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Remember that a technique is only a key, it is not the goal
At a certain moment, the technique might naturally "dissolve itself"
The fact that nothing spectacular is happening does not mean that your practice is not working
Why it is essential to harmonize your mind
New channel for Mataji
Thank you!
If it does not exist, create it!
Jnana Yoga
Invisible network - Inner system of connected energies
"I called him through meditation for a month now - How come he does not speak to me?" - Question
How to manifest a state of yoga
Sanat Kumara - His name in Sanskrit Calligraphy
Babaji's interest in the West
Sirajala - Invisible network
Materializing a palace in the Himalayas
Initiations
Love and power
Connecting with Babaji's mind
Connecting with the universal mind
Meditating without a technique
What is meditation?
Various mind states
The ultimate goal is not to follow a siddha, it is to be one
Babaji's circle of power
Babaji, the yogi-christ of modern India
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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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To tell you the truth, I never came to a point where I felt I was at the end of a technique's potential.
At a certain moment, the technique might naturally "dissolve itself" though, because you reach a state of unity, inner peace or absolute awareness.
When this happens, you can let go of the technique and abide in this new state.
When this happens, it feels like the spirit "takes over". You feel like you are there.
Of course, you can come back to the technique if you feel like you loose focus again,
Remember that a technique is only a key, it is not the goal :)
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The fact that nothing spectacular is happening does not mean that your practice is not working.
It simply means that you reached a certain "speed" and are maintaining that speed.
Take this example:
When you take a flight, the thrilling moment is when you take off, right?
Why?
Because of the acceleration.
Acceleration is what creates thrill and excitement.
Once you are in the air and travel at a constant speed, it feels normal. You eat peanuts and chat with you neighbour as if you were sitting at home, even though you are still travelling at 1000 km/hour.
When you originally start meditating, you often feel this sense of acceleration. You feel bliss, greater awareness, peace, etc.
Once you reach a certain level, these experiences feel normal. They are still there. You simply got used to these new spiritual states.
It does not mean that your spiritual development stops. You still travel at a certain speed but might no longer feel the original thrill and acceleration.
Makes sense, right?
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007
When you increase your inner level of energy, you need your mind and body vehicle to be functioning harmoniously.
What does it mean? It means that tensions or inner conflicts have been cleared.
Imagine that your mind is tense or angry for instance.
When you increase the flow of life force or energy in your system, the tensions or negative emotions are multiplied.
Everything is fed by the new flowing energy, not just positive patterns.
Clearing the channels in your mind allow for fresh energy to flow naturally in your being without creating tensions.
Now of course, the new flowing energy is itself very harmonizing. However, you might have thoughts, beliefs or emotions which can become destructive for you or others when stimulated.
The whole point of harmonizing your mind and body is for your system to be able to take a stronger flow of power and energy.
Sometimes your spiritual progress will simply stop until you shift some key thoughts, beliefs or action lines and create new mind sets which are aligned with humankind's long term purpose.Simple, right? :)
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Now that time has come to talk a bit more about Mataji, I was inspired to create a new channel for that.
Here it is:
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Today, I would like to thank all those who have been connected with the Yoga stream and contributed to make it what it is today.
Masters and students alike!
This energy field is an ever growing adventure.
It is thrilling to know that such a vast network of people and energies are at play.This creates a vast stream of inspiration everyone benefits from!
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Friday, June 22, 2007
Sometimes, you might spend lots of time trying to fit into an existing system while you know it does not match what you feel.
Any time you step beyond a certain tradition, you take a small risk because you explore new territories.
This is what it can feel like to establish a connection with Babaji.
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
There are so many ways to connect with
Babaji!
The traditional
kriya way that a few systems use is only one of them.
They often function around a few core techniques like a certain breathing technique or a specific set of yoga postures.
All these are of great value and do work.
However, they are not unique.
If you were focusing on developing new techniques to connect with
Babaji, if you are skilled at it within a few months or years you would have designed your own unique system.
It could involve anything like rituals, devotional singing, yogic postures,
mudras, specific
mantric formulas and so much more.
There is no limit!
It is like climbing to the top of the Everest.
The fact that a team successfully used a certain route does not mean that this is the only way to the top.
Remember that you function from a state of freedom!
Babaji will never reject your call because you did not use a specific system or sang a wrong note.
Remember that Babaji is an intelligent energy field.It is there to free you!Not to limit you within a fixed set of rules and behaviors.
This is probably one of the key ideas to remember.
Oups... We were talking about
Jnana, right?
Jnana stands for knowledge.
This is what I am doing now.
When you sit down and write down ideas which express a
certain experience, that's what you do.
It is an art to create a conceptual
architecture which matches your experience of reality.
You can design your own architecture of beliefs and play with ideas and concepts.
It is fun to do and the way to start is simply to dare.
Free your mind!That's your possible doorway into
Jnana Yoga
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
There are probably millions of people on this planet who feel connected with the
siddhas or
kriya yoga streams.
Sirajala is a name for this invisible network of connections.
Sirajala - Invisible network
This invisible network will never be manifested in the form of a physical organization.
Why? Because it is free and open.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
"I called him through meditation for a month now - How come he does not speak to me?" - Question
If you already meditated on some techniques and feel like there is no answer coming, it is simply because the answer you receive is usually very subtle and can hardly be felt.
Babaji can communicate to you in many ways and physical speech will probably not be one of them.
Why?
Because this is not how telepathic touch usually works.
This is not how a connection with a guru field usually works.
I know that you might have read books where a master appears to his disciples physically but for most people, this will never happen.
The results that you get from any spiritual practice are usually much more subtle and much less spectacular.
They are feelings of bliss, sudden inspiration to take some form of action, an inner feeling of love and so much more.
These are only examples.
Keep your mind free and be open to any experience even a no-experience.
Even if you don't feel or perceive a change it is still actually happening.
The spiritual training you are engaged into empowers your mind, body and spirit.
The impact of a technique is very subtle and it is often only after a few months that you notice a real difference in the way you perceive your life, thoughts, emotions and connections with what surrounds you.
More on this?
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Sunday, June 17, 2007
How to manifest a state of yoga
Yoga means unity.
When you are in a state of unity you manifest your universal identity.
You function from a place where there is no separation between you and the cosmos, the planet, nature and humankind.
