From Mother Radha’s notes, written at Swamiji’s feet.

Morning and evening do one mala of your guru mantra, with your Deity in your heart. After that you can change the mantra but keep the same Deity. Repeat the mantra all the time.

All the time I am there, with Shiva – holding his feet. I speak to you and then return to His feet.

A young child has no ego. God is the doer.

If you knock it must be opened. For all who have knocked, it has been opened. So make your mind pure and worship – even the ugly.

Take every line of Swami Vivekananda’s poem on Mother Kali and meditate on it. [See bottom of post]. What is death? Find out, then you will think that the ugly is the same as the beautiful.

You do not have to realise you are God, because You are God. That is all.

When you worship the ugly you will see only beauty everywhere. Then you can go beyond, and That is God.

[Clearly in response to a question from Swamiji:] Devotee: Nothing seemed to be wrong. I just developed a headache and felt depressed . . . Swamiji: This is because it is inside and it must come out. Always be the witness to these things.

There’s the story of a man who tried to straighten the curly tail of a dog. He pulled and pulled (he did sadhana) but when he let it go, it curled again. Similarly the mind goes back to the same old pattern of criticism etc., when not controlled by sadhana.

You cannot reach God by criticism of others.

Kali The Mother

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds.
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loosed from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirled up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black-
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!
For terror is Thy name,
Death is in thy breath,
And every shaking step
Destoys a world for e’er.
Thou Time, the All-destroyer!
Come, O Mother, come!
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in destruction’s dance
To him the Mother comes.

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These recordings or the excerpts from them, were made from the early 1970s onward, by Mother Radha, a close devotee of Swamiji’s and edited for uploading here by our gurubhai and her son, Brother Tim. Please be mindful that what Swamiji was saying may have been specific to an individual or a group of people with him, at the time.