This is a long post, take time to read. Blessed we are by our Beloved Rayaru.
Last week Wednesday through Friday I performed seva for Rayaru. This time I decided to do the seva in the most strict possible way. We have all heard that if it is Ekadashi for us once in 15 days, it was Ekadashi for Rayaru every single day. I decided why not do the same thing for the 3 days seva and decided to have just fruits, vegetables and curds. No rice, no chapathi, no upma nothing. I know this is not the traditional way anyone does Rayaru seva, but there is no tradition according to me for our Bhakthi and how we want to show it to our God, of course doing it the right way.
So, during the seva I did 108 namaskaras morning and evening and also had to attend to work. It was really tough to sleep at night with the stomach growling of hunger, but who said doing seva was easy right?
Once the seva was over on Saturday we visited our SBAT temple where we have Rayaru brindavana. Since this not like Rayara mutta in Bangalore, I decided to give away a bag of Rice, Toor dal, Moong dal and Jaggery as hastodaka to the priest in the temple. While at the temple I met one of our Satangha devotees and as we were talking about Rayaru she said “Meera you are a true devotee of Rayaru”. I kept saying I am just like anyone of you and after the pooje we came home.
The whole 3 days and Friday night I kept thinking about any sign from Rayaru that he had accepted my Seva. No dream, no sign even on Saturday. Saturday night I just couldn’t sleep, kept looking at the watch and kept asking my Beloved Rayaru” Guru Sarvabhowma, everyone I meet tells me I am a great devotee of yours. It is not going to matter until you feel that way. Why have you not accepted my seva this time? What is it that was missing from my Bhakthi”. Clock waits for no one right?
It was 3.00 AM, 4.30 AM and 5.00 AM no dream no sign. Since we had satsangha today, I kept thinking what should I say at Satsangha today if they ask me about my Seva, You never came in my dream. And slowly I again dozed off.
At around 6.00 AM, I was in Mantralaya, and a archaka asks me to walk with him to another place. He says ” Amma, neevu Rayaru nijjavagalu iddara antha kelidaralla, banni nannu nimage yeno thorisalu Rayaru helidhare. In English, Amma, please come with me, you asked if Rayaru is there are not right, Rayaru wants me to show you something”.
The priest opens a brown cover and says Amma in this cover is flowers which were offered to our Beloved Rayaru the day he entered Brindavana. It has never been opened and Rayaru has asked me to open this for the very first time for you. No one has seen how the flowers are. He opens the brown cover, there is white rose petals and other white flowers as fresh as they were offered today to Rayaru. He says Amma see there is no science or anything which was done to keep these flowers fresh, our Rayaru is still there even after 422 years, please see these flowers. In the dream I come back to USA and tell my Sister in her house about the dream. My sister and two of my nieces are sitting and I explain to her my dream and she says” Meera, even in your dream I am not with you to witness this, I hope one day I can be with you in your dream”
I wake up in shock, and realizing the dream open my eyes. My Husband Raghavendra Raghu as we call him was standing and as I was telling him the dream completely broke down. I have 100% faith, but this dream has proven that no matter where you are, what you are, how you are, who you are, our Beloved Rayaru will bless us all for our Bhakthi.
Like I said, I didn’t do the seva the traditional way, I didn’t touch food, I didn’t eat rice, but our Rayaru didn’t care. He cared for my bhkathi, he cared for my devotion, and when I cried and begged asking him what was missing in my seva, he came in my dream on his Birthday. Instead of me giving a gift to him, he gave me the gift to cherish my entire life.
As my extended family members, I wanted to share this dream of mine with you all which is of course what our beloved Rayaru wanted as well. Guru Sarvabhowma Ki Jai.