July 1, 2011

Dear Devotees,

Of late, I have been spending sleepless nights. The case wasn't the same in the past. In the past you used to love Me and respect Me either out of reverence or fear. You sincerely prayed to Me for help in times of difficulties. You used to visit Me at my places with your plea. You were sincere in your demands. Sometimes you even tried to bribe Me to get favours. You would come to Me and say; "Please help me find a suitable boy for my daughter," or "help my son/daughter score good marks in the exam," or "help my son get a good job," and so on, and in return you would make promises such as, "I will offer abhishekam, I will serve food at the temple, I will donate some amount to the ashram." I never took it wrong for I knew how vulnerable my devotees were.

But at present I have devotees of another kind, devotees of the most dangerous type. I shudder at their arrival. They rush into the temple brushing aside all other devotees who are waiting to get my glimpse for hours. With them there will be several followers, some of them with machine guns, with black goggles - so many times have I suppressed my bleak desire to have a glimpse of their face - and I see my devotees forgetting me and fall at his feet. And that fellow wouldn't even look at me. All the talking is done by his Lieutenant. He just looks at the Poojary who beams at his arrival, because he is very sure of getting long red notes as 'dakshina'. When other devotees arrive he doesn't even look at their face, doesn't even bother to give them proper prasadam or the holy water and has his eyes firmly rooted on the bowl.

This man is visiting the temple for the fourth time this month and all the four times he has come to visit me after murdering someone or the other. He thinks that the Poojary can mediate with me to forgive his unforgivable crimes. I myself am scared to smile at him for I could see the butt of the same revolver with which he has killed so many peeping out from his waist. He goes back with the same force after striking a deal with the Poojary. The Poojary also is so adamant that after his return he doesn't even look at me but leaves the place making his little assistant do the rest. The same poojary was at my feet begging me to bless him with earn his livelihood.

But the present situation frightens Me a lot. It puts Me in a dilemma whether I should continue to be in my position or escape from the clutches of the ruthless devotees. I have the least doubt that these devotees use Me like a pawn. They shift Me and my position whenever they want. The respect given to Me nowadays is not out of reverence but out of fear for their existence. They treat me like a commodity. I am just reduced to a thing which they use to save their honour. They commit all sorts of crimes, sins and use My name. They engage in all sorts of illegal activities, drink the blood of the poor, snatch their right to live and cheat them throughout.

By now I am sure you might have sensed who I am speaking about. If not I am sorry. I cannot utter their names aloudl, because they also have the power of demolishing my dwelling place. Before they could come to power they constantly troubled me, day in and day out. Someone would come from Bangalore in his special helicopter, which, due to bad weather, would get delayed and instead of arriving at five in the evening he would arrive at five in the morning. I have to wait for him sleepless with so much of noise around. They engage in dirt splashing over one another in public places swearing in My name. Entire gathering there knows that both of them are hard core ruffians but still they glue their lips in fear.

Recently one swearing-in drama was about to take place between a Maji and a Haji (past and present). But they realized that they cannot play with Me anymore. I was just waiting this time for an opportunity to teach them a lesson for life. They have played enough with Me and with the religious emotions of my devotees. Politics was supposed to be a religion full of sacredness. But these people have made My house a "marketplace", in fact, they have turned my house into butchery.

Dear devotees, do not be disheartened. I keep all My senses open and bless all the good you do. At the same time the bad cannot escape my wrath.