Chronic Pain

Understand…

…your pain.

Is it dull?

Sharp?

Shooting?

Erratic?

Localized?

Spread-out?

Deep?

On surface?

Triggered?

By what?

Where, when and how are you comfortable?

How can comfort be enhanced?

Is comfort going to be temporary, or perhaps permanent?

Chronic pain is a tough cookie. 

Happens to most, sometime or the other in life. 

Understanding the underlying Dosha or Doshas is vital. 

Kapha is dull and encompassing. 

Pitta is sharp and shooting. It can also burn. 

Vata is erratic. It carries Pitta to shoot. Location keeps changing. 

Identify the Doshas at play. 

Then act with remedy. Pacify that which is out of control. Bring it back in control. 

When pain becomes chronic, and after biochemistry of the area has changed, it it well possible that three Doshas are involved. 

What does one do here?

Dr. Lad taught us that three Doshas going out of whack is a combination for disaster. Here, a complete detox will be required. 

In today’s day and age, detox starts with food. 

Eat and drink the right stuff. 

Stay alkaline. Avoid acidic or acitity causing substances. 

Exercise.

Get rid of waste smoothly.

Sleep sufficiently. 

Persistence with this food-exercise-waste-sleep regimen alone will take care of most of your detox, and could well bring your pain under control already. 

Go for this basic stuff…

…by yourself. 

Beyond that, sure, see a doctor. 

Holy Trinity Leads Us to Health

Pitta fuels the need to know.

It makes us restless.

We feel like digging.

We can’t rest, till we know…

…the truth.

This is a very vital sequence.

Why?

Because when we know the truth, we are very likely to act differently.

Therein, also, lies the secret of health.

The sheer act of choosing and adhering to healthy habits based upon truth makes for a person in good health.

On the ground, mostly, what happens is this.

We might know of a truth, but it hasn’t yet ingrained itself.

Ingraining is also done by Pitta, as it rams DNA with the truth, and keeps ramming it till the DNA incorporates this information.

For this, an ample stream of Pitta needs to flow pinpointedly in the required direction, with the required force, till the deed is done. Obstinacy, even to to stick to a regimen, is the domain of Kapha.

And, it is Vata that makes Pitta flow.

Kapha the Sentimental

Kapha is Earth. Earth is substance.

Kapha provides staunchness. At times it is obstinate. It knows a thing or two about staying its ground.

Kapha gives structure. 

It is watery emotion. On the flip side, Kapha lusts.

Kapha is reliable.

It know loyalty. 

Kapha is shy. It has friends, though. 

Kapha preserves. It brings together.

Kapha is bulk. It can be block-headed. Kapha is dull.

Mostly, though, it shows compassion. It is sympathetic towards the pain of others. Kapha is soft and wet. It is also cold. 

Kapha is modest. It listens to elders. 

Kapha lubricatres. 

Let it get too comfortable, and it will set up camp, to coolly enjoy your comfortable hospitality, possibly forever, without wanting to move a limb.

Kapha needs to be kept on its toes, so it can become slim and trim. Kapha has a tendency to put on. Kapha nourishes. 

Kapha loves being pampered. Cut the pampering to wake Kapha up to life. 

Kapha doesn’t forget. It is quite like the elephant, isn’t it? Moves slowly. Comes down with a bang when enraged beyond control, though this is a once in a blue-moon thingie. Slow to activate. 

Kapha prepares its playing field well. It then needs activation to start playing. Once activated, there’s no stopping the roll of Kapha. Unless its out of breath and stops for a bite.

Kapha likes to accumulate. Greed lurks.

Kapha is steady. 

Kapha doesn’t like change. Adaptation to new surroundings is an issue. Kapha likes to dig in, and finds it strenuous and compelling to check out. 

Kapha is happy at home, the nostalgic fellow. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Burner Called Pitta

Pitta burns through.

It isn’t dogged though.

To flow, it needs Vata.

To persist, it borrows doggedness from Kapha.

Channelised, Pitta’s intelligence and brilliance shine forth.

Pitta is ignition.

It doesn’t care how it smells.

Pitta isn’t complicated.

It doesn’t believe in show.

It is what it is.

Like it and use it well, and it will dissect any and every topic for you.

Abuse it, and its overflow might even make you kill.

Pitta is used by the body for on the spot action.

Biochemistry is at play.

Pitta is the intelligence being relayed back and forth within the body.

Pitta is honest.

Straight-forwardness it its way of life.

