Senapith the Devotee par excellence


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A story of a devotee of LORD VISHNU. 
‘Work incessantly, but be not attached to the world’ is the teaching in Bhagavadgeetha. It conveys the precept that to achieve Jnana, one should not run away from his family ties or his earthly position, but he should be in the midst of samsara but should not be tied down to it or depressed by it. In one word he should be like a lotus leaf in water. Bhakta Senanapith stands as a true example of such a life.

Bhakta Senanaith was a barber in Avanthipur. He was born low but he had a great soul. He was blessed with Jnana, bhakti and Vairagya essential qualities required of man to seek moksha. He knew he should not turn out to be a sanyasi, but he should fulfil his duty properly. He had a perfect control over his indriyas, he was totally devoid of the temptations of any man, he had conquered the two evils that usurp man’s reasoning ability-bondage and egoism. He had established Lord Vittala in his heart and he had been performing manasik puja unto the Lord.

One day, it so happened that the Muslim king wanted to have his hair cut. So he sent for Senanaith. But at that time, Senanaith was cut off from the world, lost in his prayer to God. This staunch devotee was bathed in the waters of Santhi, wore the white dress symbolic of peace, decked himself with vairagya, cleaned the temple of heart, situated in the nine doored body, arranged it with the rangoli of vignana, seated Lakshmikanth on the asan of satya, lighted the lamps of compassion, equality and philanthropy, ‘Sravana, manana nidhi dhyanas’ as Arghya padyas offered his purified soul filled with jnana as mahaprasad, a selfless thought as tambula and a feeling of total surrender as harathi. He was thus engrossed in his prayer unifying body, mind and soul.

He was one with God thus when the king’s soldiers came to fetch him. His family members did not want to bring him down to the mundane world from his ecstatic world. So they said that he was away. Relatives are worse than fire. One relative thought it the best time to pull down the image of Senanaith in the eyes of the king. So he took the trouble of going to the king and conveying the message. This angred the king and he ordered the barber to be drowned in the sea.

Will the allmighty living in the heart of his disciple leave him to his fate ? No! He dressed himself as Senanapith, held a bag under his hand and presented himself before the king. The omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, all pervading God dressed himself as an untouchable to be a barber to a muslim ! Can anything be more surprising than this ? He was prepared to do hair cut to a muslim just as a lover stoops down to a low level to please his lady love.

The king’s anger cooled down at the sight of the Lord in the guise of Senanapith. The king and his followers were filled with a special love for the barber ! It’s but natural since it was not the lowly barber before him but the Almighty Himself ! God began the duty of the man he had donned ! He carried on the job of the barber with such a skill that the king was highly pleased with it. Then the servaid maids brought him scented oil in a large silver bowl to be applied to the king. The barber began to apply the oil to the king’s head ! How lucky the king was ! By the holy touch of the Lord, he was cleansed of his petty jealousies and was blessed with a pure heart. What more ! He could see the reflection of his barber in the oil bowl, not the regular face he knew, but the face of the Almighty. He saw him four armed. He was fully decked with various ornaments at his hands and the neck, with a diamond crown on his head, the heavenly sankha and chakra in two arms and with Abhayahasta with a broad chest the seat of Lakshmi devi, broad eyes and a pleasant smile on his face.

The king couldn’t believe his own eyes. He was lost to the world deriving pleasure out of the darshan he had of God until he was requested by his first assistant to have his bath. The king got up and addressed Senanapith – ‘You are so wonderful! I’ve never come across such a person like you. I’ll have my bath and food and come back. In the meanwhile, you too have your food and come back to me’ So saying, he gifted him with a handful of golden coins. God went to Senanapitha’s house, kept them in his cash bag and disappeared.

The king could not forget the godly image he had witnessed in the oil bowl. The feast he had that morning could not beat out the feast to his eyes, before that. He told his courtiers, ‘I have not come across such a pure heart. His leela appears unbelievable to me ! You fetch him to me once again.’