You know that we do live in a field of unified
consciousness, right?
You experienced it in many ways.
Now, the goal of yoga is to experience that field all the time.
It is to be in a state of mystical union every single minute.
Now, the effects of this state of unity are so
powerful that they transform your mind and body forever.
How to manifest a state of yoga?
The first step is to really understand what you want to do.
Once you have understanding, you need to connect with a stream of power and inspiration that will take you there.
It is like swimming in a river that takes you to the sea
Yoga is an invisible system.
No one fully owns it.
It is anywhere you are, not just in an
Himalayan cave.
How does
Babaji help you with this?
Well it is like getting the help and sponsorship from someone who travelled that path before.
Now, imagine connecting with a being who lives in a state of unity.
The first challenge you might face is to be able to relate to
Babaji in a way which matches what he has to offer.
Imagine that you are standing in front of a semi god or avatar right where you are now.
Are you sure that trying to get his email address or physical address is the way to go?
You might try to relate to that being as if he was a person:
- What does he eat?
- What is his real name?
- How can I meet him physically?
- How old is he?
- Where was he born?
- Etc.
Now, these questions usually stay unanswered.
The questions that do get answered have nothing to do with Babaji's personality.
They have to do with your own spiritual development.
If you feel limited in the way you perceive Babaji's being, expand your imagination and realize that you are relating to an omnipresent energy reality.
This is as well called a guru field.
Guru means light.
Now, this energy field does respond to your emotions and intentions.
This energy field sees through you.
You might believe that because you relate to that energy field, you need to give up your power and destroy your personality?
Not at all!
You need your personality as a worldly vehicle.
You need to keep on functioning on this planet.
All these are key ideas to help you along the path.
The next step is to ask for help.
It is very simple:
This energy field can't connect with you unless you want to.
Simply express your call in one way or another:
- "I am ready"
- "Can you guide me?"
- "I need your help"
- Or any other expression of your desire to connect with that energy reality.
That's it :)
It's not so much the words, it is the intention.
Realize that you are communicating with a field of intelligence which is much vaster than yourself and much vaster than a person.
Now, you probably won't see the sky opening up or a voice talking to you (even though this could happen as well... Maybe :))
The guidance and inspiration you might receive is usually much more subtle.
Here are some examples of what can happen:
- There is no clear answer but the following day you feel inspired to do something.
- This action might look insignificant but it is one small step in the right direction.
- Or you might have a sudden realization two days later.
- Or you suddenly feel a strong stream of bliss.
- Or you feel nothing at all.
- Etc.
These are only some examples of course.
The range of experiences you can have are so diverse.
It is impossible to even attempt to describe them all.
The next step is to respond to this inspiration and actually take action.
Now, taking action can often feel like a small risk.
You don't really know what you are responding to.
It simply feels right.
To take action you need to trust yourself, trust your instinct and trust your source of inspiration.
As you can see, the whole process of manifesting a state of Yoga has its own inner dynamic.
While none of this is fixed and crystallized, you will still recognize some form of coherence behind the inspiration that touches you.
It all makes total sense once you start taking action in that direction.
Now, this "trust" dimension is essential.
Nothing happens unless you fully trust this field of energy and respond to it.
This field of energy can't inspire you unless you ask for help and guidance.
It might be just a one time question or call.
Or it might be a call you renew every day through meditation for instance.
This energy reality simply responds accordingly.
You are free!
Now, this is not exclusive.
The fact that you relate to this specific line of evolution does not mean that you have to cut contact with everything else.
It is not exclusive.
You are free!
That's it for today
Enjoy! ok?
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Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sanat Kumara - His name in Sanskrit Calligraphy
Sanat Kumara
SANAT KUMARA
The planetary prince
Connecting means establishing a powerful
mind foundation in your being. We often
think that connecting with a spiritual
stream has to do with reaching out for
something outside of us, beyond the limits
of our being, rejecting our ego, desires
and so on.
The truth is that integrating works
better: establish in the core of your
being the vibration of your cosmic
identity.
How? Here is a simple technique: The
ultimate authority or guide on the planet
is an eternal life force. There are many
directions we can tune in: gods,
goddesses, incarnated gurus. Here is what
you can try: Sanat Kumara. This
intelligence is the head of the planetary
or human hierarchy. He is the ultimate
authority. If you want to connect with
your long term destiny line, practice this
simple technique: write his name in
Sanskrit:
Write this calligraphy, express it, put it
in forms, engrave it in stone or wood.
This will send a very clear message inside
of you about where you want to be, where
you want to go. Action, conscious action
follows. Ask yourself: what role do you
want to play for others?
Enjoy!
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Babaji's interest in the West
Babaji's interest in the West
From
Autobiography of a Yogi
by Paramahansa Yogananda
"MASTER, did you ever meet Babaji?"
It was a calm summer night in Serampore;
the large stars of the tropics gleamed over our
heads as I sat by Sri Yukteswar's side on the
second-story balcony of the hermitage.
"Yes." Master smiled at my direct question;
his eyes lit with reverence. "Three times I've
been blessed by the sight of the deathless guru.
Our first meeting was in Allahabad at a Kumbha
Mela."
The religious fairs held in India since
time immemorial are known as Kumbha Melas; they've
kept spiritual goals in constant sight of the
multitude. Devout Hindus gather by the millions
every six years to meet thousands of sadhus,
yogis, swamis, and ascetics of all kinds. Many are
hermits who never leave their secluded haunts
except to attend the melas and bestow their
blessings on worldly men and women.
"I wasn't a swami at the time I met
Babaji," Sri Yukteswar went on. "But I had already
received Kriya initiation from Lahiri Mahasaya. He
encouraged me to attend the mela which was
convening in January, 1894 at Allahabad. It was my
first experience of a kumbha; I felt slightly
dazed by the clamour and surge of the crowd. In my
searching gazes around I saw no illumined face of
a master. Passing a bridge on the bank of the
Ganges,
I noticed an acquaintance standing near-by, his
begging bowl extended.
"'Oh, this fair is nothing but a chaos of
noise and beggars,' I thought in disillusionment.
'I wonder if Western scientists, patiently
enlarging the realms of knowledge for the
practical good of mankind, aren't more pleasing to
God than these idlers who profess religion but
concentrate on alms.'
