"They alone live who live for others" Swami Vivekananda | "Rise up and vow to do something about the cause. Use your energy to not profess your love for me but to preserve, practice, and propagate the Vedas. It would mean the most to me. In fact, it’s everything to me. That’s the reason I’m still here." Om Swami | Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/trivediravi/
Ravi's Followers
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His forgetful, foolish and arrogant child. Sheltered and provided for by Swamiji in His infinite mercy.
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Rohinee Karmarkar-Sharma is living in immense gratitude. She finds running deeply meditative and is the president for life of the Good Coffee Equals Good Mood Equals Good Day club !
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Dentist. A Seeker. An initiate of Sri Ramakrishna order. Blessed to be born in this ancient land of the Rishis and to have met Om Swami. To serve and to realize the Divine in everyone and everything.
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Subbu is who I am, Gurusharan is who I want to be. Right now it seems like a long arduous path, but who knows!!! If Grace allows, I might get there in the blink of an eye.
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From an atheist to novice devotee, journey was and is amazing. Mechanical Engineer by profession, presently working in Saudi Arabia. Basking in Guru's ever present Grace.
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I am a humble seeker in search of my own truth. A senior corporate leader with a life purpose of putting hope in hearts . I share myself with the world through astrology, music and writing. A story-teller at heart , I am privileged to serve the os.me community through the Samurai council. I hope to receive the grace of my Master as I try to fulfil my purpose and take baby steps on the spiritual path.
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I take great pride and responsibility in being a disciple of one of the rarest being to grace this earth His Holiness Shrimaan Om Swami. His Name is my real identity and His color orche is colour of my soul. Om shree matrey namah.
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There is nothing special about me. Just an ordinary human trying her best to give what she has to the world...💕💕
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A crazy cuckoo in love, singing glories of my Mother Divine; a teardrop at the pink lotus feet of my Master, a nobody, just a happy bundle of life, full of my Mother's joy who only wishes to spread loving kindness, smiles, hope and compassion around, truthfully treading the path that my Master lights in his playground. I am not a Bhakta, I am not a Gyani, I am not a worker for the Lord. These are only what I aspire to be blessed as. What am I then? A tool in the hands of my Master, a flute blown by the Divine Enchanter, a leaf driven by the breath of the Goddess - that's all the labels I would wish to identify with to introduce myself for the rest will fall off anyways.
