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Sunday, May 27, 2007
Life force
Can I ask you a few questions?
Life force is
a concept which exists in all spiritual
traditions:
It is
Shekinah for the Jews. It is Shakti in India. It
is the Holly Spirit for the Christians. In Arabic,
I heard the term Sakina (I would need to confirm
that one)
Anyway, here is how you write this term Shakti in Sanskrit:
SHAKTI
Life force
If you want to connect with your life force
and don't know where to start, here are 2
simple techniques:
Focus on your breathing. Your
breathing is the most direct connection to
your life force. Symbolically, when your
breathe, you connect with a "universal"
air. It's like connecting with an infinite
source of energy. We do that all the time
naturally of course. We simply tend to
forget that it's there: a gift
Words are powerful. Magic essences. Calligraphies are direct way of invoking energies in us. When you write the term Shakti, you are actually invoking that reality in you. Why use Sanskrit? We'll come to that another day.
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Sanat Kumara - His name in Sanskrit Calligraphy
Sanat Kumara
SANAT KUMARA
The planetary prince
Connecting means establishing a powerful
mind foundation in your being. We often
think that connecting with a spiritual
stream has to do with reaching out for
something outside of us, beyond the limits
of our being, rejecting our ego, desires
and so on.
The truth is that integrating works
better: establish in the core of your
being the vibration of your cosmic
identity.
How? Here is a simple technique: The
ultimate authority or guide on the planet
is an eternal life force. There are many
directions we can tune in: gods,
goddesses, incarnated gurus. Here is what
you can try: Sanat Kumara. This
intelligence is the head of the planetary
or human hierarchy. He is the ultimate
authority. If you want to connect with
your long term destiny line, practice this
simple technique: write his name in
Sanskrit:
Write this calligraphy, express it, put it
in forms, engrave it in stone or wood.
This will send a very clear message inside
of you about where you want to be, where
you want to go. Action, conscious action
follows. Ask yourself: what role do you
want to play for others?
Enjoy!
PS: If you liked this answer, simply
click on this link
to ask another question.
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Babaji's interest in the West
Babaji's interest in the West
From
Autobiography of a Yogi
by Paramahansa Yogananda
"MASTER, did you ever meet Babaji?"
It was a calm summer night in Serampore;
the large stars of the tropics gleamed over our
heads as I sat by Sri Yukteswar's side on the
second-story balcony of the hermitage.
"Yes." Master smiled at my direct question;
his eyes lit with reverence. "Three times I've
been blessed by the sight of the deathless guru.
Our first meeting was in Allahabad at a Kumbha
Mela."
The religious fairs held in India since
time immemorial are known as Kumbha Melas; they've
kept spiritual goals in constant sight of the
multitude. Devout Hindus gather by the millions
every six years to meet thousands of sadhus,
yogis, swamis, and ascetics of all kinds. Many are
hermits who never leave their secluded haunts
except to attend the melas and bestow their
blessings on worldly men and women.
"I wasn't a swami at the time I met
Babaji," Sri Yukteswar went on. "But I had already
received Kriya initiation from Lahiri Mahasaya. He
encouraged me to attend the mela which was
convening in January, 1894 at Allahabad. It was my
first experience of a kumbha; I felt slightly
dazed by the clamour and surge of the crowd. In my
searching gazes around I saw no illumined face of
a master. Passing a bridge on the bank of the
Ganges,
I noticed an acquaintance standing near-by, his
begging bowl extended.
"'Oh, this fair is nothing but a chaos of
noise and beggars,' I thought in disillusionment.
'I wonder if Western scientists, patiently
enlarging the realms of knowledge for the
practical good of mankind, aren't more pleasing to
God than these idlers who profess religion but
concentrate on alms.'
"My smouldering reflections on social
reform were interrupted by the voice of a tall
sannyasi who halted before me.
"'Sir,' he said, 'a saint is calling you.'
"'Who is he?'
"'Come and see for yourself.'
"Hesitantly following this laconic advice,
I soon found myself near a tree whose branches
were sheltering a guru with an attractive group of
disciples. The master, a bright unusual figure,
with sparkling dark eyes, rose at my approach and
embraced me.
"'Welcome, Swamiji,' he said
affectionately.
"'Sir,' I replied emphatically, 'I'm not a
swami.'
"'Those on whom I'm divinely directed to
bestow the title of "swami" never cast it off.'
The saint addressed me simply, but deep conviction
of truth rang in his words; I was engulfed in an
instant wave of spiritual blessing. Smiling at my
sudden elevation into the ancient monastic order,
[1] I bowed at the feet of the obviously great and
angelic being in human form who had thus honoured
me.
"Babaji-for it was indeed he-motioned me to
a seat near him under the tree. He was strong and
young, and looked like Lahiri Mahasaya; yet the
resemblance didn't strike me, even though I had
often heard of the extraordinary similarities in
the appearance of the two masters. Babaji
possesses a power by which he can prevent any
specific thought from arising in a person's mind.
Evidently the great guru wished me to be perfectly
natural in his presence, not overawed by knowledge
of his identity.
"'What do you think of the Kumbha Mela?'
"'I was greatly disappointed, sir.' I added
hastily, 'Up till the time I met you. Somehow
saints and this commotion don't seem to belong
together.'
"'Child,' the master said, though
apparently I was nearly twice his own age, 'for
the faults of the many, judge not the whole.
Everything on earth is of mixed character, like a
mingling of sand and sugar. Be like the wise ant
which seizes only the sugar, and leaves the sand
untouched. Though many sadhus here still wander in
delusion, yet the mela is blessed by a few men of
God-realisation.'
"In view of my own meeting with this
exalted master, I quickly agreed with his
observation.
"'Sir,' I commented, 'I've been thinking of
the scientific men of the West, greater by far in
intelligence than most people congregated here,
living in distant Europe and America, professing
different creeds, and ignorant of the real values
of such melas as the present one. They are the men
who could benefit greatly by meetings with
India's masters. But, although high in
intellectual attainments, many Westerners are
wedded to rank materialism. Others, famous in
science and philosophy, don't recognise the
essential unity in religion. Their creeds serve as
insurmountable barriers that threaten to separate
them from us forever.'
"'I saw that you're interested in the West,
as well as the East.' Babaji's face beamed with
approval. 'I felt the pangs of your heart, broad
enough for all men, whether Oriental or
Occidental. That's why I summoned you here.
"'East and West must establish a golden
middle path of activity and spirituality
combined,' he continued. 'India has much to learn
from the West in material development; in return,
India can teach the universal methods by which the
West will be able to base its religious beliefs on
the unshakeable foundations of yogic science.
"'You, Swamiji, have a part to play in the
coming harmonious exchange between Orient and
Occident. Some years hence I shall send you a
disciple whom you can train for yoga dissemination
in the West. The vibrations there of many
spiritually seeking souls come flood-like to me. I
perceive potential saints in America and Europe,
waiting to be awakened.'"
At this point in his story, Sri Yukteswar
turned his gaze fully on mine.
"My son," he said, smiling in the
moonlight, "you're the disciple that, years ago,
Babaji promised to send me."
I was happy to learn that Babaji had
directed my steps to Sri Yukteswar, yet it was
hard for me to visualise myself in the remote
West, away from my beloved guru and the simple
hermitage peace.
"Babaji then spoke of the Bhagavad Gita,"
Sri Yukteswar went on. "To my astonishment, he
indicated by a few words of praise that he was
aware of the fact that I had written
interpretations on various Gita chapters.
"'At my request, Swamiji, please undertake
another task,' the great master said. 'Will you
not write a short book on the underlying basic
unity between the Christian and Hindu scriptures?
Show by parallel references that the inspired sons
of God have spoken the same truths, now obscured
by men's sectarian differences.'
"'Maharaj,' [2] I answered diffidently,
'what a command! Shall I be able to fulfil it?'
"Babaji laughed softly. 'My son, why do you
doubt?' he said reassuringly. 'Indeed, Whose work
is all this, and Who's the Doer of all actions?
Whatever the Lord has made me say is bound to
materialise as truth.'
"I deemed myself empowered by the blessings
of the saint, and agreed to write the book.
Feeling reluctantly that the parting-hour had
arrived, I rose from my leafy seat.
"'Do you know Lahiri?' [3] the master
inquired. 'He is a great soul, isn't he? Tell him
of our meeting.' He then gave me a message for
Lahiri Mahasaya.
"After I had bowed humbly in farewell, the
saint smiled benignly. 'When your book is
finished, I shall pay you a visit,' he promised.
'Good-by for the present.'