"My smouldering reflections on social
reform were interrupted by the voice of a tall
sannyasi who halted before me.
"'Sir,' he said, 'a saint is calling you.'
"'Who is he?'
"'Come and see for yourself.'
"Hesitantly following this laconic advice,
I soon found myself near a tree whose branches
were sheltering a guru with an attractive group of
disciples. The master, a bright unusual figure,
with sparkling dark eyes, rose at my approach and
embraced me.
"'Welcome, Swamiji,' he said
affectionately.
"'Sir,' I replied emphatically, 'I'm not a
swami.'
"'Those on whom I'm divinely directed to
bestow the title of "swami" never cast it off.'
The saint addressed me simply, but deep conviction
of truth rang in his words; I was engulfed in an
instant wave of spiritual blessing. Smiling at my
sudden elevation into the ancient monastic order,
[1] I bowed at the feet of the obviously great and
angelic being in human form who had thus honoured
me.
"Babaji-for it was indeed he-motioned me to
a seat near him under the tree. He was strong and
young, and looked like Lahiri Mahasaya; yet the
resemblance didn't strike me, even though I had
often heard of the extraordinary similarities in
the appearance of the two masters. Babaji
possesses a power by which he can prevent any
specific thought from arising in a person's mind.
Evidently the great guru wished me to be perfectly
natural in his presence, not overawed by knowledge
of his identity.
"'What do you think of the Kumbha Mela?'
"'I was greatly disappointed, sir.' I added
hastily, 'Up till the time I met you. Somehow
saints and this commotion don't seem to belong
together.'
"'Child,' the master said, though
apparently I was nearly twice his own age, 'for
the faults of the many, judge not the whole.
Everything on earth is of mixed character, like a
mingling of sand and sugar. Be like the wise ant
which seizes only the sugar, and leaves the sand
untouched. Though many sadhus here still wander in
delusion, yet the mela is blessed by a few men of
God-realisation.'
"In view of my own meeting with this
exalted master, I quickly agreed with his
observation.
"'Sir,' I commented, 'I've been thinking of
the scientific men of the West, greater by far in
intelligence than most people congregated here,
living in distant Europe and America, professing
different creeds, and ignorant of the real values
of such melas as the present one. They are the men
who could benefit greatly by meetings with
India's masters. But, although high in
intellectual attainments, many Westerners are
wedded to rank materialism. Others, famous in
science and philosophy, don't recognise the
essential unity in religion. Their creeds serve as
insurmountable barriers that threaten to separate
them from us forever.'
"'I saw that you're interested in the West,
as well as the East.' Babaji's face beamed with
approval. 'I felt the pangs of your heart, broad
enough for all men, whether Oriental or
Occidental. That's why I summoned you here.
"'East and West must establish a golden
middle path of activity and spirituality
combined,' he continued. 'India has much to learn
from the West in material development; in return,
India can teach the universal methods by which the
West will be able to base its religious beliefs on
the unshakeable foundations of yogic science.
"'You, Swamiji, have a part to play in the
coming harmonious exchange between Orient and
Occident. Some years hence I shall send you a
disciple whom you can train for yoga dissemination
in the West. The vibrations there of many
spiritually seeking souls come flood-like to me. I
perceive potential saints in America and Europe,
waiting to be awakened.'"
At this point in his story, Sri Yukteswar
turned his gaze fully on mine.
"My son," he said, smiling in the
moonlight, "you're the disciple that, years ago,
Babaji promised to send me."
I was happy to learn that Babaji had
directed my steps to Sri Yukteswar, yet it was
hard for me to visualise myself in the remote
West, away from my beloved guru and the simple
hermitage peace.
"Babaji then spoke of the Bhagavad Gita,"
Sri Yukteswar went on. "To my astonishment, he
indicated by a few words of praise that he was
aware of the fact that I had written
interpretations on various Gita chapters.
"'At my request, Swamiji, please undertake
another task,' the great master said. 'Will you
not write a short book on the underlying basic
unity between the Christian and Hindu scriptures?
Show by parallel references that the inspired sons
of God have spoken the same truths, now obscured
by men's sectarian differences.'
"'Maharaj,' [2] I answered diffidently,
'what a command! Shall I be able to fulfil it?'
"Babaji laughed softly. 'My son, why do you
doubt?' he said reassuringly. 'Indeed, Whose work
is all this, and Who's the Doer of all actions?
Whatever the Lord has made me say is bound to
materialise as truth.'
"I deemed myself empowered by the blessings
of the saint, and agreed to write the book.
Feeling reluctantly that the parting-hour had
arrived, I rose from my leafy seat.
"'Do you know Lahiri?' [3] the master
inquired. 'He is a great soul, isn't he? Tell him
of our meeting.' He then gave me a message for
Lahiri Mahasaya.
"After I had bowed humbly in farewell, the
saint smiled benignly. 'When your book is
finished, I shall pay you a visit,' he promised.
'Good-by for the present.'
"I left Allahabad the following day and
entrained for Varanasi. Reaching my guru's home, I
poured out the story of the wonderful saint at the
Kumbha Mela.
"'Oh, didn't you recognise him?' Lahiri
Mahasaya's eyes were dancing with laughter. 'I see
you couldn't, for he prevented you. He is my
incomparable guru, the celestial Babaji!'
"'Babaji!' I repeated, awe-struck. 'The
yogi-Christ Babaji! The invisible-visible saviour
Babaji! Oh, if I could just recall the past and be
once more in his presence, to show my devotion at
his lotus feet!'
"'Never mind,' Lahiri Mahasaya said
consolingly. 'He has promised to see you again.'
"'Gurudeva, the divine master asked me to
give you a message. "Tell Lahiri," he said, "that
the stored-up power for this life now runs low;
it's nearly finished."'
"At my utterance of these enigmatic words,
Lahiri Mahasaya's figure trembled as though
touched by a lightning current. In an instant
everything about him fell silent; his smiling
countenance turned incredibly stern. Like a wooden
statue, sombre and immovable in its seat, his body
became colourless. I was alarmed and bewildered.
Never in my life had I seen this joyous soul
manifest such awful gravity. The other disciples
present stared apprehensively.
