Autobiography of a Yogi
welfare work among women and children. He reports his activities
in his English weekly, HARIJAN.
{FN44-10} I sent a shipment to Wardha, soon after my return to
America. The plants, alas! died on the way, unable to withstand
the rigors of the long ocean transportation.
{FN44-11} Thoreau, Ruskin, and Mazzini are three other Western
writers whose sociological views Gandhi has studied carefully.
{FN44-12} The sacred scripture given to Persia about 1000 B.C. by
Zoroaster.
{FN44-13} The unique feature of Hinduism among the world religions
is that it derives not from a single great founder but from the
impersonal Vedic scriptures. Hinduism thus gives scope for worshipful
incorporation into its fold of prophets of all ages and all lands.
The Vedic scriptures regulate not only devotional practices but all
important social customs, in an effort to bring man’s every action
into harmony with divine law.
{FN44-14} A comprehensive Sanskrit word for law; conformity to law
or natural righteousness; duty as inherent in the circumstances in
which a man finds himself at any given time. The scriptures define
DHARMA as “the natural universal laws whose observance enables man
to save himself from degradation and suffering.”
{FN44-15} MATTHEW 7:21.
{FN44-16} MATTHEW 26:52.
{FN44-17} “Let not a man glory in this, that he love his country;
Let him rather glory in this, that he love his kind.”-PERSIAN
PROVERB.
{FN44-18} “Then came Peter to him and said, Lord, how oft shall my
brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus
saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until
seventy times seven.”-MATTHEW 18:21-22.
{FN44-19} Charles P. Steinmetz, the great electrical engineer, was
once asked by Mr. Roger W. Babson: “What line of research will see
the greatest development during the next fifty years?” “I think the
greatest discovery will be made along spiritual lines,” Steinmetz
replied. “Here is a force which history clearly teaches has been
the greatest power in the development of men. Yet we have merely
been playing with it and have never seriously studied it as we
have the physical forces. Someday people will learn that material
things do not bring happiness and are of little use in making men
and women creative and powerful. Then the scientists of the world
will turn their laboratories over to the study of God and prayer
and the spiritual forces which as yet have hardly been scratched.
When this day comes, the world will see more advancement in one
generation than it has seen in the past four.”
{FN44-20} That is, resist not evil with evil. (MATTHEW 5:38-39)
CHAPTER: 45
THE BENGALI “JOY-PERMEATED” MOTHER
“Sir, please do not leave India without a glimpse of Nirmala Devi.
Her sanctity is intense; she is known far and wide as Ananda Moyi Ma
(Joy-Permeated Mother).” My niece, Amiyo Bose, gazed at me earnestly.
“Of course! I want very much to see the woman saint.” I added, “I
have read of her advanced state of God-realization. A little article
about her appeared years ago in EAST-WEST.”
“I have met her,” Amiyo went on. “She recently visited my own little
town of Jamshedpur. At the entreaty of a disciple, Ananda Moyi Ma
went to the home of a dying man. She stood by his bedside; as her
hand touched his forehead, his death-rattle ceased. The disease
vanished at once; to the man’s glad astonishment, he was well.”
A few days later I heard that the Blissful Mother was staying at
the home of a disciple in the Bhowanipur section of Calcutta. Mr.
Wright and I set out immediately from my father’s Calcutta home. As
the Ford neared the Bhowanipur house, my companion and I observed
an unusual street scene.
Ananda Moyi Ma was standing in an open-topped automobile, blessing
a throng of about one hundred disciples. She was evidently on the
point of departure. Mr. Wright parked the Ford some distance away,
and accompanied me on foot toward the quiet assemblage. The woman
saint glanced in our direction; she alit from her car and walked
toward us.
“Father, you have come!” With these fervent words she put her arm
around my neck and her head on my shoulder. Mr. Wright, to whom I
had just remarked that I did not know the saint, was hugely enjoying
this extraordinary demonstration of welcome. The eyes of the one
hundred chelas were also fixed with some surprise on the affectionate
tableau.
I had instantly seen that the saint was in a high state of SAMADHI.
Utterly oblivious to her outward garb as a woman, she knew herself
as the changeless soul; from that plane she was joyously greeting
another devotee of God. She led me by the hand into her automobile.
“Ananda Moyi Ma, I am delaying your journey!” I protested.
“Father, I am meeting you for the first time in this life, after
ages!” she said. “Please do not leave yet.”
We sat together in the rear seats of the car. The Blissful Mother
soon entered the immobile ecstatic state. Her beautiful eyes
glanced heavenward and, half-opened, became stilled, gazing into
the near-far inner Elysium. The disciples chanted gently: “Victory
to Mother Divine!”
I had found many men of God-realization in India, but never before
had I met such an exalted woman saint. Her gentle face was burnished
with the ineffable joy that had given her the name of Blissful
Mother. Long black tresses lay loosely behind her unveiled head. A
red dot of sandalwood paste on her forehead symbolized the spiritual
eye, ever open within her. Tiny face, tiny hands, tiny feet-a
contrast to her spiritual magnitude!
I put some questions to a near-by woman chela while Ananda Moyi Ma
remained entranced.
