by Swami Shyamananda Paramahansa
WHO AM I?
THE TREE OF LIFE
"Holy Sire, I-my-me notions are unwanted soap bubbles you want me to drop off and be asanga. Now I want to understand. This asanga is accomplished by action or nonaction?" Rama asked. "Dear Rama, you tell me what is karma and what is niskarma, what is selfish action and what is selfless action?" Sage questioned. "Dear Sir, as I learned from you so I am telling you, eliminate things from the root then only elimination is not simply time wasting. If I have to eliminate a tree it is not wise to cut leaves and flowers or even a few branches. But root out the entire root. "In the forest of this world this body is like a tree born of seed of karma. Hands and feet are leaves. Blood, breath (prana or vitality) and vasanas are juice. Happiness and sufferings are flowers. Impression of actions of waking state makes spring season. Ignorance rejoices in it. Unwanted action of sleeping stage is summer season. It dries down in it. Youth and teen-agers are new green twigs. Looks beautiful but only for a few moments. Old age is dry leaves and monkey of love and hate keeps jumping and shaking this tree all the time. "Waking state is spring which creates ice and freezes life into sleeping state. This tree grows green through juices of passionate hankering. Family members are like grass and creepers. Five senses of perception are five main branches from the trunk which is mind. Desires are vines. Five pranas and passion are juices. The root of this tree is soul. The seed of soulhood is pure consciousness. The seed of that is Bramha. As long as the root is connected with the trunk the tree grows, karma grows association the sanga grows. When root is separated from seed and seed alone remains that is asanga. The rise of I-ness, the vibrant my-ness, me-ness, you-ness and he-ness is the cause of the tree of
life the nature of which is actionism, workoholism. United with anti Self this becomes soul and causes the world problem." Said Prince Rama. "Dear Prince," You got it. That is the point. When you speak up you understand. You are just like Swami Shyamananda. When he was a small boy he was a silent listener and great questioner. He would listen and question to everyone everywhere. But mysteriously he was placed in a condition where he had to speak. When he began he got all the answers to all his questions which he had been asking all along. So you too you broke my head by asking all the time. My head is reeling by your questions and now I got you. You speak and you understand. But speak in absolute egolessness. Abandoning the action is not asanga but abandoning the actionhood from action is asanga. With no actionhood in action if you perform great cosmic action -- on international business still you are not a doer. You are in the state of asanga. And remember, asanga is two dimensional. Lovistic and analyistic. None of these two can be accomplished unless body identification is discarded every minute until your abiding in true Self becomes permanent. Until then all wise words go in vain like pearls slip off from a mirror. He can get nothing as oil cannot be gotten out of sand. I shall now tell you an interesting story.
STORY OF LONG-LIVED VIDYADHAR
Once I went to the Nilachal hill of Mount Meru. I saw the same age-old, gigantic, beautiful tree. His nest still dangling, swinging like a cradle in the air. Nearby, hundreds of birds were sitting. Bramhajnan discourse was in session. Remaining invisible I enjoyed it. It was historic. As soon as it ended I appeared and Kakabhusundiji rushed to greet me. He offered me same elevated seat on which I had sat last time. At this time I asked him-"Dear sir, have you seen someone who had a very long life but remained devoid of knowledge?" "Yes Sire, I do remember one such person. He had a long life. He had studied well. Highly qualified he was. He had enjoyed all sensual pleasures which people long for. He had also performed innumerable meritorious deeds. For about four million three hundred and twenty thousand years he performed religious practices such as japa, tapa, niyama, yama etc. All fruitive activities.
He had been doing these at the same time enjoying the pleasures of the world too. At last he developed detachment. "For sometime he lived in Lokalok mountain. Then he came to Mount Sumeru. And here he visited me one day at the end of my discourse. I saw he was a vidyadhar.* He was still very handsome, fine young man. He offered me obeisances. I respectfully offered him a seat and asked what service I could do for him? Then he poured out his heart. With folded palms he said, 'Dear Sir, for so long time I enjoyed sensual pleasures but never found peace. I lived in the panoramic garden of my friend Chitraratha (king of Gandharvas) where there are innumerable kalpavriksas. I lived in his grand outdoor gold and moonstone mansion with my wife. 'I spent years in Indra's Nandanban surrounded by beautiful nymphs. I traveled throughout the space so much that I am familiar with each nook and corner of the universal space as anyone is of his hometown. I did so many tapa, dana, yajna, viratam also. I lived thousands and thousands of years in luxuries -smelling wonderful new perfumes every moment, tasting new delicious items everyday, listening new, more rapturous music every other day, touching new, soft, cozy beds and ladies every other month. But I did not get peace. 'As deer moves forward to eat green grass and goes fainted by hearing musician's tune then hunter comes and ties him up. He then is headed towards deathly fear. So am I after going through innumerable miseries. 'As many red letter days I enjoyed, as many honeysuckle vacations I spent, as many peaks of success and accomplishments I touched, as many honeymoon nights I relished, as many dance parties I participated in, are uncountable. They are in the billions and trillions. But the hankering went on up like the blazing flames of fire. It kept burning my heart. Now I have come to my senses and a little piece of right understanding. I feel one who believes to be happy by these pleasures are very foolish. They are trying to hold the wave in the ocean. The pleasure caused by union of senses and their objects are being followed by heavy loads of misery of separation. Always a Catch-22 game is going on. 'Holy Sire, I suffered this way all along. Senses are soft but harder than rock and steel as far as their urges to their objects are concerned. Looks beautiful but they are equal to softness and beauty of the edge of a sword or beauty of a cobra. One dies by touch. 'Boat circles in water by the wind, same way in the river of body identification the wind of senses have reeled and reeled and reeled, turning me into a brainless dunce.
'Dear Sir, I saw such great beings who have enjoyed the posts of Indra and Bramhaa to the biggest tycoons of America, but time goblin has deserted them turning them into a pauper. They are going door to door begging for food but even in a whole day not getting their stomach's fill. Seeing the futility of world I am distressed.' "Dear Vidyadhar, I see you healthy, young, intelligent, powerful and wealthy. There seems no suffering except in your face and words. How is that?" 'Holy Sire, my suffering cannot be seen from outside. My heart is constantly aching. I have seen Bramhaloka and Indraloka too; there too their inhabitants burning hurt of senses is far deeper than from weapons. It is the imbalance in the world. Every love is hatred, every respect is humiliation, every sex act is a death, every gain is a loss. Every health is a disease. The very youth is nothing but a package of blood, bones, hair, stool and urine all packed in a skin sheet. That is all there is to it. Word such as disease, health, youth, prosperous, great, are very deceptive and dishonest. I wish to know the real good. 'The scriptures say kingdon of heaven is within you but in everyone I see kingdom of satan and devil looming and lurking. In people's hearts I don't see God residing but doghood hiding carefully concealed and when I see a beautiful lady coming to me I go scared not only because the lipstick she is wearing has part of the syrup made by cooking cow bones but also in the form of her teeth, eyes, tongue, breasts and thighs there is nothing but flesh, blood, bones, urine, stool, mucus, dirty hair along with this ghost like restless mind that stops only for a moment during ejaculating in the sex act which too is nothing but passing of another dirt of body through immense animalistic and crazy movements. 'Clothes are nothing but clay, dust and dirt. Recycling and processed through cotton and silk does not make the fact a false. Wealth is just metal. Homes are just bricks and stones. Entire gem mansions, gold palaces are like ghost haunted places. Because they are all pure clay, dust and dirt. They may have been in the past, drains, sewer systems which recycled by nature became marble, gold, silver, furniture and now shining abounds. 'Holy Sire, I am fed up, I am tired of all this. Tell me the path of peace. Tell me that attaining which I never go miserable again. Just tell me, tell me right now. That is why I came to you crossing thousands of miles. This is the only way to greet me in your ashram. I know you know it. I know you have it. I know you are extremely compassionate too to give it to me. So please...?' "Dear Vidyadhar, I can understand you have developed a very strong, spiritual quest. But what is there to be so sorry about. Look there are others; they are not so miserable."
'Senses have dooped me the worst. Senses have proved to me as arson to my talents and higher possibilities. Senses are destroyer of my discretion, patience, satisfaction, peace and other great qualities. As to a child of a deer a lion crushes and mitigates I am done the same by senses. Who conquered senses even gods worship him. One who has not conquered is low and insignificant like grass. He is animal who is always hankering to sense objects. Senses have ruined my life. As if theives rob off all possessions in the wilderness senses have robbed me off of all my future's abundance. 'Senses are lady cobra. Hankering is venom inside. The pleasures they give is as momentary as lightening and instead what they take away is million times greater and opulent. 'Sensations are like a huge army. With the urges for their objects senses obsessed and intoxicated with sensation liquor act like lunatic elephants. Senses are the chariot. Five urges of perceptions are horses. Hankering strings serve as reins. Ego is the king. Desire, will and ambition are his weapons. Lust to possess things is his quiver. Innumerable allurations towards objects of senses are a huge army. Anyone who does not battle with this evil army of the devil, of the antiChrist, he or she falls headlong in the dark, dry well of infatuation. 'The only way is to win. Whoever wins enjoys bliss eternal.' In order to know your own army to fight with these Kauravas, please read "Divine Concerto" released from ANBV Foundation in 1988. 'Senses keep hurting, burning and paining as long as rajas and tamas qualities of nature have smeared them all over. Those too are modifications of mind. Senses get these dirts from mind. But when you associate with a robber you too become a robber. And consequently punished equally.' 'But these are one's mental projections. But these could be contradicted and dismissed. Do not see faults anywhere else but in you.' a bird spoke from somewhere. "Just like an US President is going on his procession. A pauper, a drifter, a drug addict is watching and criticizing, 'Oh, his suit is not in style, why his head is bald. He didn't look at me he isn't a good man. Shame they elected him.' When a low man looks on faults of a high man he loses possibility of growth. But when he looks into the faults of his own that becomes a way to one's fast growth. Therefore even the analogy may be dismissed by logic but this way you are attacking your own possibility of growth. Harming your own self yet not aware of it. It is very important to observe and put the senses in proper perspective. The perspective which is always being emphasized and advocated is that which leads
one towards Bramha-experience." Answered the great Bhusundi and defended Vidyadhar. 'Holy Sire, I have searched and explored and tried. No tapas, no yajna, no vrata, no pilgrimage, no medicine can do any better except the sacred association with saints and sages. I take refuge in you. Please deliver me from this mire of body-identification. Great muscular, powerful man may control a mad elephant like holding a flower but he too feels difficult to turn his senses inward. Siddhas and celestials too are failures in this subject. I heard a lot about you. You alone can help me.' Vidyadhar begged. "Dear Vidyadhar, I am pleased the way of your talking. You are sure a seeker. My words will reach you as a clean mirror reflects one's image clearly. "Vidyadhar, pleasure and pain are of a coming and going away nature. Separation from pleasure is pain greater than achieved by even union. Therefore whatever and wherever anti-atmaa pleasure you find just drop off. And the true joy will automatically wreath you with attainment. This world is false like the water of a mirage. How to transcend it while being in the world. I tell you, meditate upon this koan for a week-"World is a gigantic tree. All mountains are leaves. Stars and planets are twigs and flowers. Seven oceans are juices. Birth and death are creepers. Pleasure and pain are fruit. And that has been the basis of all directions, earth, heavens and subterraneans. Ego is the seed. This tree is an illusion, an item of fantacy isle but appears as the only truth and nothing else. Vidyadhar, please destroy this tree in the fire of egolessness. "The second item to ponder for a week-This world has never happened. Due to desiring mind it appears to be like real. As an artist speculates, these many sculptures can be made on this long area of rock. Ths is only a plan, a project. Never worked out. When mind is vanished, it is all gone. "Third item to meditate on for a week-Just like reflections of sunbeams makes millions of suns in the ocean on each wave, same way atmaa, the Self assumes the forms of this vast world. "Michelangelo's art works on Vatican's walls are not different from those walls. Separate from the walls they have no existence yet they are something more to the walls. As gold made ornaments are not different from gold same way out of body-consciousness whatever kind of world you see in the Self that is not apart from the Self. "Time, space, element, ether, all are projected upon the pure consciousness Self. Be established upon the Self. Do not be deluded if clouds look like trunks
of the elephants and blue water shimmers in the hot sun in the desert from a distance. Do not go allured. This mind is born from the Self, stays in the Self and appears in the form of entire world. Just like a dream. "If you wish to attain the aatmaa, decide never you are this world. All around everywhere Bramha is permeating. The creator of world is none else but desire. As fire is born of air and flame extinguishes by air too. Same way when desire is extrovert world is born, when it is introvert aatmaa is born. And all else are appearances like ghosts upon a log to a child upon the aatmaa. "It is rise of desire which makes you see innumerable worlds. Uniting with desire whatever you see and feel that is your assumed identity. As near a gem whatever color or thing you place that reflects but gem doesn't have any of its own color. Same way nothing ever happened in aatmaa but appears everything has gone happened. Therefore stop moorings in inert unconscious. Move towards alert conscious-Bramha. It is non-doer. World is causeless. Therefore is neither born nor destroyed only lurks and looms like shine of blue river in a hot desert. "When you are Self realized then even if shower of arrows fall upon your bare body or Miss Universe embraces you neither comes pain nor any joy. Equal, even, still, you go on remaining until world becomes like deep sleep. Water does not touch lotus leaf so are you. "As long as your projection of your Self upon body persists so long pleasure and pain afflicts. It is all due to being lethargic words your Self. "Free yourself from desire and you will cross this oceanic mire of world suffering as if it was a ditch made by a cow's hoof. Its oceanicity is only to the extent of your ignorance marked by seriousness of your body identification. "Being identified by mist sky appears smoky. By being covered by waves ocean looks like only waves. But sky is sky. Ocean is ocean. Same way due to lethargic impression even when scenes and sights are everywhere and seer is oblivious still Seer is nondifferent from sights. In the flower of banana there is only petals, petals and petals, same way is the world. Hollow, empty, void. But as juice the content is all permeating. Same way Bramha is in sight all along as well as your self as well as your pure Self aatmaa. But to see this, got to clean the dust and dirt of passion, attachment, clinging through broom of detachment. Then you will see the world as outspread upon aatmaa as Michelangelo's paintings on Vatican's wall. See the wall's vastness. Get out of pain and misery and taking sides identifying with hero and villian, god and devil and in between of artwork. It is just for beauty and not to put you in lifelong trouble.
