And, indeed, he soon discovered what a strange Goddess he had
chosen
to serve. He became gradually enmeshed in the web of Her all-pervading
presence. To the ignorant She is, to be sure, the image of destruction;
but
he found in Her the benign, all-loving Mother. Her neck is encircled
with
a garland of heads, and Her waist with a girdle of human arms, and two
of Her hands hold weapons of death, and Her eyes dart a glance of fire;
but, strangely enough, Ramakrishna felt in Her breath the soothing
touch
of tender love and saw in Her the Seed of Immortality. She stands on
the
bosom of Her Consort, Siva; it is because She is the Sakti, the Power,
inseparable from the Absolute. She is surrounded by jackals and other
unholy creatures, the denizens of the cremation ground. But is not the
Ultimate
Reality above holiness and unholiness? She appears to be reeling under
the spell of wine. But who would create this mad world unless under the
influence of a divine drunkenness? She is the highest symbol of all the
forces
of nature, the synthesis of their antinomies, the Ultimate Divine in
the
form of woman. She now became to Sri Ramakrishna the only Reality, and
the world became an unsubstantial shadow. Into Her worship he poured
his
soul. Before him She stood as the transparent portal to the shrine of
Ineffable
Reality.
The worship in the temple intensified Sri Ramakrishna's yearning for a
living vision of the Mother of the Universe. He began to spend in
meditation
the time not actually employed in the temple service; and for this
purpose
he selected an extremely solitary place. A deep jungle, thick with
underbrush and prickly plants, lay to the north of the temples. Used at
one
time as a burial ground, it was shunned by people even during the
day-time
for fear of ghosts. There Sri Ramakrishna began to spend the whole
night
in meditation, returning to his room only in the morning with eyes
swollen
as though from much weeping. While meditating, he would lay aside his
cloth and his brahminical thread. Explaining this strange conduct, he
once
said to Hriday: "Don't you know that when one thinks of God one should
be freed from all ties? From our very birth we have the eight fetters
of
hatred, shame, lineage, pride of good conduct, fear, secretiveness,
caste, and
grief. The sacred thread reminds me that I am a brahmin and therefore
superior to all. When calling on the Mother one has to set aside all
such
ideas." Hriday thought his uncle was becoming insane.
As his love for God deepened, he began either to forget or to drop the
formalities of worship. Sitting before the image, he would spend hours
singing
the devotional songs of great devotees of the Mother, such as
Kamalakanta
and Ramprasad. Those rhapsodical songs, describing the direct vision of
God,
only intensified Sri Ramakrishna's longing. He felt the pangs of a
child
separated from its mother. Sometimes, in agony, he would rub his face
against the ground and weep so bitterly that people, thinking he had
lost
his earthly mother, would sympathize with him in his grief. Sometimes,
in
moments of scepticism, he would cry: "Art Thou true, Mother, or is it
all
fiction — mere poetry without any reality? If Thou dost exist, why do I
not
see Thee? Is religion a mere fantasy and art Thou only a figment of
man's
imagination?" Sometimes he would sit on the prayer carpet for two hours
like an inert object. He began to behave in an abnormal manner, most of
the time unconscious of the world. He almost gave up food; and sleep
left
him altogether.
But he did not have to wait very long. He has thus described his first
vision of the Mother: "I felt as if my heart were being squeezed like a
wet
towel. I was overpowered with a great restlessness and a fear that it
might
not be my lot to realize Her in this life. I could not bear the
separation from
Her any longer. Life seemed to be not worth living. Suddenly my glance
fell on the sword that was kept in the Mother's temple. I determined to
put
an end to my life. When I jumped up like a madman and seized it,
suddenly
the blessed Mother revealed Herself. The buildings with their different
parts, the temple, and everything else vanished from my sight, leaving
no trace whatsoever, and in their stead I saw a limitless, infinite,
effulgent
Ocean of Consciousness. As far as the eye could see, the shining
billows
were madly rushing at me from all sides with a terrific noise, to
swallow me
up! I was panting for breath. I was caught in the rush and collapsed,
unconscious. What was happening in the outside world I did not know;
but
within me there was a steady flow of undiluted bliss, altogether new,
and
I felt the presence of the Divine Mother." On his lips when he regained
consciousness of the world was the word "Mother".