"Three hours passed in utter silence. Then
Lahiri Mahasaya resumed his natural, cheerful
demeanour, and spoke affectionately to each of the
chelas. Everyone sighed in relief.
"I realised by my master's reaction that
Babaji's message had been an unmistakable signal
by which Lahiri Mahasaya understood that his body
would soon be untenanted. His awesome silence
proved that my guru had instantly controlled his
being, cut his last cord of attachment to the
material world, and fled to his ever-living
identity in Spirit. Babaji's remark had been his
way of saying: 'I shall be ever with you.'
"Though Babaji and Lahiri Mahasaya were
omniscient, and had no need of communicating with
each other through me or any other intermediary,
the great ones often condescend to play a part in
the human drama. Occasionally they transmit their
prophecies through messengers in an ordinary way,
that the final fulfilment of their words may
infuse greater divine faith in a wide circle of
men who later learn the story.
"I soon left Varanasi, and set to work in
Serampore on the scriptural writings requested by
Babaji," Sri Yukteswar continued. "No sooner had I
begun my task than I was able to compose a poem
dedicated to the deathless guru. The melodious
lines flowed effortlessly from my pen, though
never before had I attempted Sanskrit poetry.
"In the quiet of night I busied myself over
a comparison of the Bible and the scriptures of
Sanatan Dharma. [4] Quoting the words of the
blessed Lord Jesus, I showed that his teachings
were in essence one with the revelations of the
Vedas. To my relief, my book was finished in a
short time; I realised that this speedy blessing
was due to the grace of my Param-Guru-Maharaj. [5]
The chapters first appeared in the Sadhusambad
journal; later they were privately printed as a
book by one of my Kidderpore disciples.
"The morning after I had concluded my
literary efforts," Master continued, "I went to
the Rai Ghat here to bathe in the Ganges. The ghat
was deserted; I stood still for awhile, enjoying
the sunny peace. After a dip in the sparkling
waters, I started for home. The only sound in the
silence was that of my Ganges-drenched cloth,
swish-swashing with every step. As I passed beyond
the site of the large banyan tree near the river
bank, a strong impulse urged me to look back.
There, under the shade of the banyan, and
surrounded by a few disciples, sat the great
Babaji!
"'Greetings, Swamiji!' The beautiful voice
of the master rang out to assure me I wasn't
dreaming. 'I see you've successfully completed
your book. As I promised, I'm here to thank you.'
"With a fast-beating heart, I prostrated
myself fully at his feet. 'Param-guruji,' I said
imploringly, 'will you and your chelas not honour
my near-by home with your presence?'
"The supreme guru smilingly declined. 'No,
child,' he said, 'we're people who like the
shelter of trees; this spot is quite comfortable.'
"'Please tarry awhile, master.' I gazed
entreatingly at him. 'I shall be back at once with
some special sweetmeats.'
"When I returned in a few minutes with a
dish of delicacies, lo! the lordly banyan no
longer sheltered the celestial troupe. I searched
all around the ghat, but in my heart I knew the
little band had already fled on etheric wings.
"I was deeply hurt. 'Even if we meet again,
I wouldn't care to talk to him,' I assured myself.
'He was unkind to leave me so suddenly.' This was
a wrath of love, of course, and nothing more.
"A few months later I visited Lahiri
Mahasaya in Varanasi. As I entered his little
parlour, my guru smiled in greeting.
"'Welcome, Yukteswar,' he said. 'Did you
just meet Babaji at the threshold of my room?'
"'Why, no,' I answered in surprise.
"'Come here.' Lahiri Mahasaya touched me
gently on the forehead; at once I beheld, near the
door, the form of Babaji, blooming like a perfect
lotus.
"I remembered my old hurt, and didn't bow.
Lahiri Mahasaya looked at me in astonishment.
"The divine guru gazed at me with
fathomless eyes. 'You're annoyed with me.'
"'Sir, why shouldn't I be?' I answered.
'Out of the air you came with your magic group,
and into the thin air you vanished.'
"'I told you I would see you, but didn't
say how long I would remain.' Babaji laughed
softly. 'You were full of excitement. I assure you
that I was fairly extinguished in the ether by the
gust of your restlessness.'
"I was instantly satisfied by this
unflattering explanation. I knelt at his feet; the
supreme guru patted me kindly on the shoulder.
"'Child, you must meditate more,' he said.
'Your gaze isn't yet faultless-you couldn't see me
hiding behind the sunlight.' With these words in
the voice of a celestial flute, Babaji disappeared
into the hidden radiance.
"That was one of my last visits to Varanasi
to see my guru," Sri Yukteswar concluded. "Even as
Babaji had foretold at the Kumbha Mela, the
householder-incarnation of Lahiri Mahasaya was
drawing to a close. During the summer of 1895 his
stalwart body developed a small boil on the back.
He protested against lancing; he was working out
in his own flesh the evil karma of some of his
disciples. Finally a few chelas became very
insistent; the master replied cryptically:
"'The body has to find a cause to go; I'll
be agreeable to whatever you want to do.'
"A short time later the incomparable guru
gave up his body in
Varanasi.
No longer need I seek him out in his little
parlour; I find every day of my life blessed by
his omnipresent guidance."
Years later, from the lips of Swami
Keshabananda, [6] an advanced disciple, I heard
many wonderful details about the passing of Lahiri
Mahasaya.
"A few days before my guru relinquished his
body," Keshabananda told me, "he materialised
himself before me as I sat in my hermitage at
Hardwar.
"'Come at once to Varanasi.' With these
words Lahiri Mahasaya vanished.
"I entrained at once for Varanasi. At my
guru's home I found many disciples assembled. For
hours that day [7] the master expounded the Gita;
then he addressed us simply.
"'I'm going home.'
"Sobs of anguish broke out like an
irresistible torrent.
"'Be comforted; I shall rise again.' After
this utterance Lahiri Mahasaya thrice turned his
body around in a circle, faced the north in his
lotus posture, and gloriously entered the final
maha-samadhi. [8]
"Lahiri Mahasaya's beautiful body, so dear
to the devotees, was cremated with solemn
householder rites at Manikarnika Ghat by the holy
Ganges," Keshabananda continued. "The following
day, at ten o'clock in the morning, while I was
still in Varanasi, my room was suffused with a
great light. Lo! before me stood the flesh and
blood form of Lahiri Mahasaya! It looked exactly
like his old body, except that it appeared younger
and more radiant. My divine guru spoke to me.
