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The Goldchild |
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Arunachala ! You root out the ego of those who think of you in the heart - "This is how Sri Ramana Maharishi sings in praise of the holy hill Arunachala, around which is situated the bustling little town of Tiruvannamalai. It is in this small place, famous worldwide for the annual Kartigai Deepam festival, that lives a great saint of our times. Showering love and grace on one and all, a rare spiritual gem safely hidden away in the guise of a "mad beggar", he is like a child in this world, the garden of his supreme father. The worthiest heir to the great spiritual legacy of Sri Ramana Maharishi, Sri Aurobindo and Swami Ramdas, the world knows him as Yogi Ramsuratkumar, the Godchild of Tiruvannamalai". Very little is known about his early years,
except that he was born in a small village near Varanasi, the
eternal city of Lord Vishvanatha; had a decent education and
had worked as a teacher. The all consuming spiritual fire deep
within, took him to Sri Aurobindo at Pondicherry and from there
to the silent presence of Sri Ramana Maharishi at Tiruvannamalai.
The Divine led him to Swami Ramdas at Anandashram in Kerala,
who initiated him with the Rama mantra. Shock is a weapon used by yogis and mystics
to awaken the sleeping spirituality of aspirants. Coming in the
presence of a saint, the rational, discursive and doubting mind
is bound to have a rude shock. It is only when faith, unshakable
firm faith dawns, that the magnetic attraction of their being
is felt. This is very much so in the case of Yogi Ramsuratkumar.
There are no spirituals discussions, no lectures or talks, no
elaborate rituals. It is mostly silence, interrupted only by
a tender and loving enquiry about your well being and sometimes
peals of laughter, roaring laughter. A rare grace can be noticed
in every word, every action and every glance. And the power of
that piercing glance! It can only be described in the words of
Sri Ramana Maharishi - "When two pairs of eyes, the teacher's
who can teach through silence, and his worthy pupils meet, spoken
words are a mere waste. That look bestows the light destroying
and surviving all things else." |