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dreamt last night does not exist now. (As a matter of fact, on the previous night the disciple had an amazing dream). A farmer who lost a son dreamt at night that he was a king and the father of eight sons. When the dream vanished, he said to his wife, "Shall I weep for my eight children or for this one?"

   After arguing thus with the Mother, I said, "Mother, I don't really bother my head about what I just said to you. All that I want to know is whether there is anyone whom I may call my 'own'."

   Mother: Yes, such a One exists.

   Disciple: Surely?

   Mother: Yes.

   Disciple: If He be really our 'own', then why should we pray unto Him in order to see Him? One who is truly my 'own' would come to me even if I did not call on Him. Does God do things for us as our parents do ?

   Mother: Yes, that is true, my child. He Himself has become our father and mother. He Himself brings us up as our parents. It is He alone who looks after us. Otherwise where were you and where are you now? Your parents brought you up, but at last realized that you did not belong to them. Have you not seen a cuckoo brought up in the nest of a crow?

   Disciple: Shall I realize God as really my 'own'?

   Mother: Yes, surely you will realize Him. Whatever you yearn for, that you will get. Did not Swamiji (referring to Swami Vivekananda) realize Him? You too will realize Him as Swamiji did.

   Disciple: Mother, please see that I am not overcome by fear or slackening of faith.

   Mother: There is no such danger for you. For I myself have hooked the fish.

   Disciple: That is good. We all shall enjoy it.

   Mother: Yes, that is right. One makes the mould and many others make their images from it.

   Disciple: Yes, we shall get everything if you only work for us. You cannot set us aside.

   Mother: Yes, my child, you will have all if I do it for you.



UDBODHAN 26th November, 1910, 7 a.m.

The Mother had gone the day before to see Gupta Maharaj (Swami Sadananda) who was ill. Boshi and Tabu were nur

 


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