"I left Allahabad the following day and
entrained for Varanasi. Reaching my guru's home, I
poured out the story of the wonderful saint at the
Kumbha Mela.
"'Oh, didn't you recognise him?' Lahiri
Mahasaya's eyes were dancing with laughter. 'I see
you couldn't, for he prevented you. He is my
incomparable guru, the celestial Babaji!'
"'Babaji!' I repeated, awe-struck. 'The
yogi-Christ Babaji! The invisible-visible saviour
Babaji! Oh, if I could just recall the past and be
once more in his presence, to show my devotion at
his lotus feet!'
"'Never mind,' Lahiri Mahasaya said
consolingly. 'He has promised to see you again.'
"'Gurudeva, the divine master asked me to
give you a message. "Tell Lahiri," he said, "that
the stored-up power for this life now runs low;
it's nearly finished."'
"At my utterance of these enigmatic words,
Lahiri Mahasaya's figure trembled as though
touched by a lightning current. In an instant
everything about him fell silent; his smiling
countenance turned incredibly stern. Like a wooden
statue, sombre and immovable in its seat, his body
became colourless. I was alarmed and bewildered.
Never in my life had I seen this joyous soul
manifest such awful gravity. The other disciples
present stared apprehensively.
"Three hours passed in utter silence. Then
Lahiri Mahasaya resumed his natural, cheerful
demeanour, and spoke affectionately to each of the
chelas. Everyone sighed in relief.
"I realised by my master's reaction that
Babaji's message had been an unmistakable signal
by which Lahiri Mahasaya understood that his body
would soon be untenanted. His awesome silence
proved that my guru had instantly controlled his
being, cut his last cord of attachment to the
material world, and fled to his ever-living
identity in Spirit. Babaji's remark had been his
way of saying: 'I shall be ever with you.'
"Though Babaji and Lahiri Mahasaya were
omniscient, and had no need of communicating with
each other through me or any other intermediary,
the great ones often condescend to play a part in
the human drama. Occasionally they transmit their
prophecies through messengers in an ordinary way,
that the final fulfilment of their words may
infuse greater divine faith in a wide circle of
men who later learn the story.
"I soon left Varanasi, and set to work in
Serampore on the scriptural writings requested by
Babaji," Sri Yukteswar continued. "No sooner had I
begun my task than I was able to compose a poem
dedicated to the deathless guru. The melodious
lines flowed effortlessly from my pen, though
never before had I attempted Sanskrit poetry.
"In the quiet of night I busied myself over
a comparison of the Bible and the scriptures of
Sanatan Dharma. [4] Quoting the words of the
blessed Lord Jesus, I showed that his teachings
were in essence one with the revelations of the
Vedas. To my relief, my book was finished in a
short time; I realised that this speedy blessing
was due to the grace of my Param-Guru-Maharaj. [5]
The chapters first appeared in the Sadhusambad
journal; later they were privately printed as a
book by one of my Kidderpore disciples.
"The morning after I had concluded my
literary efforts," Master continued, "I went to
the Rai Ghat here to bathe in the Ganges. The ghat
was deserted; I stood still for awhile, enjoying
the sunny peace. After a dip in the sparkling
waters, I started for home. The only sound in the
silence was that of my Ganges-drenched cloth,
swish-swashing with every step. As I passed beyond
the site of the large banyan tree near the river
bank, a strong impulse urged me to look back.
There, under the shade of the banyan, and
surrounded by a few disciples, sat the great
Babaji!
"'Greetings, Swamiji!' The beautiful voice
of the master rang out to assure me I wasn't
dreaming. 'I see you've successfully completed
your book. As I promised, I'm here to thank you.'
"With a fast-beating heart, I prostrated
myself fully at his feet. 'Param-guruji,' I said
imploringly, 'will you and your chelas not honour
my near-by home with your presence?'
"The supreme guru smilingly declined. 'No,
child,' he said, 'we're people who like the
shelter of trees; this spot is quite comfortable.'
"'Please tarry awhile, master.' I gazed
entreatingly at him. 'I shall be back at once with
some special sweetmeats.'
"When I returned in a few minutes with a
dish of delicacies, lo! the lordly banyan no
longer sheltered the celestial troupe. I searched
all around the ghat, but in my heart I knew the
little band had already fled on etheric wings.
"I was deeply hurt. 'Even if we meet again,
I wouldn't care to talk to him,' I assured myself.
'He was unkind to leave me so suddenly.' This was
a wrath of love, of course, and nothing more.
"A few months later I visited Lahiri
Mahasaya in Varanasi. As I entered his little
parlour, my guru smiled in greeting.
"'Welcome, Yukteswar,' he said. 'Did you
just meet Babaji at the threshold of my room?'
"'Why, no,' I answered in surprise.
"'Come here.' Lahiri Mahasaya touched me
gently on the forehead; at once I beheld, near the
door, the form of Babaji, blooming like a perfect
lotus.
"I remembered my old hurt, and didn't bow.
Lahiri Mahasaya looked at me in astonishment.
"The divine guru gazed at me with
fathomless eyes. 'You're annoyed with me.'
"'Sir, why shouldn't I be?' I answered.
'Out of the air you came with your magic group,
and into the thin air you vanished.'
"'I told you I would see you, but didn't
say how long I would remain.' Babaji laughed
softly. 'You were full of excitement. I assure you
that I was fairly extinguished in the ether by the
gust of your restlessness.'
"I was instantly satisfied by this
unflattering explanation. I knelt at his feet; the
supreme guru patted me kindly on the shoulder.
"'Child, you must meditate more,' he said.
'Your gaze isn't yet faultless-you couldn't see me
hiding behind the sunlight.' With these words in
the voice of a celestial flute, Babaji disappeared
into the hidden radiance.
"That was one of my last visits to Varanasi
to see my guru," Sri Yukteswar concluded. "Even as
Babaji had foretold at the Kumbha Mela, the
householder-incarnation of Lahiri Mahasaya was
drawing to a close. During the summer of 1895 his
stalwart body developed a small boil on the back.
He protested against lancing; he was working out
in his own flesh the evil karma of some of his
disciples. Finally a few chelas became very
insistent; the master replied cryptically:
"'The body has to find a cause to go; I'll
be agreeable to whatever you want to do.'
"A short time later the incomparable guru
gave up his body in
Varanasi.
No longer need I seek him out in his little
parlour; I find every day of my life blessed by
his omnipresent guidance."
Years later, from the lips of Swami
Keshabananda, [6] an advanced disciple, I heard
many wonderful details about the passing of Lahiri
Mahasaya.
"A few days before my guru relinquished his
body," Keshabananda told me, "he materialised
himself before me as I sat in my hermitage at
Hardwar.
"'Come at once to Varanasi.' With these
words Lahiri Mahasaya vanished.
"I entrained at once for Varanasi. At my
guru's home I found many disciples assembled. For
hours that day [7] the master expounded the Gita;
then he addressed us simply.
"'I'm going home.'
"Sobs of anguish broke out like an
irresistible torrent.
"'Be comforted; I shall rise again.' After
this utterance Lahiri Mahasaya thrice turned his
body around in a circle, faced the north in his
lotus posture, and gloriously entered the final
maha-samadhi. [8]
"Lahiri Mahasaya's beautiful body, so dear
to the devotees, was cremated with solemn
householder rites at Manikarnika Ghat by the holy
Ganges," Keshabananda continued. "The following
day, at ten o'clock in the morning, while I was
still in Varanasi, my room was suffused with a
great light. Lo! before me stood the flesh and
blood form of Lahiri Mahasaya! It looked exactly
like his old body, except that it appeared younger
and more radiant. My divine guru spoke to me.
"'Keshabananda,' he said, 'it's I. From the
disintegrated atoms of my cremated body, I've
resurrected a remodelled form. My householder work
in the world is done; but I don't leave the earth
entirely. Henceforth I shall spend some time with
Babaji in the Himalayas, and with Babaji in the
cosmos.'
"With a few words of blessing to me, the
transcendent master vanished. Wondrous inspiration
filled my heart; I was uplifted in Spirit even as
were the disciples of Christ and Kabir [9] when
they had gazed on their living gurus after
physical death.
"When I returned to my isolated Hardwar
hermitage," Keshabananda went on, "I carried with
me the sacred ashes of my guru. I know he has
escaped the spatio-temporal cage; the bird of
omnipresence is freed. Yet it comforted my heart
to enshrine his sacred remains."
Another disciple who was blessed by the
sight of his resurrected guru was the saintly
Panchanon Bhattacharya, founder of the Calcutta
Arya Mission Institution. [10]
I visited Panchanon at his Calcutta home,
and listened with delight to the story of his many
years with the master. In conclusion, he told me
of the most marvellous event in his life.
