Salutations to Ganesh !

Glory be to You,

Who are the joy congealed.

Glory to be You,

You have no divisions.

I, Dasaganu, salute Thee

knowing Thee to be the only God in the Universe.

Oh Raghava, Oh Raghupati,

Come and bless me.

You are great,

Why are you so harsh with me?

I am calling you piteously

And you are not responding,

Please do not fail me.

There was one Kashinath Khanderao Garde,

He once came to Maharaj.

He noticed the signs of a jeevan mukta in Maharaj

As were narrated to him by his revered father.

Maharaj just pricked at his side

And said, "Go! A telegram is there for you."

Kashinath did not know what Maharaj meant.

He had not come there with any motive.

Any way he returned to Khamgaon.

At home an order of his promotion

Was received and he was

To report to Morshi and to take over as munsuf

Then only could Kashinath know

The meaning of the pleasant prick.

Once Maharaj had been

To Nagpur as a guest of

Gopal Butithe sahukar.

Nagpur was once the capital of the Bhonslas,

But now it was an ordinary city.

The old grandeur on account of elephants and horses

Was gone now and

Motor cars whizzed past along the roads.

Gopal Buti had a bid wada in Sitabuldi

Maharaj was housed there.

Gopal Buti did not want Maharaj

To leave him.

Shegaon was now forlorn,

The people of Shegaon

Approached Hari Patil

And requested him

To bring back Maharaj to Shegaon.

Gopal Buti was a devotee,

But he was proud of his wealth.

Maharaj was not happy to stay with him.

Gopal Buti used to feed the Brahmins

And used to arrange bhajan every day

In the honour of Maharaj.

But he did not allow anyone

From Shegaon to come near Maharaj

Lest Maharaj should think of returning.

When Hari Patil boarded the train

Maharaj clairvoyantly knew it and he told Gopal Buti

To let him go.

Maharaj said to Gopal,

"You, are rich

But Hari Patil is a Jamedar

And a strong man too!

He will take me away by force.

So, let me go before he comes,

I do not want a quarrel

Between you two."

When Hari Patil came,

He was stopped at the gate,

But he forced himself into the house.

The usual feast was going on.

Food was served in silver plates and bowls

And every one had three wooden boards

One as a seat, one for the plate and one

To rest one’s back upon.

The extravagance of Buti

Was displayed everywhere.

When Maharaj saw Hari Patil

In the door way, he darted

Towards him as a cow would

Towards its calf.

Maharaj said to Hari Patil,

"Come on, let us go back to Shegaon,

I am not happy here."

When Gopal saw

That Maharaj would leave

He fell prostrate before him

And prayed to him

To have the food which was already served.

If Maharaj would go

Without taking the food,

Gopal Buti would be blamed by everybody.

So Gopal requested Hari Patil

To prevail upon Maharaj

To take the food.

So Maharaj stayed there

And everyone had his full meal.

Janakabai, wife of Gopal Buti,

Was a devotee of Maharaj,

She prayed that her wished be fulfilled.

Maharaj knew what she desired

And applied kumkum to her forehead

And blessed her saying that a virtuous son

Would be born to her and that

She would not die before her husband

And that after death she would go to vaikuntha.

From thence Maharaj went to Raghuji

Raghuji had lost his kingdom,

But he had a deep devotion of Maharaj.

He was a devotee of Ram,

He maintained the temple of Ram at Ramtek.

Maharaj stayed with Raghuji for a day

And then went to Ramtek.

He had darshan of Ram,

Then Maharaj returned to Shegaon

With Hari Patil.

There was one sadhu by name Ranganath.

He stayed at Dhar Kalyan

In the Nizam’s dominion,

He once came to Shegaon

To see Maharaj.

Both the great men talked

About the deep religious experiences

But their talk was in a language

Which nobody understood.

Once Maharaj told Balabhau

That his brother would be

Coming next day.

Maharaj meant Vasudevananda Saraswati

Born at Mangaon and who

Was staying on the banks of the Krishna.

Maharaj said to Balabhau

To keep the premises clean,

As Vasudevananda insisted on cleanliness.

He was quick-tempered also

And would have gone back

If he would have noticed rags or debris

Anywhere in the math.

Vasudevananda was a karhada Brahmin

And his ritualistic purity

Was his shield to maintain his Brahminhood.

Next day, late in the afternoon

Swami Vasudevananda

Arrived in math.

Both the saints

Exchanged greetings with a smile,

Both were happy to see each other.

