Luxmi the cow
first came to Sri Ramana December, 1926. Lakshmi was 6 months
old.One day the cow Lakshmi came to the Hall. She went straight
to Bhagavan, put her head on Bhagavan’s shoulder and wept. Bhagavan sat very
quietly and gently stroked her head. “Why are you so sad?” he would whisper in
her ears. “Who has hurt you? Cheer up, my dear, stop crying. I am here to
befriend you.” Lakshmi stopped crying, gave Bhagavan a few licks and went away,
comforted. The Bhagavan I Knew by Voruganti Krishnayya As told to G.
Vankatachalam. Translated from Telugu by Surya Prasad Ramana Smrti SouvenirJackie the dog ~~~ When Bhagavan was
living on the hill, a big monkey came one day when he was having his food, and
sat near him. Bhagavan was about to put a morsel of food into his mouth, but
when he saw the monkey he gave it the morsel. The monkey took it, put it on the
plate and gave Bhagavan a square slap on the cheek. “What do you mean, you
fellow? Why are you angry? I gave you the first morsel!” exclaimed Bhagavan.
Then he understood his mistake. It was a king monkey and he had to be treated in
the right royal manner. Bhagavan called for a separate leaf plate and a full
meal was served to the king, who ate it all with dignity and proudly went
away. Tales of Bhagavan Ramana Smrti
SouvenirTranslated from Telugu by Surya Prasad

Sri Ramana Maharshi with cheetah
cubs 18th January, 1946 About a year ago, some person who was
rearing two baby cheetahs brought them into Bhagavan's presence. When they
were fondled and given milk, not only did they move freely amongst the people
in the hall, but they got on to the sofa with Bhagavan's welcome and slept
soundly thereon.
One of the Ashram devotees took a photo of that
unusual group. From about 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. Bhagavan confined himself to
one end of the sofa keeping the cubs on the sofa in the same position all the
time. They woke up afterwards and were there till about 4 p.m., moving about
freely in the hall. Once again, before Bhagavan went up the hill at
the usual time, photos were taken with the cheetah cubs on the sofa and
also on the table in front of the sofa. They were published in the Sunday
Times later.
The wonder of it was that even the cheetah cubs lay down
happily on the sofa, overpowered by sleep induced by the touch of Bhagavan's
hands. While they were there, the squirrels came and ate nuts and the
sparrows came and ate broken rice, as usual. In olden days, when animals and
birds of all sorts moved about together without enmity in any
place, people used to think that it was perhaps a Rishi Ashram. ~ Suri
Nagamma, Letters from Sri
Ramanasramam ~~~ Once a monkey tried to bring her new born
baby through a window near Ramana’s couch. The attendants were preventing her.
Ramana chided them as follows, “Don’t all of you bring your newborn babies to
me? She also wants to do so. Why should you prevent her?” ~ A R
Natarajan, Timeless in
Time When Bhagavan was staying in the Old
Hall, he was literally surrounded by squirrels. They would run all over his
couch, on his body, and even under his pillows. Ramana had to be extremely
careful before he sat or leaned lest some squirrels be crushed by the weight of
his body. ~ A R Natarajan, Timeless in
Time On June 17, 1948, Lakshmi fell ill. The following
morning June 18 it looked as if her end was near. At about 10 o’clock in the
morning Ramana went to her. He found her breathing hard and she was lying
prostrate. Taking her head into his arms, stroking her neck, Ramana fixed his
gaze in her eyes. Her breathing became steady immediately. Tears began to
trickle from her eyes. Ramana’s eyes too overflowed as he looked at her with
great love. How could those nearby hold by their emotions? He asked tenderly,
“Amma (mother), do you want me to be near you? I must go now as people are
waiting for me in the hall. But wherever I may be, I am always with you.” Then
he placed his hand on her head as though giving diksha. He put his hand over her
heart also and then caressed her, placing his cheek against her face. When he
convinced himself that her heart was pure, free from all vasanas entailing
rebirth and centred solely on him, he took leave of her and returned to the
hall. Her eyes were calm and peaceful. She was conscious up to the end and left
the body at 11:30 a.m. quite peacefully.
On her tomb was engraved an
epitaph by Ramana which makes it quite clear that she attained
liberation. ~ D.: Does one who has realized the Self
lose the sense of ‘I’? R.: Absolutely. D.: Then there is not
difference between yourself and myself, that man over there, my servant. Are all
the same? R.: All are the same, including those monkeys. D.: But
the monkeys are not people. Are they not different? R.: They are exactly
the same as people. All are the same in One Consciousness. ~ A R
Natarajan, Timeless in
Time ~~~ At
Skandasramam a peacock would follow Bhagavan everywhere. One day a huge black
cobra appeared in the Ashram and the peacock attacked it fiercely. The cobra
spread its hood and the two natural enemies were poised for a fight to the
death, when Bhagavan came quite near the cobra and said: "Why did you come here?
