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How many times should I write down a calligraphy? - ARTICLE

2010-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:00

You can write the calligraphy a few times when you feel the impulsion to do so and keep the calligraphies in your meditation room or house.

The best is to keep all calligraphies you write, without throwing them away.

In a way, the goal is really to "saturate" your mind with positive energy so that after a while you feel yourself vibrating higher and higher.

Imagine, after a while you can literally have pages and pages of written calligraphies accumulating in different spots in your house. That's what I have where I stay. It does impact on the energy of your personal space and clarifies the vibs in your house.

You can as well write the calligraphy on objects around you. If you have a necklace or bracelet you can engrave the words on them as well. You can as well engrave the words on a stone or cristal. Possibilities are simply endless.

I have for instance such calligraphies written on my bike and when I buy a new map for a future trip, I write similar calligraphies on it to give a certain direction or energy to my future travels

Can you see how it works?

These are only some examples and you are truly free to explore other possibilities. I know your instincts will guide you in the right direction.

Trust and respond to what you feel.

Hesitations and doubts don't help. They actually drain your energy. You'll learn much more by simply trying when you feel something. Dare to trust yourself and go for it.

As you have many ways of using a mantra (internally, singing it out loud, calligraphies), test all of these methods and identify what seems to work best for you.

Trust your instinct with that and dare to simply experiment.

You cannot get it wrong.

It will always work no matter how you use it.

The "spirit" behind these techniques always understands your intention.

It can easily take 1 to 3 months of regular practice to integrate a technique.

If you are unsure, ask internally for help and inner guidance from Babaji himself. Once you feel an answer, trust it and take action accordingly.

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2009-11-10T11:06:00.001-08:00

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2009-11-06T23:00:00.001-08:00

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The nine main siddhis

2009-11-04T18:08:00.001-08:00

THE NINE MAIN SIDDHIS - Eight Additional Siddhis

PRESENTED BY: the Wanderling

1. PARKAYA PRAVESH

Parkaya Pravesh means entering one's soul in the body of some other person. Through this knowledge even a dead body can be brought to life.

Just about three thousand years back, Shankaracharya had to take help of this knowledge in order to defeat Mandan Mishra in a spiritual debate. But as time passed this knowledge became extinct in the society and today only a very few Yogis have full practical knowledge of this unique practice.

This knowledge is considered to be so important and secret that only a few Yogis, known to me, know of this practice and after them this practice shall perhaps vanish from this earth.

2. HAADI VIDYA

This Vidya or knowledge has been mentioned in several ancient texts. On acquiring this Vidya a person neither feels hungry nor thirsty and he can remain without eating food or drinking water for several days at a stretch.

Several Yogis of the Himalayas, remain engrossed in deep Sadhanas for months and years without eating or drinking anything. When they do not eat or drink, they do not even have to empty their bowels. Thus they are able to perform long penance for years and their bodies also remain healthy and fit, even without food. Acharya Vishnu Sarang, the famous Tantrik from Nepal and Yogi Manohar are proficient in this Vidya. It has been reported there is a yogi that lives on the peak of the holy mountain Arunachala that has not had anything to eat since 1990. See also Nirodha.

3. KAADI VIDYA

Just as one does not feel hungry or thirsty in Haadi Vidya similarly in Kaadi Vidya a person is not affected by change of seasons i.e. by summer, winter, rain etc. After accomplishing this Vidya a person shall not feel cold even if he sits in the snow laden mountains and shall not feel hot even if he sits in the fire. Thus a Sadhak can perform incessant penance without being affected by change of weather or seasons.

The Jain scholar, Pragya Sun had accomplished both the Haadi & Kaadi Vldyas. Guru Gorakhnath and Matsayendranath too had accomplished them.

Today the Jain scholar of Mahabalipuram Sun Maharaj and Yogi Vishambhar of Badrinath are accomplished in these Vidyas and have kept these practices alive.

4. MADALASA VIDYA

On accomplishing this Vidya, a person becomes capable of increasing or decreasing the size of his body according to his wish. Lord Hanuman had miniaturised his body through this Vidya while entering the city of Lanka.