By the time the soldiers came to the house of senanapith, the latter got over ecstatic state and had become down to earth. He heard from his family members that the soldiers had come many times to fetch him.

Initially he was frightened about the anger he would have aroused in God, but his bhakti, vairagya dominated over his fears. He consoled himself thus- ‘Why should I worry ? If the Lord Brahma gets angry over his vahana – Swan, He may stop gong on it but can he deprive it of its innate tendency of separating water and milk ? Accordingly the king may deprive me of my earthly possessions, but can he raise his little finger against the Almighty seated on a throne in the kingdom of my heart ? God is omnipresent, in me, in the king in everything around. If that is the case why should I worry about the anger of the king ? When God is the director of human drama we play, why should we be disturbed over it ? Will the God who accepts my pooja make me suffer in the hands of the king ? God himself had donned the form of Panduranga and had given us these physical forms. A foolish man behaves wisely if he sits on the throne of Vikramaditya. The same way, I thought foolishly, for a second being born in karma bhoomi.’ Thus he drove the darkness of his ajnana through the light of jnana and proceeded on his way. He felt sorry for us human beings. Ironically we treat the real as unreal and unreal as real. The world we live in is maya, while the God who lives beyond it is real but being lost in this maya we don’t find the time or the need to chant the name of god. As if to teach us a lesson he was chanting Anantha, Vaikunta, mukunda, Krishna, Govinda, Damodara, Madhava on his way, The king was delighted to see him as the sunflower at the sight of sun, as the lotus at the sight of moon, the lover at the sight of his lady love. He prostrated before Senanapith and hailed him thus.

‘Oh great man ! I am sorry, I have treated you as lowly all along but today I had an awakening. I am thrilled at your ‘divya darsan’ in the oil bowl. Why don’t you show it to me once again ?’ So saying he sent for such a bowl once again. But no! he couldn’t be blessed for a second time. Senanapith could guess at once what had happened. He was moved to tears at the kindly act of God. ‘Oh Dayasindhu, Deenabandhu, oh Pundarikaksha ! have you come down to do such a menial task for a menial labourer like me ? You can create, sustain and destroy by a mere thought. Inspite of having such great powers have you done my job to display your warmth for me ?

The king too shed tears of joy when he heard that he had the darshan of God. The staunch devotion of Senanapith made him lucky. He could easily get the darshan. Senanaith said, ‘Oh king, you are very lucky. Your parents are blessed souls!’ He felt his bag was heavy and when he looked inside he saw the golden coins given into the Lord by the king. Senanaith cried again.

‘Oh my Lord ! what an irony ! You lord of Goddess Lakshmi are given a few gold coins for the menial job you have undertaken for mysake, your bhakta ! How can I praise your kind’ness and how can I ever express my gratitude to you ?’

Ever since then, the king became Senanapith’s disciple and they have been praying to God together.

Such is the greatness of true devotees of God. God blesses not only those who pray to him but also those who are associated with them.

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Little Girl and her plant – Story


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A little girl was enjoying the beauty of the garden in her home. Her father had a good collection of rare and exotic plants. He grew them with tender care.

 

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The girl was fascinated by a plant full of fine and fragrant flowers. She went near the plant and enjoyed its beauty and the fragrance of its fine flowers. Suddenly she noted that the plant was growing in a heap of filth. She could not tolerate the presence of dirt at the bottom of the plant with such fantastic flowers.

She conceived a plan to clean the plant. She pulled the plant with all her might and uprooted it. She then carried it to the tap and washed the shoot and roots in running tap-water till all traces of dirt were washed away. She then placed the plant on a clean stone and went away, thinking that she had done a great deed indeed.

Later her father came to the garden and saw the uprooted plant. Its flowers and leaves had wilted and the plant had almost died in the scorching sun. His little daughter ran to him to exhibit her achievement. “I have cleaned it, Daddy”, she reported innocently. “It was placed in dirty soil. Now it is clean.”