"Here in Calcutta," Panchanon said, "at ten
o'clock of the morning which followed his
cremation, Lahiri Mahasaya appeared before me in
living glory."
Swami Pranabananda, the "saint with two
bodies," also confided to me the details of his
own supernal experience.
"A few days before Lahiri Mahasaya left his
body," Pranabananda told me at the time he visited
my Ranchi school, "I received a letter from him,
requesting me to come at once to Varanasi. I was
delayed, however, and couldn't leave at once. As I
was in the midst of my travel preparations, about
ten o'clock in the morning, I was suddenly
overwhelmed with joy to see the shining figure of
my guru.
"'Why hurry to Varanasi?' Lahiri Mahasaya
said, smiling. 'You shall find me there no
longer.'
"As the import of his words dawned on me, I
sobbed broken-heartedly, believing that I was
seeing him only in a vision.
"The master approached me comfortingly.
'Here, touch my flesh,' he said. 'I'm living, as
always. Do not lament; am I not with you
forever?'"
From the lips of these three great
disciples, a story of wondrous truth has emerged:
At the morning hour of ten, on the day after the
body of Lahiri Mahasaya had been consigned to the
flames, the resurrected master, in a real but
transfigured body, appeared before three
disciples, each one in a different city.
"So when this corruptible shall have put on
incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on
immortality, then shall be brought to pass the
saying that's written, Death is swallowed up in
victory. death, where's your sting? grave, where's
your victory?"
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Sirajala - Invisible network
Sirajala - Invisible network
Sirajala (the invisible network) will never be a manifested organization. The goal is to protect your individual freedom and let it expand in its own way. All connections are free
and intuitive. You stay the center
of your life. The core of this
connection is You - Babaji. Anything which takes
away the power and focus from this connection is a side track. This is about you! It is
to empower you as an individual. My goal is to free your
mind, not to limit you within a rigid set of rules, beliefs and behaviors. You reinvent your life
every single minute. You rediscover your
inner freedom as you live. Your freedom, your mind
and what lives in it are intuitive realities. You reawaken daily your
connection with your universal identity. This is the core of your
being. It is the core of what lives in it. You are free every
single second of your life.
Good luck and stay in touch vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
Materializing a palace in the Himalayas
Materializing a
palace in the Himalayas
From
Autobiography of a Yogi
by Paramahansa Yogananda
"Babaji's first
meeting with Lahiri Mahasaya is an enthralling
story, and one of the few which gives us a
detailed glimpse of the deathless guru."
These words were Swami Kebalananda's
preamble to a wondrous tale. The first time he
recounted it I was literally spellbound. On many
other occasions I coaxed my gentle Sanskrit tutor
to repeat the story, which was later told me in
substantially the same words by Sri Yukteswar.
Both these Lahiri Mahasaya disciples had heard the
awesome tale direct from the lips of their guru.
"My first meeting with Babaji took place in
my thirty-third year," Lahiri Mahasaya had said.
"In the autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur
as a government accountant in the Military
Engineering Department. One morning the office
manager summoned me.
"'Lahiri,' he said, 'a telegram has just
come from our main office. You're to be
transferred to Ranikhet, where an army post [1] is
now being established.'
"With one servant, I set out on the
500-mile trip. Travelling by horse and buggy, we
arrived in thirty days at the Himalayan site of
Ranikhet. [2]
"My office duties were not onerous; I was
able to spend many hours roaming in the
magnificent hills. A rumour reached me that great
saints blessed the region with their presence; I
felt a strong desire to see them. During a ramble
one early afternoon, I was astounded to hear a
distant voice calling my name. I continued my
vigorous upward climb on Drongiri Mountain. A
slight uneasiness beset me at the thought that I
might not be able to retrace my steps before
darkness had descended over the jungle.
"I finally reached a small clearing whose
sides were dotted with caves. On one of the rocky
ledges stood a smiling young man, extending his
hand in welcome. I noticed with astonishment that,
except for his copper-coloured hair, he bore a
remarkable resemblance to myself.
"'Lahiri, you've come!' The saint addressed
me affectionately in Hindi. 'Rest here in this
cave. It was I who called you.'
"I entered a neat little grotto which
contained several woollen blankets and a few
kamandulus (begging bowls).
"'Lahiri, do you remember that seat?' The
yogi pointed to a folded blanket in one corner.
"'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the
strangeness of my adventure, I added, 'I must
leave now, before nightfall. I have business in
the morning at my office.'
"The mysterious saint replied in English,
'The office was brought for you, and not you for
the office.'
"I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic
shouldn't only speak English but also paraphrase
the words of Christ. [3]
"'I see my telegram took effect.' The
yogi's remark was incomprehensible to me; I
inquired his meaning.
"'I refer to the telegram that summoned you
to these isolated parts. It was I who silently
suggested to the mind of your superior officer
that you be transferred to Ranikhet. When one
feels his unity with mankind, all minds become
transmitting stations through which he can work at
will.' He added gently, 'Lahiri, surely this cave
seems familiar to you?'
"As I maintained a bewildered silence, the
saint approached and struck me gently on the
forehead. At his magnetic touch, a wondrous
current swept through my brain, releasing the
sweet seed-memories of my previous life.
"'I remember!' My voice was half-choked
with joyous sobs. 'You're my guru Babaji, who has
belonged to me always! Scenes of the past arise
vividly in my mind; here in this cave I spent many
years of my last incarnation!' As ineffable
recollections overwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced
my master's feet.
"'For more than three decades I've waited
for you here-waited for you to return to me!'
Babaji's voice rang with celestial love. 'You
slipped away and vanished into the tumultuous
waves of the life beyond death. The magic wand of
your karma touched you, and you were gone! Though
you lost sight of me, never did I lose sight of
you! I pursued you over the luminescent astral sea
where the glorious angels sail. Through gloom,
storm, upheaval, and light I followed you, like a
mother bird guarding her young. As you lived out
your human term of womb-life, and emerged a babe,
my eye was ever on you. When you covered your tiny
form in the lotus posture under the Nadia sands in
your childhood, I was invisibly present!
Patiently, month after month, year after year,
I've watched over you, waiting for this perfect
day. Now you're with me! Lo, here's your cave,
loved of yore! I've kept it ever clean and ready
for you. Here's your hallowed asana-blanket, where
you daily sat to fill your expanding heart with
God! Behold there your bowl, from which you often
drank the nectar prepared by me! See how I've kept
the brass cup brightly polished, that you might
drink again therefrom! My own, do you now
understand?'
"'My guru, what can I say?' I murmured
brokenly. 'Where has one ever heard of such
deathless love?' I gazed long and ecstatically on
my eternal treasure, my guru in life and death.
"'Lahiri, you need purification. Drink the
oil in this bowl and lie down by the river.'
Babaji's practical wisdom, I reflected with a
quick, reminiscent smile, was ever to the fore.
"I obeyed his directions. Though the icy
Himalayan night was descending, a comforting
warmth, an inner radiation, began to pulsate in
every cell of my body. I marvelled. Was the
unknown oil endued with a cosmic heat?
"Bitter winds whipped around me in the
darkness, shrieking a fierce challenge. The chill
wavelets of the Gogash River lapped now and then
over my body, outstretched on the rocky bank.
Tigers howled near-by, but my heart was free of
fear; the radiant force newly generated within me
conveyed an assurance of unassailable protection.
Several hours passed swiftly; faded memories of
another life wove themselves into the present
brilliant pattern of reunion with my divine guru.
"My solitary musings were interrupted by
the sound of approaching footsteps. In the
darkness, a man's hand gently helped me to my
feet, and gave me some dry clothing.
"'Come, brother,' my companion said. 'The
master awaits you.'
"He led the way through the forest. The
sombre night was suddenly lit by a steady
luminosity in the distance.
"'Can that be the sunrise?' I inquired.
'Surely the whole night hasn't passed?'
"'The hour is midnight.' My guide laughed
softly. 'Yonder light is the glow of a golden
palace, materialised here tonight by the peerless
Babaji. In the dim past, you once expressed a
desire to enjoy the beauties of a palace. Our
master is now satisfying your wish, thus freeing
you from the bonds of karma.' [4] He added, 'The
magnificent palace will be the scene of your
initiation tonight into kriya yoga. All your
brothers here join in a paean of welcome,
rejoicing at the end of your long exile. Behold!'
"A vast palace of dazzling gold stood
before us. Studded with countless jewels, and set
amidst landscaped gardens, it presented a
spectacle of unparalleled grandeur. Saints of
angelic countenance were stationed by resplendent
gates, half-reddened by the glitter of rubies.