"'Keshabananda,' he said, 'it's I. From the
disintegrated atoms of my cremated body, I've
resurrected a remodelled form. My householder work
in the world is done; but I don't leave the earth
entirely. Henceforth I shall spend some time with
Babaji in the Himalayas, and with Babaji in the
cosmos.'
"With a few words of blessing to me, the
transcendent master vanished. Wondrous inspiration
filled my heart; I was uplifted in Spirit even as
were the disciples of Christ and Kabir [9] when
they had gazed on their living gurus after
physical death.
"When I returned to my isolated Hardwar
hermitage," Keshabananda went on, "I carried with
me the sacred ashes of my guru. I know he has
escaped the spatio-temporal cage; the bird of
omnipresence is freed. Yet it comforted my heart
to enshrine his sacred remains."
Another disciple who was blessed by the
sight of his resurrected guru was the saintly
Panchanon Bhattacharya, founder of the Calcutta
Arya Mission Institution. [10]
I visited Panchanon at his Calcutta home,
and listened with delight to the story of his many
years with the master. In conclusion, he told me
of the most marvellous event in his life.
"Here in Calcutta," Panchanon said, "at ten
o'clock of the morning which followed his
cremation, Lahiri Mahasaya appeared before me in
living glory."
Swami Pranabananda, the "saint with two
bodies," also confided to me the details of his
own supernal experience.
"A few days before Lahiri Mahasaya left his
body," Pranabananda told me at the time he visited
my Ranchi school, "I received a letter from him,
requesting me to come at once to Varanasi. I was
delayed, however, and couldn't leave at once. As I
was in the midst of my travel preparations, about
ten o'clock in the morning, I was suddenly
overwhelmed with joy to see the shining figure of
my guru.
"'Why hurry to Varanasi?' Lahiri Mahasaya
said, smiling. 'You shall find me there no
longer.'
"As the import of his words dawned on me, I
sobbed broken-heartedly, believing that I was
seeing him only in a vision.
"The master approached me comfortingly.
'Here, touch my flesh,' he said. 'I'm living, as
always. Do not lament; am I not with you
forever?'"
From the lips of these three great
disciples, a story of wondrous truth has emerged:
At the morning hour of ten, on the day after the
body of Lahiri Mahasaya had been consigned to the
flames, the resurrected master, in a real but
transfigured body, appeared before three
disciples, each one in a different city.
"So when this corruptible shall have put on
incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on
immortality, then shall be brought to pass the
saying that's written, Death is swallowed up in
victory. death, where's your sting? grave, where's
your victory?"
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Sirajala - Invisible network
Sirajala - Invisible network
Sirajala (the invisible network) will never be a manifested organization. The goal is to protect your individual freedom and let it expand in its own way.
All connections are free
and intuitive.
You stay the center
of your life.
The core of this
connection is You - Babaji.
Anything which takes
away the power and focus from this connection is a side track.
This is about you! It is
to empower you as an individual.
My goal is to free your
mind, not to limit you within a rigid set of rules, beliefs and behaviors.
You reinvent your life
every single minute.
You rediscover your
inner freedom as you live.
Your freedom, your mind
and what lives in it are intuitive realities.
You reawaken daily your
connection with your universal identity.
This is the core of your
being. It is the core of what lives in it.
You are free every
single second of your life.
Good luck and stay in touch
vitalcoach
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Materializing a palace in the Himalayas
Materializing a
palace in the Himalayas
From
Autobiography of a Yogi
by Paramahansa Yogananda
"Babaji's first
meeting with Lahiri Mahasaya is an enthralling
story, and one of the few which gives us a
detailed glimpse of the deathless guru."
These words were Swami Kebalananda's
preamble to a wondrous tale. The first time he
recounted it I was literally spellbound. On many
other occasions I coaxed my gentle Sanskrit tutor
to repeat the story, which was later told me in
substantially the same words by Sri Yukteswar.
Both these Lahiri Mahasaya disciples had heard the
awesome tale direct from the lips of their guru.
"My first meeting with Babaji took place in
my thirty-third year," Lahiri Mahasaya had said.
"In the autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur
as a government accountant in the Military
Engineering Department. One morning the office
manager summoned me.
"'Lahiri,' he said, 'a telegram has just
come from our main office. You're to be
transferred to Ranikhet, where an army post [1] is
now being established.'
"With one servant, I set out on the
500-mile trip. Travelling by horse and buggy, we
arrived in thirty days at the Himalayan site of
Ranikhet. [2]
"My office duties were not onerous; I was
able to spend many hours roaming in the
magnificent hills. A rumour reached me that great
saints blessed the region with their presence; I
felt a strong desire to see them. During a ramble
one early afternoon, I was astounded to hear a
distant voice calling my name. I continued my
vigorous upward climb on Drongiri Mountain. A
slight uneasiness beset me at the thought that I
might not be able to retrace my steps before
darkness had descended over the jungle.
"I finally reached a small clearing whose
sides were dotted with caves. On one of the rocky
ledges stood a smiling young man, extending his
hand in welcome. I noticed with astonishment that,
except for his copper-coloured hair, he bore a
remarkable resemblance to myself.
"'Lahiri, you've come!' The saint addressed
me affectionately in Hindi. 'Rest here in this
cave. It was I who called you.'
"I entered a neat little grotto which
contained several woollen blankets and a few
kamandulus (begging bowls).
"'Lahiri, do you remember that seat?' The
yogi pointed to a folded blanket in one corner.
"'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the
strangeness of my adventure, I added, 'I must
leave now, before nightfall. I have business in
the morning at my office.'
"The mysterious saint replied in English,
'The office was brought for you, and not you for
the office.'
"I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic
shouldn't only speak English but also paraphrase
the words of Christ. [3]
"'I see my telegram took effect.' The
yogi's remark was incomprehensible to me; I
inquired his meaning.
"'I refer to the telegram that summoned you
to these isolated parts. It was I who silently
suggested to the mind of your superior officer
that you be transferred to Ranikhet. When one
feels his unity with mankind, all minds become
transmitting stations through which he can work at
will.' He added gently, 'Lahiri, surely this cave
seems familiar to you?'
