Ocean of Misery

Maharaj Charan Singh was going on a short journey in his car. The party had reached a place where the Master was going to consult someone about canal irrigation. We stopped at a bridge over a small river with a sluice gate, over which a moderate force of water was flowing. On the lower side, in shallow water, was a strange sight. The river was almost solid with fish. Men waded in with baskets again and again, filling them each time and emptying them onto sacks lying on the bank.

For a moment, the Master pondered this wriggling mass of desperate things, but he quickly turned away with a sigh and with a great depth of feeling said, “A most distressing sight.” He left an impression - indeed a conviction in one’s soul - that he saw not just a simple harvesting of fish, but the cruel ravages of karma on the souls trapped in those writhing bodies. Looking back on the incident, one could not help seeing a close parallel to the human whirlpool.
_{The Mystic Philosophy of Sant Mat}

Suppose your six-year-old child goes one morning with some of his friends to see a big fair, which is held at some distance from your house. In the evening a violent storm overtakes them. All the other children return home, but not your child. Night falls and there is still no sign of your child. Your wife runs crying to your office or club or wherever you are and tells you that the child is missing. Would you not instantly run in search of your child without even thinking of taking your hat or stick? Certainly, you would. Then will not our heavenly Father, who is the ocean of mercy, love, sympathy and benevolence, come down to save his children from this dire ocean of misery, pain, grief and sorrow?
_{Maharaj Sawan Singh, Call of the Great Master}