Abhyasa : Mlecchas, Students and me
After interacting a lot with mleccha (foreign, white) hindus of late, I have come to the conclusion that all of them are no more David Frawley, than I am Swami Vivekananda.
They like something about Sanatana Dharma and are drawn to it. They read whatever they can find in english (and all of us know how pathetic that is compared to the sanskrit sources) and create for themselves in their lives a variant of hinduism that only they follow and understand. Hey! That sounds like most Modern Urban Indian Hindus I know. A dash from TV lectures, a dash from tv serials, a dash from their grandmothers memories and from here, there and everywhere.
Their understanding is full of confusion and when one of them talks to another in a personal or internet forum, there are so many inaccuracies and so much “rot” that I run away bleating in pain. To me an inaccuracy is like an apaswaram – a false note, it is a gash on my manas.
I read and rely on sanskrit texts (the preserved ones, not the “channelled ones”), and what the Rishis and Krishna said.
People, be they mlecchas, genetic brahmins or other hindus, send me links to theories that appeal that are neither backed by science, scripture nor archaeology. They submit their theories to me and hope for validation. To my manas this is a torture.
I tell people don’t call me Guru or teacher and they do anyway. Dear gentle readers, the words you love are the words of the Rishis and Krishna.. not my words. They had compassion for humanity, I am increasingly disappointed in all human minds in general and particular.
In a previous system where I practiced meditation, the guru used to enter and clean the minds of his disciples out of his compassion. He once wrote that many minds were so filthy, that he used to come up gasping for clean light. He used to say that once cleaned they don’t keep it clean either, they muck it up in time for next visit. I have neither his strength and nor his compassion. I want only to look at the light of Krishna.
Dear people who imagine you are my students, you are not. I always wondered why people make this mistake and then I understood. In this holy country we touch the feet of a man or stone dressed as Rama. Since you hear words of wisdom, of say Bhishma, from me, you think I am wise. I am not. I am also trying to understand Bhishma. I am also trying to find the Brahman. I know more sanskrit than you most probably and try to read texts for myself because I like to. Then I write about what I learn, so its there for me. I make it publicly available so that it may be of use to you.
No more, no less.
However, even if you understand, there will be many people who don’t understand and who won’t even read this., in anticipation of such minds, I practice a deep, wise, mysterious smile in person and a delete-mail on the internet.
With love,
Satya
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