Rishabh Jineshwar Pritam Mahro Re ...

- Eye oyster, distance pearl-Acharya Shri Vatsalyadeep Suriji

- Tried to find the root of this whole incident. From the feeling of happiness in marriage? Marriage is bound to happen in a way that never gives up, a relationship that should never be broken. Marriages are not physical: they are internal.

He is the saint who made the light of knowledge his own touch.

Mahamuni is the constant meditation to elevate the soul to the heights above the sky.

When it was about dawn, some inquirer asked, astonished by the impressive personality of the sage who was crossing the forest.

'Pujyavar! Tell me your name? '

The saintly man looked in front of him and after a moment said, 'People call my body Anandaghan!'

'Are you happy?' The exclamation of the inquirer added to the momentum of devotion. But before that, Anandaghanji had gone away: If the words of the world become numb, the saint will lose development!

Wherever Anandghanji goes, people welcome him as a miraculous saint: Anandghanji laughs at the expected world. What if people find meaning in manhood rather than wasting time waiting?

Thinking: The one who gives up sooner than the one who wanders from desire. Anandaghanji, who was walking on the way to the forest, was overwhelmed by the memory: What were those days like!

Two friends, wandering in the village, town, forest to get the golden achievement, extracting the juice of the valley, heating the copper, chanting mantras, lighting the fire, finally meet the ashes! They both went crazy with the name of Suvarna. One of the two friends became a monk. All this should not be! If you don't get enough grain here, where can you get gold? Leaving Maya, he became Dikshit. Stay in the forest, sleep under the trees. Nothing like Alakh's gabby voice echoes!

Time works. Once someone came to this Mahatma and put a kumpi, a glass bottle full of juice. The saint asked the newcomer:

'What is this, brother?'

The newcomer said,

'Sent by your friend?'

The friend who worked with you years ago for the attainment of Suvarnasiddhi has achieved it: but as soon as he got the Suvarnasiddhi he immediately recovered his friend who had become a monk. He has sent a bunch of Suvarnasiddhi juice. I follow him. '

The sage lifted the kumpi and remembered the past in a blink of an eye: forsake Maya once, then how to reunite? He threw it: the newcomer became numb: 'What are you doing? To get that ... '

Yes, the sage added a sentence: 'I throw away what people wander and yearn for! Brother, I didn't find anything until I wandered around. Ever since he left, he has been making gold from the atoms of this body. But what about that! Whom has he made happy? True and stable eternal happiness is in the distance. I'm looking forward to it. I have no desire for external happiness. '

The newcomer Muni was gazing at Anandghanji's radiant face.

Anandaghan's unbroken search for eternal happiness continued. Even after crossing the forest now, he was constantly remembering the achievements he had achieved in the past. They crossed the forest and turned towards some village.

Drums were playing in the village padar. People were dancing madly. The wooden cheetah was burning. Abil-Gulal was flying. There were horrible noises in the sky and the question arose as to what people were doing in Padar. But soon he turned his back on her. He may have cut a few steps still, but there was a death knell. Stood up in shock: crowds of people were screaming. Anandagh tried to discern the voice: it belonged to a woman! He quickly stood among the people, there was a car scene: a young woman was sitting on a cheetah carrying the body of a young man. The cheetahs were surrounded. Anandaghan's pain became infinite. He asked someone:

'What is all this?'

Pella did not answer.

Anandaghan aklata: 'Why do you burn this woman alive?'

Someone said, 'That is sati!'

'So?'

'Her husband died today. A woman cannot live without it. It will be satiated only with him: he will get it again tomorrow. '

'Oh! Where can that be? ' Anandaghan could not bear the horrible scene of the living dead. There was no point in saying anything to anyone here. He went his own way, but the pain was excruciating. What is this ignorance? Is this infatuation? Can I have the same husband again? In such a murderous pain, would there be a remnant of the longing to regain the same happiness? Could all this have happened voluntarily?

Where did all this come from? He tried to find the root of the whole incident. From the feeling of happiness in marriage? Marriage is bound to happen in a way that never gives up, a relationship that should never be broken. Marriages are not physical: they are internal. Yes, the relationship and the internal relationship and the formation of the eternal inner relationship decreases: not of the body, but beyond the body, Anandaghan felt that something was bursting from the heart at the end of that terrible transition. He stood up, and an immortal story flowed from a distance.

Rishabh Jineshwar Pritam Mahro Re ...

Or I don't want to!

Rizio sahib sang na parihare.

Bhange Saadi Anand ...

Standing a short distance from the village, Yogi Anandghan's praises appeared from the distance like the Ganges flowing from the Himalayas: every line coming from within brought Anandghan closer to that eternal bliss!

Influence: Although there is a lot of closeness in the word grace and grace, the real distance is like the abyss of grace that comes from the Lord. The grace that comes from terror. Which one to choose One has a rise, the other a fall!