A new era lies ahead of me. Many challenges await me and there are many lessons I have been instructed to teach, yet I can not do so without paying tribute to a great soul that surpasses all comparisons.
“Guru” is a divine term, one that commands respect. A “Guru” guides you, teaches you, and becomes a pillar of magnanimous support when your spiritual and moral grounds become unsteady. Yet I have found that my Guru has come to me in a very strange package indeed. Versatile in nature, untouched by disbelief... This is my message to my Guru.
Weekly Monday night lessons by Shri Haridas Archarya imparted profound knowledge to all those who bear witness to his greatness. Guru was the fibre that bound every particle of my spiritual being, making me fierce in my beliefs. I never failed to sit in awe at my ground breaking moments of divinity when Guru spread his words. Was it possible for one person to know everything? Perhaps Guru was just never asked a question that he did not know the answer to.
The lessons that were taught resounded with strength throughout the week, until they were usurped by fresh ideas and uplifting motivational words the next week. However I did not want to over shadow the fact that “Guru” was very much a family man. And so Guru became Uncle Allen. Hours after lessons were over we would be engaged in endless conversation about his curiosity on our thoughts about his message, highlighting even further his concern for the benefit of his disciples and better yet... his friends.
Many times when I was in the company of Uncle Allen his jokes and side splitting commentary would have us all in stitches, however now that I think if it we always drifted back to the fact that he wanted a higher spiritual level in everyone. What he had been saying all those years was true... “My life is my message”.
Now I am left with a mission at hand, goals to achieve, great lessons to impart and yet I hesitate with making the first step. This would mean I am now an ambassador for my Guru and everything he represented. I fear disappointment.
My human flaw urges me to long for Guru’s physical presence and yet quietly from realms I am refused entry I am guided with a firm, steady hand.
With this tribute to my Guru ... The wheel of my Hindu Dharma has been set in motion to share his divine word.
Jay Shri Krshna
Namaste
Bhavta Bhagwandeen
