The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LVI Dear and Beloved
Salutation to Bhagavan Ramakrishna!
DEAR AND BELOVED, (The brother-disciples at Alambazar monastery.)
Your letter gives me all the news over there. I am grieved to hear of the
bereavement Balaram Babu's wife has sustained. Such is the Lord's will. This
is a place for action, not enjoyment, and everyone will go home when his
task is done — some earlier, and some later, that is all. Fakir has gone —
well, such is the will of the Lord!
It is a welcome news that Shri Ramakrishna's festival has come off with
great éclat; the more his name is spread, the better it is. But there is one
thing to know: Great sages come with special messages for the world, and not
for name; but their followers throw their teachings overboard and fight over
their names — this is verily the history of the world. I do not take into
any consideration whether people accept his name or not, but I am ready to
lay down my life to help his teachings, his life, and his message spread all
over the world. What I am most afraid of is the worship-room. It is not bad
in itself, but there is a tendency in some to make this all in all and set
up that old-fashioned nonsense over again — this is what makes me nervous. I
know why they busy themselves with those old, effete ceremonials. Their
spirit craves for work, but having no outlet they waste their energy in
ringing bells and all that.
I am giving you a new idea. If you can work it out, then I shall know you
are men and will be of service. . . . Make an organised plan. A few cameras,
some maps, globes, and some chemicals, etc., are needed. The next thing you
want is a big hut. Then you must get together a number of poor, indigent
folk. Having done all this, show them pictures to teach them astronomy,
geography, etc., and preach Shri Ramakrishna to them. Try to have their eyes
opened as to what has taken place or is taking place in different countries,
what this world is like and, so forth. You have got lots of poor and
ignorant folk there. Go to their cottages, from door to door, in the
evening, at noon, any time and open their eyes. Books etc., won't do — give
them oral teaching. Then slowly extend your centres. Can you do all this? Or
I have heard everything about Brother Tarak from Madras. They are highly
pleased with him. Dear Brother Tarak, if you go to Madras and live there for
some time, a lot of work will be done. But before you go, start this work
there first. Can't the lady devotees convert some widows; into disciples?
And can't you put a bit of learning into their heads? And can't you then
send them out to preach Sari Ramakrishna from door to door, and impart
education along with it? . . .
Come! Apply yourselves heart and soul to it. The day of gossip and
ceremonials is gone, my boy, you must work now. Now, let me see how far a
Bengali's religion will go. Niranjan writes that Latu (Adbhutananda) wants
some warm clothing. The people here import winter clothing from Europe and
India. You will get a woollen wrap in Calcutta at one-fourth of the price at
which I might buy it here. . . . I don't know when I shall go to Europe,
everything is uncertain with me — I am getting on somehow in this country,
that is all.
This is a very funny country. It is now summer; this morning it was as hot as April in Bengal, but now it is as cold as February at Allahabad! So much fluctuation within four hours! The hotels of this country beggar description. For instance there is a hotel in New York where a room can be hired for up to Rs. 5,000 a day, excluding boarding charges. Not even in Europe is there a country like this in point of luxury. It is indeed the richest country in the world, where money is drained off like water. I seldom live in hotels, but am mostly the guest of big people here. To them I am a widely known man. The whole country knows me now; so wherever I go they receive me with open arms into their homes. Mr. Hale's home is my centre in Chicago. I call his wife mother, and his daughters call me brother. I scarcely find a family so highly pure and kind. Or why should God shower His blessings on them in such abundance, my brother? Oh, how wonderfully kind they are! If they chance to learn that a poor man is in a strait at such and such a place, there they will go ladies and gentlemen, to give him food and clothing and find him some job! And what do we do!
In summer they leave their homes to go to foreign lands, or to the seaside. I, too, shall go somewhere, but have not yet fixed a place. In other points, they are just as you see Englishmen. They have got books and things of that sort, but very dear. You can have five times those things In Calcutta for the same price. In other words, these people will not let foreign goods be imported into the country. They set a heavy tax on them, and as a result, the market goes up enormously. Besides, they are not much in the way of manufacturing clothing etc. They construct tools and machinery, and grow wheat, rice, cotton, etc., which are fairly cheap.
By the bye, nowadays we have plenty of Hilsâ fish here. Eat your fill, but
everything digests. There are many kinds of fruits; plantain, lemon, guava,
apple, almond, raisin, and grape are in abundance; besides many other fruits
come from California. There are plenty of pineapples but there are no
mangoes or lichis, or things of that sort.
There is a kind of spinach, which, when cooked, tastes just like our Noté of Bengal, and another class, which they call asparagus, tastes exactly like the tender Dengo herb, but you can't have our Charchari made of it here. There is no Kalâi or any other pulse; they do not even know of them. There is rice, and bread, and numerous varieties of fish and meat, of all descriptions. Their menu is like that of the French. There is your milk, rarely curd, but plenty of whey. Cream is an article of everyday use. In tea and coffee and everything there is that cream — not the hardened crust of boiled milk, mind you — and there is your butter, too, and ice-water — no matter whether it is summer or winter, day or night, whether you have got a bad cold or fever — you have ice-water in abundance. These are scientific people and laugh when they are told that ice-water aggravates cold. The more you take, the better. And there is plenty of ice-cream, of all sorts of shapes. I have seen the Niagara Falls seven or eight times, the Lord be praised! Very grand no doubt, but not quite as you have heard them spoken of. One day, in winter, we had the aurora borealis.
