Bliss on the deathbed

I wanted to share my episodes which changed my life and generated a renaissance, regarding death. It is not the time to wail for the pangs for separation, but a time for celebrating the union of the departed soul with the Unified Infinity.
In August 2020, I was the first one, amongst the family members, to be infested by the Novel Corona virus. I got admitted in the hospital, for ensuring some precautions, as being positive for a contagious disease, might infect others as well. During the entire segment of time, I was not scared for the grave comorbidities, I could face, and could row my sail, across the seas, chanting Thy Name. Even in the hospital, I had to stay awake and aware for about forty-eight hours, for surveilling a big operation, for catching some crooks crackling in the city.
During the entire course, guidance of a great being helped me the most. Her words still resonate in my mind, I would like to share it. “Didi, just remember that you are neither the physical body nor the mind, but soul yourself. If Lord wants you to go to Him, to His abode, then welcome it wholeheartedly, your sufferings in this birth were extinguished beyond that breathe. If Lord wishes to work through your form, serving the citizens, then you shall be healed and return back hail and hearty, back to the vocation.” These words pumped up my mercury levels of enthusiasm to hundred percent, and I felt the presence of the Divine, and through faith in the words of the Guru, I became aerobicized again. I didn’t rely on the artificial oxygen sources or oxygen concentrators, only few basic breathing exercises, like KapalBhati, AnulomVilom Pranayams, and changed dietary habits, steam inhalation, using herbs and powders good for throat, brought me back from the hospital.

In progression, in April 2021, I got the news regarding the sinking states of health of my parents, brother, sister-in-law, and my nephew. When they all were tested via RT-PCR, the reports snoozed, indicating to be positive. As severe breathlessness had subdued the drive for life, my Mother and my brother were admitted to the government hospital, Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, and were placed under oxygen support. The next day, my father was unable to cope up with the growing fatigue and dyspnea, he was also admitted to the hospital. Ordinary oxygen support could not quench the grave needs of father’s body, and he was shifted to the heavy oxygen support, in ventilator, under intensive care. In congruency, Mother’s health, too, became sublime, and was also shifted to I.C.U.. I left Bhopal, for Jabalpur, for if I could serve them, being available physically. But, on the same night, father breathed his last, in the I.C.U., on 30th April 2021. My Mother and brother were in the hospital, sister-in-law and my nephew were struggling with mild symptoms, and I was travelling blandly, remembering Thy Name. I was not alone, Her words echoed in my ears, and reminded me- “Feel God to be with you. Your God is within you. There is nothing in this world which I and He cannot do together.”
With ultimate faith, awareness, and ‘consciously’, I performed the last rituals of cremation. In the holy month of Ramazaan, on the day of holy Friday (Juma), in the Brahma Muhurta, He left His physical form, and surely united with the Infinity; attained Salvation. She explained the elaborate significance of such a holy time, and surely would have been redeemed from the cycles of births and rebirths. Her words are like an ambrosia, which makes our faith on Lord, sweet and full of aroma, bringing water in our ‘minds’, for attaining Salvation, by dying this very moment. It is fun, if we unite with the Infinity, and are freed from the responsibility of hanging upside down, for nine months in Mother’s womb, birth after birth.

My brother coped up with the illness, and returned back home, from the hospital. My Mother, was still in the I.C.U., and could feel the lose of father, by intuition. Her health was dwindling, but under Her guidance, I spoke about the demise of father, with courage and faith, to Mother. With a stupefying innateness, She accepted the fact.
After two days, She was shifted to the general ward, but was relying on oxygen support. I got some opportunity to serve Mother, during the day I used to stay with Her, taking care of Her basic needs. I got a chance to contemplate over disease, senescence, and demise. I could acknowledge the destructible and mortal nature of this aggregate of five elements. “I might also be lying on my deathbed soon, but I should remain in remembrance of the Divine, till the breaths sublime to zero.”
Mother’s health did not show increment in the graphical patterns. They were staggered. She used to wail and whine all day, and expected to be taken care of at each dwindling breathe, She asked for assistance from the doctor, whenever She was very restless. I used to ask my Mentor if I could turn the knob to zero, cutting off the oxygen supply, for She may be freed from the physical form, for ever. But, my guide said-“If She is not ready to renounce the body, then we can’t force Her, She would undergo terrible pain while leaving the form. We can’t force Her to do so, but we can serve Her till Her last breathe.” With innateness, I accepted the words, and without planning for the future, I ‘could’ serve Her. I always tried to remember the Divine presence, at each breathe. Breathe became my rosary.
On 9th May 2021, it was the occasion of Mother’s Day. I spoke about the waning health of my Mother, to my Mentor. She said-“Didi, When She is in conscious state, ask Her if She is willing to help a young person, with oxygen and bed. Ask Her if She is keen for uniting with Her deity, free from all the physical sufferings.” I accepted the words, in their pureness, and asked Mother the same. She answered that if God takes Her with Him, then She was ready. I asked Her the same, many times to know Her real mental status, She agreed with great submission. I turned off the oxygen supply. For about twelve hours, She didn’t panic and remained in Divine remembrance, chanted “SitaRama, SitaRama….”. Even in the grave bouts of pain, She didn’t call for the doctor, and bore it with valor. Chanting and recitation of Mahamrityunjaya Mantra went on, ceaselessly. I fasted for Her smooth journey to Salvation, and kept on praying to Lord, for helping Her slip into Tranquility, with peace. On 10th April 2021, in Brahma Muhurta, at about 4.15 a.m., She breathed Her last. Before leaving the physical abode, She was aware, and asked for any kind of formalities, left for Her to be completed, as a part of Her responsibility. She was asked to take rest. With a superlative degree of innocence, She asked that if She could die there after. Her nephew asked Her to take rest. In this way, in the state of consciousness, contemplating the words “SitaRama”, She left Her body, and united with the Eternity.

In this entire set of narrations, I have highlighted Her words, placing them in double quotes, as they are not merely the enunciations of a teacher, but the sayings of Power, which always kept my mercury levels of faith, trust and enthusiasm at optimum levels. If all of us comprehend these sayings with a pure heart, we may be able to attain Salvation, this very moment. Obedience renders Bliss, even on the deathbed.