Disappointment

This is a whirlpool of despair, a cruel whirlpool. If a person keeps wandering on its edge, there is some hope of escape, but when he goes too deep, then there is no escape left. I have just come from a gathering where young boys and girls are commenting on their current situation, and a similar state of despair and hopelessness had developed within them, as it had once developed within us when we were their age. In our time, since there were no psychiatrists, no doctors, no psychologists, we used to run to those elders to cure our sorrows. They must have had some hidden prescription, which we could call our elders, so they could find solutions to our problems and give them to us. When we used to ask the elders where they got such a prescription, they would say that you too can learn this art of spiritual medicine because the prescription is a slave to the beggar. You only have to open it and hand it over to him.

The person argues with him, repeats it. He is a participant in the dialogue, so it becomes difficult to open the prescription tied to his forehead and there is no cure for it. We are going through a period of deep despair. So he said, "You have no right to be disappointed or hopeless. Those who have passed away before you or whose names and traces remain, about whom people do not know or whose biography has no content written on their pages, they have the right to be disappointed, but you do not have the right." Addressing me, he said, "You are your great-great-grandfather who was in the army of Porus and fought against Alexander the Great and showed great courage and one of his arms was cut off but he reached home alive and safe. And the son who was born to his family and in the house of this warrior with the cut off arm, who was your grandfather, came into this world and lived and remained safe. His lineage continued and when he was your great-grandfather, he joined the second battle of Panipat and fought with great courage." And he returned victorious, but the child born to his family was young, strong, beautiful, and he was killed by the plague. But a child was born to his family who continued to grow and flourish. And in parallel with your great grandfather, there was another great grandfather of yours, in whose house a woman and a daughter were born who were married to this poor man.

They are creating a system and saying that nature has surrounded them and kept them alive and safe and has brought you to this date. And those who were not approved by nature, whom it did not want to keep alive, were destroyed before they were born. Their parents had died first, they had disappeared, they had been destroyed. You who are present in front of me in this world are very honorable, very high, very superior, very strong, very important people. Otherwise, nature would never make such a mistake, such a foolishness, and you have no right. You should be disappointed and thank this blessing in the way you do. It was a great surprise for us. They said, "You are such a well-informed people, and the people around you, the steelworker, the welder, the blacksmith, the professor, the doctor, all of them, if they exist, if you are here today, then nature has sorted them out and brought them and brought some people through its sieve, so how could you become disappointed? It is a matter of great shamelessness that if you enter into despair, hopelessness, or helplessness, we said, "But we do, and not a moment passes by us that we are not disappointed, frightened, or afraid, despite the fact that Allah repeatedly says, "Do not despair of My mercy. There is a great secret in it." He said, "Since desire and longing have sunk so deep into your lives that you keep this desire to charge the battery of despair, because every moment you have a desire for something or the other and it does not end, therefore you will walk with despair." When the desire will decrease and your legitimate desire will remain with you, those desires will remain, those dreams that should remain, then you will never be disappointed. You will move around like a nightingale, just as a bird wants. You know, the elders say that the nightingale does not know that death is coming. It sings and dies. You die every day and are afraid every day. Out of fear, your breath has come out prematurely. Rather, every movement, every day, you have a wind.

The bird does not know about it. The horse does not know about it. The lion does not know about it. They walk around with great joy and freedom because they do not have this desire within them that creates excitement in us or creates an image in us. Images are forbidden among us and generally, the elders ask the wise, why is it forbidden? Images are a great source of creating desire and contentment in you. They ask me, if the elders of my child say that the picture of the child is not necessary, So what will we put on the passport? I said, it is not a picture. It is your signature. It is your picture. It is not the picture that is printed in those magazines whose names I do not want to mention. Those pictures disappoint you a lot. They tell you a lot of mistakes. If all those magazines that you know, I know, are in your houses too, are in mine too, they have a lot of colorful things lying around. Think for a moment. If the colorful pictures were also removed from them and only the text was left, then according to my calculations, according to my thinking, 50-60 percent of the hopelessness and disappointment would be reduced from your life. Well, I was asking this. I said, why do we get so much blackness? When we wake up, we are covered in blackness inside and out. They said, "You need the art of removing this blackness. Its dark spots keep dominating our lives. How do I remember that in my childhood, I must have spent time in the streets and neighborhoods?"