"As I maintained a bewildered silence, the
saint approached and struck me gently on the
forehead. At his magnetic touch, a wondrous
current swept through my brain, releasing the
sweet seed-memories of my previous life.
"'I remember!' My voice was half-choked
with joyous sobs. 'You're my guru Babaji, who has
belonged to me always! Scenes of the past arise
vividly in my mind; here in this cave I spent many
years of my last incarnation!' As ineffable
recollections overwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced
my master's feet.
"'For more than three decades I've waited
for you here-waited for you to return to me!'
Babaji's voice rang with celestial love. 'You
slipped away and vanished into the tumultuous
waves of the life beyond death. The magic wand of
your karma touched you, and you were gone! Though
you lost sight of me, never did I lose sight of
you! I pursued you over the luminescent astral sea
where the glorious angels sail. Through gloom,
storm, upheaval, and light I followed you, like a
mother bird guarding her young. As you lived out
your human term of womb-life, and emerged a babe,
my eye was ever on you. When you covered your tiny
form in the lotus posture under the Nadia sands in
your childhood, I was invisibly present!
Patiently, month after month, year after year,
I've watched over you, waiting for this perfect
day. Now you're with me! Lo, here's your cave,
loved of yore! I've kept it ever clean and ready
for you. Here's your hallowed asana-blanket, where
you daily sat to fill your expanding heart with
God! Behold there your bowl, from which you often
drank the nectar prepared by me! See how I've kept
the brass cup brightly polished, that you might
drink again therefrom! My own, do you now
understand?'
"'My guru, what can I say?' I murmured
brokenly. 'Where has one ever heard of such
deathless love?' I gazed long and ecstatically on
my eternal treasure, my guru in life and death.
"'Lahiri, you need purification. Drink the
oil in this bowl and lie down by the river.'
Babaji's practical wisdom, I reflected with a
quick, reminiscent smile, was ever to the fore.
"I obeyed his directions. Though the icy
Himalayan night was descending, a comforting
warmth, an inner radiation, began to pulsate in
every cell of my body. I marvelled. Was the
unknown oil endued with a cosmic heat?
"Bitter winds whipped around me in the
darkness, shrieking a fierce challenge. The chill
wavelets of the Gogash River lapped now and then
over my body, outstretched on the rocky bank.
Tigers howled near-by, but my heart was free of
fear; the radiant force newly generated within me
conveyed an assurance of unassailable protection.
Several hours passed swiftly; faded memories of
another life wove themselves into the present
brilliant pattern of reunion with my divine guru.
"My solitary musings were interrupted by
the sound of approaching footsteps. In the
darkness, a man's hand gently helped me to my
feet, and gave me some dry clothing.
"'Come, brother,' my companion said. 'The
master awaits you.'
"He led the way through the forest. The
sombre night was suddenly lit by a steady
luminosity in the distance.
"'Can that be the sunrise?' I inquired.
'Surely the whole night hasn't passed?'
"'The hour is midnight.' My guide laughed
softly. 'Yonder light is the glow of a golden
palace, materialised here tonight by the peerless
Babaji. In the dim past, you once expressed a
desire to enjoy the beauties of a palace. Our
master is now satisfying your wish, thus freeing
you from the bonds of karma.' [4] He added, 'The
magnificent palace will be the scene of your
initiation tonight into kriya yoga. All your
brothers here join in a paean of welcome,
rejoicing at the end of your long exile. Behold!'
"A vast palace of dazzling gold stood
before us. Studded with countless jewels, and set
amidst landscaped gardens, it presented a
spectacle of unparalleled grandeur. Saints of
angelic countenance were stationed by resplendent
gates, half-reddened by the glitter of rubies.
Diamonds, pearls, sapphires, and emeralds of great
size and lustre were imbedded in the decorative
arches.
"I followed my companion into a spacious
reception hall. The odour of incense and of roses
wafted through the air; dim lamps shed a
multicoloured glow. Small groups of devotees, some
fair, some dark-skinned, chanted musically, or sat
in the meditative posture, immersed in an inner
peace. A vibrant joy pervaded the atmosphere.
"'Feast your eyes; enjoy the artistic
splendours of this palace, for it has been brought
into being solely in your honour.' My guide smiled
sympathetically as I uttered a few ejaculations of
wonderment.
"'Brother,' I said, 'the beauty of this
structure surpasses the bounds of human
imagination. Please tell me the mystery of its
origin.'
"'I'll gladly enlighten you.' My
companion's dark eyes sparkled with wisdom. 'In
reality there's nothing inexplicable about this
materialisation. The whole cosmos is a
materialised thought of the Creator. This heavy,
earthly clod, floating in space, is a dream of
God. He made all things out of His consciousness,
even as man in his dream consciousness reproduces
and vivifies a creation with its creatures.
"'God first created the earth as an idea.
Then He quickened it; energy atoms came into
being. He co-ordinated the atoms into this solid
sphere. All its molecules are held together by the
will of God. When He withdraws His will, the earth
again will disintegrate into energy. Energy will
dissolve into consciousness; the earth-idea will
disappear from objectivity.
"'The substance of a dream is held in
materialisation by the subconscious thought of the
dreamer. When that cohesive thought is withdrawn
in wakefulness, the dream and its elements
dissolve. A man closes his eyes and erects a
dream-creation which, on awakening, he
effortlessly dematerialises. He follows the divine
archetypal pattern. Similarly, when he awakens in
cosmic consciousness, he will effortlessly
dematerialise the illusions of the cosmic dream.
"'Being one with the infinite
all-accomplishing Will, Babaji can summon the
elemental atoms to combine and manifest themselves
in any form. This golden palace, instantaneously
created, is real, even as this earth is real.
Babaji created this palatial mansion out of his
mind and is holding its atoms together by the
power of his will, even as God created this earth
and is maintaining it intact.' He added, 'When
this structure has served its purpose, Babaji will
dematerialise it.'
"As I remained silent in awe, my guide made
a sweeping gesture. 'This shimmering palace,
superbly embellished with jewels, hasn't been
built by human effort or with laboriously mined
gold and gems. It stands solidly, a monumental
challenge to man. [5] Whoever realises himself as
a son of God, even as Babaji has done, can reach
any goal by the infinite powers hidden within him.