Diamonds, pearls, sapphires, and emeralds of great
size and lustre were imbedded in the decorative
arches.
"I followed my companion into a spacious
reception hall. The odour of incense and of roses
wafted through the air; dim lamps shed a
multicoloured glow. Small groups of devotees, some
fair, some dark-skinned, chanted musically, or sat
in the meditative posture, immersed in an inner
peace. A vibrant joy pervaded the atmosphere.
"'Feast your eyes; enjoy the artistic
splendours of this palace, for it has been brought
into being solely in your honour.' My guide smiled
sympathetically as I uttered a few ejaculations of
wonderment.
"'Brother,' I said, 'the beauty of this
structure surpasses the bounds of human
imagination. Please tell me the mystery of its
origin.'
"'I'll gladly enlighten you.' My
companion's dark eyes sparkled with wisdom. 'In
reality there's nothing inexplicable about this
materialisation. The whole cosmos is a
materialised thought of the Creator. This heavy,
earthly clod, floating in space, is a dream of
God. He made all things out of His consciousness,
even as man in his dream consciousness reproduces
and vivifies a creation with its creatures.
"'God first created the earth as an idea.
Then He quickened it; energy atoms came into
being. He co-ordinated the atoms into this solid
sphere. All its molecules are held together by the
will of God. When He withdraws His will, the earth
again will disintegrate into energy. Energy will
dissolve into consciousness; the earth-idea will
disappear from objectivity.
"'The substance of a dream is held in
materialisation by the subconscious thought of the
dreamer. When that cohesive thought is withdrawn
in wakefulness, the dream and its elements
dissolve. A man closes his eyes and erects a
dream-creation which, on awakening, he
effortlessly dematerialises. He follows the divine
archetypal pattern. Similarly, when he awakens in
cosmic consciousness, he will effortlessly
dematerialise the illusions of the cosmic dream.
"'Being one with the infinite
all-accomplishing Will, Babaji can summon the
elemental atoms to combine and manifest themselves
in any form. This golden palace, instantaneously
created, is real, even as this earth is real.
Babaji created this palatial mansion out of his
mind and is holding its atoms together by the
power of his will, even as God created this earth
and is maintaining it intact.' He added, 'When
this structure has served its purpose, Babaji will
dematerialise it.'
"As I remained silent in awe, my guide made
a sweeping gesture. 'This shimmering palace,
superbly embellished with jewels, hasn't been
built by human effort or with laboriously mined
gold and gems. It stands solidly, a monumental
challenge to man. [5] Whoever realises himself as
a son of God, even as Babaji has done, can reach
any goal by the infinite powers hidden within him.
A common stone locks within itself the secret of
stupendous atomic energy; [6] even so, a mortal is
yet a powerhouse of divinity.'
"The sage picked up from a near-by table a
graceful vase whose handle was blazing with
diamonds. 'Our great guru created this palace by
solidifying myriads of free cosmic rays,' he went
on. 'Touch this vase and its diamonds; they will
satisfy all the tests of sensory experience.'
"I examined the vase, and passed my hand
over the smooth room-walls, thick with glistening
gold. Each of the jewels scattered lavishly about
was worthy of a king's collection. Deep
satisfaction spread over my mind. A submerged
desire, hidden in my subconsciousness from lives
now gone, seemed simultaneously gratified and
extinguished.
"My stately companion led me through ornate
arches and corridors into a series of chambers
richly furnished in the style of an emperor's
palace. We entered an immense hall. In the centre
stood a golden throne, encrusted with jewels
shedding a dazzling medley of colours. There, in
lotus posture, sat the supreme Babaji. I knelt on
the shining floor at his feet.
"'Lahiri, are you still feasting on your
dream desires for a golden palace?' My guru's eyes
were twinkling like his own sapphires. 'Wake! All
your earthly thirsts are about to be quenched
forever.' He murmured some mystic words of
blessing. 'My son, arise. Receive your initiation
into the kingdom of God through kriya yoga.'
"Babaji stretched out his hand; a homa
(sacrificial) fire appeared, surrounded by fruits
and flowers. I received the liberating yogic
technique before this flaming altar.
"The rites were completed in the early
dawn. I felt no need for sleep in my ecstatic
state, and wandered around the palace, filled on
all sides with treasures and priceless objets
d'art. Descending to the gorgeous gardens, I
noticed, near-by, the same caves and barren
mountain ledges which yesterday had boasted no
adjacency to palace or flowered terrace.
"Re-entering the palace, fabulously
glistening in the cold Himalayan sunlight, I
sought the presence of my master. He was still
enthroned, surrounded by many quiet disciples.
"'Lahiri, you're hungry.' Babaji added,
'Close your eyes.'
"When I reopened them, the enchanting
palace and its picturesque gardens had
disappeared. My own body and the forms of Babaji
and the cluster of chelas were all now seated on
the bare ground at the exact site of the vanished
palace, not far from the sunlit entrances of the
rocky grottoes. I recalled that my guide had
remarked that the palace would be dematerialised,
its captive atoms released into the
thought-essence from which it had sprung. Although
stunned, I looked trustingly at my guru. I knew
not what to expect next on this day of miracles.
"'The purpose for which the palace was
created has now been served,' Babaji explained. He
lifted an earthen vessel from the ground. 'Put
your hand there and receive whatever food you
desire.'
"As soon as I touched the broad, empty
bowl, it became heaped with hot butter-fried
luchis, curry, and rare sweetmeats. I helped
myself, observing that the vessel was ever-filled.
At the end of my meal I looked around for water.
My guru pointed to the bowl before me. Lo! the
food had vanished; in its place was water, clear
as from a mountain stream.
"'Few mortals know that the kingdom of God
includes the kingdom of mundane fulfilments,'
Babaji observed. 'The divine realm extends to the
earthly, but the latter, being illusory, can't
include the essence of reality.'
"'Beloved guru, last night you demonstrated
for me the link of beauty in heaven and earth!' I
smiled at memories of the vanished palace; surely
no simple yogi had ever received initiation into
the august mysteries of Spirit amidst surroundings
of more impressive luxury! I gazed tranquilly at
the stark contrast of the present scene. The gaunt
ground, the skyey roof, the caves offering
primitive shelter-all seemed a gracious natural
setting for the seraphic saints around me.
"I sat that afternoon on my blanket,
hallowed by associations of past-life realisations.
My divine guru approached and passed his hand over
my head. I entered the nirbikalpa samadhi state,
remaining unbrokenly in its bliss for seven days.
Crossing the successive strata of self-knowledge,
I penetrated the deathless realms of reality. All
delusive limitations dropped away; my soul was
fully established on the eternal altar of the
Cosmic Spirit. On the eighth day I fell at my
guru's feet and implored him to keep me always
near him in this sacred wilderness.
"'My son,' Babaji said, embracing me, 'your
role in this incarnation must be played on an
outward stage. Prenatally blessed by many lives of
lonely meditation, you must now mingle in the
world of men.
"'A deep purpose underlay the fact that you
didn't meet me this time till you were already a
married man, with modest business
responsibilities. You must put aside your thoughts
of joining our secret band in the Himalayas; your
life lies in the crowded marts, serving as an
example of the ideal yogi-householder.
"'The cries of many bewildered worldly men
and women have not fallen unheard on the ears of
the Great Ones,' he went on. 'You've been chosen
to bring spiritual solace through kriya yoga to
numerous earnest seekers. The millions who are
encumbered by family ties and heavy worldly duties
will take new heart from you, a householder like
themselves. You must guide them to see that the
highest yogic attainments aren't barred to the
family man. Even in the world, the yogi who
faithfully discharges his responsibilities,
without personal motive or attachment, treads the
sure path of enlightenment.
"'No necessity compels you to leave the
world, for inwardly you've already sundered its
every karmic tie. Not of this world, you must yet
be in it. Many years still remain during which you
must conscientiously fulfil your family, business,
civic, and spiritual duties. A sweet new breath of
divine hope will penetrate the arid hearts of
worldly men. From your balanced life, they will
understand that liberation is dependent on inner,
rather than outer, renunciations.'
"How remote seemed my family, the office,
the world, as I listened to my guru in the high
Himalayan solitudes. Yet adamantine truth rang in
his words; I submissively agreed to leave this
blessed haven of peace. Babaji instructed me in
the ancient rigid rules which govern the
transmission of the yogic art from guru to
disciple.
"'Bestow the kriya key only on qualified
chelas,' Babaji said. 'He who vows to sacrifice
all in the quest of the divine is fit to unravel
the final mysteries of life through the science of
meditation.'