"As oil drop spreads all over the water, fire arises from bamboo and spreads all over the woods, same way desire has born from Self and has obscured it forever. In a way devoured it for infinitum. "Vidyadhar, get this spider's web vanished by associations with wise men, holy men and Enlightened master. And listening to their words by fifty percent; by studying the scriptures and spiritual literature thirty seven and one half percent; by meditation and pondering over Bramhajnan last twelve and one half percent; this is the smooth way. "If you cannot do this then make it a point that for whatever object mind has passionate clinging just abandon that. Twenty-five percent of ignorance born body identification will be finished with this. Seventy-five percent lethargy will be finished by pondering over the words of wisdom and study of this literature and inventing your own idea through brainstorms. Last twenty-five percent unconsciousness will be finished by traveling to Himalayas and places where great Bramhajnanis of Intergalactic civilization lived. "In the dense forest of Bramha there is a desire tree. It has innumerable branches. In its one branch are innumerable fruit. One of them is our cosmic egg. It is made of mountain of marrow with juice of vasana (passion). Five elements have done their great construction. With fourteen lokas, innumerable planets, galaxies and universes it looked beautiful. "Indra ruled the three worlds. He lived in his planet above Pole star. After one thousand years of peaceful reign Daityas from subterranean planets grew to power and attacked him. Surrounded by his army of powerful celestials he fought, but he lost the battle. Daityas chased him. As a sinner wherever goes finds nothing but problems, Indra never got peace. At last assuming an astral form he entered inside a finest atom floating in air shining in sunrays as bumble bee enters a lotus. He found himself sitting in a house. He forgot everything of the past as a bygone dream. "When he came out he saw a beautiful prosperous city. He discovered it is a whole new cosmic egg which has its own sun, moon, stars and all the planets with very rich and vast Earth. He worked hard and finally became Indra again. At the end of his reign he happened to discover one of the literature of Swami Shyamananda and worked hard upon the most illuminating wisdom. He understood the point. He rose above all complexities of life. Meditation came to him as soon as he read his commentary on "Yoga Sutra". He attained Enlightenment. By prarabdha his body continued to function for sometime then as flame extinguishes when oil is burned off his life flame too extinguished.
"His son Kunda inherited the kingdom. His soul was one of those who had performed one hundred asvamedha yajnas during his lifetime on the planet Earth. Kunda ruled for seventy-one times four million three hundred twenty thousand years. Then he died. That only means his body evaporated into the elements and his soul entered in rain, then traveled through harvest, to food, to juice, to blood, to flesh, to marrow, to bone, to fat, to semen or ovum, sperm or egg, then to fetus in the womb of a mom whose family is appropriate to his debit and credit and psychological setup. And born as son or daughter of particular man and woman he continued his evolution of life's consciousness. This is all what the death means. "After Kunda's death his son who too was eligible to hold the post having completed the performance of one hundred yajnas in past life. He successfully ruled and at the end died. One by one, one thousand of his sons ruled for 71 x 4,320,000 x 1000 solar years. Then this Indra too during his world conquest found Swami Shyamananda's literature and he studied, studied and studied and suddenly sudden Enlightenment occurred to him. He was blissed out. He attained the realm of nirvana in comparison to which even sky is as thick and opaque as rock. "After him his son took over. He was inquisitive. He was a doctor, a scientist and explorer. During his travel he saw in a mysterious place a lotus stem. Subtlefying himself through his medical herbs and pestle, he entered the stem and journeyed all the way up. There he saw an opening to a new world. He came out of the lotus and he was in a new wonderful world. By his ancestral diary he was able to figure out that this is the original realm of his first ancestor. He then worked hard. And became Indra of that cosmic egg. One day during his travel he saw the literature of Swami Shyamananda in a heavenly airport and he too was fascinated. He shared the wisdom with all the nymphs, musicians, entertainers and general population of his planet. They composed music, dances and songs and a new civilization started. And this culture was divided into hundreds of religions and spread all over the planet Earth according to climatic, geographical and behavioral set of different countries throughout the world. This eliminated the possibility of another Daityas to rise and battle and war and rob over others. Under the banner of one goal of Bramha realization all lived in peace, harmony and grace. "Dear Vidyadhar, when soap bubble of ego rises then world appears. In the minute atom floating in sunray and Indra saw and identified with it and saw entire world of innumerable galaxies and universes. He went on. He suffered and enjoyed too. His enjoyments were nothing but disguised suffering soon to be
disclosed. The tree of suffering has a seed of ego. This seed can be fried up in the barbeque of the wisdom of Swami Shyamananda's literature. "Dear Vidyadhar, the Self is a mountain upon which the forest of sky is inhabited. There on the tree of world is greening. Object identification is the clay, the earth. Passion is the liquid. Oceans and rivers compose the nervous system, moon and stars are flowers. Through passion water it grows green. Joy and pain are fruit. Sky is branches, subterraneans are roots. Of such a tree the seed is ego. By fire of understanding burn it down including the seed. "Dear Vidyadhar, the world is a moat. Birth and death are two banks. Body identification or matter or object obsession is water, passion waves rise in it constantly. Bubbles of world, galaxies and universes rise up and disappear. Body is foam. Desire is the wind. When the wind blows waves and foam and bubbles all come up. If there is no wind there is only water. If you blow intense wind of stormy search for Bramha, water of matter identification dries down and Bramha identification explodes and expands and permeates everything. And then you find to your utter surprise it has been only water and water all along from the beginning. While ignorance was and while finishing and now when finished, it has always been just water. Out of ignorance only, you just suffered. "But now it is time to dismiss this sensational business. And transcend the transient and ascend to the Paramount Panoramic Bramha." Bhusundi ended his discourse to Vidyadhar. "O great sage Vasistha, when I said this to that restless Vidyadhar his eyes became closed, spine became straight. His legs and hands were locked in siddhasan pose. Automatically mula, uddiyan and jalandhar bandhas came upon him settling his physical body in comfortable pose in which mind naturally transcends. And he entered into deep Mystica Trancensia. His breath slowed. His pulse and heartbeats all relaxed. His mind entered into infinite bliss. After sometime I shook him and tried to wake him but he did not awaken. Just like from a burning isle someone leaps into a cool, soothing pond of nectar does not want to get out." "Dear Prince Rama," Saying thus, Bhusundi became quiet. His words echoed in the silence of that wilderness. And much joy came to my heart. As before, we conversed for awhile, I then took leave. With great warmth he bade me farewell. And I rose in the sky and sped to my planet. It is almost 71 x 4.32 million years have passed since our conversation took place.
When heart is pure words of guru and scriptures touch immediately. You too dear Rama, drop this passion, ego dust has covered the mirror of your Self. Wipe it off. Do not allow any urge of passion. Consider all that allures, attracts, fascinates as water of a mirage, as sons of a barren woman, as blueness of sky. Cobraness upon the rope just appearing upon Bramha out of our own lethargic attitude. Fired through mighty tank of discretion and ego stone will be flown away to the other edge of the universe. On the leaf of body the dewdrop of ego is hanging on. When wisdom wind will blow you will never know where it has gone. Let the sun of wisdom shine and you never know where the dew has gone or evaporated. Without discretion and understanding no matter what you do, whether you go to the mountain top, riverbank or worship, ego does not go; rather in cases it goes more tightened up. You are born and die and suffer and rejoice, ego goes on remaining the same. Being fed up goes more puffed up. Once swollen, difficult to trim it down. Therefore very carefully fry this seed of miserable world tree.
FLYING CREATIONS FLYING
The only evidence of world existence is desiring. Stop desire and it is all illusion upon aatmaan. Dear Rama, I see innumerable creations inhabiting, settling, flying; many flying in flocks like birds at dusk going towards nests. Many flying separately upon Aatmaa. I see very clearly, directly; look there, they are flying. They are all sky-like, cloud-like. "My Lord, I could not understand. What do you mean creations flying in flocks and separately?" "Dear Prince," In this gross body ten vital airs blow known as prana. In the prana is mind. In each one's mind is one's own creation -- mini universe. When one dies this mini universe compact in disc of causal body (linga sarir) comes out of the physical body and flies in the air. When I look at them my sight penetrates into their future, many many lives ahead and the past as well, that too many lives ago. All written, colored, technicolored video tapes are opened to me without any VCR and
television mechanical system. What you call jiva or soul is nothing but a compact disc of a Macintosh computer along with a video tape of past and future lives. And all are their projections of passionate longings upon the Bramha, their own real Self. But they don't know it. They don't have ability to understand it. To comprehend it will take millions of lifetimes of hard work. So many sufferings have to be gone through. All just to get, to earn, to squeeze out some refinement in their dummy, thick brain. As there are passionate longings so are their universes. So are their parents, families, friends, wife, husband and life's circumstances. If you have a fat, big belly, bald head, decaying teeth, crow-like or broken bamboo hitting on floor-like voice, then cause is lying in, hidden somewhere, unknowingly something has happened, moving through obsessed and intoxicated with passion and reproductive impressions of life's dragging for fulfillment of some purpose. The mini universe composed of one's concrete-like, long packed passion, follows the soul when he leaves the physical body which has just died. As air blows carrying perfume, vital air carries the soul enveloped in causal body and dissolves in the air of sky. This is how I see universes flying in space. The root of passion is I am-ness. Whoever transcends his I am-ness finds only Bramha alone. His prana does not fly but dissolves right then and there. As there is particular tree in seed, oil in mustard, pots in clay, tools and weapons in iron, same way people's world is in their mind. Their all multimillion life stories too are in their mind. Time, place, object, person and life's conditions are felt according to their vasanas. World is a dream town, desire city. Universes are composed of will and passion. Problem, pain, pleasure are felt according to one's passion. To an elephant everything is too small. To an ant everything is big. Same way to the wise, whole world and its events seems to be too small to pay any attention. To a body identified one the world and its news looks very big, life size, mountainous and colossal. A very little thing they make matters of life and death and the worst. To an ignorant, ant-vision is the only way. They cannot conceive of any better. And even when they become scientists, doctors, philosophers, leaders of nations, they create such a civilization and culture and religion where mean and petty mindedness and prejuditions are the regular norm. But that is their universe. What can they do? Can anybody leap out of the globe? Can anyone make home into another universe? If yes, then probably he will take all the hell
of his ant-vision to that universe. And the imported, narrow vision will spread like a chronic epidemic disease. To an ant even a chunk of clay is big and hard like the Rocky Mountains. A little ditch is like the Atlantic Ocean. To an elephant-visioned wise man heaviest and toughest problem of the world is like an itching on the ankle. Problems of great world wars, war of U.S.A. and Iraq, China and U.S.S.R. are just like a slight itching on the nose tip. Like just scratching with the first finger and that is all the solution there is. He has solutions to all problems of the world. And he offers freely, instantly and whenever you follow him with respect he solves your problem in a finger snap. He is a cosmic guy. As when you sleep you forget your limbs, your body and whatever you were. When you wake up you remember and see all. Same way, fast asleep in the slumber of body identification and matter obsession, soul is just snoring. Whenever he wakes up he finds the entire world is his own form. Creation is not apart from him at all. As long as you fail to see the universe as your ownself, so long you are still asleep. When one is in sleep s/he has neither love nor hate for her/his chosen good or bad. When s/he awakens love and hate for her/his likes and dislikes begins. As long as this attachment and aversion remains so long even if one is omniscient still s/he is unwise. From inertness you have to awake in spiritual dreaming state. From this common waking state awake in divine wakefulness. When you awake in this you go inert externally but wide awake internally. Once you awake you expand into wakeful state within each and every individual, not only that, but inside each and every object, element and the whole nature. Universe abides in you. So vast and infinite and large you become. "Holy Sire, what is the nature of soul (jiva); how he assumes form; what is his abode; what is his basis?" "Dear Prince," It is from aatmaa the Virat is born. Virat is the origin of soul. It is from him all souls are born as from flame to flame all flames are lit, water is poured in a cup, globe is limited in continents, continents in nations, that in states, states in societies, societies in families and families in individuals and individuals in souls and all souls in aatmaa, and aatmaa in Bramha.
This gigantic cosmic and colossal form of Virat is described in Bhagavad Gita, Srimad Bhagavat, Srimad Devi Bhagavat, and almost every purana. This vast sky is his stomach including all worlds, oceans are blood, rivers nerves, directions skin, wind his Vata, forty-nine airs breath. Earth flesh, Mount Meru and other hills hands, moon his Kapha, sun Pitta. Thus Virat is the origin of all souls. Due to identification with mind soul became separate from the cosmic Virat. But all along Virat is the basis of him. As you see your own death in dream likewise you see the sights of the world. You are like Virat in whose mind in a small room, on a small bed of just 8x10 feet you see the entire world, history of your life of a hundred years. That which sees, which gets involved is soul. It is composed of five senses of perceptions, ego, mind and desire. These eight ingredients combine and make a soul. It is also called puryastaka. Then outlets of senses, holes of senses were made and their gross outer form came into existence. From Bramha came aatmaa, from aatmaa came Virat, from Virat came souls. Each soul is Virat. From angel to ant, outer forms of body are composed of passion. Passion consists of desires, desire is made of your decision. Decision is made of situations and conditions around. In order to not let conditions dominate and press decision to give way to anti-aatmaa-desires great understanding is required. Understanding has to be of world, nature and your Self, the meaning of life and the purpose as well. Then there is possibility to trace back and retreat back to the original Self. As innumerable waves, bubbles, ebbs and tides rise and submerge into the ocean, same way innumerable Virat rise and submerge in the Self. Innumerable had risen and merged, rising and merging and will be rising and merging into the Self. The origin of this rise is first sensation bubble that I am. That ancient most bubble has become gigantic and like mountainous clouds have obscured the sunlight. When the passion cloud will disperse by your own self effort same ageold ancient sunshine of Bramha will illumine within and without. As the world of dream is the nature of dreamer but due to forgetfulness caused by sleep he does not know. When he wakes up only then he knows. Same way this world is your own nature. This is for which you strived. In order to know it, transcend all gross and subtle and beyond the original bubble of I amness. In any case, whenever you become anything else outside aatmaa, the complexity will reflect. It is the very nature of outside, whereas inside's nature is effulgence of love, bliss and peace. As blind man does not know the path, the body-identifieds, passionobsessed do not know the light of peace.
