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One Hard Knock

 The other day, I was having a conversation about children with this very sweet Mataji.

Mataji lamented  how she keeps worrying about her children, even though all are grown up. She keeps advising them, although her advice is really not that appreciated or even taken seriously by her children. Then, when they get a hard knock, only then, they realise that their mother was right after all. 

It is a very natural thing for a mother to keep worrying about her kids. Even in the spiritual world, Mother Yasoda keeps worrying about her Lala, Sweet Krsna. Of course, everything that happens here is a perverted reflection. Over there, it is only pure love of the Lord. 

The conversation then went on to Srila Gurudeva.

Mataji said, she found it hard to keep up with all of Srila Gurudeva's instructions. Sometimes she feels she needs time to evolve. I told her everything will happen in due time. 

And just like how she worries about her children, Srila Gurudeva is also worried about our spiritual welfare. We may follow him and at times go astray. When Maya gives her hard knock on us, then we will run back to Srila Gurudeva. After many, many knocks from this material world, we will eventually cry out to really wanting to get out of this rut, permanently. We will then say. "Enough is enough!"

Srila Gurudeva, like a mother, will always be there for us - no matter what.

The sweet Mataji nodded in agreement. 



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