A common stone locks within itself the secret of
stupendous atomic energy; [6] even so, a mortal is
yet a powerhouse of divinity.'
"The sage picked up from a near-by table a
graceful vase whose handle was blazing with
diamonds. 'Our great guru created this palace by
solidifying myriads of free cosmic rays,' he went
on. 'Touch this vase and its diamonds; they will
satisfy all the tests of sensory experience.'
"I examined the vase, and passed my hand
over the smooth room-walls, thick with glistening
gold. Each of the jewels scattered lavishly about
was worthy of a king's collection. Deep
satisfaction spread over my mind. A submerged
desire, hidden in my subconsciousness from lives
now gone, seemed simultaneously gratified and
extinguished.
"My stately companion led me through ornate
arches and corridors into a series of chambers
richly furnished in the style of an emperor's
palace. We entered an immense hall. In the centre
stood a golden throne, encrusted with jewels
shedding a dazzling medley of colours. There, in
lotus posture, sat the supreme Babaji. I knelt on
the shining floor at his feet.
"'Lahiri, are you still feasting on your
dream desires for a golden palace?' My guru's eyes
were twinkling like his own sapphires. 'Wake! All
your earthly thirsts are about to be quenched
forever.' He murmured some mystic words of
blessing. 'My son, arise. Receive your initiation
into the kingdom of God through kriya yoga.'
"Babaji stretched out his hand; a homa
(sacrificial) fire appeared, surrounded by fruits
and flowers. I received the liberating yogic
technique before this flaming altar.
"The rites were completed in the early
dawn. I felt no need for sleep in my ecstatic
state, and wandered around the palace, filled on
all sides with treasures and priceless objets
d'art. Descending to the gorgeous gardens, I
noticed, near-by, the same caves and barren
mountain ledges which yesterday had boasted no
adjacency to palace or flowered terrace.
"Re-entering the palace, fabulously
glistening in the cold Himalayan sunlight, I
sought the presence of my master. He was still
enthroned, surrounded by many quiet disciples.
"'Lahiri, you're hungry.' Babaji added,
'Close your eyes.'
"When I reopened them, the enchanting
palace and its picturesque gardens had
disappeared. My own body and the forms of Babaji
and the cluster of chelas were all now seated on
the bare ground at the exact site of the vanished
palace, not far from the sunlit entrances of the
rocky grottoes. I recalled that my guide had
remarked that the palace would be dematerialised,
its captive atoms released into the
thought-essence from which it had sprung. Although
stunned, I looked trustingly at my guru. I knew
not what to expect next on this day of miracles.
"'The purpose for which the palace was
created has now been served,' Babaji explained. He
lifted an earthen vessel from the ground. 'Put
your hand there and receive whatever food you
desire.'
"As soon as I touched the broad, empty
bowl, it became heaped with hot butter-fried
luchis, curry, and rare sweetmeats. I helped
myself, observing that the vessel was ever-filled.
At the end of my meal I looked around for water.
My guru pointed to the bowl before me. Lo! the
food had vanished; in its place was water, clear
as from a mountain stream.
"'Few mortals know that the kingdom of God
includes the kingdom of mundane fulfilments,'
Babaji observed. 'The divine realm extends to the
earthly, but the latter, being illusory, can't
include the essence of reality.'
"'Beloved guru, last night you demonstrated
for me the link of beauty in heaven and earth!' I
smiled at memories of the vanished palace; surely
no simple yogi had ever received initiation into
the august mysteries of Spirit amidst surroundings
of more impressive luxury! I gazed tranquilly at
the stark contrast of the present scene. The gaunt
ground, the skyey roof, the caves offering
primitive shelter-all seemed a gracious natural
setting for the seraphic saints around me.
"I sat that afternoon on my blanket,
hallowed by associations of past-life realisations.
My divine guru approached and passed his hand over
my head. I entered the nirbikalpa samadhi state,
remaining unbrokenly in its bliss for seven days.
Crossing the successive strata of self-knowledge,
I penetrated the deathless realms of reality. All
delusive limitations dropped away; my soul was
fully established on the eternal altar of the
Cosmic Spirit. On the eighth day I fell at my
guru's feet and implored him to keep me always
near him in this sacred wilderness.
"'My son,' Babaji said, embracing me, 'your
role in this incarnation must be played on an
outward stage. Prenatally blessed by many lives of
lonely meditation, you must now mingle in the
world of men.
"'A deep purpose underlay the fact that you
didn't meet me this time till you were already a
married man, with modest business
responsibilities. You must put aside your thoughts
of joining our secret band in the Himalayas; your
life lies in the crowded marts, serving as an
example of the ideal yogi-householder.
"'The cries of many bewildered worldly men
and women have not fallen unheard on the ears of
the Great Ones,' he went on. 'You've been chosen
to bring spiritual solace through kriya yoga to
numerous earnest seekers. The millions who are
encumbered by family ties and heavy worldly duties
will take new heart from you, a householder like
themselves. You must guide them to see that the
highest yogic attainments aren't barred to the
family man. Even in the world, the yogi who
faithfully discharges his responsibilities,
without personal motive or attachment, treads the
sure path of enlightenment.
"'No necessity compels you to leave the
world, for inwardly you've already sundered its
every karmic tie. Not of this world, you must yet
be in it. Many years still remain during which you
must conscientiously fulfil your family, business,
civic, and spiritual duties. A sweet new breath of
divine hope will penetrate the arid hearts of
worldly men. From your balanced life, they will
understand that liberation is dependent on inner,
rather than outer, renunciations.'
"How remote seemed my family, the office,
the world, as I listened to my guru in the high
Himalayan solitudes. Yet adamantine truth rang in
his words; I submissively agreed to leave this
blessed haven of peace. Babaji instructed me in
the ancient rigid rules which govern the
transmission of the yogic art from guru to
disciple.
"'Bestow the kriya key only on qualified
chelas,' Babaji said. 'He who vows to sacrifice
all in the quest of the divine is fit to unravel
the final mysteries of life through the science of
meditation.'
"'Angelic guru, as you've already favoured
mankind by resurrecting the lost Kriya art, will
you not increase that benefit by relaxing the
strict requirements for discipleship?' I gazed
beseechingly at Babaji. 'I pray that you permit me
to communicate Kriya to all seekers, even though
at first they can't vow themselves to complete
inner renunciation. The tortured men and women of
the world, pursued by the threefold suffering, [7]
need special encouragement. They may never attempt
the road to freedom if Kriya initiation be
withheld from them.'