As owl cannot know rise of the sun, samskara-burdened remains unaware of the Self. As bird remains tangled in the net remains bound and caught in the trap of desire and work. Freedom from this net trap, separation from these piles of jumbled up obsessions is called liberation -- and this is Enlightenment. As soon as the knot between manifest and unimanifest breaks up, Self shines of its own accord. Attaining this nothing remains to be attained, nothing is left to be known. But let this knowing be with shine of the Self. Without that it only makes one a jnanabandhu. And an illiterate is better than him. Because illiterate ignorant is at least open to therapy and healing but jnanabandhu theoritically knows all and feels to have attained all. He does not approach the holy association of sages listening to the scriptures with receptive attitude. He competes with them. And therefore falls from spiritual possibility. "Holy Sire, what is difference between jnanabandhu and jnana?" One who has studied, and listened about the Self realization, many scriptures and religious texts and knows the Self is beyond the three bodies, still he does not try hard to be free and keeps hankering for objects of senses. He is a bull loaded with burden of knowledge, jnanabandhu. He has all possibility to become a knowledge monster. One who performs actions without considering upon their harmful and good effects, he is bodhasilpi. One who considers himself best educated, well informed and also explains the great literature and knowledge, still he is bound by objects of senses, he is jnanabandhu. One who is able to explain exciting things of wonderful areas of knowledge but does not apply them for himself, does not see himself in that context, is sastrasilpi. One who knows a lot, possesses a lot of literature which can help others to grow but he does not share with even those who are yearning to learn and study, is called knowledge-monster. After death he becomes bramha-raksas. A ghost looking goblin or monster who lives in dirty and stinking places but keeps lecturing with best oratory while no one to listen except all dirt and stink around. He lives in broken, haunted, fearful vibration filled homes. One who does auspicious actions according to Vedas but holds hankering for the fruit and worldly objects is also called a bull loaded with knowledge. One
who loves aatmaa but is equally attached to materialistic things and people he is also a jnanabandhu. One who explains spiritual subjects efficiently but whose mind is not still and has become just wealthy and famous and feels himself very honorable, he too is jnanabandhu. Dear Rama, it is through nididhyasan that one attains jnanam. Through jnanam light of peace shines. Until one attains unconditional, unfathomable peace, so long one must not consider oneself great and wise. Men can be great only through knowledge composed of experience of Truth and its full understanding. Until then one must practice and labor hard, desperately. Remain alive only for bramha-ji jnasa which rises like sun dispelling the darkness of suffering born of body identification. "Dear Rama," Be a seeker of Truth. Whatever you studied and listened about adjectives of aatmaa, place your I-ness upon them. Be established upon that with do or die spirit, biting teeth by teeth. This is called jnananistha. One can rise so high that cannot be speculated at all which is the very basis of all. Abiding upon that inner height, no attachment with fruit of auspicious action, and no aversion towards fruit of inauspicious action, ever smears his heart. His heart is always at peace. The knot of his passion gets broken. Truthfulness of world diminishes to nil. Which is symptom of no birth and death. Then as cobra appears on rope, silver appears on shell, water appears on hot sand, blueness appears in sky, man appears in the mirror without any reason, same way world appears without cause. That which appears without cause how can that be real. If it is not real how can there be hankering for it, how can there be passionate clinging towards it. Everything is then pravahapatit -- an object fallen into a mighty stream from where it is impossible to trace to get it back. Something fell into the ditch a million feet below from cliff never to get back. Same is everyone, everything in the world from most dear wife, husband, children, friend, home, car, and even one's own body. All are to be considered pravahapatit. If you can maintain such attitude you are a wise man. In the summer mangos are taken off the tree, still tree is called mango tree. But everyone knows it is fruitless. Same way when soul is separated from the aatmaa through notion of I am-ness soul still has longivity, understanding,
joy; still mango of aatmaa the sachchidanand is not there, therefore it remained only fruitless tree. Spring of enlightenment days have to come. Then it is full of golden, aromatic, perfuming mangos all over the tree. Just like someone who has drunk nectar does not desire to drink liquor, same way who has realized Bramha does not desire for objects of senses. Just like if someone says -- I crossed the river riding on the shoulders of son of a barren woman. It is false right then and there. Same way if you tell me after getting my sons settled, their jobs gotten, business flourished, hunger satisfied, desires fulfilled, I will try to be enlightened or try to be in nididhyasan, try to be in meditation, then he is a great dodo. There goes a birdbrain. As vulture flies high up in the sky but keeps looking for only dirty corpses on the ground and falls upon them, same way one who is devoid of wisdom his senses are not still and stable. Even if he talks a lot of spiritual topics but his heart is lacking God experience, his senses drag him down to mediocre phenomenon if not to terrible sensationalisms. Therefore dear Prince, organize the senses. Manage yourself to get to introvert. Drop sensations along with trinity of sight, seer and seeing. When there was no world aatmaa was. When world came into existence aatmaa still is. When there will be no world aatmaa will still be. Before gold was heated, melted and made into various ornaments gold alone was and still is and after ornaments will be destroyed gold will still be. The rays of the sun resembles water, same way in aatmaa world reflects and shimmers. But aatmaa still is as was and will be. When you stand this fact with do or die spirit, grinding teeth by teeth with bulldog force of rush, then all passion vanishes away. All rocks and mountains of the path blows away in a thousand pieces. Then as leaves of the tree wave through air your movements of limbs will continue by the wind of prarabdha. You will be acting as one of the best men of the planet but your inside will be empty and void and hollow. And there Bramha, like a flame in a windless spot is straight, will be shining brilliantly. When ego is evaporated your actions become like a doll with strings in hands of the cosmic. To you then Truth is never invisible and false never becomes important. When you touch fire whether you know or don't know it burns because it is true. A thirsty deer runs to the mirage for drinking water but he never finds. Because it is never there. Same way Prince Rama, the soup bubble of ego is never there. It just appears like mirage appears as real. And out of ego life after life, world after
world, universes after universes, galaxies after galaxies, appear as born and stay for trillions of years. And tightly trapped with it through ropes of belly and sex, desire for satisfaction of hunger and later in young age for lovemaking, life is sold. Time is too tight for anything new and fresh. As awakened from deep sleep just get awake in nirvikalpa state. Be established in Bramhi-laksmi and illuminate. Seed of ego will go barbequed in the heat of this illumination. As many there are objects of senses stay unattracted and uninvolved and hopeless from them. Not a single wish should arise. Be as hard as rock in your heart (as far as objects of senses to satisfy oneself is concerned do not misuse to become cruel and stone hearted to help others. Be careful. Here is the test of your heart.) Those whose heart is so sensitive, fragile and soft for selfish ends, selfish purposes, they are ignorants (they do not know in test they are the ones who prove to be severely insensitive, vulgar and beastly when question of being helpful to others comes.) As much you prove yourself insensitive, stony, hard, rock-like towards your personal, selfish, sense gratifying attitudes and tendencies, so much you have possibility to be sensitive, fragile, soft and melting heart towards others. And the way to Bramha goes through the others. When others become inseparable part of your self. Your self becomes colossal. Through which you can recognize such a real sensitivity then you are wise. You should not be fooled by crocodile tears of insensitive and selfish ladies and men. Only then you are intelligent. And people of the world as a whole civilization is an utter failure in this context. As spring season comes trees become happy. Old leaves become dry and fall off and new tender, soft, green leaves are born. Same way when you become introvert ego falls off and wide heartedness descends. Therefore do not do anything else, just drop off the sensation of ego. Then you will cross the terrible ocean of world like Manki Rishi.
STORY OF MANKI RISHI
"Holy Sire, could you please tell us about Manki Rishi as how he went across the ocean of life's suffering?" "Many years ago it was the reign of your grandfather, King Aja. He remembered me. And I felt his remembrance in my planet. Shortly I traveled
through the space to reach here. I flew in the sky to see if anyone needs my help before I see the king. As I was soaring high in the sky I saw the small desert of Sahara was burning in hot sand. Far and wide there was no man, no animal, no trees, only sand, very hot sand all around. It was midday, scorching sun. There was a man on his holy pilgrimage to see Lord Visnu in Vedic Vatica at Vetican, now near Rome. As soon as I saw him I felt pity. His heart as I saw was pure. I appeared in the form of a fellow traveler and asked, "Hello, dear companion of travel, where are you rushing?" "Dear one, I am going to that habitation of fishermen. I will rest there, eat and drink some water. See, I am half dead in this heat and walking on hot sands." Manki replied. "Whom you are rushing to with expectation that they will let you rest, remember, they are not. "It is better to go and become a snake and live in a hole of the earth, a worm in a stone, a deer in a jungle, but one who is hankering for sense gratification does not go associated with them. Sense attached minded people's company is like poison. It is an ice ball to destroy the lily of intelligence. Ashes fly through their words and darkens the sight of anyone who sits close to them. They are clouds to obscure the sun orb of intelligence. Their visiting and conversing is like fire to burn the delicate vines of detachment. Associate with him who will dispel your restlessness of life." Hearing my words with rapt attention, staring at my face, he came close and said-"My lord, who are you? So peaceful are your words. You look like a vast zero but full of great qualities. Your light is shining brilliantly. You are cosmic. You are very handsome. The light of your beauty is soothing to my heart. Have you come drinking some heavenly nectar or attaining greatest prospersity of the world? I am born in the race of sage Mandavya. My name is Manki. I am a bramhin. I am on holy pilgrimage. I visited all sacred places on the earth including those which are situated in most dangerous places. But I never felt so much peace as I am feeling in your association. Just by seeing your handsome face I am experiencing life like a lightening. Sheer flash of illusion. Night comes then gets gone. Never known where gone. I have wasted many of my valuable life times wandering like this in vain. Now please take me under the shadow of your wing. Make me your own." "Dear Manki Rishi, I am Vasistha. Upon the remembrance of my disciple King Aja I am going to visit him. On my way I could not bypass you in this desert in the state of such a suffering. Binding karma fruit have ripened and fallen off.
You are now receptive to my words. You have reached near the shore of world ocean. I can just lift you up and you are out. Your detachment itself is the shore of ocean." "In great thirst when we drink salty water our thirst grows on, same way by enjoying pleasures of the world hankering grows on and never ever anything calms down. Through passion soul gets bound. Body identification elephant is harrassing. You got to get lion of knowledge. Oh, when the spring of discretion will come which is destroyer of dry grasses of binding karmas. When the wisdom sun will rise dispelling the darkness of passion night. Ghosts loom and lurk only as long as night continues. When the sun rises, ghost of ego and night of body identification disappears away forever. "In seeing you, in hearing your words, I found myself in moonlit night. Entering in nirvikalpa state I found golden rise of the sun at the dawn of my spiritual practice." "Dear Manki, the thorny path of world experience is originated from vibration (samvedan), bhavana (sensation), vasana (passion) and kalana (materialization). Reduce them in reverse order. Dry up passion so that no vibration of I am-ness could ever intrude your empire of peace in Bramha experience. When water is dried up in a tree then tree is dried up of its own accord. Get passion gone the same way. When illusion of cobra is gone then fear too is gone. Then shivering and trembling becomes out of context. If still goes on it may only be an acting or joking. Then ghost seeing on his own shadow and trembling is just joking. Same way after realization of Aatmaa any action resembling common worldly people are either joking or have some purpose behind and a mystery. "As soon as ego in the form of I am-ness looms up passion wind blows. Then as innumerable dirt and dust and bricks fly in the sky, same way innumerable souls go on flying and dangling and rolling in all 800,000 species. When bricks fall from top of the hill it keeps rolling down and down and down striking against hundreds of things, hitting hundreds of things go on rolling down to the bottomless abyss. Same way by lethargic attitude towards one's true Self soul goes on rolling down to up and down like a football. As long as velocity of vasana (passion) continues rolling and falling down and up goes on. So long truthfulness in the idea of world existence goes on tightening up. It goes on suffocating and smothering your quest after Truth. As long as you consider the world as real and true in your heart of heart so long no unity exists. Self and the world never becomes one as milk and water although they appear to be so. Vessels are all clay, same way the Self shines in the form of the world. Still
world is world and Self the Self. One has to solve the puzzle. Then spot is spot. The quiz is always there. And whole life is for it to be solved. Not solving this and you go on solving millions of other quizzes and parables and puzzles and become Harry Houdini and Uri Geller you cannot get out free. You are just wasting your life. "As by shower of rain innumerable seeds sprout out, same way by shower of passionate clinging from cloud of impressions of past karmas upon the seeds of ego innumerable life trees sprout out and world moves into action. When ego seed is destroyed world tree too is destroyed. "As monkey goes on leaping and jumping all around, same way anti-Self, means the ego monkey too goes on jumping and leaping all over the world in many different forms of lives. As football keeps leaping up and down by the hit of toe and toss of hand, soul too by passion velocity goes on hopping in heaven, in earth, in subterranean, in U.S.A., in U.S.S.R., in Germany, in India, in Africa, in Chili. It never stops. Do not project any attraction, any beauty and lovingness onto it. Knowing it as truth everything goes lost, gone out of hand. Abandon this passion and abide in your true Self. The formation of mind which crawls like worm on and on while past goes on wiped out, this is called samsar. Samsaratiti samsarah. Do not be obsessed with its crawling. Formation of the Self crawls on because by the wind of passion dust and dirt of the dumping ground sticks onto the Self and begins to crawl like a worm identified with those foreign elements. Extroversion identified with this sticky outer stuff is called bondage. This is stuck, bound by the sticky stuff called passion. "As in spring juice spreads, passion spreads in the world likewise. It is legal, rational, justified crime all over the world which parents train and teach their children from childhood -- to be allured by outer, to be fascinated by the outer, to be passionately involved with the outer, as matter of toys in childhood, and dignity, glory and praise afterwards. Thus every family, society and nation all over the world teaches spiritual suicide or spiritual murder and trains their sons and daughters into this ignorance. The result is suffering. Then they manufacture their own little ready made truth. They weave their own cobweb of thoughts and ideas and set them around. Any person of the past being who has been repeatedly ushered in own consciousness. And then they make it a religion. And preach it by hook or by crook with utmost cruelty. This is how the religions of the world are. True spirituality can be conceived by them after a long process of heart purification. As soon as it will be conceived a great transformation will
take place. But all this miracle of transformation is nothing but one thing, just introversion. Extroversion is bondage and introversion is freedom. World is bound by passion born of extrovertion. Dispassion born of introversion is the way out to freedom. "When you attain this freedom then as nectar drunk person does not hanker to eat the cowdung you never feel attracted to worldly persons and worldly objects. The seed of ego is I am-ness. Dismiss it by enforcing the idea that I am not. Because my happening itself is the root of all evils. Therefore dismiss it off. "Dear Manki Rishi, when you open your eyes there is this world, when you close them it is all over with. Eye opening is the ego popping. I am this, I am religious, I am American; this is the source of all unwanted problems. As cobra has come upon rope, ego has come upon the Self. Wealth, wife, mansion, fame, tall impressive features are as like lightening in the sky. So deceptive and momentary. Be not getting bound in it. As soon as you go and become something, series of troubles will follow you. Be devoid of this and see how cool and soothed and placid you become in comparison to which even full moon of autumn will prove to be like a fire pit. "Aatmaa is not the ground floor or cause of the world. World is like an art work, a vast painting of which there is no canvass; there is no wall. World which is so much a real has no upadan, no arambha, no cause." "Dear Sir, how come artwork can be without a canvas? How can world be a painting without a wall?" "As dream is an artwork without wall. As paintings inside the dream too are without canvas sameway world is an artwork without wall. "As soon as vibrations of I am-ness bubble up you are kicked out. You are in dream world. Your cosmicness is gone. As much delay you will make to regain, or as long it takes to attain you fall from the hilltop like bricks rolling down the hills. Wind of vasana will drag you, roll you and hurl you in innumerable species and situations and circumstances. As whatever you see in dream you feel them all out of yourself although they are in yourself. Same way whole world is in yourself but due to spiritual slumber you see them all out and having so many problems with them all the time. As long as you will see them outside of yourself attachment and hatred are going to come. But as soon as sensation vibration bubble is over you are awake. "Once you get awake you never experience the existence of world. As ornaments made of gold, waves of water, clothes of cotton, imagination of mind, same way world is made of aatmaa. Upon aatmaa-like movies, upon television
screen, civilizations and empires and religious beliefs spread and get destroyed and become legends, a history. "Ego is the first wet blanket that burdens the chest to go on snoring. This is the first emergency to toss it off. As I said this," Sage Vasistha addressed the assembly of King Dasaratha, "I saw Manki Rishi had become quiet. We were sitting upon a stone slab under a tree and his eyes became closed. Then I saw his inner Self is as powerful and sapphirish like no where else in the world. Then world too became shine of the Self. He stayed in that trance of understanding. And all qualities began glittering and shimmering like stars. For one whole year he slipped deep into Mystica Trancensia. I willed and a beautiful fountain began to flow. Green grass grew, trees and creepers covered the entire area. A sagacious lady began to serve. I told her to do service for one whole year until he opens his eyes. She agreed. I flew towards eastern horizon and had a last look from the sky. She waved her hand assuring me. And I then came to your grandpa." The royal assembly was dismissed for the night. Next daybreak all appeared again, sat in their places.