The father showed her how her treatment had almost killed the plant. He told her that he had collected the filthy soil and placed it to cover the plant’s roots as it was the best medium to grow that plant. It could grow up healthily and produce fine flowers only if grown in filthy soil. She was sad that the plant had suffered and withered by her cleaning.

Flash:

Pain, poverty and illness may cause agony in our life. Sight of successful persons may make us depressed and envious. A great gardener mixes the right soil for each plant. In the same way God provides each of us with the best environment required for optimum spiritual growth. But it may appear to be unpleasant to us and we may even complain to God about our plight.
– – – written by Angel
 


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FINAL INTERVIEW WITH GOD


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THE FINAL INTERVIEW WITH GOD

THE FINAL INSPECTION


The soldier stood and faced The Ultimate,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
Have you been true and going to the Temple?’

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Sir, I guess I isn’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be divine.

I’ve had to work most 365 days,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here who are with You.
They never wanted me around any way,
Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t have a place for me, I’ll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where all the Devas had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his Almighty.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on to the streets of Bliss,
You’ve done your time to deserve it.’

(Author Unknown and edited too my taste.)
Thinking of all the soldiers of the free world.




It’s the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press. It’s the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It’s the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.

 


 


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IMPORTANCE OF PRADOSHAM- DEDICATED TO LORD SHIVA


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Importance of Pradosham – Dedicated to Shiva

Pradhosha Vrata, or Pradhosham, is an important fasting day dedicated to Lord Shiva. Pradosha occurs twice in a month – on the 13th day (Trayodashi) – during the waxing moon fortnight and the other during the waning moon fortnight. The puja and worship is done in the evening. The Pradosha period can be loosely indicated as 1.5 hours before sunset and 1 hour after sunset.

The Shiva Purana states that one undertakes fasting on Pradhosha will be blessed with wealth, children, happiness and honor. The fasting and worship is specially undertaken by women who long to have children. It is said that those praying to Shiva during the auspicious time of Pradhosha will be freed from sins.

There are numerous legends associated with the Pradhosha Vratam. It is believed that Lord Shiva drank the Halahala poison that was churned up from the Ocean of Milk (Samudra Manthan) during Pradosham.

Another myth indicates that Lord Shiva and Parvati, the divine couple, are in a propitious mood during the evening twilight on the Trayodashi day and hence are easily pleased and grants whatever that a sincere devotee asks.

Offering Bael or Bilva leaves during the period to Lord Shiva is considered auspicious.

There are Shiva devotees that observe fast on both Pradosha days in a month. Some only fast during the waning phase of moon.

Staunch devotees opt for water only fasting and will only eat the ‘prasad’ offered in the evening. Such devotees only eat cooked from next day morning.

Another method of fasting is by eating fruits and such devotees eat cooked food on the day after the evening prayers. The strictness of the Pradosha fasting is usually decided by the devotee.

Some devotees do not fast but worship Shiva during the period or visit temples.

Since Monday is dedicated to Shiva, the Pradosha falling on Monday is referred as Soma- Pradosha and is considered highly auspicious. Pradosha falling on Saturday during the waning phase of moon is also auspicious.

How to do or observe Pradosham or Pradosh Vrat dedicated to Shiva?

Pradosh Vrat is observed on the 13th day of a fortnight and there are two Pradosham in a Hindu month. Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati are worshipped in the evening during twilight on this day. In some regions, the day is dedicated to Nataraja form of Shiva. The fasting on this day is observed for success, peace and fulfillment of desires. It is said that mere darshan of any of the one form of Shiva removes ignorance.

Pradosham is observed when the Trayodashi Tithi is there during the twilight period. This is important.

The importance of Pradosha Vrata and how to observe it is narrated in the Skanda Purana.

There are two methods of fasting on the day. Some people observe a 24-hour fast which includes not sleeping during night. Another method is fasting from sunrise till sunset and after Shiva puja in the evening the fast is broken.