That peacock will kill you. Better go away at once." The cobra immediately
lowered its hood and slithered away. ~ from At The Feet of Bhagavan ~~~At
about 4 p.m. Sri Bhagavan, who was writing something intently, turned his eyes
slowly towards the window to the north; he closed the fountain pen with the cap
and put it in its case; he closed the notebook and put it aside; he removed his
spectacles, folded them in the case and left them aside. He leaned back a
little, looked up overhead, turned his face this way and that and looked here
and there. He passed his hand over his face and looked contemplative. Then he
turned to someone in the hall and said softly: "The pair of sparrows just came
here and complained to me that their nest had been removed. I looked up and
found their nest missing." Then he called for the attendant, Madhava Swami, and
asked: "Madhava, did anyone remove the sparrows' nest?"
The attendant,
who walked in leisurely, answered with an air of unconcern: "I removed the nests
as often as they were built. I removed the last one this very
afternoon." M: That's it. That is why the sparrows complained. The poor
little ones! How they take the pieces of straw and shreds in their tiny beaks
and struggle to build their nests! Attendant: But why should they build
here, over our heads? M: Well-well. Let us see who succeeds in the end.
(After a short time Sri Bhagavan went out.) ~~~ Can a cracked egg be hatched?
 It was the early hours of
the morning in the Hall of Sri Bhagavan. He had had His bath, and now went to
the farther end of the Hall to take His towel that hung from a horizontally
suspended bamboo, at one end of which a sparrow had built her nest and laid
therein three or four eggs. In the process of taking His towel Sri
Bhagavan's hand came against the nest, which shook violently, so that one of the
eggs dropped down. In this way the egg was cracked; Sri Bhagavan was taken
aback, aghast. He cried out to Madhavan, the personal attendant. "Look, look
what I have done today!" So saying, He took the cracked egg in His hand looked
at it with His tender eyes, and exclaimed: "Oh, the poor mother will be so
sorrow-stricken, perhaps angry with me also, at my causing the destruction of
her expected little one! Can the cracked eggshell be pieced together again? Let
us try!" So saying, He took a piece of cloth, wetted it, wrapped it
around the broken egg, and put it back in the mother's nest. Every three hours
He would take out the cracked egg, remove the cloth, place the egg on His
roseate palm, and gaze at it with His tender eyes for minutes
together. What was He really doing at this time? How can we say? Was He
sending with those wonderful looks of gentle Grace life-giving beams into the
cracked egg, putting ever newer warmth and life into it? That is a mystery none
can solve. Yet He kept on saying: "Let the crack be healed! Cannot this be
hatched even now? Let the little one come from this broken egg!" This
anxious concern and tenderness of Sri Maharshi continued from day to day for
about a week. So the fortunate egg lay in the nest with its wet bandage cloth,
only to be fondled by Sri Maharshi with divine touch and benign look. On the
seventh day, He takes out the egg, and with the astonishment of a schoolboy
announces: "Look what a wonder! The crack has closed, and so the mother will
be happy and will hatch her egg after all! My God has freed me from the sin of
causing the loss of a life. Let us wait patiently for the blessed young one to
come out!" A few more days pass, and at length one fine morning Bhagavan
finds the egg has been hatched1 and the little bird has come out. With gleeful
smiling face radiant with the usual light, He takes the child in His hand,
caresses it with lips, stroking it with His soft hand, and passes it on for all
the bystanders to admire. He receives it back at last into His own hands, and is
so happy that one little germ of life has been able to evolve in spite of the
unhappy accident to it in the embryo. from At The Feet of
Bhagavan~~~ Mudaliar Swami, son of the lady who brings
bhiksha every day to Sri Bhagavan, related the following interesting
incident: During the time Sri Bhagavan was staying in Virupaksha Cave,
Sri Bhagavan and Mudaliar Swami were walking together behind the Skandasramam
site. There was a huge rock about 15 feet high; it was a cleft, a girl (a
shepherdess) was standing there crying. Sri Bhagavan asked the reason of her
sorrow. She said, "A sheep of mine has slipped into this cleft; so I am
crying." Sri Bhagavan descended into the cleft, took the sheep on his shoulders,
climbed up to the surface and delivered the sheep to her. Mudaliar Swami
says that it was a very remarkable feat for any human being. from Talks with Sri Ramana
Maharshi~~~ Once
the Maharshi set out on giripradakshina with his disciples by a short-route
across the hill. He asked Jacki to go down the hill to the town. Accordingly,
Jack left and was sighted by the Maharshi on its way down. Midway on their walk
the Maharshi changed course and walked down the hill. As they were descending,
Jack was returning from the town. The Maharshi then directed Jack to go back to
the ashram. Though reluctant to leave Bhagavan's company, as an obedient fellow,
Jack went back to the ashram. Jack was soft and austere in his ways. His daily
routine was like this: early in the morning he would visit a devadasi's (temple
dancer's) house for breakfast and then go to a priest's house to accompany him
to the shrine at Guha Namassivaya. After that he would go to Virupaksha cave for
Bhagavan's darshan and later to a resting place nearby. Around 9.30 in the
morning he would visit the shrine at Guha Namassivaya for prasadam and get back
to his place of rest. Again by evening he would visit the devadasi's house for
food. After supper he would go to a math to keep company with the priest. To the
extent possible he would spend his time in the vicinity of Arunachaleswara,
much like a yogi. ~ from Ramana
Leela
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