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Vivekananda’s Maha-Samadhi
REGARDING THE SWAMI’S DEATH, JULY 4, 1902,
AND
HIS 1898 POEM “TO THE FOURTH OF JULY.”
The cause of Swami Vivekananda’s death on the 4th of July, 1902, has been long debated as whether it was a deliberate act of will—through the Swami’s powers of yoga, or took place because of his illness, aggravated by over-exertion.
One fact that might favor the former view is that the Swami wrote a poem in praise of the 4th of July, on that date in 1898.
Wondering Monk Written when he was travelling in Kashmir with some disciples, including some American and English disciples—it was read aloud at breakfast that early morning.
The poem was preserved by one of his American disciples, Mrs. Ole Bull.
While it may have been a coincidence and possibly not unique that someone wrote a poem in praise of the day/holiday on which he happened later to die, it may be singular that it was written by someone whose death has been much debated as to its cause (and for reasons other than this poem).
Moreover, the Swami’s meaning in the poem, while clearly referencing the ideal of Amercan freedom celebrated on this holiday, possibly alludes to a greater more eternal freedom…
The Swami passed away at the age of thirty-nine years, five months and twenty-four days, thus fulfilling a prophecy which was frequently on his lips, “I shall never live to see forty.”
Three days before his passing away, as the Swami was walking up and down on the spacious lawn of the monastery in the afternoon with Swami Premananda, he pointed to a particular spot on the bank of the Ganga, and said to his brother-monk gravely, “When I give up the body, cremate it there!” On that very spot stands today a temple in his honour.
Sister Nivedita, introducing many significant facts in connection with the Swami’s passing away and his foreknowledge of it, writes:
When June closed, however, he knew well enough that the end was near. “I am making ready for death!” he said to one who was with him, on the Wednesday before he died. “A great Tapasya and meditation has come upon me, and I am making ready for death!”
Once in Kashmir, after an attack of illness, I had seen him lift a couple of pebbles, saying, “Whenever death approaches me, all weakness vanishes. I have neither fear, nor doubt, nor thought of the external. I simply busy myself making ready to die. I am as hard as that” — and the stones struck one another in his hand — “for I have touched the Feet of God!”
Personal revelation was so rare with him, that these words could never be forgotten. Again, on returning from the cave of Amarnath, in that same summer of 1898, had he not said, laughingly, that he had there received the grace of Amarnath — not to die till he himself should will to do so? Now this, seeming to promise that death would never take him by surprise, had corresponded so well with the prophecy of Shri Ramakrishna — that when he should know who and what he was, he would refuse to remain a moment longer in the body — that one had banished from one’s mind all anxiety on this score, and even his own grave and significant words at the present time did not suffice to revive it.
Did we not remember, moreover, the story of the great Nirvikalpa Samadhi of his youth, and how, when it was over, his Master had said, “This is your mango. Look! I lock it in my box. You shall taste it once more, when your work is finished!” “…And we may wait for that,” said the monk who told me the tale. “We shall know when the time is near. For he will tell us that, again he has tasted his mango.”
How strange it seems now, looking back on that time, to realize in how many ways the expected hint was given, only to fall on ears that did not hear, to reach minds that could not understand!
It would seem, indeed, that, in his withdrawal from all weakness and attachment, there was one exception. That, which had ever been dearer to him than life, kept still its power to move him. It was on the last Sunday before the end that he said to one of his disciples, “You know, the work is always my weak point! When I think that might come to an end, I am all undone!”
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On Wednesday [July 2] of the same week, the day being Ekadashi, and himself keepingVivekananda at Cassipore the fast in all strictness, he insisted on serving the morning meal to the same disciple [Nivedita]. Each dish as it was offered–boiled seeds of the jackfruit, boiled potatoes, plain rice, and ice-cold milk–formed the subject of playful chat; and finally, to end the meal, he himself poured the water over the hands, and dried them with a towel.
“It is I who should do these things for you, Swamiji! Not you for me!” was the protest naturally offered. But his answer was startling in its solemnity — “Jesus washed the feet of His disciples!”
Something checked the answer — “But that was the last time!” — as it rose to the lips, and the words remained unuttered. This was well. For here also, the last time had come.
There was nothing sad or grave about the Swami during these days. In the midst of anxiety about over-fatiguing him, in spite of conversation deliberately kept as light as possible, touching only upon the animals that surrounded him, his garden experiments, books, and absent friends, over and beyond all this, one was conscious the while of a luminous presence, of which his bodily form seemed only as a shadow or symbol. Never had one felt so strongly as now, before him, that one stood on the threshold of an infinite light. Yet none was prepared, least of all on that last happy Friday, July the 4th, on which he appeared so much stronger and better than he had been for years, to see the end so soon.
On the day of the Mahasamadhi itself, whether consciously or intuitively, his actions were most deliberate and full of meaning. His solitary meditation for three hours in the morning from eight to eleven was the most striking. He rose rather early that day and, after partaking of his tea, entered the chapel of the monastery. After some time it was noticed that he had closed all the windows and bolted all the doors. What transpired there, no one will ever know. In his meditation his own Master and the Divine Mother — to his own realization One and the Same Personality — must have been present, for, when he had finished, he broke forth in a touching song in which the highest Jnana mingled with the highest Bhakti.
