A very small village exists aside a dense forest. The environment of the village is saturated with ripple of wind that brings exuberant scent of flowers of nearby forest, very close to village. There flows a beautiful stream with its murmuring sound. Hordes colourful birds with verities of rhythemic tang enhance the glory of the village. In the day time bright sun and at night the cool moon bring about the divine pleasure in the erena.
At the end of the village, there stands a very small cottage with dilapidated structure. There live mother Jabala with her son Satyakama. Jabala gave birth to the child when she was very young and after some days her husband passed away. There was none in this world except her son and she had to pass time in helplessness and hardship.
At times, Satyakama asked his mother Jabala, “Mother, I desire to live a life of a student of sacred knowledge. What family I belong to?” The righteous words of her son brought her face red and grave. Traditionally, one has to disclose to his master about his name and family history of the father. Jabala’s heart was transparent and sacred. Her mind was cool and strong. She searched the answer and got it in no time. She advised her son to identify himself before his learned master that he was Satyakama, the son of Jabala; he had no other identification in this earth.
Satyakama, the next day early morning, taking the advice of his mother as great as heaven, proceeded to the master-Goutam, son of Haridituram, a great sage by that time. Satyakama knelt down with folded hands before Goutama and prayed to him to accept Satyakama as his pupil.
Goutama, being pleased with his appearance and politeness, said to him. “O what family are you from, my dear?” He replied, ‘I do not know this, sir, of what family I am from. I asked my mother. She answered to me. “In my youth, when I worked as a maid servant in different places, I got you. So I do not know of what family you are. I am Jabala by name and you are Satyakama by name.” I am Satyakama Jabala, Sir.
Goutama said to him, none but a Brahmin could thus explain. “Bring the fuel, my dear, I will receive you as a pupil. Thou has not departed from the truth. Having initiated him, he separated out four hundred lean, weak cows and said, “Go with these, my dear.” While taking them away, he said, I may not return without a thousand.” He lived away a numbers of years. When they came to be a thousand. Then the bull spoke to him, saying, Satyakama! He replied, ‘Revered sir. ‘ We have reached a thousand, my dear, take us to the master’s house.’
And let me declare to you a quarter of Brahman “Tell me. Revered sir’ To him. It them said’ The four, that are East, West, North, South, ‘ This, verily, my dear, is Brahman’s four quartered foot named shining.
He who knowing this thus meditate on this four quartered foot of Brahman named shining becomes
shining in this world. Them he wins shining world , who knowing it Thus, meditates on the four quartered foot of Brahman, named. The shining.
“Fire will declare to you the other quarter of Brahman,” said the bull,
He then, when it was the morrow, drove the cows on. When they came, at evening, he lighted a fire, penned the cows, laid on fuel, and sat down to the West of the fire, facing the east . The fire said to him, ‘Satyakama’, He replied, ‘Revered sir.’
Let me declare to you, my dear, a quarter of Brahmin. Tell me. Revered sir, To him, It then said, ‘The earth, atmosphere, sky, and ocean, varily, my dear, is Brahman’s four quartered foot named—Endless.’
He, who knowing it. Thus, meditates on this four quartered foot of Brahman on the endless in this world. Then he wins endless world, who knowing it. Thus meditates on the fourquartered foot of Brahman go the endless; The swan will tell you another quarter; told the fire.
Satyakama, then, When it was morrow, drove the cows on. When they came at the evening, he lighted the fire, penned the cows, laid on the fuel, and sat down to the West of the fire, facing the East. A swan flew down to him and said; Satyakama, He replied, ‘Revered Sir’.
Let me declare to you, my dear a quarter of Brahman, ‘Tell me , Revered Sir’ To him it them said, Fire, Sun, Moon, and lightening are four, verily, my dear, is Brahman’s four quartered-foot named the luminous.
He, who, knowing it thus, meditates on this four quartered foot of brahman as the luminous, becomes luminous in the world. Then he wins luminous world. He, who knowing it, thus, meditates on the four quartered foot of Brahman as the Luminous” Madgu, a diver bird, will tell you another quarter.”
He, then, when it was the morrow, drove the cows on. When they came at evening, he lighted a fire, penned the cows, laid on the fuel and sat down to the west of the fire facing the east.
Madgu, a diver Bird, flew down to him and said, ‘Satyakama, He replied, ‘You Sir’.
‘Let me declare to you, my dear, a quarter of Brahaman. ‘Tell me, Revered Sir’. To him it then said, breath, eye, ear and mind are four quarter of Brahaman named possessing a support.
He who knowing it thus meditates on this four quartered foot of Brahman as possessing a support, comes to possess a support in this world. Then he wins worlds possessing a support.
Satyakama, then reached the master’s house. The master said,’Satyakama’. He replied, ‘Yes; Revered Sir’.
Verily, my dear, you shine like one knowing Brahman. Who he tought you? He replied, ‘Other than men, but I wish, Revered Sir, that you teach me.
One who knows Brahman, has his sense tranquillised, wears a drilling face, is free from anxiety and is of fulfilled purpose.
For I have heard from persons like you. Revered Sir, that the knowledge which has been learned from a teacher best helps one to attains his end. To him, he then declared it. In it nothing whatsoever was left out, yeo, nothing was left out.
The Chandogya Upanishad
May quietness descend upon my limbs,
My speech, my breath, my eyes, my ears,
May all my senses wax clear and strong.
May Brahman show himself unto me.
May I never deny Brahman, nor Brahman me.
I with him and he with me may we abide always together.
May there be revealed to me,
Who am devoted to Brahman,
The holy truth of the Upanishads.
Om. Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
By Kamala Kanta Acharya