IN THE LAP OF MOTHER DREAMING GHOST
"Dear Prince," As oil cannot be gotten from squeezing the sands, forest cannot grow in the sky, scorching cannot come from the moon, same way body and senses are impossible to be in the Self -- in the aatmaa. Soul itself is aatmaa. Only because ego is projected upon actions soul turns himself into doer. And series of bondage follows. As man sitting on the boat feels like nearby trees are moving. When nearby train speeds up feels your own train is moving same way due to psychological discrepency mind, body and senses appear to be happening upon the aatmaa. In fact they too are not distinct but are Self itself. But they are the Self. Sitting in the lap of your loving mother if you fall asleep and began to see ghosts in dream and start trembling and screaming, then what? There is no ghost except mother's lovely safe, protected lap. Unless you know this there is no end to this suffering. As there are white clouds covering the mountain top if you happen to conceive them as clothes then what would happen? Same is the I amness in the body.
As vibrations of mind becomes body same way mind is a vibration in soul and soul in God. Meditate on this and become peaceful. Once your ego vanishes then meditate in a forest retreat or do international scale business, both are equal and same thing. "My lord, I have a question. Same say sprout comes from seed, others say seed comes from sprout. Some say prarabdha-providence does everything, others say self-effort accomplishes everything. Some say when you get body then you perform action, others say body is born of action. Please tell me which one is right?" From action to prarabdha to sky all objects and actions are illusion. Self is established upon the Self. There is no duality. All words are synonymous to aatmaa. As cold, white, snow, rice are synonymous same way action, self effort, destiny all are pure Self. Self effort is fate. Fate is self effort. Daiva is purusartha and purusartha is daiva. Seed is the sprout and sprout is seed. Those who distinguish in these are none else but educated fools. I am-ness, this is seed of the world. This ego is the seed of the world (maya) and world is the ego-seed itself. Guess it if you have intelligence. To this ego born through fire of understanding. Pre-natal, pre-action, pre-prarabdha, pre-sanchit is this same aatmaa -- bramha. When the soul becomes something, somebody, only then trouble falls. Just like when needle enters a cloth thread also goes behind following it. Same way when ego enters trouble follows in series. When it is over world becomes blissful and expansion of your Self. World as it appears is nothing but display of your vasana -- the passion. Destroy this passion first. "Holy Sire, wise and worldly both appear acting alike, why?" "Dear Rama," Desire of wise man is like seed that is fried or boiled, it doesn't give birth. Desire of worldly man is like raw seed. It never stops giving birth. Therefore try all your efforts to perish it. Self effort. Remember this is the name which alone is one name of God. Be devoted to this. Be sincere to it. And see how you grow fast. At least faster than all those who follow various religions.
Attaining the Bramha act according to current, ethical customs. When you attain wonderful things, be ecstatic. When there is need to be sad then just be sad. But in the heart of heart stay clean as sky. Let no desire dirtify the inside of you. Pain and trouble is only then when there are two different things. Fire burns when there are fire and wood. Fire never burns to a fire. Water does not wet to a water, same way since you are aatmaa entire universe is aatmaa. Nothing can cause you a trouble. Be sleepy while waking. Be awake while sleeping. Drop waking and sleeping and rise up to Turiya. There are no two. Oneness is the nature. "Holy Sire, in this eternal oneness don't you feel "I am Vasistha" notion. What is it through which you do not feel it is happening?" Rama asked. Valmiki said to Bharadwaj, hearing the question of Prince Rama sage Vasistha became silent. Assembly sank in sea of doubt. After twenty-four minutes of silence the sage spoke. "Prince Rama," I answered your question and you understood. Please tell to the assembly which you understood. Rama, kastha mourna is that state of consciousness where neither senses nor mind nor anything else vibrates. That which is beyond words and mind how to dirtify that through word?" Word is used where there is opponent. Opponents are there where there is ignorance. There is no ignorance in you, now therefore silence is the way to communicate. From consciousness to consciousness is the way to communicate. Those who are on the level of words should know -- words are of four kinds: First, which denotes subtle meaning. Second, which denotes deep spiritual facts. Third, is short. Fourth, is large. As there are trasarenu inside sun rays likewise in words there is blot. First blot is doubt, second is opponent and third is division or separation. With such blotted words and language how can I describe the Truth? I am pure Bramha-consiousness. You and world to are same as myself. Through will of the cosmic it is just happening that I am acting as Vasistha, you as Rama, all these as citizens. Those who have gotten rid of the neck-cuff, neck-fetter, feel the eternal oneness and his individuality as waves. Body and limbs, sky and emptiness, water and wetness, ice and coldness, have no distinction, same way world and Bramha are one and same. Call it world. Call it Bramha. Same whatever you choose.
"Holy Sire, when all is Bramha then desire too is Bramha. There should not be difference between desiring and nondesiring?" Yes, to an awakened one both are same. The distinction and process to transcend desire is elaborated to get awakened. By chanting light and light night does not disappear. When sun will rise then only night goes away. You have to bring sunrise of Bramha experience. As much as you become wise duality begins to dissolve. Then passion too is evacuated. Then bliss of Self experience shines out. Then world becomes lifeless into same extent. Then nothing is left to words which passion could be addressed to. There has been misunderstanding of poison upon nectar. When that is eradicated then nectar has been and is already the nectar and will be like this ever. In the nectar of Bramha projection of poison has happened that is why all this misery. Drop this psychological projection and be blissed out. Then your desire too is desirelessness. Because in the heart there is no world. When world has place in your heart then only desire bubbles up. Somebody has imagined a city and fortified it with thick stone walls and set automatic machine guns, artillery units and howitzers all around and collected all properties of the world and stern officers are roaming around to arrest and take away your freedom or life itself. But to me it is just empty sky. Another man's dream. No one to stop. I go onward by my own pleasure undaunted. Even if is Victor Frankle's shocking experience of Hitler's Auschwitz concentration camp. Oh, so horrifying, or the magnificent elegance of King Sudrak of Kadambari. Both are two different dreams in the same aatmaa, only all the difference is, it is just another night's dream. Aatmaa is same in dream, just became another man. I have seen many places where there are diseases and medicines of all kinds but there is no medicine for injuries caused by dagger of desire. No religious practices, no austerity, no recitation, no sacrifices, no vows, no pilgrimage can heal this injury. It is only the medicine of Bramha-jnana alone that heals this disease caused by injuries of desire dagger. As much passion grows so deep desire injures, so much it hurts. So much then this illusion looks real. Child goes on getting scared, frantic and panic attacks never leave him until he knows there is no ghost but dried, dead tree. Regular child gets over such ignorance when he grows a little older. But the individual, society, nation and the
world at large never understands no matter how old he grows. Life after life nature pushes, gives opportunities, creates situations but as if ladies and gentlemen have vowed to miss and lose and avoid all the opportunities, and stay in utter darkness of ruin of their possibilities. Your desire should go on decreasing from all over the world and go on increasing towards the Cosmic Self. As one sees one's own death in dream, likewise he sees body, senses and mind active in the world. Efficiency in the world is death in life in Bramhi sthiti. As due to solidness of freezing water looks like ice, Bramha due to solidness of inertness caused by lethargy appears as body, senses and mind. Siddhas have a magic powder through which they do whatever they want. They turn a mountain into sky and the sky into a mountain and mountain into a mustard seed. This mind too is siddha. Desire is magic powder. In the sky of Bramha he creates world mountain. When mind siddha changes his desire to move introvert mountain turns into Bramhic sky. When you practice to see world you see it. When you practice to see back to the origin you see Bramha. As there is emptiness in sky there is world in Bramha. When you make your passion subtler, finer and transparent then your words come true. As much you detach yourself from world you go inward, into same extent your words come true, your curse, your blessings come true. And at last truth shines out as Truth otherwise Truth will remain obscured by illusion. Upon the ocean of Truth innumerable illusions like waves after waves keep arising and submerging. They do not have desire, no desire at all. In the flower of the Self worlds are moving like pollens. In the bubble and air there is not so much difference, a line drawn on stone is not different from stone, time, place, I, my, you, all are selfsame imperishable Self. One who is established in such divine wisdom, no hate, no attachment violates his or her nature. How can a horn on a hare's head, a son of a barren woman, water from sunrays, a tiger from dream violate you. How can you be murdered by a revolver of dreaming state? As far as I am concerned -- not me, believe me, it is your own will -- very strong will to know the Truth is speaking to you in the form of the Vasistha. Because I was still here when you were searching -- going lean and thin and desperate to know. But it is only now when your desire has reached to fulfillment peak it assumed my form and lo, shower of understanding is going on. Soul has been littlefied by ego. Drop your ego or doll of world will keep bothering you. Its head is Bramhalok, legs are subterranean, all directions are chest, sun and moon eyes, stars pores, sky clothes, pain and pleasure nature, air is
breath, garden is ornament, island and oceans are bangles, Mount Lokalok belt. And Prince, this doll keeps dancing. As waves keep dancing in the sea so also this doll keeps dancing in the sea of Bramha. Even though waves are dancing still sea alone is, same way, no matter how heavily and fiercefully world doll is dancing only the Bramha alone is, was and will be ever and ever. Therefore be established in this universal Truth. As dolls made of paper or clay are just paper or clay world too is just pure consciousness.
THE STORY OF MIND-DEER & THE ETERNAL TREE OF SOLUTION
"Holy Sire, this mind deer keeps on hovering, roaming, staggering in the world forest giving birth to innumerable problems and difficulties. Which is the tree of solution under which it can come, sit and rest. Could you please describe how are its leaves, flowers and fruit?" Prince Rama asked. "Dear Prince," This tree is not there yet; you have to give birth to it. Each one of us has to. I will show you how to find seed and sow and grow it. Search for meaning of life. Intensive search for Reality is the soil upon which this tree is born. Intensity of search makes it fertile all the more. There are two kinds of seeds. Both are known as vairagya. One is born of suffering and confronting series of troubles and tough times. Second is born of selfless, sacrificial, charitable actions when heart becomes pure. You should sow either of these black or white seeds in the land of your searching mind, upon the fertile soil of your intensive searching. And then you should plough it through tractor of passionless performances which is just acting expecting nothing. Then you should irrigate it through the cool, clean water of association of wise men, Enlightened beings and study of scriptures. Do not be too much bookish also. Do not be too chattering and mouth shooting with holy men too. This will flood the soil and the seeds too. You have to let the sunrays of atma-vichar or introspection, witnessing mind's business indifferently and correcting it, put it in right perspective. These rays of the sun must reach and nurture to the sprouting plant even when it is seed inside earth. Make a campus of patience around the seed. Make walls around made of daily morning bath, meditation; taking troubles which may come by doing so;
sacrifices such as helping others and offering donation; then holy pilgrimages. Yes, turn all your intentions of traveling, adventures and sightseeing into visiting holy places of intergalactic civilization and wise sages and taking baths in holy rivers and ponds. These four kinds of performances along with strong patience will fortify the garden. And sprout will be protected. Then you have to watch and guard against birds of hope and expectations which try to take away the seeds of detachment. Then you should employ two guards to let the old bull of desire not enter the campus and walk on it. Contentment and his wife cheerfulness are the best officers to appoint them. Then should also protect it from hailstorms of restlessness aroused by accomplishments of unexpected wealth (winning lotteries, rewards, fortune wheel), expected wealth (paychecks, business profits and new avenues of material growth). Finding beautiful woman or handsome husband and credit and fame. These are snowfalls which destroy the little plant completely. So contentment and his wife's smile on the lips both should protect it from restlessness which comes from excitement, workoholic attitude. Control of senses, compassionate attitude towards all beings, study of enlightening literature and meritorious actions are also antidotes to such hailstorms. Third antidote is pronouncing AUM and meditating upon its meaning. These three or either one of them can stop the influences of hailstorms and seed will survive. Keep on irrigating through the water of introspection, study of Sarvam Khalvidam Bramha Foundation literature and asking wise questions. Then it sprouts and grows into shining green plant like emerald. Then three branches shoot forth-For a man of heart dance in ecstasy upon outpour of love of God. For a man of yoga deep state of peace in samadhi. And, For Rajayogi awakening of kundalini. Second branch of the tree is strong urge of tatsukhasukhitva (being happy in happiness of beloved God) in deep transcendental relationship with God called establishment of sthayibhava.* For yogi developing savikalpa samadhi. For Rajayogi penetration of------ kundalini through seven plexuses. Third branch of tree is in a devotee anubhav, vibhav, sanchari bhav and mahabhav glimpse becomes frequent and nonstop. Bliss keeps flowing from divine relationship. To a yogi nirvikalp samadhi is attained. To Rajayogi kundalini reaches to one thousand petal lotus plexus on top of head.
Great spiritual qualities which are described in Bhagavad Gita chapter 12 and chapters 16, 17 and 18 as satvic are naturally evolved. These make green jade and peridot color leaves. Then ruby, amber, topaz and opal color flowers of Love unconditional, bliss and infinite wisdom blooms all around and fragrance of life spreads far and wide in the form of a fame as man of wisdom. Attachment and repulsion monkies run around climbing the branches and try to break them. But you have to make these branches so strong through chemicals, fertilizers and scare-aways of discretion and spiritual practices. Then it bears innumerable fruit of multi-dimensional enlightenment. These three branches spread far and wide making cool, aromic and healthy shade underneath where mind deer comes and rests. It rests into enlightenment. Wherever this tree is grown beauty and benefits of the place cannot be described. It is limitless. "Aumkar evedam sarvam" This tree grows under the space shelter of Bramhic sky. It is nourished by juice of detachment and coverings of inner satisfaction keep it safe and healthy. This is the tree of Eternal Solution. As long as mind deer wanders far and further away so long it suffers. Duality, body-identification and lethargic attitude-like hunters keep shooting him by bullets of new problems, troubles and strange circumstances. It reaches the village of senses to take shelter. But senses capture it and hand it over to the objects of sensational pleasures (music, perfume, talking, seeing, tasting) who are friends of the hunter. Then it suffers all the more. It runs away to the forest again. Business, job, Mercedez Benz, ocean shore home, son and daughter, friends, beautiful wife, bank balance, these are like green grass nibbling which he goes on further and further into dense forest of forgetfulness of the Self and meaning and purpose of his life. In the forest of world of self forgetfulness he is chased and bitten by dogs of sex desires. Thicket of anger, irritation and agitation burn his body. Possessiveness and fear are darkness that blind him. Mosquitos of anxieties of coping with modern civilization, family customs and various other responsibilities keep biting him and sucking his blood all the while. With all these troubles he runs towards many trees but they prove to be useless, thorny, shadeless and barren like acacia and palm trees. It takes him millions and billions of years, 840,000 life forms to understand to take shelter of only one tree -- the tree of
Enlightenment. The seed of which is detachment. Fertile soil for which is stormy, intensive search for the meaning of life. As long as he has not come in closer proximity of this campus premises so long bound with fetters of hope he keeps running here and there meaninglessly. As soon as it reaches the tree of Eternal Solution his intelligence blossoms like sunflower or lotus as soon as sun rises. The joy of tasting the fruit of spiritual experience and leaves of sastric ideas are infinite. Once you climb this tree you never fall. However when you descend your foot is upon sastric actions of divine, ordained injunctions. And all appear very dusty and lifeless. He repents for wasting his time as a reformed person repents who spent his life as a drunkard sleeping or fighting in slum areas, now personal secretary of Vice President of America-"Oh, fie upon my bird brain. I remained a dumb bunny and goofed not just hours and days but whole life. Shame! Oh shame! What a dodo I was. I could not figure out an idea of common sense -- that these illusory objects cannot give me peace." When arrows pierce to a Taoist he immediately puts a herb around his body and arrows are pulled and thrown out of their own accord. Same way the herb of spiritual experiences are such that all binding influences of painful karmas are thrown out. All bad habits also fall out like dry leaves. When life becomes passionless I-ness and my-ness are no more stony and mostly they too drop off. Wet fuel is that which still has all wetness of I-ness and my-ness. Dry fuel is that which has no I-ness and my-ness left. Such fuel burns in flames immediately as soon as placed into the fire of understanding Bramha. World experiencer mind like piece of cotton dipped in gasoline burns in flames of wisdom. And wind of detachment throws the leftover ashes far away. Dear Prince Rama, one who reached the tree of Eternal Solution and picked up the fruit and has eaten and digested it, he attained everything. As mountains are still and stable, same way when hankering wings of soul are broken off soul becomes stable and still in the nature of the Self. As when flame is extinguished you cannot know where it has gone. By attaining the Self mind becomes evaporated likewise. Then whatever functions as mind is pratibha and that too is the Self itself. Then even when he is in the world Self itself is shining and shimmering in and out, all around.