. . . Only childish prattle! I have not much time to listen to that sort of
thing in this life; it will be time enough to see if I can do that in the
next. Yogen has completely rallied by this time, I hope? The vagabond spirit
of Sarada (Trigunâtita) is not yet at an end, I see. What is wanted is a
power of organisation — do you understand me? Have any of you got that much
brain in your head? If you do, let your mind work. Brother Tarak, Sharat,
and Hari will be able to do it. — has got very little originality, but is a
very good workman and persevering — which is an essential necessity, and
Shashi (Ramakrishnananda) is executive to a degree. ... We want some
disciples — fiery young men — do you see? — intelligent and brave, who dare
to go to the jaws of Death, and are ready to swim the ocean across. Do you
follow me? We want hundreds like that, both men and women. Try your utmost
for that end alone. Make converts right and left, and put them into our
. . . What made you communicate to the Indian Mirror that Paramahamsa Deva
used to call Narendra such and such, and all sorts of nonsense? — As if he
had nothing else to do but that! Only thought-reading and nonsensical
mystery-mongering! . . . It is excellent that Sanyal is visiting you often.
Do you write letters to Gupta? Convey to him my love, and take kind care of
him. Everything will come right by degrees. I don't find much time to write
heaps of letters. As for lectures and so forth, I don't prepare them
beforehand. Only one I wrote out, which you have printed. The rest I deliver
off-hand, whatever comes to my lips — Gurudeva backs me up. I have nothing
to do with pen and paper. Once at Detroit I held forth for three hours at a
stretch. Sometimes I myself wonder at my own achievement — to think that
there was such stuff in this pate! They ask me here to write a book. Well, I
think I must do something that way, this time. But that's the botheration;
who will take the trouble of putting things in black and white and all that!
. . . We must electrify society, electrify the world. Idle gossip and barren
ceremonials won't do. Ceremonials are meant for householders, your work is
the distribution and propagation of thought-currents. If you can do that,
then it is all right. . . .
Let character be formed and then I shall be in your midst. Do you see? We
want two thousand Sannyasins, nay ten, or even twenty thousand — men and
women, both. What are our matrons doing? We want converts at any risk. Go
and tell them, and try yourselves, heart and soul. Not householder
disciples, mind you, we want Sannyasins. Let each one of you have a hundred
heads tonsured — young educated men, not fools. Then you are heroes. We must
make a sensation. Give up your passive attitude, gird your loins and stand
up. Let me see you make some electric circuits between Calcutta and Madras.
Start centres at places, go on always making converts. Convert everyone into
the monastic order whoever seeks for it, irrespective of sex, and then I
shall be in your midst. A huge spiritual tidal wave is coming — he who is
low shall become noble, and he who is ignorant shall become the teacher of
great scholars — through HIS grace. " [056_dear_and_beloved_01.jpg] — Arise!
Awake! and stop not till the goal is reached." Life is ever expanding,
contraction is death. The self-seeking man who is looking after his personal
comforts and leading a lazy life — there is no room for him even in hell. He
alone is a child of Shri Ramakrishna who is moved to pity for all creatures
and exerts himself for them even at the risk of incurring personal
damnation, [056_dear_and_beloved_02.jpg] — others are vulgar people.
Whoever, at this great spiritual juncture, will stand up with a courageous
heart and go on spreading from door to door, from village to village, his
message, is alone my brother, and a son of his. This is the test, he who is
Ramakrishna's child does not seek his personal good. "
the point of death." Those that care for their personal comforts and seek a
lazy life, who are ready to sacrifice all before their personal whims, are
none of us; let them pack off, while yet there is time. Propagate his
character, his teaching, his religion. This is the only spiritual practice,
the only worship, this verily is the means, and this the goal. Arise! Arise!
A tidal wave is coming! Onward! Men and women, down to the Chandâla (Pariah)
— all are pure in his eyes. Onward! Onward! There is no time to care for
name, or fame, or Mukti, or Bhakti! We shall look to these some other time.
Now in this life let us infinitely spread his lofty character, his sublime
life, his infinite soul. This is the only work — there is nothing else to
do. Wherever his name will reach, the veriest worm will attain divinity,
nay, is actually attaining it; you have got eyes, and don't you see it? Is
it a child's play? Is it silly prattle? Is it foolery? "
back. I cannot write any more. — Onward! I only tell you this, that whoever
reads this letter will imbibe my spirit! Have faith! Onward! Great Lord! . .
. I feel as if somebody is moving my hand to write in this way. Onward!
Great Lord! Everyone will be swept away! Take care, he is coming! Whoever
will be ready to serve him — no, not him but his children — the poor and the
downtrodden, the sinful and the afflicted, down to the very worm — who will
be ready to serve these, in them he will manifest himself. Through their
tongue the Goddess of Learning Herself will speak, and the Divine Mother —
the Embodiment of all Power — will enthrone Herself in their hearts. Those
that are atheists, unbelievers, worthless, and foppish, why do they call
themselves as belonging to his fold. . . .
PS. . . . The term organisation means division of labour. Each does his own part, and all the parts taken together express an ideal of harmony. . . .