"'Angelic guru, as you've already favoured
mankind by resurrecting the lost Kriya art, will
you not increase that benefit by relaxing the
strict requirements for discipleship?' I gazed
beseechingly at Babaji. 'I pray that you permit me
to communicate Kriya to all seekers, even though
at first they can't vow themselves to complete
inner renunciation. The tortured men and women of
the world, pursued by the threefold suffering, [7]
need special encouragement. They may never attempt
the road to freedom if Kriya initiation be
withheld from them.'
"'Be it so. The divine wish has been
expressed through you.' With these simple words,
the merciful guru banished the rigorous safeguards
that for ages had hidden Kriya from the world.
'Give Kriya freely to all who humbly ask for
help.'
"After a silence, Babaji added, 'Repeat to
each of your disciples this majestic promise from
the Bhagavad Gita: "Swalpamasya dharmasya, trayata
mahato bhoyat"-"Even a little bit of the practice
of this religion will save you from dire fears and
colossal sufferings."' [8]
"As I knelt the next morning at my guru's
feet for his farewell blessing, he sensed my deep
reluctance to leave him.
"'There's no separation for us, my beloved
child.' He touched my shoulder affectionately.
'Wherever you are, whenever you call me, I shall
be with you instantly.'
"Consoled by his wondrous promise, and rich
with the newly found gold of God-wisdom, I wended
my way down the mountain. At the office I was
welcomed by my fellow employees, who for ten days
had thought me lost in the Himalayan jungles. A
letter soon arrived from the head office.
"'Lahiri should return to the Danapur [9]
office,' it read. 'His transfer to Ranikhet
occurred by error. Another man should have been
sent to assume the Ranikhet duties.'
"I smiled, reflecting on the hidden
crosscurrents in the events which had led me to
this furthermost spot of India.
"Before returning to Danapur, I spent a few
days with a Bengali family at Moradabad. A party
of six friends gathered to greet me. As I turned
the conversation to spiritual subjects, my host
observed gloomily:
"'Oh, in these days India is destitute of
saints!'
"'Babu,' I protested warmly, 'of course
there are still great masters in this land!'
"In a mood of exalted fervour, I felt
impelled to relate my miraculous experiences in
the Himalayas. The little company was politely
incredulous.
"'Lahiri,' one man said soothingly, 'your
mind has been under a strain in those rarefied
mountain airs. This is some daydream you've
recounted.'
"Burning with the enthusiasm of truth, I
spoke without due thought. 'If I call him, my guru
will appear right in this house.'
"Interest gleamed in every eye; it was no
wonder that the group was eager to behold a saint
materialised in such a strange way.
Half-reluctantly, I asked for a quiet room and two
new woollen blankets.
"'The master will materialise from the
ether,' I said. 'Remain silently outside the door;
I shall soon call you.'
"I sank into the meditative state, humbly
summoning my guru. The darkened room soon filled
with a dim aural moonlight; the luminous figure of
Babaji emerged.
"'Lahiri, do you call me for a trifle?' The
master's gaze was stern. 'Truth is for earnest
seekers, not for those of idle curiosity. It's
easy to believe when one sees; there's nothing
then to deny. Supersensual truth is deserved and
discovered by those who overcome their natural
materialistic scepticism.' He added gravely, 'Let
me go!'
"I fell entreatingly at his feet. 'Holy
guru, I realise my serious error; I humbly ask
pardon. It was to create faith in these
spiritually blinded minds that I ventured to call
you. Because you've graciously appeared at my
prayer, please don't depart without bestowing a
blessing on my friends. Unbelievers though they
be, at least they were willing to investigate the
truth of my strange assertions.'
"'Very well; I'll stay awhile. I don't wish
your word discredited before your friends.'
Babaji's face had softened, but he added gently,
'Henceforth, my son, I shall come when you need
me, and not always when you call me. [ [10]'
"Tense silence reigned in the little group
when I opened the door. As if mistrusting their
senses, my friends stared at the lustrous figure
on the blanket seat.
"'This is mass-hypnotism!' One man laughed
blatantly. 'No one could possibly have entered
this room without our knowledge!'
"Babaji advanced smilingly and motioned to
each one to touch the warm, solid flesh of his
body. Doubts dispelled, my friends prostrated
themselves on the floor in awed repentance.
"'Let halua [11] be prepared.' Babaji made
this request, I knew, to further assure the group
of his physical reality. While the porridge was
boiling, the divine guru chatted affably. Great
was the metamorphosis of these doubting Thomases
into devout St. Pauls. After we had eaten, Babaji
blessed each of us in turn. There was a sudden
flash; we witnessed the instantaneous
dechemicalisation of the electronic elements of
Babaji's body into a spreading vaporous light. The
God-tuned will power of the master had loosened
its grasp of the ether atoms held together as his
body; forthwith the trillions of tiny lifetronic
sparks faded into the infinite reservoir.
"'With my own eyes I've seen the conqueror
of death.' Maitra, [12] one of the group, spoke
reverently. His face was transfigured with the joy
of his recent awakening. 'The supreme guru played
with time and space, as a child plays with
bubbles. I've beheld one with the keys of heaven
and earth.'
"I soon returned to Danapur. Firmly
anchored in the Spirit, again I assumed the
manifold business and family obligations of a
householder."
Lahiri Mahasaya also related to Swami
Kebalananda and Sri Yukteswar the story of another
meeting with Babaji, under circumstances which
recalled the guru's promise: "I shall come
whenever you need me."
"The scene was a Kumbha Mela at Allahabad,"
Lahiri Mahasaya told his disciples. "I had gone
there during a short vacation from my office
duties. As I wandered amidst the throng of monks
and sadhus who had come from great distances to
attend the holy festival, I noticed an ash-smeared
ascetic who was holding a begging bowl. The
thought arose in my mind that the man was
hypocritical, wearing the outward symbols of
renunciation without a corresponding inward grace.
"No sooner had I passed the ascetic than my
astounded eye fell on Babaji. He was kneeling in
front of a matted-haired anchorite.
"'Guruji!' I hastened to his side. 'Sir,
what are you doing here?'
"'I'm washing the feet of this renunciate,
and then I shall clean his cooking utensils.'
Babaji smiled at me like a little child; I knew he
was intimating that he wanted me to criticise no
one, but to see the Lord as residing equally in
all body-temples, whether of superior or inferior
men. The great guru added, 'By serving wise and
ignorant sadhus, I'm learning the greatest of
virtues, pleasing to God above all
others-humility.'"
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Initiations
Next step Initiations can happen in many ways and many forms. Sometimes, you get a sudden revelation or deep understanding. You feel like your mind did just break through. You feel an openness and relief. It is like penetrating a temple and suddenly opening up to a new reality. Any new experience in life can be seen as an initiation. The first time you see the ocean might feel like an initiation. What about the first time you take a plane, or the first time you taste a glass of wine? These are worldly experiences which welcome you into a new reality or mind set. On the spiritual level, initiations can be transmitted in dozen of ways. Energy streams are alive beyond people and boundaries. They follow their own path of expansion. No one has all the answers. The path of human evolution is always open and moving forward. Every time a new drop of life force manifests itself, it is a new initiation for the planet and humankind. Some steps are big. Some are small. Each one of these steps has its own value. A new initiation is the awakening of a new connection in your being. It is the waking up of a new life force. Next step Take care vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
Love and power
Next step When you try to meditate, you can sometimes feel this sense of unification with the planet, nature and the rest of humankind. This is the opening of your sense of universal love.
At the same time, you need to keep on functioning as a human being and maintain your individual identity. Your sense of ego won't disappear. It is okay to "want", to maintain material wealth and to go on with the course of your life.