Pitta is in alcohol. It mostly leaves drugs to Vata. The drug called sugar is left to Kapha.

Pitta is the knife performing the operation.

Use it well.

Abuse will bring on the spot misery and will literally spill blood. Pitta is in blood.

Each Dosha has its pluses and minuses.

Use the pluses. The minuses are there because it’s a Dosha after all, some kind of an anomaly in the matrix of the universe.

Flush out the minuses.

Become friends with the Dosha.

What’s your Emergency?

Life’s a blur in deep Kalyuga.

We move…fast.

We are mildly aware about what we are doing. Auto-pilot is big.

When we eat, focus is on some other stimulus. Not totally on food.

Mind races.

Million thoughts.

We’re troubleshooting at every step.

Life’s an emergency.

Does Ayurveda fit in?

Here?

With great difficulty.

Ayurveda is prophylactic.

Its first impulse is to maintain health, so that the native can enjoy a long, healthy life that is fruitul and meaningful. All that can’t happen without good health, so Ayurveda makes it a life-mission to maintain good health.

It is not allowing emergencies to creep in.

Our lifestyle, on the other hand, is an emergency-lifestyle.

How do we bring this discrepancy to a common denominator?

We don’t have a choice.

We have to find common ground.

Our lifestyle has to deal with deep Kalyuga.

Ayurveda is from Satyuga, or something like that.

One needs to fit-fit-fit to incorporate some Ayurveda in one’s life.

What’s the harm?

Who asked you to be a totalitarian?

Yeah, what’s your emergency?

Go with some. Understand it. Incorporate it. If it’s helping, keep it. Discard the cumbersome stuff.

Brick by brick, take it to a maximally digestible level.

I say that on purpose, because in deep Kalyuga, good-old-stuff is not all incorprable.

Never mind. We’ll go with whatever works for us.

Slowly, as you keep fitting and incorporating, you notice an important change.

Balance shifts towards a non-emergency lifestyle.

Your body and mind have heard the call of your soul. Now, they are fitting themselves to Ayurveda.

You are on the correct trajectory to good and long-lasting health.

Zero Tolerance for Cancer?

Yes.

That’s what Ayurveda has.

What exactly is cancer?

Body cells behaving as if they don’t belong to the body…

…alienation…

…own components rejecting their mothership…

…and spreading their…

…cancer…

…growing in number and size…

…till they take over the mothership and…

…lay it to rest painfully.

Who behaves like that?

Someone who’s really p*ssed.

Is that the case with body cells?

Yes it is.

Constant toxicity on all levels leaves them fuming.

Their reasoning is, if the person looking out for us is not treating us as his or her own, then why should we treat him or her as our own.

Fair argument?

Let’s look at what’s happening with the eyes of Ayurveda.

Straight away – Doshas.

All three under control = burgeoning health. Ayurveda tries to keep it here. However, in deep Kalyuga, where we are, maintaining all three Doshas at balanced levels is rather difficult, despite the best efforts of Ayurveda. More often than not,…

… one of the Doshas is generally out of whack, and this means the onset of disease.

2 out of whack = serious disease.

All three out of whack = cancer…

…if they are not brought under control urgently.

Dr. Lad taught us that, this thing about all three being out of whack meaning development of cancer in the body.

I’ll never forget it.

What does all three out of whack mean?

A lifestyle that’s totally out of whack with one’s self – that’s what it means.

Ayurveda’s action starts very early, at trying to control the one Dosha that’s out of whack. Actually, it starts at prevention of overflow of even one Dosha. However, we have established, that in deep Kalyuga, it is very common for at least one Dosha to overflow at the drop of a hat.

In the context of this article, on a relative level, we’re already looking to Ayurveda at the one-Dosha-out-of-whack level.

We’re treating a disease like cancer at a primal point, much, much before it explodes.

Dosha 2 and Dosha 3 out of whack condition is far away. Dosha 1 will be brought under control by Ayurveda. Health will be restored.

Ayurveda has zero tolerance for cancer.

Relevance

Seriously?

Are we still discussing relevance.

Many pockets are not discussing relevance. They don’t feel the need. They realize the value.

New pockets are springing up, that are studying and practising Ayurveda with zeal and success.

Old pockets are lethargic, but they don’t doubt.

Some pockets discuss relevance. They are concerned about the revenues of their own lobbies.

People, let’s realize overlap.

Meaning, seriously, what’s the overlap here?