Hearing this, the entire assembly became quiet and sunk in deep samadhi of wisdom. King Dasaratha, all sages from celestial world along with Visvamitra pronounced, "Jaya, Jaya..." The entire assembly echoed. Sri Rama, Laksman, Bharat and Satrughna sang songs and Existence rejoiced. All went to their homes.
Here ends Nirvana Prakarana Purardha the first half
NIRVANA PRAKARANA UTTARARDHA
Story of Svapna, Sankalpa, Keral, Chira, Ghana, Susupta & Nidrit Waking Phases of Life
If you think of enlightenment as a woman then association of wise men is like her earrings. The most important learning which is received by wise association is contentment. Contentment shines as bliss and ojas through your face. He adorns the place as spring decorates the forest with flowers, leaves and fruit. One who has hankering he is crushed like a worm that comes under the foot. As dry leaf on the water top in a windy evening shakes, same way hankering man does. One who craves for wealth he is like an ass which enters in the heap of filth. Hankering man who leads himself into dirty destiny by indulging in sense gratification is like an ass. As touch of an ass is dirty so is touch of a hankering man. World, Prince Rama, is impure, inauspicious and unwise. When you become dispassionate towards it you shine like moon among the stars of sky. Therefore start dispersing the clouds of desire, then profoundity of contentment expands and duality dissolves. Dear Rama, when you have detachment you ascend to the platform. Then you develop quest for association of wise men. Then ascending to third stage you listen with rapt attention the words of wisdom then new clues are opened up. Worldly ambitions seem to be too insignificant. Fourth stage, your true Self shines out.
Fifth stage, sharpness of I-my-me notions and the nuts and bolts of filial relationships are loosened up. Sixth stage, no attachment, no aversion creep in likened and adverse conditions like when water goes on stone no attachment and aversion happens to the stone. All thorny trees of desire are cut off through axe of desirelessness and sow seeds of contentment. Then in seventh stage experience -- fruit ripens up in which one finds himself subtler than subtlest and grosser than grossest. All over he sees nothing but aatmaa vai Bramha. Dear Rama, this is nirvana. "Holy Sire, who is that God worshipping whom Nirvana is attained?" "Dear Rama," He is the God who is not distinct from you. Who is never apart from you. Who is very you of you. He is the eternal flame of experience of just pure experiencing of you, within you. This is God. Regardless of caste, creed, religion and nationality, all people are worshipping Him. Whether you are religious or atheistic and agnostic you cannot get away from worshipping Him. No matter what you do is worship of Him. There are two kinds of worship, auspicious and inauspicious. Auspicious worship evolves you; it refines you, makes you see how all are worshipping Him. Inauspicious worship drags you down further away from your own conscience, your own honesty and truthfulness and wideheartedness, and darkness increases. When God is pleased he sends a messenger. "Holy Sire, who is His messenger?" Rama asked. It is discretion. This is the appointed messenger of God. When he comes he kills the biggest enemy, the restless mind. He then cleans, washes and removes the dust and dirt of passion (vasana) and strings of anxieties. Then the messenger carries you to see the God. Then your soul becomes merged in loving God. And God only remains as you. And bliss flows and overflows. Prince Rama, world is like a terrible sea in which hankering is wave. Body identification is water, sensational urges are alligators. Death is water whirl. Soul is fallen in such a sea. He has no future unless a boat arrives. This boat is the boat of discretion.
Soul has become inertified as stone due to excess of lethargy. As water becomes ice due to cold, due to lethargy, Self becomes soul and goes obscured by dust and dirt of passion. When the messenger comes, cleaning happens, energy flows inwards, then you are in front of the great God. He is then pleased. He smiles. Thousand headed, thousand armed. No! Five billion headed, ten billion handed and legs. Ten billion eyed and eared. He does all. He has capacity more than one hundred trillion but at present manifesting into only five billion. When you recognize Him through his worship of no matter what you do, provided it makes you a qualified candidate for election. He provides discretion messenger. Then you associate with wise men. Then listening to ideas of wisdom and high understanding you grasp and yield onto higher meaning of life, then ego vanishes, and flame of pure experience, the God-realization takes place. This God is aatmaa, this aatmaa is Bramha. Aum is His name. In Him is this world inscribed-Seer, sight and seeing are only projections upon Him. Like ornament formations in gold, only due to vasana, the world is appearing like this upon the Supreme Pure consciousness the God. As long as mind and sight entanglement goes on, soul cannot rise above from bindings of karma. He cannot unknot the tangled ties of karma vasana -action and its fruit. Cause and effect. When ego moves extrovert, becomes icy and a lot of snow surrounds it. This snow creates lethargy to move inward. It makes you insensitive, rigid, tight and unflexible. As much thickened is your cholesterol level upon your thinking principle, so much solidness of world prevails in your life, and that much incapacity to move inward and transcend the world identification dominates. To minimize this domination of incapacity is knowledge, Ghost of ignorance has obsessed the soul, that is why in lunacy soul feels the existence of world. Because of this feeling innumerable kinds of ropes of passion have bound tightly with outside. And it does not move inward. When you projected reality upon your desires and feelings they began appearing real. Then to participate in that program your physical body also began appearing real. And your reality projection has become solid, intense and unreversible. And misery and joy began to appear real. But in fact there is neither misery nor joy nor world. Just mental projection mingled with emotion. And this tangled up, complex emotion is given a beautiful word love and all mishaps of it is rationalized and justified. No one doubts love's validity. And this has blocked all the passages of rational thinking. In ancient world all problems used to be solved by yajna. In order to get this issue settled too you ought to do a yajna.
Establish a mighty arena and altar of intensive search for higher understanding of life and existence. Set a fire of deep meditation. Offer oblations of hankering, all urges of sensations, all likings and dislikings, all projections, opinions and prejudices should be offered as oblations. Then at last offer purnahuti by the oblation of mind along with sight. As completion of yajna do a great charity -- sarvasva-dana. Offering donation of one's ego to the Cosmic Existence. He is the big pundit. Donating your ego offer obeisances to him by submerging your identity into the Universal Existence. This is known as visvajit yajna. The fruit of this yajna is -- he is never baffled, shattered or even stressed by innumerable heavy duty troubles and difficulties. Austerity, charity, yajna, mind control, sense control and ten commandments, none of these can equal the slightest to the transcendence of ego. Dear Rama, set fire of deep understanding and burn all the dry grass and dirt of imposed material and physical gross meanings of life. And blow the ashes off by the storm of detachment. Then you attain peace. Then you attain prosperity. In comparison to this prosperity all are sheer pauperosity. All diversity is assumptions of mental infatuation. When mind is stilled and set free from assumptions then men, women, birds, gods, land, scenic sights, all become just pure sky. All are Bramha. One along existence. According to one's own passion and vasana people see the world differently from this vasanic projection. O Prince, you should awake. Break off this cage. All are illusion. As the sound of flute is just noise of air through bamboo holes, same way, these bundles of flesh, blood and bones are talking and doing all these things through blowing of prana (vital) air. Dear Rama, there are seven kinds of creation and also seven kinds of souls. One is dream-waking, second is fantasy/image waking, third is only waking, fourth is full fledged waking, fifth is solid waking, sixth is waking dreaming and seventh is minimum waking. "Holy Sire, could you explain to what are these explicitedly?" Prince asked. "Dear Rama," All I am saying is, water of rivers and ocean are all the same. And you are asking how water becomes bubbles, whirlpools, waves, ebbs and tides. Listen, I will explain to you. In one of the Cosmic days (consists of four billion solar years) one of the several billion, trillion souls fell asleep during his wakeful state (perhaps during
day dreaming). Whatever he dreamt and is still dreaming is our world which he misconceived as real and solid. We all are dream figures of his dream. But not in real. Because he still feels and believes he is awake. But ours and his cosmic day has become one and the same. That is why he feels he is awake. In former cosmic day he had waking state but now he is asleep. It is probably a slight doze while sitting or working in the office when all the files of work are piled up on the table. Phones are ringing. It is many hours before office is to be closed and night comes. But he is asleep, better say, dozed. If anyone may shake him and allege, "Are you sleeping?" Most probably he would say, "No, I am not sleeping" and sinking into the piles of work, he may say, "Just relaxing but are you sleeping? Maybe so, that is why you projected I might be sleeping. I am not sleeping." This man in his doze, in his so called slight relaxing is still lying sleeping on his work chair in his office where everybody is hectically busy. And no sooner his eyes are opened he too will go hyperactive in work. "Holy Sire, if this man won't wake up and time of dissolution of his universe comes, then what will happen to him? And suppose here in our cosmic day, in our universe, if he attained Enlightenment, what will happen to his body in that cosmic day in that universe?" "Dear Rama," If this man attains Enlightenment here then his vasanas (reproductive impressions of past karmas as well as present karmas) of both bodies will assemble together and fire of knowledge would be aflamed and great explosion will take place. If he did not attain Enlightenment then series of life after death after death after death will continue -- as illusion or waking. If he wakes up in his universe the waking of this universe will feel like a dream to him. If he did not wake up and dissolution time came his soul with due ignorance will be deposited in that universe and wait until creation begins. As soon as creation begins he will be provided with appropriate body according to his level of consciousness and he will be pushed on into his journey. How helpless you remain in dream about being aware into consistency with waking world so is helplessness while waking to be in consistency with ultimate waking, the Reality.
(1) As in a tiny rotten fruit of a tree innumerable mosquitoes sit, innumerable souls sit in each universe. Life in such universes is waking creation. And waking you experience in dreaming state is called Svapna-Jagrat or Dreaming-Waking. (2) You are sitting and your mind is stilled but not yet slipped into sleep but lost into fantasy of emotional hankering. And somehow your faith became stable in its facticity and former memory is forgotten, then this is Sankalpa-Jagrat or Fantasy. (3) The creation which materialized from Bramha and felt in one's atma and felt as one's mini-universe and happened to witness it and knew it as being mere sankalpa matra -- only imagination, then this is Only Waking or Keval-Jagrat. (4) "Ekoham bahusyam prajayey" the cosmic virat willed. Natural imbalance happened. From Mahat tatva to five elements materialized. "I am-ness" vibrated, birth took place. Lethargy in relation to aatmaa expanded. And birth after birth, death after death, new home, new family, new environment, new native places, new races, transmigration goes on. This is Chira-Jagrat or Waking Into Endless Tunnel Slip. (5) Conditioned, obsessed, possessed and grabbed by identification of these new coverings of soul, one misconceives the duration of the everchanging covering as life, and to facilitate it indulges in innumerable selfish and disgraceful works avoiding the path of dharma. Then insensitivity of inside spreads outside like epidemic disease and turns outside structure too as insensitive, inert and least conscious. In comparison to a state where one can be sensitive enough to comprehend the knowledge and experience of Absolute Truth he is inertified. And here he becomes animals, birds, worms and trees. This is known as GhanaJagrat or Inertified Waking. (6) When identification is maximized, consequently perspective became narrow and unwise, brain became clogged, possibility of growth in consciousness is hopeless for at least several billion years. Then here you go and become some stone or rock. This is state of Sleeping Waking or Susupta-Jagrat. (7) Although he has become stone, whether like Ahalya (for a considerable limited time), or special bow, Pinak of Janak, or statues of the temples. The soul, one who has become these stones and being used, worshipped or set as stairs
becoming stepping stones -- that is all according to past karmas. And staying in other creation, in another universe, they are seeing it. Watching it. But hopeless and helpless. Nothing could be done. Except going through this heavy stuff, they are awake yet fast asleep far more deeply than any living being can sleep. That is why it is called Slumber Awake or Nidrit-Jagrat. This does not mean the deity in the temple is just going through his karmas and can play no roles for you when you become related with him through your prayers and worships. No, he is there in that form specifically to arouse in you sensitivity, faith, hope and love. Upon peak of which whatever you wish is bestowed upon you. He is a soul like yourself, awake in other universe seeing himself stonified in this universe, yet he is going through his diamond days of his this particular life. And is fortunate enough to be an emblem or symbol in which Supreme God can be visualized by thousands for thousands of years. It works. So when you have one in your home he acts in two ways -- He is as part of your family as alive being as you are. But if you dishonor him by considering him only a stone even after prana pratistha ceremony, then due to that offense of yours, he becomes paralized and stays brassified or stonified until someone in your family is born who truly addresses him with deep devotion. Or you yourself develop it. He becomes alive. Then many times he becomes alive not just a wish fulfilling deity but also Supreme God Himself who is pure manifestitation of Bramha. When it is all over then cycle changes and all those who are in seventh state of Slumber Awake or Nidrit-Jagrat, or sixth Sleeping Waking or SusuptaJagrat come up again back to the normal which we have described as first Svapna-Jagrat, means, Dreaming Waking. And he strives hard. Sows seed of dispassion, waters it with water of application of constant discretion and introspection. Hires that newly wedded couple for guarding. And self satisfaction, his wife's smile on the lips, both guard it to grow. They save the sprout of Mystica Trancensia from birds of hopes and from snowfall of accomplishments of material ambitions through weapons of Satvic qualities ("Song of Enlightenment" chapters 16, 17 and 18) and performances and study of Sarvam Kalvidam Bramha literature. Then the tree of Enlightenment grows into three mighty branches of Bramha alone is real and all else is illusion. Now Mr. Contentment and Mrs. Smile on the Lips have to be extra careful to drive away the monkeys, love and hatred. Likings and dislikings, indulging and revolting, passionately clinging or repulsing, these pairs are too dangerous monkeys. They often break and tear all the branches and ruin everything. So watching out is a tough job, far tougher than winning the "Third World War".