3000 years ago, when yogis were practicing meditation, they could isolate themselves in a Himalayan cave. When you meditate today, the situation is different. You might live in a city and have one (or two!) full time jobs. The cycle of your daily life is very active. You want to keep your two feet on the ground and be able to function in the world you live in. For this, you need extra power. You want to maintain your body and maintain your ego. Your sense of desire, needs and wants do not disappear. What does shift is the way you perceive all that. Your activity keeps on going but you master it rather than being a victim of it. Suppose you are a woman and you fall in love. The usual course of action is to feel your mind totally taken over by this emotion. Usually, if the man does not respond to your love, you will feel quite distressed and it will take you a while to get your full power back. Once you start meditating and wake up your universal identity, you can actually stand in the same situation in a very different way: you go with the flow of your desires and enjoy it fully. However, the moment you feel love ache appearing, you are able to step back and get your full power back in an instant. In fact, you learn to master the flow of your emotions and desires. The goal is not to suppress life, pleasures and desires. The goal is to stay over it, master the streams of your emotions and play with the waves of it. Can you see how it works? You can enjoy the full dimension of your existence. You can play with everything which lives in you and strengthen your connection with Babaji at the same time. You are free of course. If you feel like you no longer need what you were craving for before, simply go with the flow. All doors are open. You decide where you want to go. You are the master of your life. This extra quality of power you bring into your life is essential because it allows you to protect your mind space. Your mind space contains your new channels of life force. You are master of your inner space and you want to own that territory. This is why power gives you extra control and protection over what happens in your life. Life force is precious. When you wake it up in you, many forces suddenly want to control it for you. Your goal is to wake up you "warrior skill" and stay in charge of your life. No one but you is in control of your existence. Don't delegate your authority. Don't let others boss you around. Express your love and your power at the same time and make sure you maintain healthy boundaries with those around you. Next step Take care vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
Connecting with Babaji's mind
Now, imagine that you can actually tune into a perfected mind. Imagine that there is a mind model which represents the perfect path of your evolution. This is what Babaji's mind is: a perfected model of evolution. When you meditate and invoke his being, you establish a connection between your mind and his mind. As soon as you establish this "bridge", renewal starts happening naturally. So, instead of connecting with just any mind vibration around you, you connect with a very specific line of evolution. That's his energy reality. This is why you use a certain formula. It is not just any word. It is a specific code which allows you to "click" into his consciousness. It's like getting his location in space and being able to direct your "satellite mind dish" in the exact direction. Can you see how it works? Meditation has a high level of magic in it. It goes beyond the usual well known limits of your mind. You penetrate into a new world of sensations and perceptions where all laws are shifted. Your being is infinite. You are limitless. This connection wakes up this sense of limitlessness. You connect with Babaji because it is a choice. You are not forced to do it. You own your "mind meditation dish". You decide what to do with it. Next step Take care vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
Connecting with the universal mind
You have two identities in you: The first one is your individual identity. The second one is your universal identity. You connect with your universal identity by using your mind in a different way. When you are functioning on the normal wakeful state, you simply follow the course of your daily thoughts and emotions. When you meditate, you bring your mind to another type of activity: it is a form of inner trance that you establish. You literally set yourself on a certain wave length and by doing that, connect with a totally different energy reality. Call it a form of telepathic universal touch. Telepathy is usually understood as the art of reading, listening to or communicating with someone else's mind. Now, imagine that there are mind realities which are not incarnated in a human being form. For instance, you can be in nature and feel a deep sense of union with the beauty which is surrounding you. This sense of union or bliss is a connection. It is as if your mind merges with what surrounds you. You can as well take a trip to the Himalayas and tune into the ancient ways of the yogis. Part of what you will discover is related with what you see and another part is related with what you feel or what your intuition is telling you. You get feelings which could be the reflection of the "memory" of what happened in these mountains. In other terms, you are tuning into the spirit of a tradition. This is why you might go all the way to the Himalayas to experience this profound connection. Now, you never met Babaji physically, but you can still tune into his mind or energy reality. This is what meditation is about: you establish a bridge or a link with another mind reality. You have a radio. When it is off, you hear nothing. Still, you are surrounded by radio waves. Can you see them? No. Do you hear anything? Not either. You need to actually switch on the radio and tune it to a certain wave length to hear something. It is like having a satellite in the sky and tuning your satellite dish in the right direction to pick up a signal. Meditation works in the same way. You were born with meditative abilities. Everyone has them. Your meditation skills can be something you never used. The ability to use your mind in such way is still present in you. You wake up your meditation skills by using them. When you meditate, you wake up your universal identity. You get closer to a part of you which is not limited by your personality. You connect with a part of you which goes beyond the usual borders of your consciousness. Your mind is a territory. Your individual identity defines this territory. Part of what you need to function as a human being is an individual identity. You can use the words like "I", "me" or "mine". You see a difference between you and what surrounds you. Your life territory has a very specific shape: Your mind Thoughts Emotions House Education Character Etc.
All these are part of what you call: "Me" This is your personal identity. Now, when you connect with your next level of awareness, you get in touch with your universal identity. Your sense of "Iamness" is replaced by a deeper and universal sensation. You see yourself in a sea of consciousness and awareness which surrounds the planet. You see yourself merging with a universal field of life force. You see yourself a as particle within the vaster unified human mind. After a while, you realize that you live with both sensations and awareness merging in you. You are both personified and universal. This awakening of your universal identity is one of the key effects and goals of meditation. It might be your first step on your spiritual growth. Next step Take care vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
Meditating without a technique
Meditating without technique is still a technique in itself.
Suppose you decide to sit down and do nothing. This doing nothing is still some form of direction. Even if you decide to be 100% passive, you are still being passive which is still a state of mind and a direction your give yourself. There is always a source of inspiration behind your actions. Sometimes you can see and recognize that source. Sometimes not. You might go for a walk for instance and suddenly wake up to a new idea for a future project. This idea seems to come out of nowhere. Is there some form of angel or spirit which whispered this idea in your ear? This is a nice romantic vision. It could of course be the case but in most situations, ideas simply rise in your mind in a very "organic" way. An idea is a path of action. It is a thought. It is a mind frame. It is a vision. You can see it as a branch in the tree of your mind. How does a branch grow? It is the result of an interaction between an intelligent life force and matter. Intelligence incarnates into matter in an organic way. You are incarnated in a body. Your ideas and thoughts simply grow in an organic way. Sometimes though, you can direct the development of nature.
You can stimulate certain species. You can wake up new seeds. You can water or nurture a specific area of your mind.This is what you do with meditation. Next step Take care vitalcoach Labels: all posts, articles, babaji, babaji nagaraj, mahavatar babaji
What is meditation?
Meditation is an activity and mind state.
What happens in the meditative state?
Meditation is a mind state in which you use your mind in a very specific way.
The goal is to enter into a new state of awareness in which the natural thinking patterns tend to slow down or even disappear.
The thinking activity tends to be replaced by a meditative trance in which new dimensions of awareness are being expanded.
You connect with some form of unified consciousness.
The technique you use and your intention will influence the result of your meditation.
There are various forms of intelligences on this planet and the single individual mind is only one of them.
You heard about the concept of collective consciousness which is a sea of unified intelligence which contains all human intelligences.
There are many forms of invisible intelligences at play. Devas, Spirits, Angels or Gods are some terms which express some of these invisible intelligences. Some can be seen as infinitely vast and far beyond human development and some others can be seen as being under the human development level like Elementals (like fairies).
When you meditate, you open new bridges of consciousness. You wake up new mind potentials.
The science of mediation has been on the planet for very long. It wakes up certain natural abilities that you tend to forget about when you follow up on your daily activities.
If you never consciously tried to meditate, you probably still experienced some form of meditative trance at one point or another in your life.
For instance, if one day, looking at the sea, you felt suddenly extremely happy, this experience can be related with a meditative type of trance or bliss.
So, meditation is something which happens naturally.
Sometimes you catch yourself day dreaming and after a few minutes, you realize that you don't really know what happened in that time.
You were still doing things but somehow, something took over and you lost awareness of what you were doing. You were fully focused on the stream of your thoughts, inner vision, or emotions.
You can sometimes observe a cat in some form of intense peace. There is no movement. In a way, this is a similar type of "meditative" trance.
All these minor aspects of human and animal experiences are the signs that our mind can be in various states of awareness.
Is this meditation? Well, not exactly.
These states of trance we just described (day dreaming and peace of the cat) are spontaneous.
They don't lead to expanded awareness but might generate some form of peace or break through idea.
Meditation goes deeper than.
With meditation, you try to consciously connect with some form of unified mind.
A meditation technique usually connects you with a new energy reality. You enter in contact or connect with a deeper part of your consciousness.
Have you ever had this impression that behind what you see, there is a network of energies which directs actions and events around you?
There is the reality that you see with your physical eyes and then, there is another reality which you perceive with your "inner eye".
What is this invisible reality?
It is the world of the mind.
Your mind is connected to your brain and physical body. Now, your mind is much vaster than what you see. There are layers and layers of awareness that you never open.
The goal of meditation is to explore these deeper layers of awareness.
Your mind is made of frames. You have millions of thoughts and emotions in your past which created highways of energies in you.
This is your mind. It is your mind set. It is like a forest of energies in which you opened certain path ways.
Now, your mind is not at the end of its development.
Suppose you go exploring the world and reach new territories (for instance a new unexplored continent).
What you want at that moment is to connect with a guiding force which will help you explore this new land.