One was the master of karma,

The other was the master of yoga,

One was the Rose flower,

The other was the fragrant Mogra flower,

One was Ganga,

The other was Goda,

One was verily Pashupati Shankar

The other was Narayana reclining on Shesha.

When Swami Vasudevananda arrived,

Maharaj was sitting on his bedsted,

Producing often a chit sound with his thumb

And the middle finger.

When the guest arrived,

Maharaj stopped making the sound.

Both looked at each other.

After sometime Vasudevananda

Asked permission to leave,

Maharaj nodded.

Vasudevananda left soon after.

Balabhau said to Maharaj,

"How is it you call him brother?

His way is quiet different from yours."

Maharaj appreciated the question.

Maharaj said, "There are three ways

To reach God. They all lead to the

Same place.

One is Karma margawherein one

Has to perform ritualbathing

And fasting and many other actions,

Which are of the essence of Karma.

A person who performs all these rituals

is a perfect observer of the path of Karma.

A flaw here or there in the rituals

May vitiate all actions.

So, one has to be very careful

In following this path of karma,

One should not speak ill words to others.

The path of Bhakti is

Comparatively easier.

The Bhakta’s mind, however,

Must be pure. The slightest impurity of mind

May act as an impediment

In the realization of knowledge.

He should be kind,

He should be loving,

He should be humble,

He should love worship.

He should love listening to the holy word.

He should always engage himself

In uttering the name of the Lord,

Either overtly or covertly.

The way of Bhakti

Is easier, but it is difficult

To attain the necessary purity of mind.

The sky appears so near

And yet one can’t touch it.

The third path is that Yoga,

One need not have anything external

To follow this path of Yoga

Whatever is in Brahmanda

Is also in the pinda i.e. the body.

A person following this path

Should know asanas, rechaka and kumbhaka.

He should be able to identify

Ida and pingala.

He should know the kriyas of

Dhauti, mudra, trataka etc.

He should know kundalini

And should know sushumna.

Unless one knows all these

One cannot realize God.

It is true that all these paths

Lead to the realization of the Self,

Yet one must not be devoid of love.

Any action without love

Is drab and meaningless,

An action without love

Degrades a man.

Atman is different from

The outer body.

One may be dark or fair,

Tall or short,

Ugly or beautiful,

But the abiding Atman

Is one and the same.

Similarly, these three paths

May look different,

But all of them lead

To the same goal.

A person, who follows

A particular path,

Likes it and says that it is

The only right path.

Such men quarrel among themselves

And forget that all paths lead

To the same goal.

The travellers of all these paths

Come together when they

Reach the destination and become

One with the Reality.

Vasishtha, Vamadeo, Jamadgani

Arti, Parashar followed

The path of Karma.

Shandilya, Vyasa, Narada

Prahladthe son of Kayadhu

Maruti, Shabari, and Akrur

Uddhava, Sudama, Parth and Vidura

All went by the path of Bhakti.

Machchindra, Gorakh and Jalandhara

The Jagadguru Shankaracharya,

Realised the self through the path of Yoga.

The fruit reaped by Vasistha

Was also reaped by Vidura

And by Machchindra.

The tradition was unbroken

And Shripada Vallabha maintained it.

Narasinha Saraswati was in his line

And Ganagapur, Wadi and Audumbar

Are sanctified by him

Nama, Sawanta, Jnyaneshwar,

Sena, Kanhu and Chokha

Damajipantall were the pilgrims

On the path of Bhakti.

Sheikh Mohammed of Sri Gonda.

Ananda Swami of Jalna and

Deonath of Surji Anjangaon

Were the followers of the path of yoga.

Similarly, Vasudevananda is

Following the path of Karma,

And I any many others

Follow the path of Bhakti.

Khalla Ammawho is not conscious

Of her body and Saibaba of Shridi

So also Gulabrao of Madhan,

Are all the piligrims on the path of knowledge.

Adkuji from Varkhed in Chandur Taluq

Of district Amravati

Are followers of this path.

Zingaji of Murha and

Tajjuddin of Nagpur

Are the followers on the path of Bhakti.

All these saints had different ways

But they were all recipients

Of knowledge eternal.

Whatever be the path,

One should worship him

Who reaches the goal.

We are all brothers,

And we visit this earth

To set people on the

Path of Realisation.

One should follow the path one likes,

And must achieve the ultimate goal.

Please, do not ask anything more.

I have told you enough.

Do not go on babbling.

Let me have the outward covering of ignorance.

One who would have faith in me

Will realize the Truth.

I need not care for the faithless.

One who repents

Should be given this knowledge supreme.

One should not speak about it

Before one, who is a sceptic.