Upon this tree of Enlightenment there is a wonderful, palacial building incomparison to which Buckingham Palace, Udaypur Lake Palace Hotel, and interior of Washington D.C. White House are unattractive. Once you ascend you never fall. You may come down if you want. Then you stand on the podium of divine ordained, shastric perspective. And if you please, you can fly all over the globe piloting the jumbo jet of shastric perspective. And if you wish you can mingle in the world also and do whatever you want, live however you want to live, but with one condition, you are dressing yourself well in silk suit of padmapatra-mivambhasa. It is in the market. And fortunately on sale. This silk suit of special faculty of remaining uninvolved like lotus leaf in the water is on sale in the super market of Holy Men. Its sales price is 99 trillion, 99 million, 99 thousand, 99 hundred and 99 dollars and 99 cents. But to the Enlightened ones it is free of cost. In fact, you are offered it as a gift by the Existence. This is Turiya stage which can be known as Ksina-Jagrat or Minimized Waking. You are so vastly engulfed in the bliss of Bramha. That light is so absorbing, peace is so indrawing, that you have hardly any time to express to the world and let them know you are awake. Upon hundreds of bow downs you open your eyes and smile and then close them again. Upon very gigantic, mountainous and life-size, dangerous problem, when world knocks your door you just open your eyes and smile and say, "Evamastu." "So be it." And the problem is solved before they even leave your shrine of Enlightenment. That is why it is called KsinaJagrat. Dear Prince Rama, these are seven kinds of creation and seven formations of soul. Understand it and you will attain.
STORY OF MY HOME IN THE SKY
Dusk approached. Assembly dissolved. Flowers showered. All departed for the night's contemplation. Early morning they arrived. All sat on their silk sponge cushioned gold chairs, looking unwinkingly on the stage where sat four illustrious Princes and King with spiritual master, Sage Vasistha, and other guests from the east, as well as from the celestial worlds. Here his voice echoed. "Dear Prince Rama," A long time ago my planet became very populated, so dense and busy that I came to Planet Earth. But human civilization had expanded so vast that not only
plains were densely populated, but also hills, rivers and oceans have their own cities. Even treetops had huge mansions. No cars and trains but electric operated airplanes and ships were used as cars. They landed and parked on trees and rooftops. Humans had developed science and controlled death, old-age and disease. Average death rate had been decreased. And humans commanded most of the natural forces. I needed a silent and quiet place so I flew into the sky. All eight hundred miles up until air level, I saw innumerable astral beings have inhabited their cities and gone densely populated. Their travel, interactions and other business are heavily being carried out. I flew up and above I saw not only planets but also open sky was densely populated. Of course they were reserved for astral and celestial races but people had attained that too. I did not like it. I went on flying nonstop penetrating through clouds and inhabitations of angels, vidyadharas, siddhas, gandharas, solar and lunar spheres too. I reached a place where there was no air, water, fire or earth. There was pure vast sky. Even highly evolved astrals and celestials have no access to this place. On a beautiful spot through my will power I created a hermitage of gems and pearls. From outside it was surrounded by a beautiful green garden with play mountains, rivers, blooming lotuses, jasmine flowers and nightqueen buds were shining and perfuming. In the center was the mansion. Banana trees at the doors, gold stairs, moonstone floor, sapphirish walls, livingroom, love seats, dining tables and chairs were made of opals. Man size glass windows overlooking the garden. And I spread my kusha grass mat, deer skin upon that silk carpet upon that, and after bath in the milky Ganga, wearing my new white silk lungi I sat cross legged, locking my physical currents in mula, uddiyana and jalandhar bandhas -- balanced my breath and entered into deep meditation. I willed, let it be for one year. And I was gone in. Became one with Bramha. The time passed like winking of an eyelid. Then as seed sown on fertile soil sprouts when proper time comes, as dry tree when spring comes becomes green and blooms again, same way my senses of perception vibrated to move outward. The ego ghost assuming the form of the notion that "I am Vasistha" sensitized and wife of ego the desire vampiress began bubbling up. Dear Rama, this ability to go in deep meditation is in everybody. It is only a matter of using it. "Holy Sire, you are enlightened. How come and why ego ghost and desire vampiress came to you? Please explain." "Dear Rama,"
Whether one is Enlightened or regular ignorant, as long as soul resides in the body ego is a necessary evil and desire follows ego like shadow. Wherever there is body ego is there and wherever is ego body is there or soon coming. The only difference is, enlightened one is cosmic himself assumes the form of ego. Ego is symbol of darkness but in them it is spark of light acting as darkness to relate with darkish people. Patanjali calls it pratibha, devotees call it visuddha -sattva, sages call it prajnanam. But in essence it is spark of pure consciousness Bramha assuming the form of ego acting for some special purpose. I am going to explain you a top secret through silakhyana. There is creation always and everywhere. There is no place where there is no creation. As there is hollowness in sky so is creation in rock. "Holy Sire, when there is creation why and how can it be said to be a rock?" Sri Rama asked. Because creation is nothing but an emptiness of the sky. Because they appear out of illusion. Aatmaa is established in aatmaa and aatmaa is present in creation into the same extent it is in rock. In fact, rock and creation both are illusion upon aatmaa and aatmaa is Bramha when it encompasses beyond individuality. Dear Rama, the earth is in the sky. The world is on the earth but in sky also there are worlds. Planets are gross worlds and in space there are subtle worlds. So this is first step. Second step is, if you can bear it -- there is no atom -- no single atom which has no world. In every particle of dust there is world. But on the level of Bramha there is none else but just one -- the Bramha. With Bramha, world is just a meaningless word. Dear Rama, there is no drop of water which has no world. There is no spark or flame of fire which has no world. There is no air bubble which has no world. World is all over and everywhere yet it is all emptiness. And this emptiness too is too opaque and gross to the Bramha which permeates it. Upon which it is projected and superimposed. In fact, world is Bramha and Bramha is world. It all depends which dimension of reality your consciousness has been stuck on to. As there is sound of flowing water but it has no meaning, same way is the world. It is a name, a sound without meaning. I, you, he, she, Himalayas, America, Europe, USSR, white men, black men, Chinese, Indian, world war, peace, love, sports, wedding, joy, pain, are meaningless sounds. Nothing has ever been built, made or created truly. All are just appearing out of illusion like dream.
"Holy Sire, please tell us what happened when you awoke from one year long, deep meditation?" "Dear Prince," When I awoke, sensation of "I am-ness" then senses of perception and identity of sage Vasistha came to me. I then heard a soft, delicate, musical sound of some woman singing. Her song echoed and reechoed and resounded, reverberated in and through the entire space. I wondered... I have already come more than two million, four hundred thousand miles up in the sky. Who is she? Even siddhas have no access here, how she came in? I stood up and walked out. Flowers were blooming in my garden, grass greening and stream resounding. Peacocks and deer were happily welcoming me. Song resounded vividly. I traveled in space far and wide but saw no one anywhere except vast expanse of emptiness. I returned to my cottage. Sat back on my meditation seat. Fixed my legs in lotus pose, spine straight, I closed my eyes. I became one with the sky. "Holy Sire, how you became one with sky?" First, I organized my senses, then suspended their perceptions from moving towards their objects. Then uniting all groups of thinking principles taking up ego, then merging into sky I became vast sky. Then I searched for her again. I could not find her. Then I became chittakasa -- the space of will, and looking for her I still did not see her. Then I entered in intellect sky. She was not there too. Then I entered into chidakasa, the sky of pure consciousness -- as a drop of water uniting with ocean becomes galaxies, universes and cosmic eggs floating and rotating. At the same time I saw sachchidanandghan eternal Bramha, illuminating all over everywhere. When I turned my eyes the other way, I saw worlds after worlds after worlds floating as dust particles are seen in the rays of the sun reflecting through a ventilator or hole inside the home. Innumerable worlds there are in Bramha, yet each soul has its own mini-worlds. That multiplies again by national, international, social, neighboral, familial, individual and mental projectional. As there are thousands of people sleeping in one room and each seeing their own dream, each seeing their own dream universes. And own personal problems therein, suffering and enjoying. Each one is busy in their tarantella dancing or flamingo or ballet, or wailing, crying, sobbing and sighing. Each one is aware of his own place and time, oblivious of other's world. It is only the jnani who can see all of them at once at the same time not.
When I glanced above and below, left and right, far and wide, I saw there are universes and cosmic eggs which have only one element, some have four, five, six, ten, sixteen, thirty-four, thirty-six elements. And civilizations have more freedom and access to comfort and power. I saw them, beings of multiple variety, as painted pictures on wall of aatmaa busy in their own vasana and samskaras and passionate clingings. There were creations which did not have sun and the moon nor fire. But things are going on as usual. There were worlds where people had no knowledge of time. There are worlds where there is no day, no night. Some are utterly dark. Some have only celestial beings. Some have only humans, in some, only demons live. Some have only animals, birds, flies and worms. Some have only water and water animals. Some have no sastric ordinance. Some worlds were facing dissolution, others were birthing. Some worlds have no age change. However people are born they stay same all life. Some have only fire light. Some have only gravitational pull, others only have levitational pull. In some even animals follow the injunctions of sastras, what to speak of men, and are happy. Some have only worms and no one else. Dear Rama, as water appears in the rays of sun, as blueness in sky, as river is mirage, as cobra in a rope, same way, I saw billions and trillions of worlds in the sky of Bramha created by mind gandharva. Lost in the glamors of this jigjag I spent some time, then I thought, who is she of that cuckoo tone, vina melody voice, inspiring song singing maiden? Then instantaneously, I heard her voice again. Then the meaning of her song suddenly echoed within me. Then I looked far and wide, stacks and stacks of cotton-like, mountainous clouds afloat and there she was. Standing holding in her hand a flower. Her body was shining like molten gold. Wearing colorful clothes and ornaments she resembled Laksmi -- goddess of wealth. She came closer and stood in front of me and said, "O benign one, you are the one I saw after millenia who appeared to have gone beyond the sea of world. Whoever comes towards you, you are the shelter." I felt as all worlds passed through my sight were illusion, similarly this lady too may be illusion. And I flew into the sky. Once again I saw innumerable birthing and dying universes -- like banion leaves birthing, greening, yellowing and falling down. Millions and billions of beginning with Bramha, Indra, Manu, followed by innumerable dynasties of kings and sages, and billions and trillions of people, large scale growing people. Empires rising, enjoying for thousands of years, then crumbling into dust and millions of series of them, then universes like these in thousands rushing and merging into the black hole. Then again new ones in
millions arising from the white hole and floating and rotating. As two people sleeping in the same bed seeing different dreams. In one, universe is birthing, in next, it is dying. Thus I saw billions and trillions of worlds like this seven continental one in which we are living. But I knew they have nothing substantial. They are like dream. Only Bramha alone existed upon which their existences passed like rolling, changing shapes of clouds. As bubbles came and went away upon the surface of ocean. Just like that. Just as wave is non-different from water, same way you, I and all this is non-different from Bramha. This world is nothing but a passing wave in sea of Bramha. I went on seeing the cosmic egg not yet complete, gunas are still multiplying. There were others which did not know dharma and adharma. They have no idea of thiestic and athiestic. No god, no religion. I saw one hundred fifty cosmic eggs where Silver Age (Treta yuga) was still passing. Worlds were different, Ages too were different. There were Vasisthas too. They were as wise as myself. They appeared too as myself. Some were better than me too. And in front of them were sitting you, Prince Rama, receiving education into Ultimate Reality -- Bramha. I and you and this assembly of your reverend father and sages, I saw in about one hundred fifty bramhandas (which includes billions of universes, including billions of solar systems, including billions of galaxies). There were more in which Copper, Iron and Golden Ages were passing on. All projected like a movie, motion picture on the screen of Bramha. They appeared clearly, remaining never ever happened as river in mirage in desert, blueness in sky, cobra in rope. Never was, never is, never will be, but due to sensation of vibrant mind it is all looking like truly happening. As fruit in tree, as dust in sunray, so also in the tree of aatmaa. This world is like a fruit. Appearing only due to desire wheel gliding. As in the fruit of gular hundreds of mosquitoes live, in the shade of soul innumerable worlds are vibrating and materializing. Somewhere the final cosmic dissolution (mahapralay) is going on, some just started. Oceans are high rising. Their waves have filled the entire earth and space to Pole Star and above. Their waves and tides are now devouring the planet Svah -- the heaven. And celestials of Indra's planet are dying. Higher beings from Mahah loka, Janah loka and Tapah loka are running to take shelter in Bramha's loka. I saw such a world where people doing meritorious deeds are going to hell. And sinners going to heaven. In some creations sand is squeezed and crushed and
they produce tons and tons of oil. Through eating poison people live long, drinking nectar they die. Dear Prince, as is one's decision that is happening, I saw. Somewhere from stones and rocks lotuses and lilies are born; somewhere diamonds, pearls and sapphires are born in trees like flowers and fruit. Somewhere in the sky there are trees and tree clusters, beautiful green forests. In some creations clouds are the clothes. People lift up their hands, grab clouds and wear them as clothing. I also saw world of blind, deaf, dumb and bodyless people. I saw fascinating creations inside the flames of fire, inside the depths of water, inside earth's crust and in the air. Prince, I kept looking left and right, inside the sankalpa I saw fantastic exhibitions of the worlds and inside my Self in Bramha eternal fullness of emptiness -- pure bliss, peace and love. Thus I traveled in the space thousands of miles. I saw in some creations people eat, drink and act like ghosts. In some, people are invisible. In some, there is no distinction of I, you and he. In some there is no mind in life of people. In others there is only ego's creation. In some, all have aatmic perspective. They consider all as their own self. Distinctions and hates are outlaw people are indicted for trust. In a few, all beings are liberated. They are shining. Dear Prince, I went above and below, left and right in all ten directions. I found throughout billions and trillions of miles in the ocean of Bramha there are bubbles. And these bubbles shelter cosmic eggs which consist of billions of universes, galaxies and the planets. In one of such planets, same world like ours is populated with similar civilizations and customs and laws. "Holy Sire, if this is the law of creation that in the day of Bramha when he awakes, he creates this creation. It continues until all beings are liberated. Then all merge and become one in Absolute Bramha. Then how again when all former beings are liberated creation moves from that subtle Bramha?" Bramha is absolute, as you said. It is a thousand times more subtle than sky. Then tell me, from such a fine, subtle, translucent Bramha which is Absolute as well, how can this gross, material, dusty, dirty world be born? Dear Rama, I tell you again, drop all the signals of your script programing and know world has never been born, nor is, nor will be. As dream occures due to tiredness, due to incorrect comprehension and out of sleep's darkness. Likewise, out of samvit's misconception, out of fantasy, space and time bound world appears. It is just appearance. That is why it is known as maya. As to a child, in his shadow ghost has never been born; as to a timid in dark, rainy night upon the rope cobra has
never been born. These appearances are only due to fear-born illusion. Same way to you, to us, to all -- this world and creation is looming and lurking out of ignorance. As fire is born out of air and through air it extinguishes. Same way world is appearing out of mind and when mind is taken care of world vanishes. "Holy Sire, one question. The clusters of worlds and creations you saw you said, did you see them going place to place traveling all over or sitting in one place?" Prince, not just one question, ask as many as you like. I am my Self. I am aatmaa. I am Bramha. There is no going and coming of any kind in me. Therefore I saw them in myself. "Wow! Holy Sire, how?" Rama, just as you see your own body from feet to head, likewise I saw. In order to see your hands do you have to go anywhere? In order to see a touch to your leg, do you have to board an airplane and travel to Europe and Canada? In order to touch your nose, do you have to travel several thousand miles by train and car? In order to put some lotion on your face do you have to fly to New York, London, Moscow, Delhi, Bombay, Tokyo, then come to San Francisco Bay area and touch your face? No, not at all. You just turn your head this way, that way, and for your face, just a mirror and that is all. I saw all these millions and billions of worlds of innumerable varieties and diversities not going anywhere but entering in myself. Through jnananetra I saw them. As flowers, fruit, leaves, branches are parts of one tree, as bubbles, waves, whirlpools, tides and ebbs are parts of one ocean, same way all these creations as part of myself alone I saw. Even now I know them all. As sky is same inside a cottage as outside a cottage, same way to me all the past and all the future of the worlds are known to me in my Self. As water knows its tastes, as air knows its vibrations, ice knows its coldness, likewise through my consciousness with help of my jnananetra, I saw this entire happenings of international affairs. Who will win the election and who will lose, when war breaks out and it stops, whose business will prosper and when - all I know as you know your toe just by turning your head down. But these are just garbage. Telling them out only I can attract vegetating, garbage people.
