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Sage Narada & his Veena

Sage Narada & his Veena - Based on a Story told by Baba Muktananda
Updated: Jan 20Gurumayi's Message for 2017Updated: Jan 23Updated: Jan 23January 2017
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I love this story! My favorite line is "his voice carried the love he felt for the Lord." I have always longed for this kind of devotion. Just reading this makes my heart melt, my eyes moisten. I am so blessed to be on the Siddha Yoga path, which is a path of devotion, a path to the heart.

Thank you so much for providing these tools, these beautiful ways to remember what we have, and why we are here.

a Siddha Yogi from Vienna, Austria

This story really brought home for me, once again, that devotion, all-encompassing love for the highest, is not something that I have to strive ambitiously to attain. Instead, it is what I am made up of. It's the essence of who I am, once I let go of the pride and the self-consciousness and concepts.

It's reassuring to know that even Narada, the sage who wrote so eloquently and definitively about devotion, also needed to learn (with the help of the Lord) to let go of his pride and limiting thoughts before he could swim in the ocean of limitless love.

a Siddha Yogi from Florida, USA

Last evening, while I was playing a table game with my grandson, a young adult, we paused and engaged in a lovely, long spiritual conversation. Halfway through the conversation, he shared with me profound insights, and I realized he is one of the most non-judgmental human beings I have ever met.

As our conversation continued, I became aware that, rather than being fully present with what he was saying, I was pondering an appropriate spiritual response. Then, I remembered the lesson Narada learned from truly listening to the voice of the villager. I felt my being pause into a deep silence and heard within, “Just listen to him. He has something to teach you.” In deep gratitude, I just sat, fully present, as I listened and learned. I no longer felt I had to teach him.

a Siddha Yogi from New York, USA

I was struck by how Narada’s instrument was cemented in the stone. While reading, I was worried that he would break it in his attempts to pull it out. I was relieved when he was able to drop enough of his pride before doing that. He became less forceful and looked to God for guidance. When guidance came to him, he obeyed and regained his precious instrument.

I could feel his struggle in myself, between my ego’s pride, its shame, and my desire to truly want to be one with God. Letting go and opening myself to guidance is a lesson I learned, once again, along with Narada.

a Siddha Yogi from Massachusetts, USA

Recently, while traveling in India, I had a very similar experience to Narada's. I visited a temple dedicated to Lord Vishnu for the evening arati, and it was full of people. Once the arati started, it became so loud I could hardly focus on the deity. I was disturbed by how loud and rough the people seemed.

Then, all of a sudden, I was able to see the murti of Lord Vishnu in the form of Jagadisha, the lord of the universe. He was beautiful, and to me it seemed that he was very pleased and smiling. I stopped for a moment while the arati was being sung, and I could feel my body filling with devotion. I looked around. My vision had shifted, and all I could see was the devotion of these people. And I could feel my own love for God.

a Siddha Yogi from Heidelberg, Germany

I was so surprised to find myself crying when I read that Narada was filled with pride and shame. When I realized this is a perfect description of the way I feel when I'm caught in my ego, I saw that my tears were full of compassion both for Narada and myself.

The story is also reminding me of the essential role of grace in extricating me from the stone of my ego. Fortunately, Narada allowed Lord Krishna's patient, gentle grace to intervene and guide him. Without this, his efforts were futile.

I feel so fortunate to experience the Guru's compassionate grace right now, through this story on the website, gently supporting and guiding me.

a Siddha Yogi from Ohio, USA

I offer thanks for the boon of reading this story. I have bristled with pride many times. But I feel blessed to have been reminded—this time by the website—of the power of love and devotion and absorption in chanting God's name.

a Siddha Yogi from Washington, USA

What a blessing to read this moving story! I was particularly stirred by the message that the power of chanting God's name with love and devotion was not only capable of melting the rock—but also had the power to melt Narada's pride and shame.
After Narada experienced a contracted and judgmental state, the beauty of the singing and Lord Krishna's grace opened his heart to receive the lesson he needed to learn. And then look what he became—the author of the profound Bhakti Sutras
Such a sweet reminder to all of us, that we, too, through Gurumayi’s grace and by chanting God's name, can become pure vessels of love to offer to the world.

a Siddha Yogi from North Carolina, USA

I realized that singing the name of God with love and devotion creates miracles surrounding the singer. Not only does it melt the rock, but it also melts the inner hardness of ego and all other inner impurities.
Thank you, Gurumayi, for a great gift.

a Siddha Yogi from Vadodara, India

This story of the great Narada reminds me of the power of sound that is kindled in music performed with right attitude. I am a musician, too. When I look back to the greatest moments I experienced while performing, I see that I was connected to something bigger within and also felt connected with the public in such a way that we shared the music as one.
On the other hand, it is so easy to fall into the hands of pride, which draws one away from the inner connection. Seeing that even the great Narada had to learn humility in this situation shows the subtle and deep effect pride has on the mind. This story inspires me to do my daily meditation practice and see everything as an opportunity to grow in connection with love. Then I can recognize again and again the stillness behind all sounds, all thoughts. That stillness makes me free.

a Siddha Yogi from Zutphen, Netherlands