Perhaps the "Highest" person on earth,
Swami Chidananda died on Thursday 8/28/08.
He was Swami Sivananda's successor and had
guided the Divine Life Society for the past
four decades. This humble monk is someone who
Mother Teresa and many others considered a living Saint.
Below you will find a small sample of
his wisdom. If you would like to swim further
into the ocean of his love, compassion, wit and
knowledge, much more can be found here:
by Swami Chidananda
A seeker I know once said to me, "The world
would be a much better place and people here
would be much happier if everybody would do
one simple thing." "What is that?" I asked.
She said, "Let everybody write in the air in
huge letters, "MYOB," for "Mind Your Own Business!"
If everybody would mind his own business, the
world would be quite all right." I found another
meaning in her little homily. Do you know what
"your own" is in Sanskrit? The word in Sanskrit
is Atman, and Atman is your own Self, so "mind
your own business" really means, "mind your own
Self!" Unfortunately, this Atman-business is the
one thing we don't want to do, because we like to
mind other people's business instead! This is why
we do not realise our true Self. We should be
filling our lives with a great concern for this
Atman, reflecting over it, meditating upon it,
living to attain the fullest experience of it,
because this Atman is our very own Self.
Lord Buddha put much the same thing in a different
way. In his parting message to his disciples he
said, "Listen to me. Do not neglect your higher
Self. Always be diligent in your own welfare.
This is not selfishness but annihilation of the
little self. When the petty self perishes, what
remains? That which remains cannot be described
in a way that is understandable to the petty self,
for it has ceased to be."
Do you know the story of Sinbad the Sailor? Sinbad
was shipwrecked on an island, and one day he found
an old man lying on the beach whose legs were
useless. The old man begged Sinbad to lift him up,
so out of compassion Sinbad raised him onto his
shoulders. But as he did so, the old man coiled
both his legs around Sinbad's neck and locked them.
From then on Sinbad was ruled over by this old man.
"Take me here, take me there! Let me have this,
let me have that!" Sinbad almost fell into despair,
but then an idea came to him. One day he took the
old man to some grape vines, and the old man gorged
himself on fermented grapes and got intoxicated.
In a swoon he loosened his grip on Sinbad's neck,
and then with one great shove Sinbad was able to
throw him off. Just as this old man ruled Sinbad,
so are we also ruled by something. The old man
riding us is the ego, and this diehard ego has been
holding us in a tight grip for ages. Our bondage is
due to this ego, and we must shake it off to be
freethat is the only way.