That is why I may not use it for that, but to tell you to help you realize the Absolute, whatever is needed I am provoked to tell you. As gods, celestials, astrals and siddhas sitting in their places see this through their diryanetras the happenings of far distances, millions of miles far away, same way I saw all these worlds. As gems, mines, medicinal herbs and landscapes the earth knows in herself, same way I saw all the worlds in myself. "Holy Sire, tell me about the lotus-eyed lady who was singing. What did she do next?" She came and stood before me in her space body. She was just there. I failed to see before only because I was in physical body. Later, also I was not on special layer of spacious body in which she was. Just like radio and television channels -- when you come exactly upon that wave length you see and hear particular message. Same way whatever plane of elements your body possesses you can and meet only that plane people, see the sights, and not to many others who might be right then and there and talking to you or even touching you but on another plane of existence. Like hologram, like ghosts, like apparitions and spirits. Therefore I was able to see her when I came to her level exactly one hundred degrees. "Holy Sire, she was in spacious body and you too were space body but conversation and even listening is possible when one is in the physical body. Because, throat, palate, nose, teeth, lips and heart are used for speech. And flow of prana, the vital air, is compulsory to move them to function. But here you both were abstract, how did the speech then take place?" "Dear Prince," You have seen dream or vision. There you can see, be seen, act and make a whole world out of sky; you don't need anything, no element as premordial cause, so is this. As everything happens in dream spaciously so did we see each other and talked. Dear Rama, it is surprising, Truth is not visible and false is visible all over. As in the dream the waking is not visible, only false which is not happening is visible, same way in the spiritual waking in Bramha the present reality becomes false. Dream is false. Nothing that you saw was ever constructed according to some law and formula. It is just flashing up due to your low level of consciousness. When I saw that lady and talked -- it was only because her and my sankalpa were similar. As dream inside the dream that is how we met. There
are layers and layers and layers of worlds in the creation of Bramhaa. Each element, each guna and quantity and quality of their combinations makes many layers. There are billions and trillions of layers, one after another. But one can awake from anywhere from any layer. Each awake is full, which means, even Bramhaaji is small to an awakened one. Dream world and waking world are similar, one and the same. But waking world is prolonged dream. Action and reactions are stronger. Birth and death are harder. Whatever joy happens in dream although it is illusion but nondifferent from vast space of aatmaa. Seer and sight remaining myth and fantasy appear to be truly happening. I-you-he, all this beauty of world, who considers as fact and true that is ignorance. Dream is merely a perception, so is waking and the whole world. Eternal aatmaa cannot be the cause of this world as there is no cause of the world seen in dream. Because nothing at all has happened. All are just conceptual. Soul and its various creations are all spacious. There is neither cause nor creator, nor enjoyer, neither the world as it is. One who knows it becomes quiet like a rock. As dead man, a corpse cannot speak, same way in aatmaa no speech, no talking is possible. If there could be anyone who could hear talking of someone in other's dream then it could be easy to know it is fact. Same way is this world. For one layer another layer is nonexistent. Same way for next layer that layer is nonexistent. "Holy Sire, if this world is a dream why does it look so real and awake?" A minister asked from the assembly. Those who accepted slight lethargy towards their true Self, to them the world feels like fantasy, movie, imagination or just acting and he knows this is illusion, and that the true Self alone is truly him. This is called mridu-samvega. They awake very easily and get out. Whose whom, lethargy came, played careless. Because heavy causing misunderstanding of all kinds. Did not awake. Did not even try to awake, to them world becomes the only reality there is. As if you are trapped in a dream. This is called madhya-samvega.
And those who slept and never wake up. Instead of waking up they opened the gateway to slide into far deeper sleep and lethargy and laziness. Such as from normal, regular man, turned into a violent, restless and criminal, then fall into species of animal, bird, ant, worm, trees and amoeba. He goes deep and deep into sleepiness until becomes rock. This is called tivra-samvega. The identifications of their transformations of mind are strongest and hardest. The dream is the only reality of their life. They repeatedly fail to conceive any and everything better, superior and beyond their present state of ignorance. They create and train themselves in greater and finer skillfulness of dreamy life. They advocate and support only those people, laws and customs which provoke more depths in their dreaminess and ignorance. Thus all doors and gates of higher perception are shut, closed, fortified high walls, automatic machine guns placed on towers and repeated slogans are shouted to ward off all who come and try to awaken and help. America and Europe are such places where all skillnesses are used to close all doors of possibilities to be awakened in higher realities of life. This is what we mentioned before as svapna-jagrat, dreamwaking state of serious ignorance. Holding on to serious ignorance when you search for understanding and meaning of life then obviously you fall into the mire of greater, larger and utter misunderstanding. And then those misunderstandings are so dear, holy and adored, that never becomes able to transcend them and get to the point of Truth. This is the piteous condition of today. You have to discover the utter laziness, a serious lethargy is not just there only in early morning awake, but in the very act of which they are proud of and being praised and credited. If you can get it then you are out of your own script program. And you have discretion or intuition. It is due to ignorance this world seems to be real and as much, as many variations ignorance takes in that many changes the world appears. When one dies one is not liberated but becomes inert like stone due to ignorance. The only place dim consciousness is flickering is mind. Upon this mind world according to his samskar and vasana the world fantasy begins to reflect. Innumerable actions and interactions follow a solid VCR and audio is made up for the next four billion years -- samchit, prarabdha and kriyamana. Attached by iron chains of prarabdha only kriyamana remains visible during the short span of life of beings. But continuously guided and pushed and pulled by the invisible. This is the cause of billions of unclarity and helplessness seen in life of mankind. They see very little.
When you are awake and enlightened then you may entertain dream objects as real and true and part of history. Dream, will and awake become equal. Just as we described through examples of Shukra, Romio, Lavana and Gandhi, even dream is a reality in their cases. We will describe Dirghatapa whom dream was real. Every soul has his own creation. All creations are different. They are based on the Self. All these creations reflect upon the mirror of that one lone Self. All these creations are experiences of the one lone Self, the atma. As all trees are born of one seed, trees went on multiplying. Same way all creations have multiplied by one creation of Bramhaaji and have gone on multiplying. One man is asleep. He sees a dream. In his dream he walked miles and at last stayed in an inn where he saw many people sleeping in the night. Each one is dreaming. Each one's dream is the real world to him. In their dreams, after an exhaustive work at the end of the day, again they sleep and lo, there again they dream into a new birth, growth and work, and in the night sleep became something else again. And that became real. Thus we in our world, in our life, have gone on and on and on in different directions from reality of life. Dear Rama, the one to whom first dream appears is a single being. In the mind of one alone person these billions and trillions of sixteen billion square miles of creations lasting for four billion x 2 x 30 x 12 x 365 = billion years arise like soap bubbles. Souls residing in there are unaware of other creations. They only know theirs. Because desires are different. For many we are dream figures. For us they are dream figures and aliens. They are sleeping in their world dreaming of our world being one of us. In those who are asleep in our world, in dream they are seeing other worlds becoming someone else born in family of someone else, being employed for someone else. To whom, to which all to us are like dream and myth. But to them that is the only reality. As long as they are in. Without getting awake in Bramha experience if you die you are born in another dream world. Then after death another dream world, then another and another. Birth, old-age, disease and death goes on and on and on. When you sleep, sides of mind will have to find exposure in new dimensions that is why dream. Each of us has our own dreams. Many will be completely different, many similar, many slightly similar. Ten people sleeping in one room, can they know and walk into each other's dream world as they do in their physical homes. Those who are in astral and celestial worlds they are aware of more new and subtle worlds. But humans never know as one stone does not know another stone.
In fact, creation which consists of world is also sky-like. As there is illusion of cobra upon a rope, as there is illusion of water in the rays of the sun, so are the worlds in the atma. To the atmically lethargic ones world is the only reality. By knowing the rope as rope your fear of cobra is destroyed, same way by knowing the atma sufferings of world are destroyed. It is by ignorance of atma or by incorrect knowledge of atma suffering lingers on and on and on. "Hello pious lady, where have you come from? Where do you live? What are you? Why have you come here?" Thus I asked the lady. "O great sage, you and your world resides in the hole of a hole inside an atom particle of neutron floating in the beam of the one ray of the light of Bramha. The Bramhaaji of your creation along with his wife sensationalism still governs the cosmic egg. "In your world four hundred thousand miles of earth is occupied by Mt. Meru, next four hundred thousand miles is spread in four directions divided in nine varsas. Among which only southern ninth part is known as karma-bhumi field of action or Bharat Varsa. Now two of its continents are submerged in the ocean and seven of them have become deserted from the ancient tradition of this wisdom of transcendental Awakening. Only small part in south Asia is known by Bharat which was before the name of the entire globe. In later Kali Age, Sri Swami Shyamananda is going to come and revive this secret of superb awakening. He will discourse on the superb Vedic mantra-yo jagar tamrtam kamayante...... One who is awakened he alone is loved by angels and god. "This eight hundred thousand mile circle of earth Jambu Dvipa is surrounded by twice bigger salt water ocean. "That is surrounded like a bangle by twice more landscape called Plaksa Dvip which is again surrounded by twice bigger ocean Iksuras which is surrounded by twice bigger land, Shalmali Dvip. This is where great Garuda lives on Semar tree. This is surrounded by twice bigger Sura ocean, surrounded by twice bigger Kusha Dvip, then Ghrita ocean. "Then Krounch Dvip surrounded by twice bigger Ksirodak ocean, then that is surrounded by Shaka Dvip followed by twice bigger Dadhimandod ocean which tastes like buttermilk. "This is surrounded by twice bigger Puskar Dvip. This is again surrounded by twice bigger Sweet water ocean. All around Puskar Dvip from the middle there goes largest mountain in the center called Manasottar ten thousand miles high and long with golden lotus at the center.
"Beyond the Sweet water ocean there is largest mountain range, Lokalok mountain. As much distance of lands and oceans are here from Mount Meru to Manasottar, that much land is there after Sweet water ocean and Mount Lokalok. That is golden land transparent like mirror. Anything fallen gets lost in oblivion, as impure hearted people study high literatures but the meanings they derive get lost, never to be found again. Elation of mind in new understanding is soon gotten lost in the mean people. Only angels and celestials live there. "Entire earth consists of four hundred crore miles from which one fourth is Mount Lokalok. It is always lit like the heart of awakened one. Here you find objects instantly as the wide-hearted wise find the meaning and the essence of Intergalactic civilization's literatures immediately. "In that mountain innumerable cities are inhabited. Many of the places are panoramic and picturesque that heart blooms, as when you are evolved your heart expands when you see a holy man. There are places, steep cliffs, dangerous valleys, seeing which heart sinks as looking at the faces of stupid and wild and body builders. There are places where sun and moon both shine together, somewhere only sun, only moon. Somewhere only farmers live, in other places vidyadharas and elephants, somehwere it is windy, somewhere barren, somewhere beautiful hill stations. "On one plateau of Lokalok there is a fifty-six mile long and wide crystal clear water filled pond, beautiful lotuses bloom, chintamani gems are stones and stairs there, desire tree -- Kalpavriksa tree forest abounds. To the north of the pond there is a huge rock of gold where Lord Shiva, Lord Visnu and Divine Mother Tripur Sundari usually come and sit and enjoy the panoramic scene of the pond. In the same gold rock I live with my future husband along with my family and friends. "O sage, there lives my fiance who long ago very smilingly told me that he will marry me. But then searching for higher purpose of life he began reading many books. Then he stumbled on Sri Swami Shyamananda's books and he just sank in them. He reads and reads all day and night, smiles and laughs in himself and meditates. After hours long meditation opens his eyes and smiles. More than he loved me he loves those books. Study and meditation became his life and I am forgotten ever since. I have grown young and beautiful. But to him I am like a tree or wall. When I smile flowers bloom. People say I look like Laksmi herself. But he looks at me as if to a baby or to a flower or a distant hill and horizon. He never made love to me. With desire and longing for his embrace and conjugal, amoral sports, I feel feverish in his love. My love and longing and passion became so intense that I felt like Sri Radha of Vrindaban. And like her to me also green,
fragrant, cool heavenly gardens feel like desert, fire of separation like spark burning my heart. And I just cry; tears flow like rainy streams. "My maids offer me flower garlands and decorations, on my hair they become dry, wilted and burned, ice hat and my heart weeps all the time. I am a chaste wife. I love my husband but he keeps studying Vedas, Gita and Vedanta. Without his loving embrace my life is futile. Now he has become old, and because of deep love in my heart I am still young and beautiful but great detachment has arisen in my heart. The dew of my husband's detachment has dripped in the lily of my life and I am almost burned. World feels dry and deserted. The joy of senses became tasteless as creepers of autumn. Therefore I ordered from Bodhi Tree "The Startling Revelation" of Sri Swami Shyamananda and started practicing yoga. After mastering eight limbs of yoga I combined the last three - dharana, dhyan and samadhi and focused on the relationship between body and sky-kayakasayoh sambandha samyama llaghu tu la sama patte schakasa gamanam and I achieved supernatural power to travel through sky without vehicle. "I also mastered several more vibhutis of powers working on his book "Power of Powers" and I frequently go to many different planets of siddhas. I had spiritual discussions with yogis of Mahah loka and Jana loka thousands of times but I could not feel any help I have gotten in my spiritual progress. They could not help me with neither vivekakhyati, nor nirvikalp samadhi, nor kaivalya. I met vidyadharas, gandharvas and even Vrihaspati once or twice, but all they talk about is your greatness. They said, 'It is only sage Vasistha who can eliminate the most complex problems and difficulties of your situations of spiritual progress. Heavy rain showers but when wind blows clouds disperse. Same way your word dispels darkness of ignorance.' "Since then, O mighty sage, I longed to visit you. I matured my yoga practice and learned how to travel through other universes. Then I came to your universe. Dear sage, I have been trying to contact you for years telepathically and subtly and had great desire to see you personally and if possible, if you could approve, bring you to my universe. Dear sir, I came to your lotus feet, please help me. My husband and I both need your blessings. I am not a woman, not man, nor anyone else but disciple. Disciple is beyond male, femalehood. Disciple means a dedication, a consciousness of surrender and submission. When someone approaches to a holy man it never goes in vain. Rather all purposes are fulfilled exactly like under Desire Tree. Please bless me, O ocean of mercy, to become enlightened."