Descending the stairs of the shrine, he walked back and forth in the courtyard of theVivekananda at Chicago monastery, his mind withdrawn. Suddenly the tenseness of his thought expressed itself in a whisper loud enough to be heard by Swami Premananda who was nearby. The Swami was saying to himself, “If there were another Vivekananda, he would have understood what Vivekananda has done! And yet, how many Vivekanandas shall be born in time!!” This remark startled his brother-disciple, for never did the Swami speak thus, save when the flood-gates of his soul were thrown open and the living waters of the highest Consciousness rushed forth.
Wow---what a wonderful read on this Sunday morning...July 4th has come and gone again...but the Wonder of Swamiji never ends!
Thanks so much for the post. The 'Ever Free' is ours, really!
What a gift from God....Vivekananda.
My health is a big problem now due to diabetes. i have to have knee replacement and can not even think about the surgery until the blood sugar is normal for a while...the chance of infection is great when the sugar is high....so i am starting a weight loss and physical therapy program--life change...at 57. I look at Mother, the Master and Swamiji and the great strength they hold..my, my the never ending spring of strength....i have it too, i know....i forget sometimes...a lot of the time..but it's ok. I do remember!
think of me in your prayers my dear family.
i painted a picture of Vivekananda once...called it..The Strongest Man in the World....and I love Him for the wonder of it all....JAI Maa!!!!!
Location: san francisco
Your devotion to the Holy Trio, and Swamiji in particular, is apparent and
beautifully expressed.
I will remember you in my prayers, Gaurish Ji, and hope that you may be able to
resume a normal life soon; as much as your Diabetes condition permits. My eldest
daughter is a practicing Endocrinologist in Toronto, so I am perhaps a bit
more familiar with this debilitating disease, than the average person.
Swami Vivekananda was himself a Diabetic, as you know.
Please look after yourself, and continue to depend upon the Holy Mother, who
loves all her children very much.
Om Shanthi Om
Jai Maa!
Nahabat--i am touched by your kind remarks and thank you for the prayers you offer for me. Yes, i know Dear Swamiji was diabetic and suffered a lot from it. i think of this ofter when i look at my high numbers....offering them Him and the knee problems to Mother--oh, how blessed we are to have these great teachers to depend on and our Master to touch our hearts and bless us with the knowledge of inner-self strength. I am, again blessed to have the friendship of the monks and my Teacher here in SF. the holy company i have had in these dear ones for so many years now has been my pool of happiness that keeps me going. the beautiful picture of Mary holding baby Jesus that Sri Ramakrishna saw as a living vision hangs in the monastery here. looking on it and knowing out Lord also looked on this very painting has deeply touched my life. sickness and good health both are put aside when such high blessings drape themselves over me. God bless you and i hope to hear from you soon. In Mother's Grace---Gaurish
Thank you for your warm and gentle words.
Especially today, on the 90th Anniversary of Holy Mother's MahaSamadhi.
Here is a quote from "In the Comany of the Holy Mother":
Her final message to an afflicted world torn by hate, she gave five days before her death.
Note: this was only two years, after the end of the First World War, of 1914-18
To a woman devotee, who was weeping, she said, "Let me tell you something. If you want peace of mind do not look into the faults of others. Rather to look into your own deficiencies. Learn to make the whole world your own. No one is a stranger, my child. The whole world is your own."
On Tuesday, July 21, 1920, at half past one in the morning she breathed heavily several times and entered into a deep samAdhi from which she never returned to the consciousness of the physical world. Peaceful sleep settled over her body, ravaged by long illness, which now suddenly relaxed and gave off a celestial light. Many of her disciples were deceived by this light and thought for a time that she was still with them.
The body, decorated with garlands and flowers, was taken to Belur Math, across the GangA, and cremated on a pyre of sandalwood. Now a white temple stands on the spot, in loving memory of her immaculate life.
Another white temple has been erected over her birthplace at Jayrambati, from the top of which flies a flag emblazoned with the single word "Ma", recalling to her devotees, from far and near, her words of reassurance:
"I am the mother of the wicked, as I am the mother of the virtuous. Whenever you are in distress, only speak this to yourself, 'I have a mother'."
Excerpted from: Holy Mother Tribute Page
Thank you for this conversation, respected Nahabat Web Admin and Gaurish. As a monk of the Ramakrishna order told me quoting Swami Turiyananda, the brother-disciple of Swami Ji, "You may be weak. But the One in whom you have taken refuge in is not weak." Get well soon, Gaurish Ji. Good wishes and prayers for your early return to good health.
With regards,
Ankur
Location: New Delhi, India
Yes, Ankur Ji, we remember Gaurish Ji in oour daily prayers to the Holy Trio, in hope that his weaknesses may be banished and his strength recalled, so that
he may continue to bless the holy names of Sri Ramakrishna, Sri Sarada Devi and Sri Swami Vivekananda. Om Shanthi Om.
Let us also remember Sister Jayanti's struggles with disability, as mentioned on this posting.
We dedicate this video to Sister Jayanti, and also to Gaurish Ji, to help in his struggle with Diabetes, an affliction shared by Swamiji himself:
Thank you, Respected Web admin. I am sure Swami Ji will give Respected Sister Jayanti and Gaurish ji the necessary strength to surmount the physical impediments through nourishing the proper attitude and thus convert their suffering into sadhana. Sister Jayanti is our teacher in this respect, and I only pray the physical pain doesn't become too much.
I enjoyed the video very much. Thank you.
With regards,
Ankur
Location: New Delhi, India