Pradosham is the twilight period just before sunset and after sunset. Pujas and prayers are performed during this period. Many people during this period spend the time in a Shiva temple or listening to the glory of Shiva.
In the evening, an hour before sunset the devotee takes bath and prayers are offered to Lord Shiva, Goddess Parvathi, Ganesha, Kartik and Nandi. After the initial prayers, Lord Shiva is worshipped in the form of a Kalasha (sacred pot). The Kalasha filled with water is covered with darbha grass and a lotus is drawn on the pot.

Another form of worship is the puja of Shivling. The shivling is bathed with water and Bilva leaves are offered. Some people use a painting or picture of Shiva for worship. It is said that offering Bilva leaves on Pradosham is highly auspicious.

After this people listen to the Pradosha Vrata Katha or story or read chapters from Shiva Purana. Then the Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra is recited 108 times.

After this the water used in the puja ceremony is given as ‘Prasad’ along with sacred ash. The ash is applied on the forehead.

It is said that just lighting a single lamp during Pradosham period is enough to please Lord Shiva and the act is highly rewarding. Majority of Shiva devotees have a darshan of Shiva during Pradosham in a nearby temple.

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ஸ்வாமி என்றால் என்ன?

ஸ்வம் என்கிற வார்த்தைக்கு உடைமை சொத்து என்று அர்த்தம். ஸ்வம் என்பதே தெலுங்கில் ஸொம்மு என்றாகியிருக்கிறது. ஸொம்மு என்றால் சொத்து. ஸ்வந்தம் – நமக்குச் சொந்தமானது – அதுவே நம் சொத்து. கோயிலைச் சேர்ந்த சொத்தைக் கேரளத்தில் தேவஸ்வம் என்கிறார்கள் அல்லவா? உடைமைக்கு சொந்தக்காரர் யாரோ அந்த உடையவர்தான் ஸ்வாமி. ஸ்வாமி என்பதற்கு நேர் தமிழ் வார்த்தை உடையார் என்பது. முன் காலத்தில் கோயில் சுவர்களில் வெட்டப்பட்ட கல்வெட்டுக்களிலெல்லாம் திருச்சிற்றம்பலமுடையார், திருவேங்கடமுடையார், திருநாகேஷ்வரமுடையார், கபாலீஷ்வரமுடையார் என்பது போலவே உடையார் என்ற பெயரில்தான் தெய்வங்களைக் குறிப்பிட்டிருக்கிறார்கள்.

குருவும் ஸ்வாமியும் ஒன்று என்பதால்தான் வைஷ்ணவர்கள் ஸ்ரீ ராமாநுஜரை உடையவர் என்றே சொல்கிறார்கள்.

ஸ்வாமி என்றால் சொத்துக்கு உரிமைக்காரர் என்றேன். எந்தச் சொத்து. சகலப் பிரபஞ்ஜமும்தான். அதிலுள்ள நாமும் அவன் சொத்துத்தான். உள்ளதனைத்தும் அவன் ஒருவனுக்கே சொந்தமாகும். எல்லாம் என் உடமையே என்று தாயுமானவரும் பாடினார். நம் சொத்து, பிறர் சொத்து என்றெல்லாம் பாத்தியதை கொண்டாடுகிறோமே, உண்மையில் இந்தச் சொத்தெல்லாம்- அவற்றுக்கும் பாத்தியதை கோரும் நாம், பிறர் எல்லோருமே – அவனுடைய சொத்துதான். அவன் இல்லாவிட்டால் இந்தப் பிரபஞ்சமும் இல்லை. நாமும் இல்லை. நாம் பாத்தியதை கோருகிற சொத்துக்களும் இல்லை.