Whatever they may say,

One should be calm and meditative.

Then only, one would meet

The Lordthe soul of the Universe."

Balabhau was all ears

And tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.

He was thrilled and tongue-tied,

He bowed with humility

And kept quiet.

One Salubai, a Brahmin woman

Belonging to the Kanva line,

Was a great devotee of Maharaj.

Maharaj asked her one day

To cook for the devotees

She did that job ceaselessly thereafter.

One Atmaram, son of Tulsiram of Jalamb,

Went to Varanasi to learn the Vedas.

He stayed with his guru

And collected madhukari

For his sustenance.

He learnt the Vedas and returned home.

He went to Shegaon

To see Maharaj and to tell him

Of his acquisition.

He recitied the Vedas

In the presence of Maharaj.

Maharaj corrected him

By reciting the Vedas himself.

When the learned Brahmins heard Maharaj

They appreciated by saying,

"Who else can find the worth of a diamond

Except a professional jeweler?"

Atmaram stayed with Maharaj thereafter.

How will a bee

Leave the honey comb

Atmaram continued to stay

In Shegaon even after the

Passing away of Maharaj.

He even donated all his property

To the math. It was a small piece

Of land and a house.

It is not the value of the property

That counts, but the spirit

In which it was dedicated.

Shabari gave berries to Ram,

Were they in anyway worthless?

There were others two

One Swami Dattatreya Kedar

And the other was Narayan Jamkar.

The latter lived on milk and was

Known as Dudhahari Buwa.

All these three were great devotees of Maharaj.

Now listen to the story of Marutipant,

A resident of Morgaon Bhakare.

There was one gardener by name Timaji

Who was employed by Marutipant

To guard his grain-threshing-ground.

One day Timaji was overpowered

With sleep. As he lay sleeping,

About twenty donkeys of the local potter

Entered the threshing-ground

And gulped the newly threshed juar.

Marutipant was a devotee of Maharaj

So Maharaj in his astral body went to Morgaon and

Alerted Timaji who then drove

The donkeys,

They had eaten up

A large quantity of juar.

Timaji was very sorry.

As an honest servant

He felt guilty for causing the

Loss of his master.

Early in the morning

Timaji went to Marutipant

And told him what had happened.

Marutipant was in a hurry

As he wanted to go to Shegaon.

Timaji asked him to

Accompany him to the field to assess the loss.

Marutipant said that

He would go the field later.

Marutipant arrived in Shegaon.

When he bowed before Maharaj,

Maharaj, Maharaj smiled and said,

"Why you keep a careless, sleepy

Servant to guard your grains?

And I have to go there

And wake him up to drive the donkeys."

When Maharaj said so,

Maruti remembered what

Timaji told him.

With folded hands Maruti said,

"You are our protector,

Even as a mother is to her children.

My fields and my crops

Are all at your care

You protect the universe,

What of protecting my small farm!

I shall dismiss Timaji

For his negligence."

Maharaj said to Maruti,

"Please do not do that.

He is a sincere servant

And is feeling very sorry to your loss.

Did he not come of his own to you

To tell you about the incident?"

In this way Maharaj helped both

Maruti and Timaji.

Here is another story in the

Saka year 1816.

Maharaj was at Balapur

Sitting in a room of Sukhalal Bansilal,

The room opened on the market side.

He was all joy and as usual

Had no garments on his body.

Men and women used to come there

For darshan of Maharaj.

A police inspector named

Narayan Asaraji while going by the way

Saw Maharaj. He had no faith in saints

And, seeing Maharaj naked,

Began to call him names.

He said that Maharaj was a hypocrite.

He started beating Maharaj with cane.

He beat Maharaj blue.

One Hundiwala came there

And tried to stop the inspector.

Said Hundiwala to inspector,

"Why are you being so cruel to him?

He is a saint and you are sinning

In thrashing him.

Unless you apologize, ill luck would befall you.

Possibly your end is near

That is why you are acting this way.

Only a desparate patient

Won’t care to avoid food

Which will aggravate the disease.

The police inspector said,

"I won’t apologize, why should I?

He is a fake sadhu.

If a crow curses a man,

What harm can that curse do?

But it so happened

That the inspector and all his near and dear ones

Died one after another.

This event shows that

One should never

Call names to a sadhu

Or harm him physically.

Here is another story

Of Hari Jakhade, a resident of

Sangamner in Ahamadnagar district.

Anant Phandi, a composer of ballads

And folk songs, hailed from this place.

Hari Jakhade was a

Madhuandin Yajurvedi Brahmin.