This is what you do when you start meditating:
You step into this new unexplored area of your mind and observe the thoughts, plans, emotions and awareness that you encounter.
It is truly like exploring a new land.
What is this new land?
It is deeper layers of the unified mind.
If you follow an existing stream of consciousness by connecting with a specific master or tradition, you will connect with a given energy reality.
When you are born, your parents instruct you and transmit you a mind set through education.
You reproduce as well many patterns through mimetism.
You tend to imitate subconsciously your parent's behaviors and beliefs.
The same happens when you explore deeper layers of your mind. You use a sacred formula, or another technique to connect with a specific energy reality.
Basically, you "tune" into a new mind.
Suppose you go online on the internet. All you need is a website address to connect you with a whole world of intelligence and knowledge.
This web address is your connection. It is your key. Without it you could not enter, right?
A meditation technique works in the same way. The goal is to connect with a new energy reality.
Your mantra or technique is your guiding force.
It is a key.
It is a "consciousness address".
This technique gives you a path.
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Various mind states
As a human being you can be in various mind states.
The wakeful state is the most common. - Wakeful
- Thinking
- Sleeping
- Dreaming
- Day dreaming
- Meditative
- Trance
- Hypnotic
- Artificially altered (alcohol and drugs)
- Etc?
These are natural states that you certainly observed in or around you.
The goal here is to explore deeper what is behind the idea of meditation.
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The ultimate goal is not to follow a siddha, it is to be one
The ultimate goal is not to follow a siddha, it is to be one 
"The ultimate goal is not to follow a siddha, it is to be one"
What's a siddha?
It is a perfected being.
The good news is that you don't need to move to a Himalayan cave to become one.
There is always this natural tendency to localize or reduce to a smaller expression something which is total and absolute.
Feeling total and complete as a human being does not belong to a stream or a tradition.
It is universal.
It is time to go beyond an ethnic connotation and express the full dimension of what is behind the idea of siddha.
You are a siddha. You are a perfected being.
Even if you might not yet know it or express it fully, this is your real potential
It is time to grow to your true potential and there is no need to surrender your power or limit your mind to become one.
Your potential is infinite and while some ideas and being might help you along the way, you are the center of attention.
It's in you that all this happens.
So, what's the goal? Personal glory?
Depends on what you feel is behind the word glory.
Glorification feels like a nice place to head to.
If you think of personal glory as a way of rising above others, well... You know what I mean.
The ultimate goal is the long term evolution of humankind and the planet.
The goal is to empower humankind as a whole.
Personal and universal freedom.
Perfect attunement with the forces of the planet and the cosmos.
Can you see where all this takes you? takes us?
Of course, when you think of your daily life, all this might sound far fetched.
You might have other priorities right now.
This is fine.
Success is not what people say it is.
You can redefine it in your own way.
Reducing success to some form of material or money race is a pitty because it is alienating.
At the end, it's never enough.
It can be of course part of the story but what you want is to have your priorities clear. Very clear!
If you don't know what a siddha is, here is a good place to start:
Remember, this is not about giving your power away.
You are master of your life and you are the designer.
You don't have to reinvent the full wheel though.
Sometimes, a little help can take you a long way.
Smile big!
Francisco
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Wake up your universal identity - Listen to this MP3
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Babaji, the yogi-christ of modern India
Babaji, the
yogi-christ of modern India
From
Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda
THE NORTHERN Himalayan crags near Badrinarayan are
still blessed by the living presence of Babaji,
guru of Lahiri Mahasaya. The secluded master has
retained his physical form for centuries, perhaps
for millenniums. The deathless Babaji is an
avatara. This Sanskrit word means "descent"; its
roots are ava, "down," and tri, "to pass." In the
Hindu scriptures, avatara signifies the descent of
Divinity into flesh.
"Babaji's spiritual state is beyond human
comprehension," Sri Yukteswar explained to me.
"The dwarfed vision of men can't pierce to his
transcendental star. One attempts in vain even to
picture the avatar's attainment. It's
inconceivable."
The Upanishads have minutely classified
every stage of spiritual advancement. A siddha
("perfected being") has progressed from the state
of a jivanmukta ("freed while living") to that of
a paramukta ("supremely free"full power over
death); the latter has completely escaped from the
mayic thraldom and its reincarnational round. The
paramukta therefore seldom returns to a physical
body; if he does, he is an avatar, a divinely
appointed medium of supernal blessings on the
world.
An avatar is not subject to the universal
economy; his pure body, visible as a light image,
is free from any debt to nature. The casual gaze
may see nothing extraordinary in an avatar's form
but it casts no shadow nor makes any footprint on
the ground. These are outward symbolic proofs of
an inward lack of darkness and material bondage.
Such a God-man alone knows the Truth behind the
relativities of life and death. Omar Khayyam, so
grossly misunderstood, sang of this liberated man
in his immortal scripture, the Rubaiyat:
"Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again;
How oft hereafter rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after mein vain!"
The "Moon of Delight" is God, eternal Polaris,
anachronous never. The "Moon of Heav'n" is the
outward cosmos, fettered to the law of periodic
recurrence. Its chains had been dissolved forever
by the Persian seer through his self-realisation.
"How oft hereafter rising shall she look . . .
after mein vain!" What frustration of search by a
frantic universe for an absolute omission!
The rendering
of Scott-Fitzgerald is not so good. The mature
translation by Dr. Roberb Graves and Omar Ali-Shah
is far better. Terms found in Fitzgerald's version
disappear in the better one. [Check]
Christ expressed his freedom in another way: "And
a certain scribe came, and said to him, master,
I'll follow you wherever you go. And Jesus said to
him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the
air have nests; but the son of man has nowhere to
lay his head." [1]
Spacious with omnipresence, could Christ
indeed be followed except in the overarching
Spirit?
Krishna, Rama, Buddha, and Patanjali were
among the ancient Indian avatars. A considerable
poetic literature in Tamil has grown up around
Agastya, a South Indian avatar. He worked many
miracles during the centuries preceding and
following the Christian era, and is credited with
retaining his physical form even to this day.
Babaji's mission in India has been to
assist prophets in carrying out their special
dispensations. He thus qualifies for the
scriptural classification of Mahavatar (Great
Avatar). He has stated that he gave yoga
initiation to Shankara, ancient founder of the
swami order, and to Kabir, famous medieval saint.
His chief nineteenth-century disciple was, as we
know, Lahiri Mahasaya, revivalist of the lost
Kriya art.
The Mahavatar is in constant communion with
Christ; together they send out vibrations of
redemption, and have planned the spiritual
technique of salvation for this age. The work of
these two fully-illumined mastersone with the
body, and one without itis to inspire the nations
to forsake suicidal wars, race hatreds, religious
sectarianism, and the boomerang-evils of
materialism. Babaji is well aware of the trend of
modern times, especially of the influence and
complexities of Western civilisation, and realises
the necessity of spreading the self-liberations of
yoga equally in the West and in the East.
That there's no historical reference to
Babaji need not surprise us. The great guru has
never openly appeared in any century; the
misinterpreting glare of publicity has no place in
his millennial plans. Like the Creator, the sole
but silent Power, Babaji works in a humble
obscurity.
Great prophets like Christ and Krishna come
to earth for a specific and spectacular purpose;
they depart as soon as it's accomplished. Other
avatars, like Babaji, undertake work which is
concerned more with the slow evolutionary progress
of man during the centuries than with any one
outstanding event of history. Such masters always
veil themselves from the gross public gaze, and
have the power to become invisible at will. For
these reasons, and because they generally instruct
their disciples to maintain silence about them, a
number of towering spiritual figures remain
world-unknown. I give in these pages on Babaji
merely a hint of his lifeonly a few facts which
he deems it fit and helpful to be publicly
imparted.
No limiting facts about Babaji's family or
birthplace, dear to the annalist's heart, have
ever been discovered. His speech is generally in
Hindi, but he converses easily in any language. He
has adopted the simple name of Babaji (revered
father); other titles of respect given him by
Lahiri Mahasaya's disciples are Mahamuni Babaji
Maharaj (supreme ecstatic saint), Maha Yogi
(greatest of yogis), Trambak Baba and Shiva Baba
(titles of avatars of Shiva). Does it matter that
we know not the patronymic of an earth-released
master?
"Whenever anyone utters with reverence the
name of Babaji," Lahiri Mahasaya said, "that
devotee attracts an instant spiritual blessing."
The deathless guru bears no marks of age on
his body; he appears to be no more than a youth of
twenty-five. Fair-skinned, of medium build and
height, Babaji's beautiful, strong body radiates a
perceptible glow. His eyes are dark, calm, and
tender; his long, lustrous hair is copper-coloured.
