MAN prides on his intelligence. He plans, he builds, he invents, he walks in space, but fails in small things. He is no match to a mosquito which enters his mosquito net and goes on tensing him the whole night – what happens to him the next moment is a closed book to him.
Hitler, Kennedy and Gandhi, though powerful personalities in their own way, never had an inkling of their deaths, nor we, the smaller ones.
A Vivekananda had to fall at the feet of the unlettered Ramakrishna to be initiated on the path. Jalalluddin, Rumi had to follow the way-farer through hills and dales to unburden himself of all his learning with which he fed his brain donkey all the long years of his life.
A simple, unlettered woman reveals the mysteries of life in plain, homely language, whereas the pundit, the intellectual giant fails to convey them with his word – gymnastics.
Reading, reading and reading, listening, listening and listening, one lands himself in utter confusion and goes round and round the same points again and again till he gets utterly exhausted.
What has happened to Arjuna, the hero of many battles and scholar who learnt all the “Shastras”?. He was out-witted by the simple problem – “To fight or not to fight”. It needed whole scripture to make him unlearn his learning and switch him on to the right path. And, it needed Avatar, a God-man, to do this.
Ravan (ten-headed), the greatest intellectual, one who commanded all the elements by his power had to bow down before an intensely disciplined human, with a highly developed power of intuition, again an Avatar.
This is not to say ‘Intellect’ has no place in this world. Its scope is very very limited. It cannot fathom the deeper and more mysterious things of life which only an intuitional genius can do.
The man of intuition is free to face God or is God himself, “He or She”. We call them “Drashtas” i.e., what they say, they see and experience.
A more fleeting moment of that divine experience is any day more precious than all the acquisitions of this world. And that can be had only by the grace of a “Perfect Master”.
It would be futile attempting to measure the greatness of “Perfect Masters” with our poor intellect for the simple reason that they are far far beyond the sphere of our intellectual perception.
This is the reason why those who go to Perfect Masters with an air of intellectual arrogance in order to test their greatness return completely damned and defeated.
If, on the other hand, one approaches them in a spirit of humility and sincerity, even if he is a sinner, he can expect from them a cool shower of love and compassion, of which they are embodiments.
Their sayings do not take a circuitous route of the intellect. They come directly from the very core of Truth. They are spontaneous. They throw light on the darkest corners of the mind.
From all accounts, it appears that the Holy Mother of Jillellamudi is the very embodiment of love, and far far above the sphere of intellectual perception.