The average height of a human being is six feet. Through this Vidya a person can reduce the size of his body to the size of a mosquito and can even enlarge his body to a size of over hundred feet.

A few years back a conference of Yogis was held on the Bhairav hill, near Dehradun and in this conference Tailang Baba (an ascetic) demonstrated this miraculous practice before hundreds of Yogis. This Vidya is almost extinct today and in my opinion only Tailang Baba has accomplished it.

Anima Siddhi - The ability to decrease the size of one's body and become smaller than the smallest particle. Through this siddhi one may enter into stone or change the density in one's body, enabling one to pass through solid matter.
Mahima Siddhi - The ability to increase the size of one's body, ultimately enveloping the universe.

5. VAYU GAMAN SIDDHI

Through this Siddhi a person can become capable of flying in the skies and traveling from one place to another in just a few seconds. The Jain scriptures speak of Jain ascetics who could fly from place to place in a few seconds. Swami Divakarsuri and Swami Pragyasuri have been such accomplished ascetics. Although there are several occasions of individuals flying reported in the Sutras of classical Buddhism and Zen, the Venerable Pindola Bharadvaja is probably the person most commonly cited.

Swami Vishuddhanandji (d. 1937)(sometimes spelled: Vishuddhananda, Vishudhanandaaka; aka: Gandha Baba, Perfume Saint), well-known for his supernatural powers and said to be an adept associated with the mysterious Gyanganj (Jnanaganj) hermitage somewhere in Tibet -- a secret place of great masters -- demonstrated this practice in Varanasi and proved that it is not a myth.

Today Yogi Chaitanya Swami of Madurai and Yogi Niranjan Swami living near Kanya Kumari are the Yogis who have accomplished this practice. But it seems that this knowledge shall perish with them. See as well the Wanderling's Journey.

Laghima Siddhi - The ability to make one's body lighter than air and fly at will. The perfection of this siddhi enables one to travel on the sun's rays and enter into the sun planet.

6. KANAKDHARA SIDDHI

One can acquire immense and unlimited wealth through this Siddhi. It's said that once Shankaracharya saw a very poor and destitute woman and with the help of the Kanakdhara Yantra he showered gold in her house. This Yantra is made on a silver plate and 36 squares are formed by drawing 7 lines each, horizontally and vertically. Then the Beej Mantra is written in these squares. Today only a very few people have full and authentic knowledge of this Siddhi.

7. PRAKYA SADHANA

Through this Sadhana a Yogi can direct his disciple to take birth from the womb of a woman, who is childless or cannot bear children. Several Yogis have thus blessed infertile women with children. Swami Vishuddhanand had accomplished this Sadhana and had used it to bring happiness into the lives of several women. But today only two or three persons are accomplished in this Sadhana.

8. SURYA VIGYAN

This Solar science is one of the most significant sciences of ancient India. This science has been known only to the Indian Yogis and using it, one substance can be transformed into another through the medium of sun rays.

Swami Vishudhananda had demonstrated the miracles of this science about 50-60 years ago, by transforming a paper into rose and a cotton ball into gold.

This science has been kept alive by Divyendu Ghosh and some other Yogis, otherwise it has become almost extinct.

9. MRIT SANJIVANI VIDYA

This Vidya was created by Adi Shankaracharya. Through it even a dead person can be brought back to life. This practice may seem to be a myth but it had been used by Guru Gorakhnath several times. Today only a few persons have practical knowledge of this Vidya.

Prapti Siddhi - The ability to manifest any object one desires within one's hand. This siddhi removes the limitations of space which seperate two objects from each other. It is said one will even be able to touch the moon with one's finger [i.e. the limitation of distance is removed].
Prakamya Siddhi - The ability to attain anything one desires.
Ishita Siddhi - The ability to control the sub-potencies of the laws of nature. This enables one to control various energies and seemingly defy the laws of nature. See White Light Shields.
Vashita Siddhi - The ability to bring others under one's control.
Kamavasayita Siddhi - The ability to attain anything anywhere. This is the highest of the eight and contains most of the abilities of the other perfections.

