A Cup Of Tea With The Master

26 Aug 10

Satnaam Ji Ka Khalsa,

Satnaam Ji Ki Fateh.

Dandout to One & All

A Cup of Tea with The Master

There is always a sense of the unknown awakening, prior to meeting the Master. The myriad of emotions, the anticpation, the excitement.

Once in the physical presence of the Master there is an uncontrollable  surrender, and one cannot help but, fall into His arms. The sheer delight of His embrace is like losing oneself into waves  of limitless bliss, falling in love again, and again.

The Master is exceptionally exquisite, immaculately breathtaking and divinely wise. He is majestic in his deliverance of Divine Discourse. His words soothe the soul, and His gems of Truth enliven the sleeping self.

Over the course of our stay with the Master, much wisdom was shared over cups of tea full of amazing grace, which had all been lovingly, and generously prepared.Over the course of our visit, the energetic resonance of Divine energy became more and more potent and concentrated. I watched the Master, and was in awe of His ability to nurture the withering aspects of Truth Seekers. In the nurturing space of the Master's shelter and protection I witnessed Truth Seekers bear their pain on a platter in front of everyone. This pain was part of the psyche that had kept their ultimate potential dormant and suppressed.

The Master was gentle and kind he kissed their foreheads, caressed their faces, wiped their tears, whispered words of encouragement and upliftment to them. In the sacred space of transmutation much clearing and releasing was done. Lifetimes of pain was being purged and shed. The Transcedental Lord had made Himself manifest through the Master, who is a Divine Embodiment of Source energy. The energy was electric and charged, freeflowing and abundant. The miracle of love was witnessed as the Master bore the pain of truth Seekers, and gifted them back reciporically, a  massive storehouse of spiritual opulence. At times the intensity of the atmospheric ambience was so intense that the eyes could not be opened. This was due to the Master's luminosity and electromagnetic presence. Silence and absorbtion were adept at these times, in order, to harness the resonance, so that it could be utilised to carve oneself, wash the toxicities and impurities and to reveal the True nature of the self.

At times there was a carefree childish joy, much laughter and merrymaking as heavenly kirtan was sung and the sacred Naad vibrated through the cosmos. The Transcedental Lord's Celestial Court was witnessed on Earth in a sleepy town in surbubia. The two realities, the two worlds, the etheric and physical merged into one beam of focus, one worship.

I observed the Master and Dassan Dass Ji, they were both Matrix Masters, who could bend the Universe, at their will if required. They were Masters of many dominions, not just the physical plane. They had  long gone defeated Maya, crushed her in their bare hands, spat her out and now she was placed under their feet in submission and defeat. Their grace, beauty and regalness comes from their unfaltering allegiance to Source. They rewrote the scripts of potentially all of the Truth Seekers in order for them  to achieve their highest and best potential, such is the power of the sacred glance of the Master.  

Whilst in the Masters company I asked Him about the divine qualities of a Warrior. He advised that, ' We can win any battle, with the heart and love, and anything can be defeated with the tonal resonance of Satnaam, which is love itself.' 

Wondrous, miaculous and divine are the ways of the Master, and the comany of the Truth Seekers, the beauteous brides, waiting to be bethrothed to the Lover Lord. Whilst on the journey to meeting the Master as divine inspiration would have it, and very appropriate, I listened to the shabad, 'Koyi Aan Milave Mera Pritam Pyara' He who unites me with my Beloved,' sang angelically and sublimely by Snatam Kaur.

“Koyi Aan Milave Mera Pritam Pyara –

If only someone would come,

and lead me to meet my Darling Beloved;

I would sell myself to him.

I long for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan.

When the Lord shows Mercy unto me,

then I meet the True Guru;

I meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.

If You will bless me with happiness,

then I will worship and adore You.

Even in pain, I will meditate on You.

Even if You give me hunger,

I will still feel satisfied;

I am joyful, even in the midst of sorrow

.I would cut my mind and body apart into pieces,

and offer them all to You;

I would burn myself in fire.

Poor Nanak has fallen at the Lord's Door;

please, O Lord, unite me with Yourself,

by Your Glorious Greatness.

Taking out my eyes,

I place them at Your Feet;

after travelling over the entire earth,

I have come to understand this.

If You seat me near You,

then I worship and adore You.

Even if You beat me and drive me out,

I will still meditate on You.

If people praise me,

the praise is Yours.

Even if they slander me,

I will not leave You.

If You are on my side,

then anyone can say anything.

But if I were to forget You,

then I would die.

I am a sacrifice,

a sacrifice to my Guru;

falling at His Feet,

I surrender to the Saintly Guru.

Poor Nanak has gone insane,

longing for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan.

Even in violent storms and torrential rain,

I go out to catch a glimpse of my Guru.”

Siri Guru Granth Sahib

There is always an incessant yearning and pining to be in the presence and spatial resonance of the Master's Grace.

Gracious submission to my Lord, Sire and Master, Baba Ji.

Blissful Blessings,

In Gratitude,

Simran