This is deep Kalyuga, remember. As deep as it gets.

Life’s in the fast track.

It’s a time for emergencies.

Thus there will always be ample room for allopathic medicine. And then some.

Lobbies can make good money.

That’s not the problem.

The problem is, they want more money.

More.

And more.

Nothing’s good enough.

In deep Kalyuga, greed rots us from the inside.

Therefore, there’s a war against other niche segments, who might enjoy just about a small single digit percentage of the market in the first place.

Lobbies want even those single digits.

That’s still not it, though. The core worry is something bigger.

Lobbies are worried, that one day, those single digits might grow to double digits.

They want to nip in the bud.

They discredit.

They debate relevance.

They highlight testing, heavy-metals and what-have-you.

They want Ayurveda thrown out.

However, there is a part of society that does not live from emergency to emergency.

People have started to believe in avoidance, pre-empting and prophylaxis.

People have started to cleanse from within.

People have started defining disease from its nacscent stage and not its symptom stage.

In a world full of toxicity, Ayurveda is relevant like never before.

Holy Trinity

Simplicity. 

Ayurveda believes in it. 

Therefore, it breaks things down to the very basics. 

The three Doshas are a simple way of looking at life. Simplicity with immense power. 

Why so?

Symptom-Diagnosis-Treatment is what one is looking at normally, in the allopathic approach. 

However, Ayurveda is going many notches below the symptoms-stage, and looking at accumulation and overflow of Doshas happening there. 

Ayurveda is treating potential disease before breakout. 

How can it do this?

By breaking life down to three basic Doshas that have the capability to overflow. 

Ayurveda identifies what’s overflowing and treats it. 

For treatment to be effective, Ayurveda needs to understand the exact nature and natural habitat of the three Doshas. Ayurveda needs to gauge how the Doshas are behaving once out of their natural habitats. 

Kapha Dosha accumulates naturally in the stomach. It is of mucous type, cold, wet and oily, and is a lubricant in the digestive process, taking with it wastes for elimination.

Pitta Dosha accumulates naturally in the small intestine. It smells of raw flesh. It is hot, wet and oily. Its primary function is digestion. 

Vata Dosha accumulates naturally in the colon. It is cold, dry and erratic. Primarily, it circulates Dosha and Dhatu out of and into the body respectively.


Now let’s look at the 6 stages of disease.


Accumulation of the Doshas in their natural reservoirs.

 

Aggravation of the Doshas due to stimulus or misbehaviour. 

 

Overflow and spread of the aggravated Doshas. No real symptoms yet. 

 

Localization of the overflowing Doshas at a weak spot. Appearance of internal and mild symptoms.

 

Manifestation of the now localized Dosha as disease. External and serious symptoms.

 

Permanency of disease as Doshas chemically intermingle with body tissue to cause permanent change.


Ayurveda identifies where the Doshas are and what their exact status is.


Aggravation will be mellowed. 


Overflow will be drained. 


Localisation will be mobilised and drained. 


Manifestation – well Ayurveda tries hard to reverse it, and succeeds. 


Permanency is permanency. However, Ayurveda still takes a shot here, with drastic treatments. We’re talking metals in complex form, and also, we’re talking complete isolation for weeks. 


In a simple and effective fashion, Ayurveda quietly goes about reversing the process of disease.

The non-linear Nature of Vayu Dosha

Have you kick-started a motorcycle?

Drawn water from a hand-pump?

Observed the dynamics of your ablutions?

Studied the onset of an asthma attack?

What’s the common denominator?

Non-linear nature. 

That’s one attribute of Vayu Dosha. 

And we’re speaking about it today. 

Why?

Because it is peculiar to us.

We are used to linear growth. 

Society teaches us of the symmetry while behaving linearly.

Symmetry, aesthetics, predictability…

…are the buzz-words of the times. 

One is on time.

That’s how the world functions. 

One behaves in a fashion such that one’s future behaviour can be estimated. 

That’s how one builds credibility. 

On the basis of credibility, one is able to move the world around. 

Vayu Dosha is none of this. 

It is not symmetrical. 

It doesn’t care too much about aesthetics. Burping, farting, hiccupping…need I say more. 

It is not predictable. 

There comes the slightest of tension, and one’s morning ablution gets postponed. 

One might not yawn for three days, and then go into a frenzy of yawns. 

Hiccups might not stop, and then stop altogether. 

You get the gist. 

Since Vayu Dosha is not what society teaches us to be, it’s nature appears peculiar to us. 

