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What is Shamballa

What is Shamballa

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Published by Amlan Roychowdhury
Such a prediction has been made in Kalchakra a sacred text of the buddhist,now mainly of Tibet of which I will speak later, one can find the necessary teaching provided for preparation of the prophesized war. We find in it ‘the psychology of invasions’ and detailed instructions on how to build various machines to ward off the invaders. The sacred texts go on to say the Dark Age will last until the year 2424 AD, when a ‘great war’ will begin in India. The human race will be rescued from total destruction by the armies of Shambhalla riding ‘flying horses’ and ‘boats that fly in the air’. According to the Vedic Text Shambhalla is also called as the “Paradesh”.
Such a prediction has been made in Kalchakra a sacred text of the buddhist,now mainly of Tibet of which I will speak later, one can find the necessary teaching provided for preparation of the prophesized war. We find in it ‘the psychology of invasions’ and detailed instructions on how to build various machines to ward off the invaders. The sacred texts go on to say the Dark Age will last until the year 2424 AD, when a ‘great war’ will begin in India. The human race will be rescued from total destruction by the armies of Shambhalla riding ‘flying horses’ and ‘boats that fly in the air’. According to the Vedic Text Shambhalla is also called as the “Paradesh”.

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WHAT IS SHAMBALLA? IS SHAMBALLA A REALITY??I was reading a book called ´The autobiography of an yogiµ. It is a very famous bookand it is a book that gives a glimpse of spiritual India. It gives a glimpse of the otherface of India. Incredible India. The writer was a disciple of Shyama Charan Lahiri alsoknown as Lahiri mohashoy. The writer was Swami Yogananda Lahiri Mohashoy·s Guruwas Babaji a celestial guru who is believed to have been living for the past hundreds ofyears. He is believed to be living in the Himalayas and is believed to have powers tomaterialize anywhere at will and dematerialize at will. I will narrate a story here toillustrate this very nature of such Gurus. This story is a factual story as experienced byShyama Charan lahiri mohashoy."Babaji's first meeting with Lahiri Mahasaya is an enthralling story, and one of the fewwhich gives us a detailed glimpse of the deathless guru."These words were Swami Kebalananda's preamble to a wondrous tale. The firsttime he recounted it I was literally spellbound. On many other occasions I coaxed mygentle Sanskrit tutor to repeat the story, which was later told me in substantially thesame words by Sri Yukteswar. Both these Lahiri Mahasaya disciples had heard theawesome tale direct from the lips of their guru."My first meeting with Babaji took place in my thirty-third year," Lahiri Mahasayahad said. "In the autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur as a governmentaccountant in the Military Engineering Department. One morning the office managersummoned me."'Lahiri,' he said, 'a telegram has just come from our main office. You're to betransferred 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, wearrived 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 themagnificent hills. A rumour reached me that great saints blessed the region with theirpresence; I felt a strong desire to see them. During a ramble one early afternoon, I wasastounded to hear a distant voice calling my name. I continued my vigorous upwardclimb on Drongiri Mountain. A slight uneasiness beset me at the thought that I mightnot 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 ofthe rocky ledges stood a smiling young man, extending his hand in welcome. I noticedwith astonishment that, except for his copper-coloured hair, he bore a remarkableresemblance to myself."'Lahiri, you've come!' The saint addressed me affectionately in Hindi. 'Rest here inthis cave. It was I who called you.'"I entered a neat little grotto which contained several woollen blankets and a fewkamandulus (begging bowls)."'Lahiri, do you remember that seat?' The yogi pointed to a folded blanket in onecorner."'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the strangeness of my adventure, I added, 'I mustleave 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 notyou for the office.'"I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic shouldn't only speak English but alsoparaphrase the words of Christ. [3]"'I see my telegram took effect.' The yogi's remark was incomprehensible to me; Iinquired his meaning."'I refer to the telegram that summoned you to these isolated parts. It was I whosilently suggested to the mind of your superior officer that you be transferred toRanikhet. When one feels his unity with mankind, all minds become transmittingstations through which he can work at will.' He added gently, 'Lahiri, surely this caveseems familiar to you?'"As I maintained a bewildered silence, the saint approached and struck me gentlyon 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 inthis cave I spent many years of my last incarnation!' As ineffable recollectionsoverwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced my master's feet.
 
"'For more than three decades I've waited for you here-waited for you to return tome!' Babaji's voice rang with celestial love. 'You slipped away and vanished into thetumultuous waves of the life beyond death. The magic wand of your karma touchedyou, and you were gone! Though you lost sight of me, never did I lose sight of you! Ipursued you over the luminescent astral sea where the glorious angels sail. Throughgloom, storm, upheaval, and light I followed you, like a mother bird guarding heryoung. As you lived out your human term of womb-life, and emerged a babe, my eyewas ever on you. When you covered your tiny form in the lotus posture under theNadia 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 withme! Lo, here's your cave, loved of yore! I've kept it ever clean and ready for you. Here'syour hallowed asana-blanket, where you daily sat to fill your expanding heart withGod! 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 againtherefrom! My own, do you now understand?'"'My guru, what can I say?' I murmured brokenly. 'Where has one ever heard ofsuch deathless love?' I gazed long and ecstatically on my eternal treasure, my guru inlife 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 thefore."I obeyed his directions. Though the icy Himalayan night was descending, acomforting warmth, an inner radiation, began to pulsate in every cell of my body. Imarvelled. Was the unknown oil endued with a cosmic heat?"Bitter winds whipped around me in the darkness, shrieking a fierce challenge. Thechill wavelets of the Gogash River lapped now and then over my body, outstretched onthe rocky bank. Tigers howled near-by, but my heart was free of fear; the radiant forcenewly generated within me conveyed an assurance of unassailable protection. Severalhours passed swiftly; faded memories of another life wove themselves into the presentbrilliant pattern of reunion with my divine guru."My solitary musings were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Inthe darkness, a man's hand gently helped me to my feet, and gave me some dryclothing."'Come, brother,' my companion said. 'The master awaits you.'

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