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I hope to offer some of the ideas of Vaishnava Vedanta which have particular application in revealing the bigger picture of life and the universe as well as many of the simple things of life.

Meet Fido – my Guru

PausesPosted by Akhandadhi das Sun, October 18, 2015 21:32:00

BBC Radio 2 - Pause for Thought
2nd August 2003

In the grounds of the estate where I work, there is a set of gravestones. Underneath, are buried a horse and a dog. One inscription written in 1841 by Major J P Holford fondly describes his horse as “fleetest of the mountain race; my gallant, docile, hawk-eyed grey.”

In a second inscription, written two years later, he commends his dog as “the noble, grateful Guard.” He then states: “May he who readeth this equal him in faithfulness and truth. Man can learn virtue from a dog.”

The Vedic scriptures on which Hinduism is based agree; and suggest that all creatures, being sparks of the divine spirit, can teach us useful lessons. Dogs, particularly, have several laudable traits. They rise immediately from sleep, whereas we need the generous use of cold water and stimulating beverages to shake off our night’s rest.

They are alert – usually because they think there is some treat in store – food, walkies or they’ve just spotted the neighbour’s dog.

But, most importantly, say the scriptures, dogs demonstrate exceptional loyalty and faithfulness. They are eager to please and their dearest delight is being rewarded with affection. One spiritual master analysed the difference in psychology of a dog with a good master and the poor street dog. Even if smaller and weaker, a dog with a master feels happy, satisfied and confident in his master’s care. In contrast, the street dog is in constant anxiety, fearful of anything remotely threatening and rarely feels peace or contentment.

If dogs with their wild wolf backgrounds can show such faithfulness to us, humans, can we not, in turn, place our trust in the protection of our Lord and Master? Dogs don’t always understand everything we do for them. Sometimes, like during a trip to the vet’s, they must think we are being horribly cruel. But, they remain devoted. Wouldn’t it be wonderful, if as Major Holford challenged, we could equal them in faithfulness, expressed through our devotion to God. Perhaps, then our tails would wag as readily and as guilelessly as any young pup.

© BBC This script was commissioned by the BBC for broadcast as “Pause for Thought” on Radio 2.


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Posted by Donny Duke Thu, January 03, 2019 05:45:48

I thought you might like this poem about my 3 dogs written by inner voice and vision inspired by Vendanta (I'm a disciple of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo).

God Dog On My Door

Be one-souled with man.
A happy little dog
next door,
give this to him.
I am places at once.
Do you reach
by your vivid picture?
Advanced one key setting:
accountability test.
Advanced one key selfie.
What do we ride to attention?
Go, almost giant.
Lucy sits in the limelight.
Her human eyes don’t show,
and I handle Lucy
in the ways of dog.
Leelow ate her reality.
She opened her eyes to sight,
but it was a pale glimmer of thought’s mood.
I know she’s there I said.
Lisa baked in being’s oven
a giant figure of self,
teeming with the universe.
She grasped its significance:
a lonely shell she is she said.
The pain of being hurt her arm.
She lay in pools of purpose longing.
I console her with my love.

Do you know your dog’s secret consciousness?
We are fooled by mass and shape.
They come not as strangers into our home.
They have meaning in the universe.
They are a step in evolution’s curve,
and they are one step next to man.
I bark at your city lights.
We would have trouble with them.
Communication:
keep them off the streets;
we guide them in their ways;
they are not figures without us
if they live in humanity’s house.
You would hold them down slowly,
those canines on the street.
Feed them, wash their wounds,
and take them away from reproduce.
You look at its purpose walk.
That stray with me comes home.
A great big dog job –
are they handled right?
You have a slave there employee?
It’s the love that measures.
You know that’s what they need from us.
We are figures for the divine for them.
It’s wired into the system:
you have a dog face in the mirror of their eyes.
Hold this one close.