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left the body
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Pandit Dayal - the Secret Saint

'No show business!'
These were the guiding words of Pandit Dayal, whom I refer to as the Secret Saint. He epitomizes the reality that many of the world's most profound souls shun the limelight and the acclaim of the masses.

They lead remarkably ordinary lives and show little inclination towards formally instructing others. Yet, their quiet passage through life subtly enhances the well-being of humanity. Just as fractal mathematics illustrates how a butterfly's wings might alter weather patterns at the North Pole, these unassuming human 'butterflies' stir a gentle breeze of peace that cools our hearts.

Living under the same roof as Nirmala Pandit in Juhu Scheme, Pandit Dayal was the seldom-noticed brother of Nirmala's husband. He silently accompanied her to satsangs throughout Mumbai, blending into the background like a flower woven into a tapestry, yet emanating immense love and peace with almost no recognition.

'Unknown are the movements of fish in the water', as Neem Karoli Baba puts it.

The former Czech president and philosopher Václav Havel made a crucial observation: political dictatorships often start with seemingly trivial compromises in our daily actions. Conversely, he suggested, profound changes can also originate from the smallest of gestures. This concept was vividly illustrated during my stay at Nirmala Pandit's place in Mumbai, where I observed that beings in love can transform the entire world simply through the way they sip a cup of chai.

The Invisible Thread

Pandit Dayal once shared a captivating old Indian folk tale during a rare moment of storytelling in his modest room at Mataji's house in Juhu Scheme, Mumbay. He was usually a man of few words, making this occasion particularly special.

"Once upon a time in ancient India," he began, "a king unjustly imprisoned his Prime Minister in a high tower. The Minister's wife, both faithful and clever, devised a plan to free him. She brought a beetle to the tower, tying a long, nearly invisible thread to one of its legs. To this thread, she attached a silk thread, and to the silk, a rope.

She then smeared honey on the beetle’s antennae and placed it on the tower’s outer wall. Enticed by the scent, the beetle climbed upward. Upon reaching the top, the imprisoned Minister found the beetle and with it, the thread. He used this thread to pull up the silk, and then the rope, which eventually enabled his escape."

Pandit Dayal paused, looking intently at me, his audience. "Right now, like the Minister, you hold an almost invisible thread in your hand. This thread is your connection to your own inner galactic paradise. It will guide you back to your inner space, provided you do not discard it in pursuit of grander spiritual experiences.

I could sense Pandit Dayal smiling at my attempts to become something more, as he sat on his bed. His mere presence was profound, and the way he sat—imagine the depth of his state!

Each time you consciously breathe in gratitude, you draw nearer to the secret saint within yourself. This simple act thickens the thread of your connection, eventually turning it into a rope strong enough to lift you from the prison of your ego.

I couldn't help but draw a parallel between the minister's wife and Nirmala Pandit's ceaseless, overflowing love. In India, the concept of Deus ex Machina is personified by the Mother Goddess. Her compassion serves as a metaphor for the divine intervention that liberates the self from its confining tower. And in this story Pandit Dayal was the beetle.