HUN-TUN: The Power of Chaos In Zen and the Tao

SIDDHIS: Supernormal Perceptual States

JORIKI: Mind Power in the Zen Tradition

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The majority ot the above information regarding THE NINE MAIN SIDDHIS, with many thanks and much appreciation, has been researched through the many fine and thorough page and offerings of MANTRA TANTRA YANTRA VIGYAN.

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The articles appearing here have been penned by wandering saints and ascetics.
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Immortal enigma

2009-10-25T19:10:00.001-07:00

IMMORTAL ENIGMA

By Amodini Gaganavir www.lifepositive.com/spirit/traditional-paths/kriya-yoga/mahayogi.asp

Mahavatar Babaji, a Himalayan mahayogi said to be about 1,800 years old, is the founder of kriya yoga. The world first heard about him courtesy Paramahansa Yogananda's Autobiography of a Yogi. Today, many cults are growing around his enigmatic persona. Mumbai-based Dr Ram Bhosle claims to have lived with him for six years.

Legend has it that the remote parts of the Himalayas are home to many rishis, tapasvis and siddhayogis-Eternal Masters engaged in singular methods of sadhana or disciplined practice dedicated to cosmic exploration and in guiding the destiny of humanity through the ages. They live in rough-hewn natural caves under glacial conditions. Some have ashrams amidst verdant greenery, located at a vibrational frequency at variance with the 'normal' three-dimensional one to keep intruders at bay. Their abode has been verily named Shambala, Gyan Ganj, or Siddha Loka.

In this phantasmagorical world of accomplished yogis, anything is possible. A siddha sadhak (realized master) may simply choose to take the form of an ancient tree to meditate undisturbed for hundreds of years. Others, when they venture beyond the confines of their rarefied sanctuaries, may fly through the air as themselves, or change into swans, geese, eagles, or even into animals, fish and insects. There are many creative ideas for teleportation, with some just traveling on beams of light from one place to another!

Exalted as these beings are, a distinct feature common to all is their complete identification with India and her Vedic heritage. When people attain a certain level in their sadhana, they automatically lose their narrow personal bonds of family, language, caste or province. Then the old terrain of the Motherland takes over, so that it matters not whether it is Kabir, Lahiri Mahasaya, Shirdi Sai Baba or Ramana Maharshi, they all belong to India. And they converse with each other using an argot common to the wandering sadhus (monks).

Thus it is that the venerable heritage of Gorakhnath and Machhindranath is claimed for its own by Garhwal, Konkan, Bundelkhand, Mewar and Coorg, and many a little girl in the remotest village of India is put to sleep to the refrain of "Chalo Machhinder, Gorakh Aaya...."

With his lithe and youthful figure, Mahavatar Babaji (whose feats have been reported by Paramahansa Yogananda in his Autobiography of a Yogi) is one such eternal master. He is the man with the 1,800-year-old immortal body. He's also the founder of kriya yoga, a discipline involving purification of the body-mind organism through breath control techniques to aid longevity and spiritual evolution. 'Mahavatar' means 'great incarnation'. He is also known as Mahakaya Babaji, the word 'Mahakaya' describing his immortal body. In some circles the Hare Khan Baba being referred to sounds suspiciously similar to Mahavatar Baba's persona.

TAMIL INCARNATION

Babaji comes with sanitized packaging shorn of ash, rudraksha or kumkum tilak. Of course, there have been many Babajis over the decades claiming to be the Mahavatar. There's a free-for-all on the Internet with the various Babaji Web pages multiplying rapidly to a current count of several thousand. Yet, the Self-Realization Fellowship established by Yogananda in California almost sounds as if it holds patent rights over the 'Babaji lineage'.

After conquering the West within decades, it's time for Babaji to return home to capture the interest of Indians who are still obsessed with pot-bellied gurus. A new international group called the Babaji's Kriya Yoga Order of Acharyas with a base of sorts in Pondicherry recently held kriya yoga seminars in major metropolitan cities across India. The Babaji they're selling is the same kriya yogi, but he's now positioned in a new Tamil incarnation as Babaji Nagaraj and never mind that he's been a permanent resident of the Himalayas for 1,800 years.