“The Blissful Mother travels widely in India; in many parts she has
hundreds of disciples,” the chela told me. “Her courageous efforts
have brought about many desirable social reforms. Although a Brahmin,
the saint recognizes no caste distinctions. {FN45-1} A group of
us always travel with her, looking after her comforts. We have to
mother her; she takes no notice of her body. If no one gave her
food, she would not eat, or make any inquiries. Even when meals
are placed before her, she does not touch them. To prevent her
disappearance from this world, we disciples feed her with our own
hands. For days together she often stays in the divine trance,
scarcely breathing, her eyes unwinking. One of her chief disciples
is her husband. Many years ago, soon after their marriage, he took
the vow of silence.”
The chela pointed to a broad-shouldered, fine-featured man with
long hair and hoary beard. He was standing quietly in the midst of
the gathering, his hands folded in a disciple’s reverential attitude.
Refreshed by her dip in the Infinite, Ananda Moyi Ma was now focusing
her consciousness on the material world.
“Father, please tell me where you stay.” Her voice was clear and
melodious.
“At present, in Calcutta or Ranchi; but soon I shall be returning
to America.”
“America?”
“Yes. An Indian woman saint would be sincerely appreciated there
by spiritual seekers. Would you like to go?”
“If Father can take me, I will go.”
This reply caused her near-by disciples to start in alarm.
“Twenty or more of us always travel with the Blissful Mother,” one
of them told me firmly. “We could not live without her. Wherever
she goes, we must go.”
Reluctantly I abandoned the plan, as possessing an impractical
feature of spontaneous enlargement!
“Please come at least to Ranchi, with your disciples,” I said on
taking leave of the saint. “As a divine child yourself, you will
enjoy the little ones in my school.”
“Whenever Father takes me, I will gladly go.”
A short time later the Ranchi VIDYALAYA was in gala array for the
saint’s promised visit. The youngsters looked forward to any day
of festivity-no lessons, hours of music, and a feast for the climax!
“Victory! Ananda Moyi Ma, ki jai!” This reiterated chant from
scores of enthusiastic little throats greeted the saint’s party
as it entered the school gates. Showers of marigolds, tinkle of
cymbals, lusty blowing of conch shells and beat of the MRIDANGA
drum! The Blissful Mother wandered smilingly over the sunny VIDYALAYA
grounds, ever carrying within her the portable paradise.
“It is beautiful here,” Ananda Moyi Ma said graciously as I led her
into the main building. She seated herself with a childlike smile
by my side. The closest of dear friends, she made one feel, yet an
aura of remoteness was ever around her-the paradoxical isolation
of Omnipresence.
“Please tell me something of your life.”
“Father knows all about it; why repeat it?” She evidently felt that
the factual history of one short incarnation was beneath notice.
I laughed, gently repeating my question.
“Father, there is little to tell.” She spread her graceful hands
in a deprecatory gesture. “My consciousness has never associated
itself with this temporary body. Before I came on this earth, Father,
‘I was the same.’ As a little girl, ‘I was the same.’ I grew into
womanhood, but still ‘I was the same.’ When the family in which
I had been born made arrangements to have this body married, ‘I
was the same.’ And when, passion-drunk, my husband came to me and
murmured endearing words, lightly touching my body, he received a
violent shock, as if struck by lightning, for even then ‘I was the
same.’
“My husband knelt before me, folded his hands, and implored my
pardon.
“‘Mother,’ he said, ‘because I have desecrated your bodily temple
by touching it with the thought of lust-not knowing that within it
dwelt not my wife but the Divine Mother-I take this solemn vow: I
shall be your disciple, a celibate follower, ever caring for you
in silence as a servant, never speaking to anyone again as long as
I live. May I thus atone for the sin I have today committed against
you, my guru.’
“Even when I quietly accepted this proposal of my husband’s, ‘I
was the same.’ And, Father, in front of you now, ‘I am the same.’
Ever afterward, though the dance of creation change around me in
the hall of eternity, ‘I shall be the same.’”
Ananda Moyi Ma sank into a deep meditative state. Her form was
statue-still; she had fled to her ever-calling kingdom. The dark
pools of her eyes appeared lifeless and glassy. This expression
is often present when saints remove their consciousness from the
physical body, which is then hardly more than a piece of soulless
clay. We sat together for an hour in the ecstatic trance. She
returned to this world with a gay little laugh.
“Please, Ananda Moyi Ma,” I said, “come with me to the garden. Mr.
Wright will take some pictures.”
“Of course, Father. Your will is my will.” Her glorious eyes retained
the unchanging divine luster as she posed for many photographs.
Time for the feast! Ananda Moyi Ma squatted on her blanket-seat,
a disciple at her elbow to feed her. Like an infant, the saint
obediently swallowed the food after the chela had brought it to
her lips. It was plain that the Blissful Mother did not recognize
any difference between curries and sweetmeats!
As dusk approached, the saint left with her party amidst a shower
of rose petals, her hands raised in blessing on the little lads.
Their faces shone with the affection she had effortlessly awakened.
“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all
thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength:” Christ
has proclaimed, “this is the first commandment.” {FN45-2}
Casting aside every inferior attachment, Ananda Moyi Ma offers her
sole allegiance to the Lord. Not by the hairsplitting distinctions
of scholars but by the sure logic of faith, the childlike saint has
solved the only problem in human life-establishment of unity with