"'Be it so. The divine wish has been
expressed through you.' With these simple words,
the merciful guru banished the rigorous safeguards
that for ages had hidden Kriya from the world.
'Give Kriya freely to all who humbly ask for
help.'
"After a silence, Babaji added, 'Repeat to
each of your disciples this majestic promise from
the Bhagavad Gita: "Swalpamasya dharmasya, trayata
mahato bhoyat"-"Even a little bit of the practice
of this religion will save you from dire fears and
colossal sufferings."' [8]
"As I knelt the next morning at my guru's
feet for his farewell blessing, he sensed my deep
reluctance to leave him.
"'There's no separation for us, my beloved
child.' He touched my shoulder affectionately.
'Wherever you are, whenever you call me, I shall
be with you instantly.'
"Consoled by his wondrous promise, and rich
with the newly found gold of God-wisdom, I wended
my way down the mountain. At the office I was
welcomed by my fellow employees, who for ten days
had thought me lost in the Himalayan jungles. A
letter soon arrived from the head office.
"'Lahiri should return to the Danapur [9]
office,' it read. 'His transfer to Ranikhet
occurred by error. Another man should have been
sent to assume the Ranikhet duties.'
"I smiled, reflecting on the hidden
crosscurrents in the events which had led me to
this furthermost spot of India.
"Before returning to Danapur, I spent a few
days with a Bengali family at Moradabad. A party
of six friends gathered to greet me. As I turned
the conversation to spiritual subjects, my host
observed gloomily:
"'Oh, in these days India is destitute of
saints!'
"'Babu,' I protested warmly, 'of course
there are still great masters in this land!'
"In a mood of exalted fervour, I felt
impelled to relate my miraculous experiences in
the Himalayas. The little company was politely
incredulous.
"'Lahiri,' one man said soothingly, 'your
mind has been under a strain in those rarefied
mountain airs. This is some daydream you've
recounted.'
"Burning with the enthusiasm of truth, I
spoke without due thought. 'If I call him, my guru
will appear right in this house.'
"Interest gleamed in every eye; it was no
wonder that the group was eager to behold a saint
materialised in such a strange way.
Half-reluctantly, I asked for a quiet room and two
new woollen blankets.
"'The master will materialise from the
ether,' I said. 'Remain silently outside the door;
I shall soon call you.'
"I sank into the meditative state, humbly
summoning my guru. The darkened room soon filled
with a dim aural moonlight; the luminous figure of
Babaji emerged.
"'Lahiri, do you call me for a trifle?' The
master's gaze was stern. 'Truth is for earnest
seekers, not for those of idle curiosity. It's
easy to believe when one sees; there's nothing
then to deny. Supersensual truth is deserved and
discovered by those who overcome their natural
materialistic scepticism.' He added gravely, 'Let
me go!'
"I fell entreatingly at his feet. 'Holy
guru, I realise my serious error; I humbly ask
pardon. It was to create faith in these
spiritually blinded minds that I ventured to call
you. Because you've graciously appeared at my
prayer, please don't depart without bestowing a
blessing on my friends. Unbelievers though they
be, at least they were willing to investigate the
truth of my strange assertions.'
"'Very well; I'll stay awhile. I don't wish
your word discredited before your friends.'
Babaji's face had softened, but he added gently,
'Henceforth, my son, I shall come when you need
me, and not always when you call me. [ [10]'
"Tense silence reigned in the little group
when I opened the door. As if mistrusting their
senses, my friends stared at the lustrous figure
on the blanket seat.
"'This is mass-hypnotism!' One man laughed
blatantly. 'No one could possibly have entered
this room without our knowledge!'
"Babaji advanced smilingly and motioned to
each one to touch the warm, solid flesh of his
body. Doubts dispelled, my friends prostrated
themselves on the floor in awed repentance.
"'Let halua [11] be prepared.' Babaji made
this request, I knew, to further assure the group
of his physical reality. While the porridge was
boiling, the divine guru chatted affably. Great
was the metamorphosis of these doubting Thomases
into devout St. Pauls. After we had eaten, Babaji
blessed each of us in turn. There was a sudden
flash; we witnessed the instantaneous
dechemicalisation of the electronic elements of
Babaji's body into a spreading vaporous light. The
God-tuned will power of the master had loosened
its grasp of the ether atoms held together as his
body; forthwith the trillions of tiny lifetronic
sparks faded into the infinite reservoir.
"'With my own eyes I've seen the conqueror
of death.' Maitra, [12] one of the group, spoke
reverently. His face was transfigured with the joy
of his recent awakening. 'The supreme guru played
with time and space, as a child plays with
bubbles. I've beheld one with the keys of heaven
and earth.'
"I soon returned to Danapur. Firmly
anchored in the Spirit, again I assumed the
manifold business and family obligations of a
householder."
Lahiri Mahasaya also related to Swami
Kebalananda and Sri Yukteswar the story of another
meeting with Babaji, under circumstances which
recalled the guru's promise: "I shall come
whenever you need me."
"The scene was a Kumbha Mela at Allahabad,"
Lahiri Mahasaya told his disciples. "I had gone
there during a short vacation from my office
duties. As I wandered amidst the throng of monks
and sadhus who had come from great distances to
attend the holy festival, I noticed an ash-smeared
ascetic who was holding a begging bowl. The
thought arose in my mind that the man was
hypocritical, wearing the outward symbols of
renunciation without a corresponding inward grace.
"No sooner had I passed the ascetic than my
astounded eye fell on Babaji. He was kneeling in
front of a matted-haired anchorite.
"'Guruji!' I hastened to his side. 'Sir,
what are you doing here?'
"'I'm washing the feet of this renunciate,
and then I shall clean his cooking utensils.'
Babaji smiled at me like a little child; I knew he
was intimating that he wanted me to criticise no
one, but to see the Lord as residing equally in
all body-temples, whether of superior or inferior
men. The great guru added, 'By serving wise and
ignorant sadhus, I'm learning the greatest of
virtues, pleasing to God above all
others-humility.'"
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Initiations
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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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