"Dear Rama", When that Vidyadhar lady requested me like this, I materialized a seat out of my will power restfully accommodating two persons, than asked her to be seated. I sat and it carried both of us through the space heading towards her universe. As air carries the perfume I and she both flew into the vast sky and arrived at Mount Lokalok. It was most panoramic, magnificent place. Kashmir and Switzerland's beauty condensed together cannot succeed to Mount Lokalok's beauty. Clouds were floating among its large, high hills. Hills of pearls, crystals and moon stones are shining silvery. Trees and creepers are blooming with flowers. Then I saw the large lake, its water shining like emeralds and perfume of its lotuses is waifing all around. Flowers of goldenrods, tulips, daffodils, irises, cosmos, hibiscus, orchids, ivy, jasmin, thristle, rose and night queen are shining like opals and carnelian. Then I saw on the northern region of the lake a huge gold slab. The rock of pure gold with artistic seats on its top. We alighted. We walked and she said, "This is it!" "But," I said, "dear maiden, you said there is your world, where is it?" "I do see my world in this rock, O holy sire, like my face in the mirror, don't you see?" "No, I don't see," I said. "Oh, that is because there is no pattern of samskaras in your heart to see it like that. Sire, you have not practiced to see it as I do, without it how could you see it? When I came first I, like yourself could not see but coming closer I revived my former vision, I am now seeing it clearly. Just by teaching no one can learn meditation. One has to practice it. Just by saying you must love me or you are Bramha no one becomes beloved, no one becomes Bramha. One has to practice it with homage and trust. Practice makes man perfect. Practice wins always. Therefore holy sire, please practice to see my abode inside this rock. "Due to hard practice of being in lethargy the gross physical body is gained. When you practice back to convert it into subtle, astral, it is refined and you fly as bird in open sky. "It is ego goblin that has grabbed the mankind. When he trusts hard in words of enlightened ones and the sastras then ego grip becomes loosened. Power of ego ghost is minimized. It is almost impossible to swallow a tall tree. But a worm goes on eating a little every day and the whole tree becomes hollow. In front of Desire Tree and atma gem whatever you wish is materialized. Foreigners become family members and family becomes foreigners. It is all due to practice. It is due to practice one likes sweets, others like salty, others sharp
and bitter, others smoking and alcohol. Practice of sin destroys merits. Sin is destroyed by practice of meritorious deeds. Sunrise of practice makes attainment of desired object. Cholera of ignorance is destroyed by talk of Bramhajnana Therapy. Worldliness is endless but the boat of Bramhabhyasa (practicing Self actualization) crosses it indeed. By the curse accomplished things go away. By boon things come out of the blue. One who listens to scriptures but does not practice them is a fallen cabbagehead. He never gets his wish fulfilled, specially in spiritual realm. "Please, dear sire, unify your will with my sankalpa then you will see my universe in this rock. My universe is in my psyche, in my subconsciousness, as unification of all waves exists in ocean they are in my mind. Purify your mind and intellect and entwine it with mine." "Dear Rama," Hearing her words I believed her and sat down in lotus posture and went deep into myself transcending body, mind and ego. Became just pure-consciousness, then I addressed my Mystic Torch towards her samskar and there it goes-As you see a rock inside a home in dream. Then home, stone and people who live there, both are made of one single experience. This pure experience has manifested into stone and home. They are nondifferent. Same way, myself fluctuated into enormous, vast creation within that rock of gold. I saw the gold rock as myself and then unified by the lady's subconscious a projection took place like cosmic movie, cosmic VCR and fine resounding. As someone sees his head has gotten cut off and he weeps and wails, in his dream but as soon as he wakes up he finds everything is okay. Same way souls sleep in slumber of body identification. And illusion of world watch continues. Those who say atma is realized by yoga and tapas they too are ignorant. Atma is direct existence ever. All evidences are also proved by atma. Maya only means to consider always direct atma as indirect and false and indirect body as true and direct. As water in sunrays, silver in shell, cobra in rope, two moons in sky appears likewise in pure atma this body, this life, this world appears. This is the glory of moha (infatuation). Ornaments appear in gold, world appears in atma. It is just nothing. No direct then where from will come the inference? In the river where elephant is flowing away what is doubt on cotton being flown away? Same way when you know the world as false by direct perception how can it be true by inference evidence?
Those who abandoning atma see body and related sights as true as their personal form they are foolish and animal. They are stone-like and low, insignificant as dry grass. As mountains look like reeling when you are reeling or after you have reeled alot, same way ignorants see world in the atma. Those which are or can be proved by senses are false and nonexistent. "Dear Rama," When I saw that rock of gold with bodha drioti it was Bramha, when I saw with sankalp dristi I saw an extensive universe. There was earth, space, heaven, planets, sun and moon, vast range of civilization reflecting upon the mirror of atma. Then we both entered in there. With speed of light like space ship our will carpet flew. We traveled all the space and reached her abode. "Hello husband, look who has come in your home today. Wake up, get up and welcome your guest. Great men are pleased only by respect and modest feelings." She said. He was the Bramhaa of this universe. He awoke from the Mystic trance of deep meditation. His prana entered in his nerves and as tree becomes green in spring, similarly all his ten senses and four thinking principles slowly rose and stationed in prana. Then he opened his eyes and pronounced AUM..... prolonged and loud, and sat upon his shining throne. Then great music echoed and great ministers of his planet came and offered their obeisances, hymns of the Vedas were sung. Then he looked at me and said, "Hello great sage, come please be seated near me." He offered me a gorgeous seat. I sat. "You are the ocean of great knowledge. May I know the purpose of your arrival?" "This beautiful lady you promised to marry her long since and she is still awaiting for you with great vow of chastity and love for you. So much so intense has been her awaiting that now it has transformed into great dispassion from everything, yet she is still waiting for your acceptance. Could you please marry her now?" "Dear sage, the first I am-ness which vibrated in Bramha, that is me. That is why my name too is Bramhaa ji. I am the first premordial ego. Seer and will are my nature. She is my power of passion. In order to create such a vast universe and run the creation for billions of years strong, passionate will is compulsory. So she is the one, my energy and passionate will. "The goddess of my will is Bramhasakti. That is pure. But now the maryada, the expiry of creation is over. My one hundred years of life time is going to be over. The punyas which I performed in Bharat to become Bramha are
over. That is why my days of ultimate enlightenment are coming closer and closer. Soon final dissolution will take place and I will be back to Bramha. I am preparing for that. That is why I dropped my interest in passionate will. And she felt abandoned. It is she whom I created before the vast creation. But now it is all over. She is too dispassionate. So now approached you. Great sage, world creation, universe is nothing but frolics of will, display of desire. It rises and expands in the form of I, you, your and mine of these waves. As in the ocean waves rise high, resound and submerge, same way is our union, visitings and conversations. Dear sage, neither anyone, anything has ever born created or destroyed submerged. World as it is is Bramha. Senses, mind, intellect too are same Bramha. "This rock in which you see our universe is only intense consciousness. In your universe this is rock but we are solid consciousness. Conscious sky has assumed the form of this rock. As in the dream entire world looks as if in awake it looks this is bodha. This is experience. Perceptions sparkling from this shines as world. Your world and this stone both are your consciousness. As in dream wheel of planets keep rotating and shining, same way sun, moon, hill, river, forest resemble out of illusion. Nothing has ever made nor created, nor will be created. Ocean of Pure Self is swelling in waves and tides and ebbs. "It is due to will world is appearing as perfumes emanating from lotus. But neither world is ever made nor it will be. Because there is neither will nor dissolution. Bramhaa is established in Bramha in its satchidanand nature. Just as sky in sky, ocean in ocean is established in themselves so is Bramha in Bramha ever established. "Dear sage, please go back to your creation. If you delay you may also be flown into Bramha before time. Because a great current, a hurricane of submergence is beginning." Saying thus, Bramhaa ji of that creation sat in lotus pose, eyes closed pronouncing aloud AUM, turned into a burning flame of submergence. His wife also seated in similar lotus pose merged herself into the decision of her husband. Like a paralysis, deadness and decay entered in the earth, water, fire, air and ether. Waters swelled in sky mountains dancing up in the sky. Planets crashed and struck with each other and broke in pieces. They were all in Bramha's sankalpa (will) now, as soon as he began to withdraw dissolution swept in. Just as ripe fruit begins to fall when an ape shakes the tree, planets and deities of elements and gods began to fall. Mount Meru cracked, fell and scattered along with the earth.
"Bramhaa was sankalpa (will) of the virat (cosmic). World was his body. Please tell us what limbs of him were earth, subterranean and the heaven. Will is abstract. How will becomes limbs? World is so solid and separate from each other. How are these Bramhaa's limbs?" "Dear ministers," Pure Bramha existed before. In Bramha world was neither truth nor false only atmahood established in itself as sky in the sky. In that Self ego vibrated, sensitized into alien feeling of duality. This then identified with sight. By perceiving the object, decision occured, that is how came intellect. When it moved into several thoughts, mind popped up. By repeated, increasing sensitizing of mind towards outer objects world expanded. Body popped up. Egohood in the pure Self is what is called as Bramhaa ji. By the energy of his passionate will the Bramhand (cosmic egg) popped up. Bramhaa ji is the virat of the world of his will. But will is abstract exactly as you said. All abstract is spacious. In dream whatever appears are all empty sky. But due to sleep-caused thick headedness it appears solid and concrete. But atma remains as it is, has been and will be. O ministers, the ego which vibrated before is false. Solidifed due to mere identification and illusion. Due to intensity of will it appears as true and valid. But truly it is as gandharvanagar, fantasy island. If you take up this description of world and meditate on it your passion will minimize day by day. Shine of light of atma will spread. Then as it was before same illuminates -- Bramha established in Bramha. Do whatever you want to but do not wish, do not hanker, do not crave. Stay established in supreme silence. "Holy Sire, please tell us now how illusion is born and how it is experienced?" Whatever animate and inanimate world you see conditioned by time and space. When it is destroyed is called great dissolution. Even Shiva, Vishnu, Devi, Bramhaaji, Indra, Manu, all are merged in indivisible. Only pure, beginningless Bramha remains in which even sky is too thick. If sky is Mount Meru nature is mustard seed. If that is Mount Meru thought is the mustard seed. And thought and speech cannot reach Bramha. All world of thought, speech and action are like seeing one's own death in one's dream. Where this scene is seen is called place. When it is seen is called time. Whatever is felt and from that movement of senses popped up, that is action. The urge of perception running to see the passage is known as eyes.
Same way all the ten urges have their outlets making them senses of actions. In fact whatever is seen, touched, smelt, tasted and heard are just emptiness. Perceiver too are just emptiness. As sky seeing, hearing, touching, making love to sky. But due to will energy everything goes on being knit and woven and spread out. Then you saw body and senses. Then their union with objects and you saw mind vibrated, decision became intellect and notion came as I am doer and this strengthened ego. When ego and conscious atom combined time space bound condition began. Then you felt I am sitting in USA, at night, I am writing a book. Thus ego came up. First vibration uniting with chidanu (conscious atom) astral body came up then there arose physical body. All the way from ego to the last edge of the universe. From first day of creation til the end of Bramhaa ji's life are taking place in dream. Due to lethargy, due to sleepiness, due to inactive inefficiency in life of spiritual experience. This entire range of world and history are not equal to even a single atom of waking in Bramha. Because no matter how vast, dream never occupies any space of waking state. All the three universes: Bhu, Bhuvah and Svah are inhabited in one chidanu, is too much. It is not equal to even a smallest neutron particle of consciousness. Take a scale of discretion and weigh the truthfulness of abramhabhuvana-llokah with Self-experience of single moment. World and Virat are nondifferent. They are too light. As you see yourself in dream as huge mountain, same way you see yourself as Virat. Air moves and air stills. Mind moves and stills. Bramha remains the same. All the earth is his flesh, ocean blood, rivers nerves, directions chest, stars pores, mountains fingers, sun is pitta heat in body, moon is kaph liquid, air is vital air. Universe has physical form, Bramhaaji's heart and emotion flows as will of Bramhaaji although nothing ever happened. Worlds go on and on and on. So the first Virat is Bramha. That is imperishable and eternal. Cosmic egg bramhand is his small body. This small body is the body of Bramhaaji. "Holy Sire, just a minute. If the world is the body of Bramhaaji how he then lives in his planet Bramhalok? And in his own body how he sits as separate and distinct?" "Dear Rama," what is the problem in understanding it? If you sit eyes closed and meditate on yourself seated on top of your head upon one thousand petaled plexus. It is just like this. Whole cosmic universe is his body but he keeps his one statue in top high planet. On top of Mount Meru and elsewhere, wherever he wills to manifest. Soul too is like him. You are Virat of your dream world yet your real you is there where your body is resting upon your bed. But
regular men and women cannot distinguish. Cannot see due to lethargy. Bramhaaji is not that lethargic, at least he sees the world as his body. "Dear Rama," Angels, siddhas and sages live in his navel. Ghosts, goblins and spirits are stools of that Virat. Bramhalok is his mouth. Humans, animals and birds are his pores. Unmanifest and manifest both are inner and outer body of Virat. As no difference exists in sky as inner outer, same way no difference exists in between cosmic Virat and the Self, atma. As moving air or still air have no difference same way there is no difference between Virat and atma. As walking and standing both are forms of air manifest and unmanifest both are body of Virat. This is how, Rama, world is never born yet desire born always. As water in sunrays. ____________________________ NOTE: Gandharvas are considered as the best class among the celestials, excepting the devarishis. They are sky-walkers and roam throughout from planet to planet. They are very adventurous, truthful, always beautiful, young, wearing thick flower garlands. By birth they possess the eight siddhis, super-natural powers of anima, mahima, laghima, gutika, anjan, etc. They can appear and disappear at will; they live within the deep, silent oceans, or on the picturesque mountain peaks. Himalayan valleys are their old residences and Lord Shiva their Lord. Subel, Mahendra, Vindhya and Pariyatra are some more of their favorite places. They enjoy music, dance, use of saffron, musk perfume, red silk clothes, reddish golden ornaments. Their wives too are very beautiful. In order to know the details please study our following literature: Kidnapping God, Lord of Love and Lord of Beauty.