A book claiming to present new information about Babaji, written by the Canadian guru and chief of the Kriya Yoga Order, Marshall Govindan, presents startling claims about the Tamil origins of many ancient rishis and siddhas, including Macchindranath and Gorakhnath. Welcome to the club! Tibet too claims them for its own, and the Gorkhas of Nepal and India claim to be the original descendants of Gorakhnath.

The seminar is a casual affair, particularly since the group of two conducting it has no organizational set up. There is very little planning. In two days, you are to learn 144 kriyas or breathing techniques, 18 yogasanas and numerous chants. That's instant evolution. Devote 20 minutes daily to this and you zip past 50 lives' worth of karmic atonement and time! Or so claims the venerable lady acharya from California. The 60 participants in Mumbai are administered a battery of short written assignments, duly checked by the acharya, or head, in the course of the seminar. Gleanings of wisdom pepper the proceedings. Participants are told that Sri Aurobindo was close to attaining an immortal body during his lifetime, but for the fact that he did not practice yogasanas.

The acharya presents charts on the macrobiotic diet, the staple no-nos of which are chocolates and meat. All this and more is discussed over a period of two days, inaugurating the advent of yet another New Age cult in India.

MASTER OF MASTERS

Thankfully, there's a lot more than that to Mahavatar Baba, who never left the shores of India and who's way beyond the reach of puny intellectual property rights. He's a patriotic yogi and keeper of ancient faith, whose mission for ages has been to stem the tide of barbaric conquerors overrunning India. He has often changed the course of Indian history, guided by otherwise immortal rishis, working way above insidious parochial divisions.

Babaji's influence as a guru is said to have prevailed over the ages from Adi Shankaracharya and Kabir to more recent saints like Sai Baba of Shirdi, Gajanan Maharaj of Shegaon and Swami Samartha of Akkalkot. The last three were reportedly firebrand revolutionaries who were given up for dead in the First War of Indian Independence in 1857. It is said that the first was a Muslim, while the other two were Hindus. They escaped to the Himalayas for sanctuary and were later given a spiritual initiation by Babaji. They eventually returned as illumined leaders of humanity.

Babaji mostly works in obscurity, even while serving as a spiritual mentor to scores of masters. He has guided the destiny of India and her people, yet he is perhaps one of the most accessible of siddhayogis to walk in our midst in recent times. Over two millennia, Babaji has continued to nurture hundreds of accomplished disciples.

One such disciple is an ageing healer, Dr Ram Bhosle, who lives and works in Mumbai. He is a world-renowned massage therapist who has treated illustrious patients like Mahatma Gandhi and Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, among others. He has witnessed almost the entire 20th century, traveling abroad 160 times. A freedom fighter, he had several arrest warrants issued against him by the British during Mahatma Gandhi's Quit India Movement and was forced to flee to the Himalayas. His escape route cut a long swathe across Maharashtra, Gujarat, Saurashtra, Sindh, Baluchistan, Afghanistan and the Hindu Kush mountains, before he finally reached the Himalayas.

MAN OF MIRACLES

It was there that he chanced upon Mahavatar Babaji. He ended up giving massage to Babaji, the latter offering him safe house initially for three months, and ultimately for a period of nearly six years to-date, spread over the intervening period. Dr Bhosle's stories throw considerable light on the immortal master.

Once, when the two had taken shelter in a cave for the night, Babaji asked him to go and fetch milk. A fierce snowstorm was raging outside and Dr Bhosle thought the sage had gone mad. But when he gingerly walked a few paces beyond the cave's entrance, merely out of deference to his host, he was surprised to find a pitcher of fresh milk, still warm to the touch, positioned on a ledge!

