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St Francis of Assisi is said to have worn bells
on his toes as he walked barefoot to warn
the insects he was coming.
The self realized master Ananda Mayee Ma
once did obeisances to a cockroach to remind
her students that all living beings are sacred.
The Saint of Shirdi in the book Sai Satcharitra:
Never harm a snake or a scorpion. He will harm
you only if ordered to do so by God. If so
ordered there is nothing you can do about it.

(Yogananda about his master Sri Yukteswar)
A deadly cobra once confronted him, only to be conquered by my guru’s love.


Mosquito Consciousness… a dialogue between Sri Yukteswar and Yogananda

My guru’s thoughts were weighed in a delicate balance of discrimination before he permitted them an outward garb. The essence of truth, all-pervasive with even a physiological aspect, came from him like a fragrant exudation of the soul. I was conscious always that I was in the presence of a living manifestation of God. The weight of his divinity automatically bowed my head before him.
If late guests detected that Sri Yukteswar was becoming engrossed with the Infinite, he quickly engaged them in conversation. He was incapable of striking a pose, or of flaunting his inner withdrawal. Always one with the Lord, he needed no separate time for communion. A self-realized master has already left behind the stepping stone of meditation. “The flower falls when the fruit appears*. But saints often cling to spiritual forms for the encouragement of disciples.

As midnight approached, my guru might fall into a doze with the naturalness of a child. There was no fuss about bedding. He often lay down, without even a pillow, on a narrow davenport ,,A night-long philosophical discussion was not rare; any disciple could summon it by intensity of interest. I felt no tiredness then, no desire for sleep; Master’s living words were sufficient. “Oh, it is dawn! Let us walk by the Ganges.” So ended many of my periods of nocturnal edification.
My early months with Sri Yukteswar culminated in a useful lesson -“How to Outwit a Mosquito.” At home my family always used protective curtains at night. I was dismayed to discover that in the Serampore hermitage this prudent custom was honored in the breach. Yet the insects were in full residency; I was bitten from head to foot. My guru took pity on me.
“Buy yourself a curtain, and also one for me.” He laughed and added, “If you buy only one, for yourself, all mosquitoes will concentrate on me!”
I was more than thankful to comply. Every night that I spent in Serampore, my guru would ask me to arrange the bedtime curtains.

The mosquitoes one evening were especially virulent. But Master failed to issue his usual instructions. I listened nervously to the anticipatory hum of the insects. Getting into bed, I threw a propitiatory prayer in their general direction. A half hour later, I coughed pretentiously to attract my guru’s attention. I thought I would go mad with the bites and especially the singing drone as the mosquitoes celebrated bloodthirsty rites.
No responsive stir from Master; I approached him cautiously. He was not breathing. This was my first observation of him in the yogic trance; it filled me with fright.

“His heart must have failed!” I placed a mirror under his nose; no breath-vapor appeared. To make doubly certain, for minutes I closed his mouth and nostrils with my fingers. His body was cold and motionless. In a daze, I turned toward the door to summon help.
“So! A budding experimentalist! My poor nose!” Master’s voice was shaky with laughter. “Why don’t you go to bed? Is the whole world going to change for you? Change yourself: be rid of the mosquito consciousness.”
Meekly I returned to my bed. Not one insect ventured near. I realized that my guru had previously agreed to the curtains only to please me; he had no fear of mosquitoes. His yogic power was such that he either could will them not to bite, or could escape to an inner invulnerability.
“He was giving me a demonstration,” I thought. “That is the yogic state I must strive to attain.” …. Sound and sight come then indeed, but to worlds fairer than the banished Eden.

The instructive mosquitoes served for another early lesson at the ashram. It was the gentle hour of dusk. My guru was matchlessly interpreting the ancient texts. At his feet, I was in perfect peace. A rude mosquito entered the idyl and competed for my attention. As it dug a poisonous hypodermic needle into my thigh, I automatically raised an avenging hand. Reprieve from impending execution! An opportune memory came to me of one of Patanjali’s yoga aphorisms – that on ahimsa (harmlessness).
“Why didn’t you finish the job?”
“Master! Do you advocate taking life?”
“No; but the deathblow already had been struck in your mind.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Patanjali’s meaning was the removal of desire to kill.” All forms of life have equal right to the air of maya. The saint who uncovers the secret of creation will be in harmony with its countless bewildering expressions. All men may approach that understanding who curb the inner passion for destruction.”
From the book “Autobiography of a yogi”

*reminiscent of Ram Dass’ statement about
the disciples of Maharaji: “When the flowers
blossom, the bees come.”
Jada Bharat was drafted by the king’s servants
to help carry the monarch’s palanquin. He walked
very erratically because he did not want to step
on any ants or other creatures. Because his
walking caused a less harmonious ride for
the king, Jada Bharat was freed of the onerous
A follower of Sai Baba was thinking that the Jain practice
of wearing a mask to avoid inhaling insects
was ridiculous. Immediately a fruit fly sailed up
his nose.

A British rabbi wrote in the magazine Jewish Vegetarian
several reasons honey was unethical.
The queen bee’s wings are often clipped so that she may not move
her hive way from human thieves.
Many bee hive operators steal all the honey allowing the bees to
starve in winter and to be replaced in the spring.
Is it ethical to steal from bees?

Agnostic T Earley: Many who boil cruciferous broccoli or cauliflower
don’t realize they are boiling the worms hidden at the core.

Sufi tale of a baby bird and a wasp

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Poisonous insecticides and herbicides including malathion and dioxin used throughout
the world to kill gypsy moths, pine beetles, poppy and pot plants
are filling the waters of the sea with these same poisons… which
concentrate in fishes killing or deforming them or making them
sources for cancer, while also killing whales, seals, dolphins and
other sea creatures.


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