That’s an issue. 

We wash Vayu Dosha under the rug. 

We don’t burp. 

We don’t fart. 

We don’t acknowledge we’re depressed. 

We imprison it. 

That’s when it becomes a hurricane. 

It bursts, having devastating effects. 

It’s non-linear, non-conforming nature has done us in. 

Do we want to be done in?

No. 

Therefore, we must deal with the nature of Vayu Dosha. We must understand it, and accommodate for it. 

It pays to accept that things in life can behave in a non-linear fashion. 

After acceptance comes accommodation. 

That’s followed by (successful) implementation. 

Of Shri Paramhans Krishnananda

After spending ten years in Germany, I returned to India in March ’96. At this point of time, I looked, spoke and thought like a German. The Guru gave me about eight months to acclimatize, and then he appeared for the first time in this incarnation. Years later, I realized, that it had been a long wait for him, for a Guru loves the disciple strongly, and only the Guru has the strength to wait for decades till the disciple is ready again in his/her new body. When the Guru appeared, the last thing on my mind was discipleship. Then, I was suffocating under the apathy and corruption prevalent in my homeland, and was still coming to terms with the culture shock I had suffered upon returning to India. Yes, India had changed. Parts of it and some of its people had become even more western than the West. The red-tapism and the bureaucracy were at an extreme, but apparently not peaking yet. The slums and the pollution had drastically increased. The country was in shambles. And now I had this monk sitting in my office, asking for a food-donation for one of his Ashrams, which somehow broke some barrier in my system, and I started lamenting about my country in a very loud tone in front of the monk, as if everything were his fault. One thing lead to another, and the dialogue got louder from my side, whereas the monk remained calm. I finally got down to yelling that had his boss, the “amazing” God, and his linage of Gurus, not the eyes to see the appalling state of India and to do something about it? The monk had had enough of the insolence, and he banged his palm against the table (the one and only time I have observed him losing his cool in the last seven years), took out a small paper pouch from his dhoti, took a pinch of “Vibhuti” (ashes from meditation/prayer practice) from the pouch, and gave me the Vibhuti, commanding me to mix it in water and sprinkle it over all the property my family owned. Such was the power of this outburst that I quietened down. During an incarnation in India, the Sanskar of obedience to men of God gets ingrained into the system, and is followed even unconsciously. I obeyed the monk without realizing the meaning of this ritual. A few months later, I realized that the monk had taken my entire family and me into his protection, and the sprinkling of the Vibhuti was the reflection of this occurrence on the physical plane.

Amongst all this commotion, I noticed that the monk was experiencing pain on speaking, and the voice was only a hoarse whisper. Later, I found out that at that point of time, Krishnanandji was in his 21st year of a 27 year fast, in which he would only eat fruit and take milk, water etc., but no “Anna” (even slightly heavy food) as they say. [This fast ended in 2002, and I went to Krishnanandji’s main Ashram in Hardwar to obtain part of the fruit of this fast. During the 27 years of this fast, Krishnanandji was popularly known as Phalahari Baba, or the monk who survives on fruit.] But why the pain on speaking? The monk had just completed another penance of standing on one leg for two years at a stretch, and one result of this penance was that he experienced pain even on speaking. But why undergo such a penance? “So that what one wills happens”, was the exact answer of the monk. Over the years I was to find out that this monk had performed severe penances. He had roamed over entire India bare-feet for six years, surviving on alms. The rules of the penance were that he was only allowed to beg from 5 houses per day for food. If he got nothing, he could not beg from a 6th house-hold, and had to go hungry. Before this, he had spent six years shut in a cave in the Himalayas, the parameters of which barely allowed one to stand. This was after he had gained complete control over his 5 senses and attained communion with the Almighty in 1970. [A few years ago I asked him about life in the cave. He said that life in the darkness of the cave made his practice so intense, that “he began seeing maps of the entire realm of God” (to quote him exactly).] Then, after his wanderings and after establishing the Hardwar Ashram, for eight years he did not lie down, doing everything (even sleeping) while standing. Upon knowledge of this penance, a big “Why would anyone do this?” flashed across my mind. Gurus can read minds, so to answer my question he showed me a photograph of him during the 7th year of this penance. Till above the knees, both the legs had gone totally black with blood clots. [He was burning his disciples’ evil Karma by taking their pain on to his body.]

