A Lingam, Specially Delivered From the Amarnath Cave
By R. D. Awle
A couple of years ago Baba gave me a special gift, in a highly unusual way; I think you’ll agree the story le
nds
weight to my assertion of Baba’s divinity. A man named Rouf (pronounced
“Roof”), who owns one of the shops near Baba's ashram, saw me on
the street one day and told me he'd had a “Baba dream” about me,
and that he had something to give me. I was a bit put off, but
several weeks later finally paid him a visit, and as we sipped
sweet tea in his shop, he told me his story:
"Last summer I went on a pilgrimage to some holy places up North. Hardwar, Rishikesh, Kashmir, and then the Amarnath Cave, in Himalayas. It's closed eight months a year from snow, no way to get in. And in this cave, you've heard of it? There's this naturally formed Lingam, a huge one, made of ice. [A Lingam is an elliptical symbol of the Supreme Being, used in the worship of Lord Shiva.] Shiva and Parvati actually lived in this cave - it's one of the holiest shrines in India. So I'm sitting outside this cave - and suddenly these two white birds... What are they called? Doves. Two doves flew out of the cave. And as they flew over my head, one of them dropped something in my lap. And in that moment, I heard, 'This is for Ram Das.'"
"Wait,” I said incredulously. “You heard that inside, from God? Or from the bird?"
"Yes, yes," he replied, with the affirmative Indian head wobble. "The bird."
Rouf reached down and unwrapped a small package, and then held up the precious object: a radiant red Lingam. "Ruby!" he said. "A ruby Lingam."
"Yes." Rouf held it up to the light
and smiled. "But the problem was," he continued, "I didn't know
who is this Ram Das. I had forgot your name. So I prayed for
two weeks, every day, "Baba, who is this Lingam for? Who
is this Ram Das?" Finally,
one night Baba came in my dream. He showed me you, and said, 'This is Ram Das. Give it to him.'"
A couple of years ago Baba gave me a special gift, in a highly unusual way; I think you’ll agree the story le
nds
weight to my assertion of Baba’s divinity. A man named Rouf (pronounced
“Roof”), who owns one of the shops near Baba's ashram, saw me on
the street one day and told me he'd had a “Baba dream” about me,
and that he had something to give me. I was a bit put off, but
several weeks later finally paid him a visit, and as we sipped
sweet tea in his shop, he told me his story:"Last summer I went on a pilgrimage to some holy places up North. Hardwar, Rishikesh, Kashmir, and then the Amarnath Cave, in Himalayas. It's closed eight months a year from snow, no way to get in. And in this cave, you've heard of it? There's this naturally formed Lingam, a huge one, made of ice. [A Lingam is an elliptical symbol of the Supreme Being, used in the worship of Lord Shiva.] Shiva and Parvati actually lived in this cave - it's one of the holiest shrines in India. So I'm sitting outside this cave - and suddenly these two white birds... What are they called? Doves. Two doves flew out of the cave. And as they flew over my head, one of them dropped something in my lap. And in that moment, I heard, 'This is for Ram Das.'"
"Wait,” I said incredulously. “You heard that inside, from God? Or from the bird?"
"Yes, yes," he replied, with the affirmative Indian head wobble. "The bird."
Rouf reached down and unwrapped a small package, and then held up the precious object: a radiant red Lingam. "Ruby!" he said. "A ruby Lingam."
"A Prema Lingam!” I replied, awed at the beautiful
cosmic egg God had given. (Prema
means ‘Divine Love’.)
"Yes." Rouf held it up to the light
and smiled. "But the problem was," he continued, "I didn't know
who is this Ram Das. I had forgot your name. So I prayed for
two weeks, every day, "Baba, who is this Lingam for? Who
is this Ram Das?" Finally,
one night Baba came in my dream. He showed me you, and said, 'This is Ram Das. Give it to him.'"
Rouf handed me the Lingam,
which fit beautifully in the palm of my hand. I was speechless
- what a bizarre story! Like
something out of Tolkein, except the "Lord of the Rings" who had
sent this was the supreme Lord of Love, incarnate in human form!
What an amazing leela - what a gift!
I held the
sacred object to my chest for a while, drawing in its energy,
and then said, "You know, Rouf, there's another interesting
aspect to this. In the book I'm working on, there's a ladder of
concepts you can climb to reach the Truth. Once you climb it,
you then step off the ladder onto the Roof - the Supreme Reality,
where no mind exists, where no concepts can ever reach. So in my
book, the word 'Roof' is equated with the Supreme Being. And
this gift has come to me from the 'Rouf'!”
God bless Rouf for passing the
Lingam on to me, without the slightest hint of request for
payment of any kind. May he ever live up to his high name!
Clearly, Sai
Baba stops at nothing to express His love for His devotees...
Is it not obvious, He is an incarnation of God?
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