Death of a Guru

Death of a Guru

by Rabi R. Maharaj

Rabi R. Maharaj came from a long line of Brahmin priests and gurus and trained as a yogi. He meditated for many hours each day, but gradually disillusionment set in. He describes Hindu life and custom, vividly and honestly tracing his difficult search for meaning and his struggle to choose between Hinduism and Christianity.At a time when Eastern mysticism, religion, and philosophy fascinate many in the West, Maharaj offers fresh and important insights from the perspective of his own experience.A unique revelation of the inward struggles of a Hindu and the ultimate triumph over death that he discovered. I found it challenging and inspiring. Must reading.Hal Lindsey

  • Language: English
  • Category: Biography
  • Rating: 4.23
  • Pages: 208
  • Publish Date: June 1st 1984 by Harvest House Publishers
  • Isbn10: 0890814341
  • Isbn13: 9780890814345

What People Think about "Death of a Guru"

This is a good biography to read if you want to know about the Hindu culture of India and what it is like to practice Hinduism. He had reached a point of such spiritual aptitude that he could go into yogic trances through his meditation practice and see psychedelic colors, hear heavenly music, and visit with the deities that he worshipped. Another time he felt unseen hands hold his foot down while a tire of a truck went over his foot, crushing it.

Written by a former Hindu Brahmin, this book is eye opening regarding the Hindu religion and the subtle but powerful influence this worldview is having in the West through yoga, TM and the like.

Reading this was a pivotal reminder of the serious (and sometimes dark) spiritual power that religion can have.

Having devoted his whole life to his religion and having become great in the eyes of his Hindu community, he does his best to justify the inconsistencies he begins to recognize in his religion and push aside his doubts, but he eventually comes to a breaking point at which he faces the emptiness and darkness of his own heart and his inability to do anything to save himself. Through a series of events, and ultimately by Gods awakening of his heart, he eventually comes to Christ, casting aside everything he had built his life on up to this point.

The Death of a Guru is a personal biography about Rabi and his conversion experience from Hinduism to Christianity. Before Rabis birth his father (Chandrabhan Ragbir Sharma Mohair) made a vow of asceticism, he did not talk for eight years. Chandrabhan Ragbir Sharma MohairRabis spent his hours, days, weeks, and years in deep and disciplined mediatation. This reality hurt Rabi, but he knew that his father was a holy man, a god. It was believed that his father was an avatar (incarnated deity); people from all around would come to worship him. As a result, it was also believed that Rabi would follow in his fathers footsteps to become a great Hindu Yogi. During meditation he experienced hallucinations of the gods, and became fearful of them, but that did not deter his worship or devotion to Hinduism. As a teenager, on two different occasions, Rabi experienced great danger, potentially life threatening. He believed that the gods were trying to harm him, and he could not understand why. Rabi was so devoted to Hinduism. After his fathers death Rabis mother went to India to attend school. Upon his mothers return, Rabi told his mother how he had become a Christian. The next autobiography, conversion testimony that I intend to read and review is I Dared to Call Him Father: The Miraculous Story of a Muslim Womans Encounter With God, look for it.

"Why is Father that way?" I would ask my mother, still too young to understand. And that's what you are too, Rabi." Father had set an example, achieved wide acclaim, and earned the worship of many, and it was inevitable that upon his death his mantle would fall upon me. When father died I felt I had lost everything. Though I had scarcely known him as my father, he had been my inspiration -- a god -- and now he was dead. In that moment of frozen terror, out of the past came my mother's voice, repeating words I had long forgotten: "Rabi, if ever you're in real danger and nothing else seems to work, there's another god you can pray to. Breathless and still trembling, I was filled with wondering gratitude to this amazing god, Jesus.