Mast Mohanji Trainer of our Crazy Wild Horse-Mind

The Lessons We Resist Yet Desperately Need to Hear

Author: Bhola Van De Wijngaard

Once, a Master from India went to Australia in search of a true disciple, much like a horse trainer seeking a powerful stallion who could win races and fund the Master’s essential seva projects.

In Australia, where the wildest horse population (400,000) roams, the Master saw a strong and fierce stallion, the leader of a large group of wild horses. This leader’s duty was to protect the group and guide them in harmony; he had fought hard to become the leader. When the Master approached, the wild horses panicked and ran, trampling any innocent animals in their way.

The Master and the stallion finally stood face to face. The Master threw a lasso around the stallion’s neck, tying him to a tree, then left for two days. During those days, the stallion cried out loudly for his group, injuring his neck in the process and enduring intense pain. Yet, the group he had always protected was nowhere to be found. He was in pain, thirsty, and hungry. On the third day, the Master returned with water and food, setting it in front of him before leaving again.

On the fourth day, the Master came closer, offering a bucket of water in his hands, and this time the stallion accepted, drinking from the bucket. The same happened with food, and as the stallion began to trust the Master, he allowed him to clean his bleeding wounds and nurse him daily with utmost love over the next month. The stallion came to understand that his group had abandoned him when he needed them most. Now free of the rope, he was able to roam a beautiful fenced area, daily waiting and longing for his Master’s return.

For many months, this bond grew. The stallion understood that the group had nothing to offer him and had left him in his time of need. He surrendered fully to the Master’s loving care and eventually allowed him to sit upon his back—a gesture of respect. Following his Master’s guidance with pride, he trained daily for races. After two years, he entered his first competition, happy to serve the Master he loved so deeply. Winning competitions worldwide, he earned millions for his Master, who would never abandon him as his group once did.

The stallion never cared about people who cursed him when he lost or cheered loudly when he won. He cared only for his Master’s love and the gentle words whispered to him: “Good boy, good boy, my boy, my boy, my boy.”

When he retired, his Master, Mohanji, used the prize money to inaugurate many seva projects, including those for disabled children. These children were even allowed to sit on the humble, grateful horse, who understood he was never alone. His beloved Master, Mohanji, would always be by his side, forever occupying the only divine loveseat in his heart of longing.

Note: This story symbolizes the sacred Master-Disciple relationship, with horses serving as a metaphor for the disciple’s untamed mind. The author deeply cherishes and respects horses, living by the principles of Ahimsa (non-violence) and advocating compassion for all beings.