My hand shot up, triggered by Radhanath Swami’s utterance, “Any questions?” He had just ended his hour long discourse and now sought to help out his audience with any clarifications. Unlike the vast majority around, I was new and knew little of spirituality. Yet, my eagerness to know more knew no bounds, and was already well known for my appetite to know more.
No sooner had I raised my hand than a silence fell in the audience. I could hear the audience think, “Oh no! It’s him again, with yet another of those basic and foolish questions.” I sympathized with them for what they felt was justified, and I appreciated their tolerance, for they never had translated those feelings into words or action. But my hunger for spirituality made me feel helpless. Yet, I also felt a little jittery, and I looked up at Radhanath Swami.
Then came a touching experience. I saw Radhanath Swami read my mind and he reassured me with gentle eyes. With the affection of a loving father, he slightly jerked his head, gesturing me to speak out.
Now, years later, recalling this incident and many other similar one’s, my mind seeks to confess: perhaps the warmth I felt in Radhanath Swami’s affection convinced me more about spirituality than the philosophy itself.
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It is a fact that most people become inspired not just by the philosophy but the loving affectionate compassionate care of a superior like Radhanath Swami.
That’s truly greatness of Maharaj that he leaves no corner for you to run without getting affected by his love.