Sep 122018
 

My disciple Raghava Pandit das sent me the following appreciation of Gunagrahi das Goswami:

Dear Guru Maharaja,

Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada. All glories to Your Divine Grace.

A few days ago I saw a clip of you and others bidding farewell to Gunagrahi Maharaja—he was on his way to Vrindavan. I never met Maharaja, but I’ve always found his talks deep and profound. About a year ago, I read a blog post of his which was so inspiring that the words came alive for me in a very mystical way. Here is the posting:

Happiness and Stained Glass

Srila Prabhupada says, “If one is situated in real Krsna consciousness, he can face the most severe type of adversity and remain completely undisturbed.” (Journey to Self-Discovery 7.3)

It is easy for us to smile when things are “going our way,” but spiritual advancement allows us to be happy at all other times as well. Here is a nice quote in this connection:

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.” —Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

GdG

 

Then last year I found his Vyasa-puja offering very inspiring. It’s inexplicable why the words of some devotees touch me more than others. I read only a handful of offerings last year and Maharaja’s was one of them:

Dearmost Srila Prabhupada,

When I was a little boy, I knew nothing about the soul. All I thought was that when you die you don’t exist anymore. That frightened me. Some nights I would lie awake crying after my mother had tucked me in. I would call out for her, and she would run up the stairs, hold me in her arms, and ask me what was wrong. “I don’t want to die!” I repeatedly sobbed. She would rock me back and forth, patting me on the head, saying, “Everything will be all right. Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.” I would finally lie back down, emotionally spent, and go to sleep. But that anxiety in the depths of my heart still remained.

As I grew older, I became so absorbed in sense gratification that I stopped thinking about death. Nor was the subject ever dealt with in high school or college. When we all started experimenting with mind-altering drugs at the university, we would stay awake at night speculating about what was reality, and again the subject of death came up. But this time I somehow got the idea that we were all eternal, and that, hey, maybe we were even God Himself, or Itself. The idea of being God sounded pretty darn good! Somehow, though, it never seemed to work in my practical life. Quite the contrary: my suffering and confusion only mounted.

Then that day of days finally came! Guru-krsna-prasade paya bhakti-lata-bija. You lit up my life with the magic of the holy name. I had never seen or felt anything like it! Nevertheless, it was still so hard to let go of my desire to enjoy. Maya had to beat me to the ground to get me to finally crawl helplessly through the doors of your temple. Home at last! And finally I came to understand the real meaning of death, of the self, and of God. After many lifetimes, that deep-rooted fear of nonexistence had come to an end.

Nowadays death once again is very much in the forefront of my mind. My health is declining, and the doctors say the disease is terminal. But even if it is, the purification it has put me through has been saving my life—my real life—more than any bodily cure I ever could have found. For along with my illness you have come to purify me, forcing me to learn very hard and painful lessons I had always so stubbornly avoided. You are also so mercifully flooding me with the most wonderful support of your loving devotees. On account of the above, being faced with death has thus become one of the best things that has ever happened to me, rather than the unthinkable misery I did not know how to confront when I was young.

I am reminded of how the Fifth Canto of Srimad-Bhagavatam so graphically explains that it is becoming the general rule in Kali-yuga that relatives and friends of so-called loved ones who are dying are often able to think only of how they themselves will benefit from their dear ones’ demise. They have neither the knowledge nor the desire to comfort and uplift their lifelong companions when they are about to leave this world. Thus multitudes are dying in loneliness, bewilderment, and despair.

There is no doubt that had I remained embedded in the culture I was brought up in, I would now be suffering the same fate. I would have had the same fears as always, not knowing where to turn for the answers and not feeling the genuine affection I would have so desperately needed. But you intervened and picked up this lost, sobbing spiritual child and held him in your arms, and you have been rocking him back and forth ever since. You have instilled within me that tranquility and faith I had always been looking for. I am at last convinced that, yes, just as my mother always said, “Everything will be all right.”

Your most grateful servant,
Gunagrahi Das Goswami

 

Sometimes it is said that the truth sits on the lips of a dying man. I felt that Lord Krishna had imbued his personality with a special sweetness, and I feel fortunate that his words could inspire me further in Krishna consciousness.

I hope this finds you well and in good health.

Your servant
Raghava Pandit das

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