Question: Is it not possible for God and the Guru to effect the release of a soul?
Sri Bhagavan: God and the Guru will only show the way to release; they will not by themselves take the soul to the state of release. In truth, God and the Guru are not different. Just as the prey which has fallen into the jaws of a tiger has no escape, so those who have come within the ambit of the Guru's gracious look will be saved by the Guru and will not get lost; yet, each one should by his own effort pursue the path shown by God or Guru and gain release. One can know oneself only with one's own eye of knowledge, and not with somebody else's. Does he who is Rama require the help of a mirror to know that he is Rama?
~ from Who Am I, The Teachings of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi
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We was wunnering, like, if it doesn't sound like too impolite ... which part of the wild (haha, pun intended) are you from?
Let me tell you a story: there were these funny bouncy creatureses from Australia who talked like really funny English. They met us and said, "howdy guys, which part of the wild are you from? We are from Ostraaeeleeya."
I was like offended. Us, from the wild! But Meditator Lepudd esplained to me that he meant "wurld" when he said "wild".
"which part of the world", Lepudd vispered to me. Good he told me dat, cos i could have eaten Bouncy alive for saying dat.
Then the creature went on. "We are Cankerooze. Are you like Arunachalaneans ?"
I sed, "scoose me?"
Lepudd vispered, "he means Arunachalans".
"oh, yes, sir." I replied to Bouncy.
Coming back to our discussion:
So in future if you like wonder when i say "wild" or "Arunachalania" you know what i like mean. And why we like keep saying "like" which is quite like irritating for others.
Are you little whateverses Arunachalaneans?
Which side of the hill do you like live on? We are on the western side of Arunachalania.
The udder day i and Med Lepudd was out for a walk. He spotted (haha, i love saying that cos he IS spotted) ... he spotted a little Tarsier on a tree. And we like just fell in love with it. I told him "He looks so cute, do you think he could be one of those little bloggers"
He then told me that Tarsiers are like an endangered speshies, and could become like extinck. i had tears in my eyeses hearing dat.
I prayed to Arunachala to save the Tarsiers from extinckshun.
I wanted to hug him and take him home (i so like want a pet) but Lepudd told me he would get frightened.
We saw many udder creechers and wunnered if it could be our little whateverses.
we rolled in the mud, frightened a few humans (just for laffs) and then had some roots and leaves and called it a day.
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much love and namaskaarams to our little friend bloggerses.
Meditator Tiger
Cave #7, Bunk #2
Sunset Boulevard
Arunachala
Dear Big Med Cats,
We live on the west side of Arunachala, in the 8th cave.
We have a speshul siddhi that enables us to change from one type of creechur to another. when it wuz time for us to take our current births, Bhagavan asked us what we wanted to be, and we could not decide, so He said: no need to pin it down, you can be all sorts of creechurs. You can change from one to another whenever you like. So you see, some days we are elefinks, and some days we are lions and some days we are dragons and some days squirrels ... also bunny rabbits, chipmonks ... we WERE those Tarsiers you saw but we were feeling shy (I (T) was the one Med Lep wanted to take home). Today we are being humans becos we thought they were a bit fun to be and we have not been humans much. We are playing cards and it is easier to play cards as humans. Please come by our cave and we will be something unshy.
lots of love and some purrs,
the Meditator Creechurs
Holy Cat!
The folkses in the next cave are you folkses. We thought it was like a bed and breakfuss place with diffren creechures coming and going each day. We never saw the same creechers twice.
Didn't like Bhagavan tell you that you can keep changing your foahm, but is it YOU who is the foahm?
He told us we aren't catses, we are the Seff.
Lepudd is saying to tell em that being humanses is NO fun at all. Its a compiclated life, them humanses have. Lots of miseries and decisionses to make. Obligashens, richuals and plenty more. Humanses cant like lie in the grass all day, and if them are humans we will have to be careful about scaring humans in fyucher.
And one more thing, Cave 8 has a lot of garbage outside which has begun stinking. Could you please keep your cave clean. there are like a hunnred empty boxes of cereal and pasta and empty bottles of something called Midnight Moo lying outside.
thanx.
Spotty woke me up today. Looking like totally frazzled.
He's been having like nightless sleeps for several days. He says its cos there are rumors of huge, terrifying lines in the next cave, and what if they like come and eat him up while he is asleep.
And so he has not slept for a few days.
Today morning i tole him to peek into Cave 8, before them lions wake up. Lions wake up quite late, cos they party wildly into the night, i says to him.
He came back saying there was only some batses flying about! And lots of bat droppings on the floor.
He asks: do you think the bloggerses are jest a bunch of batses.
I told him yes, so he could like get some sleep. right now he is like snoozing like a baby. catching up on lost sleep.
Spotty woke me up during my afternoon snoozle.
He says ascitedly that there's an iddly party going on in Cave 8 in the evening. and all are welcome.
i told Spots that we lions don't go without an invitation. we got pride.
he was upset and said it was ages since he had iddlies and buttermilk and he could swallow his pride (pun not intended) for a batch of steaming iddlies.
so i asks him: what about the dress code?
