In our Hindu universe, we have one particularly well-loved story which is all about crisis — the Ramayana. A King loses his kingdom and his wife is kidnapped by a bloodthirsty tyrant. This is the King of the universe, Raja Rama, we are talking about. What happens next? Help begins to come from the most unlikely places, a motley collection of forest animals and of course the endearing invincible Lord Hanuman. What a wonderful story to contemplate! Often we might want god to help in one particular way, and ... bang... help comes from an entirely different way.
There are lots of other inspiring stories, such as the life Jnaneshwar Maharaj, the great saint of Maharastra, whose childhood could not have been more cruel and deprived, and yet both he and his siblings were enlightened beings. Similar situation, different time, produced however great fearsome tyrants like Shaka Zulu.
And in your own life?
Well the other day as I was contemplating this theme of crisis, I happened to mislay my wallet with all the vital details in, credit cards, driving license, membership cards and so forth. At least I remembered to say "Thy will be done" and have a laugh at Divine Mother's lila. She loves to play! I found it, eventually...
But miracles of help? Have you ever experienced that?
There are miracles great and small happening all the time in all our lives. But one I remember was really odd. This was when I was living a householder life and with my young family was on vacation at the Spanish resort island of Majorca. The rest of the party decided to go on a boat trip to a nearby port. I decided to get to it by land, which involved a hike on the bare hillsides. Now this was in 1989, one of the hottest summers on record and I only learned later that a holidaymaker had died of heat exhaustion the day before doing a similar thing. But my aim was to get to the port before the rest of the family got there. I started climbing the hills and the sun rose in a cloudless sky. After a while, about half way into the journey, I realised I was in serious trouble. The heat radiating from the bare hillside was immense, like a giant grill oven, and there was no shade anywhere, and I had no water. I grew fainter and fainter, hotter and hotter, and things began to mist over for me. At this point, I kid you not, a tiny cloud came racing overhead, just one cloud in the sky, and began to rain water on me! With just that small rain fall, I cooled down. Was this a natural coincidence, or a miracle? As I said, there were no other clouds in the sky!