நாம் வீடு, வண்டி போன்ற சில சொத்துக்களைப் புதிதாக உண்டாக்கினதாக நினைக்கிறோம். விஞ்ஞானிகள் புதிது புதிதாக இயந்திரங்கள் செய்கிறார்கள். ஆனால் இதற்கெல்லாம் அடிப்படையில் எந்த மூலப் பொருட்களை வைத்துக் கொண்டு செய்கிறோமோ, அவை ஸ்வாமி செய்ததுதான். நாம் அவரது சொத்தை எடுத்து வேறு ஒரு ரூபத்தில் மாற்றுகிறோமே தவிர புதிதாக எதுவும் செய்யவில்லை. மூலப் பொருட்களை (element) செய். அணுவை (atom) உண்டாக்கு என்றால் எந்த விஞ்ஞான நிபுணராலும் அது முடியாத காரியம். இத்தனை மெஷின்கள், குண்டுகள் செய்கிற விஞ்ஞானியால் ஒரு சின்னஞ் சிறிய இலையைச் செய்ய முடியுமா?

எல்லாவற்றையும் செய்கிற ஒரே ஒருத்தருக்குத்தான் அவையெல்லாம் சொந்தம். அதனால்தான் அவர் உடையவர். என்று ஸ்வாமி என்று அழைக்கப்படுகிறார். நாமும் அவரது உடமைகள்தான். நம் சொத்து என்று நாம் நினைத்துக் கொண்டிருப்பதை நம் இஷ்டப்படி விநியோகிக்க உரிமை பெற்றிருக்கிறோம் அல்லவா? அப்படியே ஸ்வாமியின் சொத்தாகிய நாமும், நம்மை அவன் இஷ்டப்படி நடத்தப்படும் என்று விட்டுவிட்டால் நமக்கு எந்த பாரமும் இல்லை. ஒர் ஆனந்தம்தான்.

இப்போது, நான் நான் என்று எதையோ சொல்லிக்கொண்டு அலைகிறோமே, உண்மையில் இது அவனுக்குதான் சொந்தம் என்று புரிந்து கொண்டுவிட்டால் அப்புறம் நாமாகக் கிடந்து அலையமாட்டோம். நமக்கென்று சொந்தமாக ஒரு ஆசையும் ஒரு துவேஷமும் பாராட்டுவதற்கு உரிமையில்லை என்று தெரிந்து கொண்டுவிட்டால், அப்புறம் ஒரு அலைச்சலும் இல்லை. ஒரே நிம்மதிதான். ஸ்வாமி என்கிற வார்த்தையே, நமக்கு நம்மிடம் எந்த சொந்தமும் இல்லை. நாமம் அவன் தன்னிஷ்டப்படி விநியோகிக்க உரிமை பெற்றிருக்கிற அவனுடைய சொத்துத்தான் என்பதை உணர்துவதாக அமைந்திருக்கிறது. இப்படி உணர்த்துவது பக்தியின் பரம லக்ஷியமான சரணாகதி என்பது.

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A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.
 
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
 
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
 
As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
 
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
 
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?” She replied! “I ate potato chips in the park with God.” However, before her son responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
 
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equally!
 
Have lunch with God…….bring chips. Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them know how important they are. I did!!!!
 
God still sits on the throne. You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you.
 
P.S.: Wisdom and Kindness make a person Attractive

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Conversation with God


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Awesome Conversation between God And a Man. Read it and don’t forget to share it with your friends.
Man: God, can I ask You a question?
God: Sure
Man: Promise You won’t get mad …
God: I promise
Man: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?
God: What do u mean?
Man: Well, I woke up late
God: Yes
Man: My car took forever to start
God: Okay
Man: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait
God: Huummm
Man: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
God: All right
Man: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that
Man (humbled): OH
GOD: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
Man: (ashamed)
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.
Man (embarrassed): Okay
God: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Man (softly): I see God
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.
Man: I’m Sorry God
God: Don’t be sorry, just learn to Trust Me…. in All things , the Good & the bad.
Man: I will trust You.
God: And don’t doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
Man: I won’t God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children…
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