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  • Pannirselvam Kanagaratnam
    Om Namah Sivaya! Om Namo Bhagavate Sivanandaya! Om Namo Bhagavate Chidanandaya! Om Namo Bhagavate Krishnanandaya! Namaste! February 21st is the auspicious
    Message 1 of 1 , Feb 20, 2001
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      Om Namah Sivaya!
      Om Namo Bhagavate Sivanandaya!
      Om Namo Bhagavate Chidanandaya!
      Om Namo Bhagavate Krishnanandaya!

      Namaste!

      February 21st is the auspicious Mahasivaratri day. There are several
      articles on our website about the significance of this festival. They
      are:

      1) Shivaratri by Gurudev Sri Swami Sivanandaji Maharaj at:
      http://www.SivanandaDlshq.org/religions/shivaratri.htm

      2) Siva--The Mystic Night by Sri Swami Krishnanandaji Maharaj at:
      http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/fest/fest_03.html

      In celebration of this holy occasion we uploaded the biography of Sri
      Appayya Dikshitar, an incarnation of Lord Siva, by Gurudev Sri Swami
      Sivanandaji. Our Gurudev is a descendent of this great sage. The
      biography of Sri Appayya Dikshitar is at:
      http://www.SivanandaDlshq.org/saints/appayya.htm

      A glossary for Sri Gurudev's Moksha Gita with commentary by Sri Swami
      Krishnanandaji has been uploaded to Sri Swami Krishnanandaji's site at:
      http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/moksh/moksh_glo.html

      Yours in the service of Gurudev,

      Pannir

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      NO DISTINCTIONS: The food bell had rung.

      "Vishnu Swamiji," the Master called out, "take Sri John D'Cruz and see
      that he is accommodated in the dining hall. Is he also taking his meals
      in the dining hall?"

      "Yes, Swamiji."

      "That is right. In this Ashram there should not be any communal feeling
      and no caste or creed distinctions. The Christian, Muslim and Parsee
      should all move together amicably, eat together and pray together,
      without any distinction whatsoever."

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      Grace of the Lord Siva
      by Sri Swami Krishnananda
      http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/poet/poet_05.html

      When Pandyan king in Madurai ruled
      a flood in Vaigai rose,
      A threat discharged on kingdom's wealth
      and royal glory's pride.
      The kind, aghast at ceaseless rush of
      swelling waters' roar,
      Summoned his court and dwelt on means of
      meeting danger's roots.
      The palace ordered every house to send
      a man for work
      To bunds erect and walls upraise to stem
      the force of tides.
      The rule of law enforced the hardest
      punishment on those
      Who desisted or failed to comply with
      the demand made,
      The rich and poor, strong and weak, and
      every citizen,
      Deputed men to render service as the
      edict went.
      The whole of town and village folk
      did rise to hurry forth
      In labour deemed so emergent to save
      the city's life.
      Lo, everyone, not one is left, from imposed
      force of law's.
      So stringent was the order come from
      despot ruler's will.
      An old and weak and poor dame of city's
      corner's hut,
      Was also served the notice come, as no one
      was exempt.
      The bending back with feeble eyes moved
      out in open streets
      In search of someone who could work, as
      second she had none.
      When lowest level of support to breaking
      point does move,
      The last of strings that ties to earth the
      soul does break and snap.
      Since all was gone, same body's breath, with
      legal wrath as only friend,
      The aged lady unwittingly summoned 'all'
      to her rescue.
      A little boy from off the road eagerly rushed
      and spoke to her
      To service lend on payment made, a joy and
      grief to her distressed.
      It's joy because someone had come, and grief
      because she had no wealth
      To pay the servant for the work which he
      demanded as his due.
      "I have some cakes of pounded rice, please
      have it as wages I pay,
      No other thing I can afford; if you are
      willing go and work".
      So saddened lady made her point to which he
      gladly did agree,
      And having eaten some of cakes he went to
      labour for the bund.
      When all were hard at rugged labour on the
      banks to raise the walls,
      The little lad just threw some mud and idly
      strolled in careless ease.
      While this was bad he made it worse by
      complaining of hunger-thirst,
      And frequently making his way to lady's hut
      for eating cakes.
      The king did notice lethargy and idle play
      of servant sent,
      And on enquiry came to know an old woman had
      sent this boy.
      Casting his glance on work pretentions, irked
      at wilful negligence,
      The king his whip of lashes raised and dealt
      a blow on back of boy.
      Then what happened, who can describe, the atoms
      split their very core,
      And every cell of all creation shook with shock
      of thrash of whip.
      The king who struck was first belaboured with
      the strike of rod
      And felt the pain of blow he dealt on working
      peasant boy.
      The workers all in thousands stretched busy
      in building bunds,
      Did each one feel the hit on back as if
      a stone did roll.
      The hills in tremor showered blasts of earth
      element from their pores,
      And seas rose up in heaving waves as if the
      mountains in them sank.
      Vibrations struck the sun and moon and stars
      in the sky spat tongues of flame,
      Brahma and Vishnu in Their seats and Indra
      felt the sudden quake.
      The boy in play took up a handful of the
      earth from ground,
      And threw it on the gaps of bund which closely
      fixed the walls.
      This in an instant raised the barracks
      turning tides away,
      To marvelled looks of all the folks who drudged
      for days and days.
      Lo, wonder this, who is this rustic lad who
      played these pranks
      And struck with wonder everyone who dazed
      beheld what this could be.
      Suddenly in place of that one little
      boyish frame
      Arose the magnificent frame of Siva,
      Almighty
      Who lighted up the firmament as thousand
      suns would rise,
      And blessed the kind and all the people
      with his divine grace.


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