On another occasion, Babaji solicitously asked if he wanted a book to read. Unbelieving, Dr Bhosle asked for Bharatmuni's ancient opus on dance, Natyashastra, which was procured for him. Babaji remarked that deep within the womb of the Himalayas was an unimaginable storehouse of ancient texts. He also revealed that four rooms in that great edifice were entirely devoted to astrology. Babaji also predicted that from 2001 onwards India would gradually return to supremacy in world affairs. Several decades ago, he had also forecast the end of all the political isms of the 20th century.

Like great yogis, Babaji can supposedly materialize, dematerialize and take on any form at will. He may choose to present himself as an old man, an animal or a bird. He once promised a devotee that he would attend a feast at the man's house, but seemingly did not. When the man later questioned him, Babaji replied: "I was there. I was the dog whom you fed the leftovers."

Babaji can travel anywhere in the universe. When he is too busy to do so, he sends specific instructions to his chosen disciples through birds. He's taught a chosen few how to discern birdcalls, and it may well be that the pigeon stridently cooing at your window is actually a messenger from the great seer!

WANDERING SOUL

The Mahayogi can be stern when the situation so demands, even while displaying a great sense of humor and rare devilry at other times. He once instructed Dr Bhosle to perform underwater meditation at midnight in the sea off the Mumbai coastline to purify his healing energy. Often, Babaji walked by to supervise his disciple's work, treading on the waves. He would chat for a while, and then walk away nonchalantly.

Babaji sometimes greeted his disciple with an unprintable epithet, as is often the custom in youth subcultures around the world. At one time, the ageing Dr Bhosle reacted with considerable anger, remonstrating that such swear words did not befit his status as a mahayogi. Babaji replied: "These words are just creations of grammar." Mostly, the language spoken by the Master is incredibly creative, drawing from a fount of inspiring, lyrical Sanskrit words lending themselves beautifully to new improvisations in Hindi.

Interestingly, Babaji's entourage of enlightened and immortal disciples includes yoginis who are over 600 years old. Babaji conveys the impression that he cherishes individuality and thoughtful dissension, rather than servile obedience.

The sage with the immortal body has walked the length and breadth of India and is inured to the ways of the seemingly berserk lone ascetics that are a law unto themselves. There is no field of knowledge that is beyond him and the transmutation of atoms is simply an entertaining pastime. One day, Babaji took his entourage to a crematorium. There, he picked up a skull and placing some faeces in it, he offered them to his disciples, ordering them to eat. All of them declined, except Dr Bhosle, who gingerly touched it with his tongue. To his amazement, the revolting stuff had transformed into the most delectable dish.

In the 1950s, Babaji had set up an ashram in the Himalayan heights above Badrinath. He eventually closed it down. A true wanderer, he is not to be found in any one place, whether in the Himalayas or elsewhere. Yet he is very much amongst us, in Mumbai or Delhi, as much as he is in Badrikashram. He encourages disciples to strive for their highest destiny. Neither God nor an angel, Babaji is more like the atmik guru, or the inner light.

Dr Bhosle sounds a note of caution-the masters are suprahuman, beyond the frailties of emotion, and they demand total commitment to the chosen path. It is of greatest importance to follow the light with determination, discernment and detachment. The wise doctor concludes: "There is no such thing in this world as miracles. Everything happens through science. Only a person who doesn't understand science calls it a miracle."

A special message from the author of this article (Amodini Gaganavir)

Dear Francisco,

Came across your interesting site today, and I haven't finished browsing through it yet.

First of all, thank you for reproducing my article on Babaji.

Unfortunately, the editor of Life Positive chose to add his own interpolation, that 'Hare Khan Baba' sounds suspiciously similar to Babaji.

I took serious objection, because they are 2 entirely different beings; moreover Babaji is immortal because he did not die, but instead transmuted his physical body into a light form that continues to this day, while Hare Khan Baba died quite a while back.

They did publish a correction towards the end of the April 2000 print issue of Life Positive.

Many foreigners are confused about Babaji, because in India, every revered person, especially a Saint is addressed as 'Baba', meaning father, and the honorific ji is added, mostly in N. India.