Once he came to Shegaon

And sat at the feet on Maharaj.

Thousands of men and women

Where coming there for darshan.

Many of them used to

Distribute food to the Brahmins.

Some used to distribute

Sugar candy, in fulfillment of their navas

Hari Jakhade was a poor Brahmin

And a bachelor who longed for

Wife and a home and a large

Family of sons.

When Maharaj came to know

Of his desire, he spat upon Hari.

Maharaj said to himself,

"Men come here to get rid

Of sansar and maya,

And here is one who is

Hankering after sensual pleasures.

There was however, no point

In giving him that which he

Never wanted.

So Maharaj said to Hari,

"Go, you will get what you want.

You will have sons and grandsons

And you will have a handsome fortune.

Go and be a good householder.

Never forget God,

Remember him always."

So saying, Maharaj gave him

Some money so that he may marry.

Hari Jakhade went back to Sangamner

and led a life of a householder happily.

The words of a saint never prove wrong.

There was one Ramchandra Govind Nimonkar

An overseer, accompmained by

Vasudeo Bendre, a surveyor.

They came to a river by name Mukna.

This river is in the Sahyadri

In taluq Igatpuri, in Nasik District.

This is a place known for its scenic beauty.

Wild life is in abundance here.

Off this river, there is a holy place

By name Kapildhara.

Devotees throng there on certain

Auspicious days for a holy bath.

Nimonkar had practisied a little of yoga.

He was in search of a guru

Who would place him ahead

In the path of Yoga.

He saw one person near Kapildhara,

He was a tall fellow with sharp features

And had calm face.

His arms reached his knees.

Nimonkar camt to him

And fell prostrate.

The yogi did not say anything

Shadows of the evening were gathering

And Nimonkar had not taken any food.

In the evening, the yogi filled in his tumba

With the holy water of Kapildhara

And proceeded towards the town.

Nimonkar accosted the yogi

And prayed to him for a favour.

The yogi at last gave him a piece of paper

Whereon was written the sixteen lettered mantra.

The yogi asked Nimonkar

To repeat the mantra constantly.

"The path of yoga", said the yogi,

Is not an easy one.

A snail or a worm in dung

Can’t go round the Himalayas,

Nor an oyster climb the meru.

If a man observes brahmacharya,

He may learn a few asanas

And a few kriyas as dhauti and neti.

But it is not everything.

Anyway, I give you prasada

Take this. " So saying, the yogi

Gave Nimonkar a red stone.

Handing over the red stone,

The yogi vanished.

Later Nimonkar ran towards him

And caught his feet by his both hands

And complained why he left

Him in the wilderness

Without letting him know his whereabouts.

Yogi Maharaj, looked at him angrily

And said, "Did I not give the red stone?

You are a big fool, you don’t know

That Ganapati from Narmada

Is always red. I am Gajanan of Shegaon

Come, follow me.

I am going to Dhumal’s house.

Maharaj was ahead but again

Vanished suddenly.

Nimonkar searched for him

Here and there. But in vain.

At last he came to Dhumal

And found Maharaj sitting in the verandah.

Nimonkar bowed before him silently.

Nimonkar then narrated to Dhumal

All the incidents that took place

While he was in Kapildhara.

Dhumal said no Nimonkar,

You are really fortunate.

Maharaj has given you the red stone.

Worship it daily. And practice

Yoga before the red stone."

Nimonkar did so, and

Eventually was well advanced

On the path of yoga.

Here is another story

Of Tukaram Kokate of Shegaon.

Tukaram was miserable

As his issues died one after another

Soon after they were born.

He, therefore, decided to offer

One son to Maharaj, if they

Would be viable thereafter.

After a few days three sons

Were born and they did live

And attained manhood.

Tukaram had almost forgotten

What he had solemnly decided.

Now the eldest son Narayan

Was struck with a fatal illness,

Medicines were of no avail.

Nayaran’s pulse was languid

And his eyes were losing luster.

His heart beat slowly.

Now Tukaram remembered

His pledge and he remembered Maharaj.

He prayed within himself,

"Maharaj, I am a liar,

I failed in my promise.

But now save Narayan,

I shall offer him to you.

He shall serve you till the end of his life."

Soon a change came over Narayan.

His pulse began to beat rhythmically.

His pallied face became normal

and the ebbing life

Returned to him.

When Narayan recorved,

Tukaram brought him to Maharaj.

He lived for long thereafter

And served Maharaj and the math

Till his death.

This story of Narayan is told

So that people should know

That one should be consistent

In words and deeds.

