When the Supreme feels to bring the message of Truth to the world, He simply takes
birth in a mortal body.
At the dawning of the twentieth century in a place called East Bengal, presently
Bangladesh, a child was born.
The Divine child was a boy named Amiya Roy Chowdhury. At his birth, the Fragrance
emitting from His body was proof to them of the child’s Divine Nature.
His mother and father both had revelations that the Divine Himself would be born to
them. His family was landowners of considerable wealth, education and social position.
From His earliest childhood He knew and spoke only of the Oneness. He would not
and could not be attracted or distracted by the toys and glitter of worldly things. The first
six years of His life were marked with many mysterious happenings attributed to Him. He
was loved by all for His physical beauty, radiance and charming nature.
Famous saints, gurus and scholars were attracted to visit His parent’s home. They
were astounded at little Amiya’s knowledge of Scriptures and they could only bow down
before Him as he revealed the Truth of the Eternal Oneness of humanity.
At the age of seven, Amiya left the home of His parents to wander in the jungles and
the forests of the Himalayas. He wandered not as a seeker after Truth, but to tell the socalled holy people, gurus, babas, Sadhus and sanyasins, the truth of Truths. He spoke as if He were the Supreme Authority of the Universe, telling that God and Love were not to be found in the practice of austerities, sitting in caves, building temples, maths, and ashrams or by renouncing and denouncing God’s creation.
After years had gone by, Amiya would return to His parent’s home for a short while and then be gone again. His mother suffered greatly as later did His wife as He wandered about speaking of Truth.
For the next sixty years He acted out many roles in the play of life. He was author,
director and star. Often He was seen simultaneously in different places as a holy man in
temples and mosques; as a famous singer of devotional songs on All India Radio; as a
banker, businessman, Sanskrit scholar and miracle man of Calcutta.
In the year 1967, after experiencing the play of the world for those many years, He
announced Himself as Dadaji (respected elder brother).
Immediately, Dadaji claimed that a person could never be guru or Bhagawan. He made His life as close to our likeness and image as possible. He had a wife, children, a house, and a business.
Great scholars and scientists of both the east and the west were drawn to Dadaji.
Hearing His radical interpretation of the scriptures, some were shocked, others amazed.
His light made some flee, not being able to accept, but at the same time being unable
to deny, they fled back into the dark ignorance of their superstitions. Most bowed down
before Dadaji in the Light of Truth.
All forms of miracles, healing, manifestations and materializations were witnessed and
recorded for posterity.
Dadaji’s Divine Fragrance was simultaneously experienced around the world. His Fragrance is sure witness to the fact that Dadaji is beyond comprehension of mortal minds to explain Him, understand Him or His manifestations.
He then moved about the world for many years at His own expense --- always defying the formation of any organization, ashram or temple in His name. Constantly Dadaji said the whole world is His ashram, the body itself is His temple, why the need for collecting money to build churches and organizations There are many levels of and different schools of philosophy, theology, and psychology. There is only one Truth, Dadaji tells, The Whole Truth and nothing but the Truth.
Hearing Dadaji is being reminded of the most important thing we have forgotten at birth, the Key to Life and Love itself. He is for-giving, we are for-getting. He is both personal and impersonal. When Dadaji speaks it is not as one who has studied formally.
Taking the subject of Art, for example, He has no worldly education or credentials. He
speaks not as the artist, but as the One who created the art and the artist.
This DADA UPANISAD is for those few who are ready to hear and feel the Truth.
By His Divine wish and the Supreme Authority, this writing comes after many years, or
as Dadaji says, many lifetimes, sitting at His feet. The first time I entered his bedroom in
Calcutta, Dadaji was reclining. He sat upright, opened His arms, embraced and kissed me. His Fragrance bathed my being. I felt the greatest joy of life, like a mother feels at seeing her firstborn. I felt both being born and having given birth to myself in His presence.
In his regal and majestic simplicity, Dadaji looked like a God. No words were spoken. I
felt His Love embracing my heart and Mahanam became revealed to me. I continue
sitting at His feet eternally.
As in the tradition of the Upanisads, the writer is irrelevant. The only relevance is that
Dadaji and His words of Truth be remembered as the guide for the present and future
generations of lovers of Truth.
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