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Daily Reading

 




 




                              




U. S. A.,




 




20th May, 1894.




 




MY DEAR SHARAT(SARADANANDA),




 




     I am in receipt of your letter and am glad to learn that Shashi(Ramakrishnananda) is all right. Now I tell you a curious fact.  Whenever anyone of you is sick, let him himself or anyone of you visualise him in your mind, and mentally say and strongly imagine that he is all right. That will cure him quickly. You can do it even without his knowledge, and even with thousands of miles between you.  Remember it and do not be ill any more. You have received the money by this time.  If you all like, you can give to Gopal Rs. 300/- from the amount I sent for the Math.  I have no more to send now.  I have to look after Madras now.




 




     I cannot understand why Sanyal is so miserable on account of his daughters' marriage.  After all, he is going to drag his daughters through the dirty Samsâra(world) which he himself wants to escape!  I can have but one opinion of that—condemnation!  I hate the very name of marriage, in regard to a boy or a girl. Do you mean to say that I have to help in putting someone into bondage, you fool!  If my brother Mohin marries, I will throw him off.  I am very decided about that. ...




 




Yours in love,




 




VIVEKANANDA.




 




 




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CHICAGO,




 




28th May, 1894




 




DEAR ALASINGA




 




     I could not reply to your note earlier, because I was whirling to and fro from New York to Boston, and also I awaited Narasimha's letter.  I do not know when I am going back to India.  It is better to leave everything in the hands of Him who is at my back directing me.  Try to work without me, as if I never existed.  Do not wait for anybody or anything.  Do whatever you can.  Build your hope on none.  Before writing about myself, I will tell you about Narasimha.  He has proved a complete failure. ...However he wrote to me for help in the last stage, and I will try to help him as much as is in my power.  Meanwhile you tell his people to send money as soon as they can for him to go over.  ...He is in distress.  Of course I will see that he does not starve.




 




     I have done a good deal of lecturing here. ...The expenses here are terrible; money has to fly, although I have been almost always taken care of everywhere by the nicest and the highest families.




 




     I do not know whether I shall go away this summer or not. Most probably not.  In the meantime try to organise and push on our plans. Believe you can do everything.  Know that the Lord is with us, and so, onward, brave souls!




 




     I have had enough appreciation in my own country. Appreciation or no appreciation, sleep not, slacken not.  You must remember that not a bit even of our plans has been as yet carried out.




 




     Act on the educated young men, bring them together, and organise them.  Great things can be done by great sacrifices only.  No selfishness, no name, no fame, yours or mine, nor my Master's even!  Work, work the idea, the plan, my boys, my brave, noble, good souls—to the wheel, to the wheel put your shoulders!  Stop not to look back for name, or fame, or any such nonsense.  Throw self overboard and work.  Remember, "The grass when made into a rope by being joined together can even chain a mad elephant." The Lord's blessings on you all!  His power be in you all—as I believe it is already.  "Wake up, stop not until the goal is reached", say the Vedas. Up, up, the long night is passing, the day is approaching, the wave has risen, nothing will be able to resist its tidal fury.  The spirit, my boys, the spirit; the love, my children, the love; the faith, the belief; and fear not!  The greatest sin is fear.




 




     My blessings on all. Tell all the noble souls in Madras who have helped our cause that I send them my eternal love and gratitude, but I beg of them not to slacken.  Throw the idea broadcast. Do not be proud; do not insist upon anything dogmatic; do not go against any thing—ours is to put chemicals together, the Lord knows how and when the crystal will form.  Above all, be not inflated with my success or yours.  Great works are to be done; what is this small success in comparison with what is to come?  Believe, believe, the decree has gone forth, the fiat of the Lord has gone forth—India must rise, the masses and the poor are to be made happy.  Rejoice that you are the chosen instruments in His hands.  The flood of spirituality has risen.  I see it is rolling over the land resistless, boundless, all-absorbing.  Every man to the fore, every good will be added to its forces, every hand will smooth its way, and glory be unto the Lord!  ...




 




     I do not require any help. Try to get up a fund, buy some magic-lanterns, maps, globes, etc., and some chemicals.  Get every evening a crowd of the poor and low, even the Pariahs, and lecture to them about religion first, and then teach them through the magic-lantern and other things, astronomy, geography, etc., in the dialect of the people.  Train up a band of fiery young men.  Put your fire in them and gradually increase the organisation, letting it widen and widen its circle.  Do the best you can, do not wait to cross the river when the water has all run down.  Printing magazines, papers, etc., are good, no doubt, but actual work, my boys even if infinitesimal, is better than eternal scribbling and talking.  Call a meeting at Bhattacharya's. Get a little money, and buy those things I have just now stated, hire a hut, and go to work.  Magazines are secondary, but this is primary.  You must have a hold on the masses.  Do not be afraid of a small beginning, great things come afterwards.  Be courageous.  Do not try to lead your brethren, but serve them. The brutal mania for leading has sunk many a great ship in the waters of life. Take care especially of that, i.e. be unselfish even unto death, and work.  I could not write all I was going to say, but the Lord will give you all understanding, my brave boys.  At it, my boys!  Glory unto the Lord! ...




 




Yours affectionately,




 




VIVEKANANDA.




                                                                               








 




 


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