A man who used to clean the teapots used to come to our neighborhood. He would set up camp in a street, apply wet soil, fit the two pots together, and tie his leather. It was a strange sight. Instead of going to school, we would stand around him. He would wash the black teapot, some kind of lamp, some kind of pot, whose appearance you would not like to see. He would wash them a little and lay them on the coals and let them dry. He would blow air from the teapot and he would give a rate to the teapot. He would have a pot with him, which he would put on the water and he would give it a drink. As he looked at the teapot, it would become a bright light. I wanted people to look at it and look at it for a long time. All our blackness can be so far away that I can say, "Oh God, I can shine this ink with the brush of gratitude and with the pot of gratitude, with the water that is attached to it, I can shine it and I can keep it in the place where it is and Things are kept but the surprising thing is that despite knowing a lot, a person likes to live in a strong sense of inferiority complex. You and I and our colleagues who are alive and well, who have no right to feel inferior, who keep falling into a sense of inferiority complex themselves. Some desires are fulfilled, some are not fulfilled, and even more, if a person cannot fulfill it, then it is okay, but he can smile a little.

For example, if you cannot use very high-quality soap, then you can take a bath with red soap, then you can take a bath with it. There is nothing wrong with that. But when a person forces himself and those around him force him to say, "Look, you have this," he said, "You have a comb," and he keeps on being afraid, trembling, and fearful, although he has many abilities and capacities, by which he can easily give a befitting reply to these people. From his own existence, from his own being, from his entities, "Look, I am not ready to accept this, what you do. I now know that in life, in despair, in hopelessness, if there is too much darkness, If we watch this program and then go to sleep, then a big black night will fall on us, and then on that date, from this edge of the black night, from its edge, a ray of light will burst forth from within. That ray of light has not yet reached me. A nightingale is sitting in a nest in a neem tree near my house. She will pull her neck back. The light has not yet arrived. She will start chirping. I don't know what connection she has with it. I often look at her carefully. The light has not yet arrived, but she is a bird and she has grown old. The pure, virtuous bird with a long beak pulls its neck back and then starts chirping. Along with her chirping, her other companions also join in the chirping. Just as people sitting in a gathering of a disappointed person also start descending into a deep sea of ​​despair and hopelessness. But if a person is strong and thinks that after traveling such a long journey,

Through so many difficulties, spreading so many diseases, crossing the ocean, tearing up mountains, participating in countless wars, generation after generation, I have reached this point that I am very important. I am a very valuable thing. And believe me, all the people sitting here and those of you who are watching this program are so valuable. If you take a piece of paper and calculate it, and go back in time to your family tree, then you will know how important you are. We had a lake near Rome. In the past, it was called Lago. It was a very beautiful lake. People used to go there for sightseeing and entertainment. We also used to go there when we had two or three holidays together. One day in the summer, there was a very good wind. Many people had come there and were making jokes. You know, Italians make a lot of noise. There was a young man, very handsome. He climbed onto the helm of the boat and started to scold him. The boat rocked and swayed and he could not maintain his balance. The lake I fell, now he couldn't swim, so he started screaming, I saw that too, but we are more sensible, brother, it's a matter of danger, why should we read into it willy-nilly, so an old man of 62-63 years was sitting with me, I was a young man at that time, I was 27 years old, he took off his coat, along with his pants and boots, he jumped and I started untying my boots to show people my cleverness, so that I could also have a little participation, people would say, he is a good man, but I couldn't untie the boots, he went and caught him, thank God, his head etc. had not gone inside, he had not fainted, giving him a little, that old man swam to the boat and brought him to the boat with a support and sat down. We clapped loudly, now the one who was about to fall was very ashamed and worried, he was also scared, so he died very depressed I said in a voice, I thank you very much, I am very grateful that you have shown such great kindness and saved me, then this Baba said, "No, no, no, what did you do? Don't say anything. What is there to thank me for? You are so precious that when you fall, no one saves you. What is there to thank me for? I remembered this incident while talking to you today. That Baba sat down and calmly taught and squeezed his clothes. He opened his underwear and boots and taught them. When it is settled in your mind that when we have come here after such a long journey, in any case, in any condition, with any health, with any shape, with any color and appearance, then we are important. Allah Almighty has highly respected and honored man. It is probably the devil who keeps disappointing man and he succeeds in this very well. But if a man has complete faith in his today, if he takes his tomorrow, his tomorrows, and his tomorrows into his grasp, I have the ability to take it well, then this situation does not affect me.