Thus every Guru may be rightfullty addressed as Baba or Babaji! On the other hand, every Guru is not Mahavatar Babaji, who is one of a kind in the entire universe! He has at least hundreds of disciples all over the world and beyond, and continues to guide people in his own inimitable way, of his own choosing.

The commonly available head and shoulders print by Eric Estep is an uncanny likeness, and there must be a great story waiting to be told, about how he did the painting, if only the man could be traced.

It is more like Babaji than even the picture in Yogananda's Autobiography, which was a painting executed by the latter's brother, based on his description. Secondly, in Indian mythology, Sanat Kumar is one name of Kartikeya - Murugan- Skanda - Subrahmanyam etc., who is the second son of Shiva (Kumara Guru), who leads the army of the Gods as Senapati!

The correct way to write the names in Sanskrit is as follows: (You can try these names, esp. Murugan on the Search engine also, and there is intereesting material on the Kataragama Murugan temple; this village in South Sri Lanka also includes a separate shrine to Mahavatar Baba.

In His Love,

Amodini Gaganavir

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Sanat Kumara

2009-10-05T21:10:00.001-07:00

Sanat kumara

Sanat Kumara - His name in Sanskrit Calligraphy

Sanat Kumara

THE FORMING OF THE GREAT WHITE BROTHERHOOD

SANAT KUMARA ENTERS SHAMBALLA

THE BUILDING OF SHAMBALLA

PREPARATION FOR SHAMBALLA

SANAT KUMARA SAVES THE EARTH

THE 144.000 FROM VENUS

SANAT KUMARA - REGENT LORD OF THE WORLD

Functions of Sanat Kumara

Sanat Kumara and Numerology

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Babaji's interest in the West

2009-09-25T21:07:00.001-07:00

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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Babaji, the yogi-christ of modern India

2009-09-15T18:25:00.001-07:00

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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Materializing a palace in the Himalayas

2009-09-05T18:04:00.001-07:00

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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Remember that a technique is only a key, it is not the goal

2009-08-11T20:42:00.001-07:00

A technique is a vehicle you use to travel your spiritual evolution.

When you are rigidly attached to the technique you use, you might miss seeing the landscapes you come across as you travel.

If your goal is to reach the sea, you can step out of the car and seat on the sand once you reach the beach, right?

Endlessly driving on the coast road won't work with really experiencing the sea. You have to step out and go for a swim :)

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When is the right time to start teaching?

2009-08-06T19:43:00.000-07:00

It is simple: when your own inner processes no longer require too much attention.

You can sponsor other person's spiritual evolution when you have extra energy and time to give.

That's simple, right?

Now, there are many ways you can teach. Standing in front of an audience is only one of them.

You teach by life.

You teach by expressing the power of your spirit through your actions and attitudes.

Teaching is only one out of many spiritual evolution paths you can follow.

You can for instance enage in artistic expression which is a long term path in itself.
You can focus on your own life and explore deeper levels of awareness.
You can focus on positive impact on humankind through compassionate action.
Etc.

What does it mean? that teaching is only one way to express yourself along your spiritual destiny line.

There are many more possible expressions.

Now, if you feel you reached this point of maturity and feel there is something essential you want to say, you can start right now!

Start with a little step and observe the response.

Function from a place of freedom.

You are only accountable to yourself and the line which sponsors your words.

If speach is not your favorite way of expression, don't limit yourself and use the other possible tools that were given to you.

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Claiming back your freedom!

2009-08-01T19:43:00.001-07:00

Free your mind!

One of the key targets of your practices is to remove what you no longer need.

Freedom is your nature and what you head for.

Don't let anyone limit your freedom.

Any practice or step which increases your freedom is exactly in line with your evolution.

On the other hand, if you feel that a given action will lock you in and limit you, simple: don't take it and step back.

Use this simple question to make the right choices:

"Am I increasing my freedom or limiting myself?"

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Active kindness

2009-07-27T20:14:00.001-07:00

Active kindness is the art of responding to a need when you see it simply because of a heart call.

You have other words for that: compassionate action, karma yoga, etc.