Spotty: what dress code? can't we like just go as we are?
Me: AS WE ARE! (i said in shock)
They could throw us out, you donkey!
Then i says: sorry for calling you a donkey. (although you don't even deserve that).
Judging from their tone and mannerisms, them lions sound like pretty uppity lions.
Spotty: Uppity? how come?
Me: Judging from the trash they throw out, like you know, dark chocolate wrappers, they could be an uppity pride of lions. They might expect everyone to come wearing spotless white, ironed, starched kaupinams!
Spotty: Mineses is a rag, and i've like forgotten how to wear it!
Well, i have sent Spotty out to check with the polar bears in Cave 6 about the dinner dress code.
see ya later, alligator.
We hope the polar bears told you that kaupinams must be worn, and must be heavily starched, except in the case of very young creechurs who can come as they wish.
It will be worth it. The iddlies with be very VERY good, and the buttermilk too, and Med Tiger, you have a personal invitation from us. (Med Lep too).
see you there ... we have some starching to do.
love,
the Meditator Peacocks (that's what we are today)
Oh Spotsy, we did not mean to frighten you. We promise not to be lions anywhere around you -- we will just be little kittens when we are in your company -- or other small furry creatures. And please be assured, we have never eaten a lepudd. And we never will eat a lepudd.
love, the Med Creechurs
hey peacocks,
we really know nothing about kaupinams. zilch.
mine is fit for a museum, and Spotty's has been eaten by moths and ratses.
we rarely even like bathe. and a bath typically means rolling in mud when theres been like heavy rain.
and splattering each other.
Spotty thinks we can come "as we are" .
i tried to asplain to him that one does not go to an Iddly party (hosted by orthodox consoahvative lions) in tennis shoahts with a sweat band on the foahhead.
thats all we really wear - sports gear.
and we heard some more things about you consoahvative propah folkses. That you always have vibhuti on your foahheads. and arms and chest and wrist. And a spot of kumkum too. Besides the spotless loincloths already discussed in great detail. And that ALL guests, barring none, must come appropriately vibhuti'ed.
there are also rumours of incense sticks being lit and waved, and Bhagavan's name being taken like all day long, and even moahmoahed in sleep.
All this is now giving Spotty sleepless nights. He likes to think he is the cat's whiskers (haha), but has just realized that aint true.
He keeps moahmoahing about "huge terrorfying lines" in his sleep.
And suddenly waking up in a cold sweat.
With your magic talents of changing your species, is there any way you could like change our tennis shoahts into clean spotless kaupinams? Just for one evening?
And could you leave a bag of Vibhuti outside our cave with clear instructionses on how to apply.
Love,
Spotty and Stripes
Dear Spotty and Stripey,
Well the vibhuti is no problem at all. We will drop off a coconut shell full of it at your cave door with a detailed picture of how and where it should be applied. (Forehead, on and under whiskers, front and back paws, tail, etc. Do you at least have dhotis you could wear?
love, the Meditator Changing Creatures
dear huge, terrorfying lions,
we spose we could steal, er borrow a dhoti from someone's clothesline.
But who will teach us how to wear it?
And what happens to our tailses when we wear a dhoti?
Love
Med Tiger and Leopurd
Dear Med Tiger and Med Lep
We have reconsidered and decided to soften our position about kaupinams and dhotis. Just a heavy vibhuti-ing and a good thick paw-print of kumkum over the third eye should be perfect. We will drop off the kumkum at your cave.
No need for nightmares! We are bunnies today and are steaming the iddlies ourseffs.
love, the Meditator Rabbits
Spotty is askin whether we will have to meditate during the paahty.
i said possibly.
so he asked what really is meditation.
i said, you just close your eyeses and sit for a while, till prasad is soahved.
"Close our eyeses", he shouted aghast.
I said, why?
He said, they could torn back into lions and chomp me up when i close my eyes.
And then torn back into peacocks or gentle rabbits and no one would be the wiser!
well, i didn't think of _that_.
i tried to ashoah him that these are no oahdinary lions. they are really nice, sweet cultured huge and terrorfying lions, not some beastly huge and terrorfying lionses.
Can we keep one eye open while meditating? he asked.
We could, i said.
Then there's like three of them against us two, he says. And that's all we know of. There could be even moah they haven't tole us about. Every now and then a new blog starts and we like realize there's one more lion in cave 7.
Look, lionses don't eat lionses. Forst of all. An then we catses have nine lives. so if they like chomp you up, you'll still have eight lives left.
He went on and on with objections till finally i lorst my temper and then he agreed to come, if I step in foahst.
So we should be there, vibhuti'ed and all.
Now there's one more thing about Spotty. He doesnt go anywhere unless a password is asked.
So when we like enter your cave, you have to stop us and ask us the password.
We will say "Namo Ramanaaya" and then like you welcome us in.
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