The monk’s face reflected youth, yet the body and the teeth were of an aged person. He required a stick to walk. When he spoke, one couldn’t help noticing that the structure of the gums was such that the monk must have been practicing Khechadi Mudra for years on end. Upon being asked his age, he went into a trance, emerged a minute later, and came up with the answer that he had been friends with Krishna during childhood, but they had gotten separated, and he hadn’t seen Krishna physically since then!!! [He also added that he had been following my progress since three births!] He lived for 8 months a year in his cave in a forest near Joshimath, and came down to the plains for 4 months a year to look after his Ashrams and give Satsanga to disciples. Apart from the main Ashram in Hardwar, he ran an orphanage in Hardwar, an Ayurvedic hospital in Benares, a cow’s haven (Gau-Shala) in Sonepat, was building an Ashram in Ghaziabad outside Delhi, and planned to build an Ashram in Panipat. None of these institutions were registered in his own name, but under the name of disciples. They were being run completely on donations. Amongst his disciples were the rich and the poor alike, and some of the rich would donate huge sums regularly for the running of the Ashrams. The Ashrams and their responsibilities would become reason enough for the monk to come down to the plains at regular intervals (totalling about 4 months a year), and the disciples would get their Satsanga regularly. It was a beautiful cycle.

Whenever he crossed Panipat, Krishnanandji would drop by at my office and give me Satsanga. A relationship began to build from my side too. Guruji, as I had started calling him now, came again to my factory after my engagement to Nidhi. I told him that I had gotten engaged. He said that this was the happiest day of his life. Much later I would realize the meaning of this statement. Normally I would give a small donation for his Ashrams, but this time he commanded, that it was imperative for me to donate Rs. 11000 at this stage, and I would obtain the fruit of this donation very soon indeed. So forceful was this command, that I made the donation. Upon obtaining this donation, he immediately got up, said something to the effect of “watch how the fruit of this donation is given to you”, blessed me and left. During our courtship, Nidhi and I used to be on the phone before bed-time. A week after this donation, I noticed that Nidhi’s voice was sounding very tired on the phone, and she was yawning away. I told her that there was something unusual about her voice. I asked her to call her father, since I wanted to bring this to his notice. She said that everyone was asleep. Strange, this, at 9:30 p.m. I sensed something, and immediately ordered her to wake her father up that very instant. After 5 minutes a yawning father-in-law came on the line. His voice sounded funny too. Drugged was the word I was looking for. I warned him about what I felt, and he immediately controlled and saved the situation. Actually, the entire family had been drugged by the servant, who had mixed 20 sleeping pills in the food. Nidhi had stayed awake waiting for my call. Had even she gone off to sleep, the entire family was doomed, because outside in the bushes was waiting a gang of four robbers to rob the household (later all were apprehended). This gang was known to kill upon the slightest retaliation by any family member. Since the donation, the commanding voice of the Guru and this incident occurred only a week apart, I knew that somehow the Guru had saved the day. Nidhi’s grandmother woke up three days later, and her mother suffered hallucinations for two days, but the situation had been saved. Thank God, and thanks to the Guru.

The Guru never stops testing the disciple, so there he was again, a month later, with the same commanding voice, asking for another Rs. 21000 to be donated urgently. This was a big sum, and I said that I could not go through with such a big donation at this stage. He said that in that case I should donate whatever I deemed fit. I made a small donation of about 20% of the amount asked. He seemed a bit disappointed, but he left. Within a week there was a raid on my factory by government officials and because some papers were not in order, I faced either a fine of Rs. 600,000 or immediate arrest. An arrest, that too fifteen days before my wedding, could have dampened all future prospects for me. Luckily for me, my father and my uncle controlled the situation and avoided the arrest, but had to shuck out the huge fine to the very penny. It was a big loss. I wished that I had listened to Krishnanandji and had made that donation of Rs. 21000.