The path of active kindness is a destiny you follow consciously simply because this is what you feel attuned to the most.

Every action calls for a reaction.

Active kindness calls for bliss. When you take action from that place, you usually identify yourself with a need in someone else.

It happens to them and therefore, it is as if it was happening to you.

In other words, you see the link, and respond to it.
It can be a call from nature as well.

You recognize your essence in someone else and because of this recognition, you can identify someone else's need.

So, when you not only realize this state of unity but take as well active action, you choose for a state of unity rather than for a state of isolation.

This is a key opening in your life.

The response is bliss, life force and precisely a state of Yoga.

If you are naturally attracted to help others or nature, explore that path!

It is one of your possible lines of spiritual evolution.

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Mataji

2009-07-22T19:43:00.000-07:00

Mataji

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Sirajala - Invisible network

2009-07-07T18:33:00.000-07:00

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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.

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Missed the party? - GENEVA GOES WILD! - Lake Parade 2009 - Follow me...

2009-07-06T09:31:00.001-07:00

This one is JUST for fun ;)

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Enjoy and take care!

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Initiations

2009-07-01T18:16:00.001-07:00

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

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Invent new forms? - TIP

2009-07-01T02:37:00.000-07:00

Yoga is not a set of fixed forms.

You can inspire yourself from what has already been created and redesign forms and exercises and practices that did not exist before.

Every tradition has a huge potential for renewal.

If you try something and experience it works better than something you tried before, you don't have to limit yourself to what was there before.

Set yourself free and if you trust your instinct, you will be amazed by what you can discover!

To your Yoga!

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Find me on facebook

2009-06-28T03:10:00.001-07:00

Hi!

Many of you asked me for that one...

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Yep! That's my facebook profile ;)

Connect! - Enjoy!

Francisco

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Love and power

2009-06-26T18:15:00.001-07:00

Love and power

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

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Connecting with Babaji's mind

2009-06-21T18:12:00.001-07:00

Sunday, October 30, 2005

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.

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Connecting with the universal mind

2009-06-16T15:57:00.001-07:00

Sunday, October 30, 2005

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.

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How to connect with the forces of nature - ARTICLE

2009-06-16T04:05:00.000-07:00

First, realize that these forces are inteligent and they understand your intentions.

The forces that sustain your body are very similar to the forces that sustain life in a bird or a tree.

These forces are interconnected in a larger field of energy which contains YOU!

So, when you hurt a living form, you simply hurt a part of yourself.

When you love it, you love yourself.

The fact that there is no apparent physical link does not mean that the unified field of energy is not there.

Of course it is!

All living forms exist within the same field of energy.

So, for instance when you create an agressive disturbance in this life force, this disturbance reflects on you.

This happens as a synchronized response.

The more you connect with nature around you, the more this reality becomes part of you.

Every action expresses an intention and it is this intention that nature perceives.

It hears you! It feels you!

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Reincarnation? - How does it work? - TIP

2009-06-16T03:59:00.001-07:00

Imagine that what sustains life in you is made of invisible and visible parts.

The moment your physical body disappears the invisible forces are freed and ready to be rechanneled in a new life.

The soul seed is this subtle vibration that carries your life purpose.

When it meets the spirit, it joins forces to create a human being.

These soul seeds don't disappear, they keep evolving... And so does the spirit.

The models or concepts we have are very limited of course.

The complexity of life goes beyond rationalization.

Sometimes, you can catch an intuitive glimpse of how it works.

Remember that reality is much more complex and sophisticated than any model you'll ever create.

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Psychic mudras - Find the right mind posture - TIP

2009-06-16T03:48:00.000-07:00

In yoga, you will play with physical postures.

You will as well use hand gestures or mudras.

Every mudra has a meaning.

On the mind level, each thought form is a inner mudra.

It is a gesture or attitude your mind takes and this posture sends out a very precise message.

There is beauty and power in that.

The clearer your inner mudra, the sharper your mind feels.

These psychic mudras or mind postures are architectures that sustain your mind.

Take pleasure and delight in developing beauty and precision with your thought forms.

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