One year later Maharaj

Went to Pandharpur with Hari Patil.

Maharaj had a holy bath

In Chandrabhaga and then

Went into the holy temple.

As he stood before the shrine,

He said, "Oh Pandharinath,

Oh Rukhminikant, the divine

Diety of the devotees,

You are inconceivable

And all powerful.

Please, listen to me.

I had been on this earth

As per your order,

I moved from place to place

And helped the devotees

In attaining their cherished desires.

I set them on the path of devotion.

You know that I have fulfilled

My life’s mission.

Oh Viththal, the bestower of

Boons on Pundalik,

Allow me to return now.

In the ensuring Bhadrapada

I wish to return to vaikuntha

To stay with you permanently."

So saying Maharaj, with tears in his eyes,

Folded his hands.

Hari Patil said to Maharaj

"Are there tears in your eyes?

Did I fail in my duty?

Why are you sorry?"

Maharaj held Hari Patil by his hand,

And said, "This is a different story.

You won’t understand it.

I am afraid I shall have to

Leave your company soon.

Let us return to Shegaon.

You have done very much for me.

Your prosperity will never decline.

You have my blessings.

Devotion will never die in your line."

Hari Patil returned to Shegaon

And had the mawanda performed.

But Hari Patil was ill at ease.

He told other devotees

What Maharaj told him at Pandharpur.

During Shravana, Maharaj lost weight.

He appeared thin and always serene.

It was now the month Bhadrapada.

Maharaj told all the devotees

On the day of Ganesh Chaturthi

To come to math to see

The immersion ceremony of Ganpati.

It is written in Ganesh Purana

That an image of Ganapati

Should be made out of clay.

It should be worshipped,

And offerings should be given

And then the image should

Be immersed in water.

Maharaj said to the devotees

"The day has come.

Immerse this body

Which is made by clay.

Do this with joy.

I shall always be there

To protect you at all times,

And all in circumstances.

Please, remember what Krishna said to Arjuna,

This body is like a rag,

It must be changed

When torn and no more


Maharaj was happy

Throughout the day of chaturthi.

He held Balabhau with his hand

And made him sit beside him.

Maharaj told them again

That they would be with them always.

He bade them, not to forget him.

After saying this,

Maharaj forced his life breath

Into the sahasrarachakra

With the words "Jay Gajanan."

The body ceased to move.

It was the shaka year 1832.

The name of the year was sadharana.

It was the fifth day of

The bright fortnight of Bhadrapada.

The word round

That Maharaj had entered samadhi.

People from all quarters

Rushed towards the math;

They were all feeling bereaved.

Maharaj was verily a living God

In flesh and blood.

For so many, he was happiness congealed.

He was a light of knowledge to so many.

Martand Patil, Hari Patil, Vishnusa Bankatlal

And the loving Tarachand,

And Shripatrao Kulkarni

All assembled in the math.

They thought it wise

Not to perform the last rites

On panchami. People were

Coming from far and near.

They would be disappointed

If they would not have the last darshan of Maharaj.

Govindshastri of Dongaon said

"Maharaj would surely give darshan To his devotees. He would keep his body warm

Till then, "They kept a lump of butter

On Maharaj’s head and it melted.

Govindshastri said, "Maharaj is a true yogi,

His body will remain

Flower-fresh even for a year.

But it will be improper

To keep Maharaj so"

All his dear devotees had come.

Maharaj had been in dreams of devotees

Living at distant places.

All of them had come,

Singing bhajan.

With a thousand cymbals

Jingling in the air,

The whole town of Shegaon

Was swept clean.

Rangavali’s were decorating

well-sprinkled courtyards.

Lamps were lighted before every house.

A chariot was decorated

And the body of Maharaj was placed in it.

All types of musical instruments

Were playing devotional music.

Tulsi leaves, bukka and flowers

Were showered on the body.

The body was taken in a big procession,

In a large well decorated chariot.

The procession lasted for the whole night.

In the morning it ended at the math.

The body was placed

On the selected spot.

It was bathed with

Holy water with

The mantra for Rudra-abhisheka.

The last arati was sung,

The body was placed on the seat

Facing the north, as is laid down

In the scriptures.

The cell was filled with

Salt, argaja and abir

And a slab was placed

On the door amidst the shouts,

"Jay Swami Gajanan,

Jay Swami Gajanan."

The last ceremonial festival

Lasted for ten days,

Thousands of men and women came

And had Prasad.

The glory of a saint

Surpasses that of a soverign king.

Let this Gajanan Vijay by Dasaganu

Show the right path to all the devotees!



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