A very strange fact is that Babaji bears an
extraordinarily exact resemblance to his disciple
Lahiri Mahasaya. The similarity is so striking
that, in his later years, Lahiri Mahasaya might
have passed as the father of the youthful-looking
Babaji.
Swami Kebalananda, my saintly Sanskrit
tutor, spent some time with Babaji in the
Himalayas.
"The peerless master moves with his group
from place to place in the mountains," Kebalananda
told me. "His small band contains two highly
advanced American disciples. After Babaji has been
in one locality for some time, he says: 'Dera
danda uthao.' ('Let's lift our camp and staff.')
He carries a symbolic danda (bamboo staff). His
words are the signal for moving with his group
instantaneously to another place. He doesn't
always employ this method of astral travel;
sometimes he goes on foot from peak to peak.
"Babaji can be seen or recognised by others
only when he so desires. He is known to have
appeared in many slightly different forms to
various devoteessometimes without beard and
moustache, and sometimes with them. As his
undecaying body requires no food, the master
seldom eats. As a social courtesy to visiting
disciples, he occasionally accepts fruits, or rice
cooked in milk and clarified butter.
"Two amazing incidents of Babaji's life are
known to me," Kebalananda went on. "His disciples
were sitting one night around a huge fire which
was blazing for a sacred Vedic ceremony. The
master suddenly seized a burning log and lightly
struck the bare shoulder of a chela who was close
to the fire.
"'Sir, how cruel!' Lahiri Mahasaya, who was
present, made this remonstrance.
"'Would you rather have seen him burned to
ashes before your eyes, according to the decree of
his past karma?'
"With these words Babaji placed his healing
hand on the chela's disfigured shoulder. 'I've
freed you tonight from painful death. The karmic
law has been satisfied through your slight
suffering by fire.'
"On another occasion Babaji's sacred circle
was disturbed by the arrival of a stranger. He had
climbed with astonishing skill to the nearly
inaccessible ledge near the camp of the master.
"'Sir, you must be the great Babaji.' The
man's face was lit with inexpressible reverence.
'For months I've pursued a ceaseless search for
you among these forbidding crags. I implore you to
accept me as a disciple.'
"When the great guru made no response, the
man pointed to the rocky chasm at his feet.
"'If you refuse me, I'll jump from this
mountain. Life has no further value if I can't win
your guidance to the divine.'
"'Jump then,' Babaji said unemotionally. 'I
can't accept you in your present state of
development.'
"The man at once hurled himself over the
cliff. Babaji instructed the shocked disciples to
fetch the stranger's body. When they returned with
the mangled form, the master placed his divine
hand on the dead man. Lo! he opened his eyes and
prostrated himself humbly before the omnipotent
one.
"'You're now ready for discipleship.'
Babaji beamed lovingly on his resurrected chela.
'You've courageously passed a difficult test.
Death shall not touch you again; now you're one of
our immortal flock.' Then he spoke his usual words
of departure, 'Dera danda uthao'; the whole group
vanished from the mountain."
An avatar lives in the omnipresent Spirit;
for him there's no distance inverse to the square.
Only one reason, therefore, can motivate Babaji in
maintaining his physical form from century to
century: the desire to furnish humanity with a
concrete example of its own possibilities. Were
man never vouchsafed a glimpse of Divinity in the
flesh, he would remain oppressed by the heavy
mayic delusion that he can't transcend his
mortality.
Jesus knew from the beginning the sequence
of his life; he passed through each event not for
himself, not from any karmic compulsion, but
solely for the upliftment of reflective human
beings. His four reporter-disciplesMatthew, Mark,
Luke, and Johnrecorded the ineffable drama for
the benefit of later generations.
For Babaji, also, there's no relativity of
past, present, future; from the beginning he has
known all phases of his life. Yet, accommodating
himself to the limited understanding of men, he
has played many acts of his divine life in the
presence of one or more witnesses. Thus it came
about that a disciple of Lahiri Mahasaya was
present when Babaji deemed the time to be ripe for
him to proclaim the possibility of bodily
immortality. He uttered this promise before Ram
Gopal Muzumdar, that it might finally become known
for the inspiration of other seeking hearts. The
great ones speak their words and participate in
the seemingly natural course of events, solely for
the good of man, even as Christ said: "Father . .
. I knew that you hear me always: but because of
the people which stand by I said it, that they may
believe that you've sent me." [2]
During my visit at Ranbajpur with Ram Gopal,
"the sleepless saint," [3] he related the wondrous
story of his first meeting with Babaji.
"I sometimes left my isolated cave to sit
at Lahiri Mahasaya's feet in Varanasi," Ram Gopal
told me. "One midnight as I was silently
meditating in a group of his disciples, the master
made a surprising request.
"'Ram Gopal,' he said, 'go at once to the
Dasasamedh bathing ghat.'
"I soon reached the secluded spot. The
night was bright with moonlight and the glittering
stars. After I had sat in patient silence for
awhile, my attention was drawn to a huge stone
slab near my feet. It rose gradually, revealing an
underground cave. As the stone remained balanced
in some unknown manner, the draped form of a young
and surpassingly lovely woman was levitated from
the cave high into the air. Surrounded by a soft
halo, she slowly descended in front of me and
stood motionless, steeped in an inner state of
ecstasy. She finally stirred, and spoke gently.
"'I'm Mataji, [4] the sister of Babaji.
I've asked him and also Lahiri Mahasaya to come to
my cave tonight to discuss a matter of great
importance.'
"A nebulous light was rapidly floating over
the Ganges; the strange luminescence was reflected
in the opaque waters. It approached nearer and
nearer till, with a blinding flash, it appeared by
the side of Mataji and condensed itself instantly
into the human form of Lahiri Mahasaya. He bowed
humbly at the feet of the woman saint.
"Before I had recovered from my
bewilderment, I was further wonder-struck to
behold a circling mass of mystical light
travelling in the sky. Descending swiftly, the
flaming whirlpool neared our group and
materialised itself into the body of a beautiful
youth who, I understood at once, was Babaji. He
looked like Lahiri Mahasaya, the only difference
being that Babaji appeared much younger, and had
long, bright hair.
"Lahiri Mahasaya, Mataji, and myself knelt
at the guru's feet. An ethereal sensation of
beatific glory thrilled every fibre of my being as
I touched his divine flesh.
"'Blessed sister,' Babaji said, 'I'm
intending to shed my form and plunge into the
infinite Current.'
"'I have already glimpsed your plan,
beloved Master. I wanted to discuss it with you
tonight. Why should you leave your body?' The
glorious woman looked at him beseechingly.
"'What's the difference if I wear a visible
or invisible wave on the ocean of my Spirit?'
"Mataji replied with a quaint flash of wit.
'Deathless guru, if it makes no difference, then
please don't ever relinquish your form.' [5]
"'Be it so,' Babaji said solemnly. 'I'll
never leave my physical body. It will always
remain visible to at least a small number of
people on this earth. The Lord has spoken His own
wish through your lips.'
"As I listened in awe to the conversation
between these exalted beings, the great guru
turned to me with a benign gesture.
"'Fear not, Ram Gopal,' he said, 'you're
blessed to be a witness at the scene of this
immortal promise.'
"As the sweet melody of Babaji's voice
faded away, his form and that of Lahiri Mahasaya
slowly levitated and moved backward over the
Ganges. An aureole of dazzling light templed their
bodies as they vanished into the night sky.
Mataji's form floated to the cave and descended;
the stone slab closed of itself, as if working on
an invisible leverage.
"Infinitely inspired, I wended my way back
to Lahiri Mahasaya's place. As I bowed before him
in the early dawn, my guru smiled at me
understandingly.
"'I'm happy for you, Ram Gopal,' he said.
'The desire of meeting Babaji and Mataji, which
you've often expressed to me, has found at last a
sacred fulfilment.'
"My fellow disciples informed me that
Lahiri Mahasaya had not moved from his dais since
early the preceding evening.
"'He gave a wonderful discourse on
immortality after you had left for the Dasasamedh
ghat,' one of the chelas told me. For the first
time I fully realised the truth in the scriptural
verses which state that a man of self-realisation
can appear at different places in two or more
bodies at the same time.
"Lahiri Mahasaya later explained to me many
metaphysical points concerning the hidden divine
plan for this earth," Ram Gopal concluded. "Babaji
has been chosen by God to remain in his body for
the duration of this particular world cycle. Ages
shall come and gostill the deathless master, [6]
beholding the drama of the centuries, shall be
present on this stage terrestrial."
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