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HARK ye, my friends. Silence, O my comrades. I hear the call of the Flute. I see the assembly of the saints. How He miles as I approach Him, accompanied and guided by the Teacher. The cries of the world below do not attract me. The music of the distance enthralls my soul. I go, I go....to the been to Vraja, to Barasand and to Mathura, and she has witnessed once again the dramas that were enacted centuries ago. She has waited at Dwaraka and enjoyed the company of her Lord Giradhara. Now the night is drawing to a close. The dawn of her new life is slowly making its appearance. This dawn will sweep away the last remnants of the darkness of ignorance and usher in the sun of realization in all its glory. Mira must speed up. She has to perform her last rites. She has to clasp her little Image that has so often heard her supplications. She must draw near her old devotees that had wept with her as she sat reciting the tales of separation to them. They had given her hopes and soothed her in her woes of separation.
She assembles all her companions and begins her evening prayers; and, though now quite an aged lady, yet Mira dances before her Lord like a child. Today she is all attention to everybody, and replies to every query. She sings as many songs as the devotees want. She is prepared to meet the Lord. All the dear devotees sit in rapt attention. Today Mira appears so glorious. Sometimes they see Mira, at other times the Lord appearing in Mira, a unique phenomena. They rub their eyes just to make sure if they are not dreaming, and watch closely their holy mother. They kiss her feet as she stands insensible to all that is passing round her. She sings the songs that have come down to us, and will ever arouse thrills in the body of the devotee and point to the fair haven the realization of man's desire, the meaning of life. Hours pass like this. Mira is in ecstasy. All round is suddenly lit up with a halo.
The Lord appears the little image opens, and cheerfully Mira enters it, meets her Lord, and her human form forever disappears from before the eyes of the devotees. The Mira who gave the message of Bhakti forever disappears. Her message is simple. "None by reason of birth, poverty, age or sex will be debarred from His divine presence. The way is but one, that of Bhakti. The portals will open when the Teacher will bless the devotee with his company and teach him the mysteries of the Sabda. Once He is reached, there is no further or future separation possible. Sooner or later everyone is to meet his Lord. Time is a great factor, and can be shortened by the intensity of one's affection for the Lord. Burn in the fire of separation from the Lord. But this is to come through practice of no Yogic exercises nor through mere learning. It is a gift and a boon from the Lord Himself." In fact, when once the Lord manifests Himself to the devotee, the Call becomes irresistible and the urge can no longer be held up, the devotee cannot contain himself. He proclaims with the mystic :—
"I go with a perpetual heartache. None can see God or Goddess and live."
Writer -Bankey Behari