarrel with the forms, the symbols, the illustrations. The millennium exists already for those who find it; we have lost ourselves and then think the world is lost.
Perfect strength will have no activity in this world; it only is, it does not act.
While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.
Today's-Special : 30-June in Swami Vivekananda Life
Bhakti Yoga classes in London
Date:
Sun, 2013-06-30
30 Jun 1896 : Bhakti Yoga classes in London
To Mr. J. J. Goodwin's mother from ALMORA - June 1898 :
[On receiving news of the untimely death of Josiah J. Goodwin, Swami Vivekananda sent the following paragraph along with the poem "Requiescat in Pace" to the newspapers as well as to Goodwin's mother.]
[On receiving news of the untimely death of Josiah J. Goodwin, Swami Vivekananda sent the following paragraph along with the poem "Requiescat in Pace" to the newspapers as well as to Goodwin's mother.]
With infinite sorrow I learn the sad news of Mr. Goodwin's departure from this life, the more so as
it was terribly sudden and therefore prevented all possibilities of my
being at his side at the time of death. The debt of gratitude I owe him
can never be repaid, and those who think they have been helped by any
thought of mine ought to know that almost every word of it was published
through the untiring and most unselfish exertions of Mr. Goodwin. In
him I have lost a friend true as steel, a disciple of never — failing
devotion, a worker who knew not what tiring was, and the world is less
rich by one of those few who are born, as it were, to live only for
others.
Devotion
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