In 1999, Krishnanandji arrived with a dark and robust man who started giving me Satsanga. During this discourse, Guruji sat quietly, watching me. I sensed that something unusual was at play.  Looking at the dark fellow in the ochre robe, I, then studying physiognomy, saw that his thumbs were those of a dacoit. I then only paid attention to Krishnanandji, not once looking at the dark fellow. After the two had left, I got a call from my grandfather, who asked me to invest Rs. 200,000 on some shares which promised a return of Rs. 35000 within two months. I told grandfather that as a matter of principle, I did not invest on the stock-market. All he said was that for once I should please listen to him. Actually, grandfather was never really forceful, but now, there was forcefulness in his voice. Again that strange feeling that odd forces were at play. I followed grandfather’s instructions and purchased the stipulated shares, making sure that when the promised return of Rs. 35000 was ripe, I cashed in on the Rs. 2,35,000. Grandfather seemed satisfied, and I was beaming from inside, for I now had Rs. 35000, generated out of nowhere, and I thought I would donate them, bit by bit, to Guruji. The next day the dark fellow landed up with another fat fellow, both in ochre robes. They said that Guruji had met with an accident and was lying in hospital. His life was in danger, and the doctor had to operate urgently. The cost of the operation was Rs. 35000, and they had come to me on instruction from Guruji to obtain this money. I promptly gave them my entire earnings at the stock market without any further clarification. They left. Two months later, a beaming Guruji entered my office. He couldn’t have looked better. I enquired about his accident. He said that he hadn’t had any accident. Then it dawned upon me that I had been duped, but on second thought and after meditative insights, I feel that Guruji had focused a chunk of my karmic debt upon the dark fellow, and had then sparked him off indirectly to go and obtain this debt. So that I wouldn’t really incur a loss, the earning at the stock market through an abnormally forceful grandfather came about, again ignited through Guruji, I felt. And, killing three birds with one stone, Guruji was able to test my reaction when confronted with the question of his life, a test which I had passed with flying colours. This was a master-stroke, Krishnanandji, a hole-in-one. Guruji closed this meeting with the instruction that if anyone wearing an ochre robe came to my doorstep (apart from himself), I were to offer a glass of water followed by a cup of tea and a donation of Rs. 11, and nothing else. Sure enough, regularly ochre-robed persons come for donations, and I openly apply Guruji’s maxim of water, tea and Rs. 11.

Between 1999 and 2002, Guruji one-pointedly would concentrate on the value of charity during his discourses. Somehow he would make it a point to make me feel that if I thought that I was one of the most charitable persons going around, I was mistaken. He would then narrate episodes from the classics about when the protagonists of the episodes would donate their children to the gods for sacrifice without wincing, the whole thing being a test for the protagonist by the God. The Gods would return the children unharmed after the test, of course. One protagonist even donated a child to a God only to see the god tear the stomach of the child with a saw, and the protagonist did not shed a tear, thus passing the test and having the child returned to him, healthy, unscathed. Guruji was trying to get it across to me that true charity was done without shedding a tear and without the expectation of a reward, and after the performance of the deed, true charity was soon forgotten by the performer. Any expectation of reward and any pinch felt while making the donation reduced the value of that donation in the eyes of the Lord.

In September 2002 came the big test. Guruji expressed a desire to travel all over India and give Satsanga to as many people as possible. His itinerary was such that this 6 week tour would cost him Rs. 3,00,000. He had chosen three disciples who would finance the trip, each having to donate Rs. 1,00,000. I was one of them. Around the same time, for the first time in my life, I had felt that there was something lacking in my life. Nidhi and I had been married for four years then, and we did not have any children. Both of us had just started to want a child. For the first time in his life, I had an unfulfilled desire. Firstly, would he make this donation? Secondly, would he make it with or without the expectation of the reward of a child? Thirdly, would he feel the pinch of donating the huge sum of money? I had been practicing Kriya then for nine months then and had been a disciple of Guruji for six years. Something must have rubbed off on me, for I recognized the test in its full and complete form. I then made the donation without wincing and without the expectation of any reward. Krishnanandji was able to travel to remote parts of India, feed many hungry persons, and give Satsanga to those who would otherwise never have had the opportunity to meet and hear him. I had passed the test, and the moment I handed him the packet of money, he patted me on the back many times and beamed, brimming with joy and shouting “You have passed the test.”

On the path of Sadhana, the tests get more and more difficult. The current test is the most difficult I have ever experienced in my life, having to do with two Sanyasis having to conceive by physical means. The task is very difficult, and Guruji is using the situation to annihilate as much of his disciples’ evil karma as possible by jugglingly magnifying the situation to cause prolonged but bearable amount of mental pain to his disciple.

Meanwhile, Sadhana and the Guru’s tests have made me partly numb towards the pain, apathy and corruption prevalent in India. Both of these have helped me establish my own mental niche, which is essential for the survival of any evolving soul, especially in India.

Paramhans Krishnananda is a part of our lives. He can barely read or write. His visits are tests. We look forward to them, but know that we will be examined. One cannot define Paramhans Krishnananda.