The Plan~~A Novel by Tinaheals

 

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Rajani and the twins moved from their gigantic ancestral home to a modest apartment,

He continued working, but had lost interest. Only two clients remained with him, the rest hired his son who now also usurped his office. So with a very modest salary he began to educate and care for his granddaughters. He became father and mother, friend and teacher; he became their anchor in the stormy sea of life.

It would be time for weekly nail cutting, ear cleaning, hair oiling sessions; amidst squeals and protests, he would pacify them singing, shohe na, shohe na, kande poranooo with dramatic eye movements and wild gestures, especially when they tried to tell him to stop, that had them rolling on the floor laughing.

Slowly but surely, the trio began to put the past behind them and move on. The girls taught him to laugh again, to live again; life had given him a second chance to bring up his two girls again, he just wished Sita could experience this life with him.
He took them to Benaras, BodhGaya, Hrishikesh and Haridwar; they went to so many places in their country, even remote ones where tourists don’t usually set foot.
They’d be lost in the world of Hanuman as he destroyed Lanka, they’d be crying as Ravana abducted Sita, they’d be deeply moved when Karna would be going to battle against Arjuna knowing he’d lose, they’d be fuming with anger when Duryodhana insulted Panchali and time would fly as dadu would read to them the Ramayana, the Mahabharata, the Bhagvadgita and other sacred texts. The way he could tell the story, the simplicity, yet, the profundity in them, deeply touched the girls. Even while imparting knowledge from the Upanishads, he tried to make it as palatable as possible for the children, tell me how do you explain Tat Tvam Asi to seven year olds, yet not only did he try, it’d be fair to say, he succeeded too.

He could see his daughter Mita in the girls, different attributes of her visible in each girl.

He loved Nina’s poetry, she had rawness to her emotions, something primordial to the way she described reality even in that young age; surely poetry was to be her meditation and so it was.

The chotto ektakar shingara and the radhaballi,

Breathing furiously.

Inhabiting my Sundays, my frenemies.

She’d written this haiku, barely aged seven and it made him laugh. She’d captured something of Kolkata in those lines; she’d grabbed a slice of their times together as they strolled down Sarat Bose Road on sultry lazy Sundays.

It’s absolutely true that nowhere except Kolkata do you get that tiny shingara or samosa for one rupee, it has peas in it and the Bongs cannot have enough of it. And what of the Radhabollobi? Try it, you’ll see. You may get acidity, but it’ll be worth it, vouches every Bengali.

Rajani loved these girls like he had loved their mother, but being a very enlightened soul he treated them all alike, even Arunava, but at times he was left wondering as to where he went wrong with that one. But Mita was his pet; he had a special soft corner in his heart for his eldest.

None had his spiritual depth except Mita and this bonded them immensely, every time he saw her, his heart wanted to embrace her. Khuku, he called her, his little girl and she was so much like him.

“Aye khuku aye…” he would play this song in the gramophone and Hemanta’s voice would flood the house.

She had his striking peaches and cream skin and almond shaped eyes like the goddess Durga, with abundant tresses swimming down to her knees and an hour-glass body which was as ageless as Time itself and looked like some Kumartuli’s sculptor was sculpting Maa Durga from clay. Shakkhat Maa Durga, people would comment.

Yes, she was breathtaking! Her intellect was sharp; she was thoughtful, critically questioning and deeply analytical. Many an afternoon was spent in discussing literature, philosophy, poetry and the scriptures of all religions. Her father enjoyed immensely the display of perspicacity while she explained some particular issue, idea or philosophy, her face shining red with passion and emotion. What radiance! Then she fell in love with Shubho at Scottish Church English honours class.
It was an exam. John Osborne’s play, “Look Back in Anger”, was the monster in question and 100 marks were at stake. Mita had not studied this play and her paper sat blank. She spotted Shubho in front scribbling away with immense concentration. She poked him a few times. He looked back and couldn’t take his eyes off her. In a state of suspended bliss, he handed her the paper. She took it with a squeal of laughter which thrilled him to the bone, and began to rewrite it in her words.
Now let’s fast forward, SHUBHO and MITA are married in Kartik purnima, the full moon beckoned a life of abundance and plenitude for them.

As Mita adorns Shubho’s neck with the baramala and the shubhodristi happens where they gaze into each other’s eyes, it’s like a dejavu. The breeze outside caresses his hair while he stands there looking at her, she’s carried on a piri by her brothers, uncles and cousins and her eyes are between two paan leaves and in that moment they both knew that no matter what life would bring it would be worth nothing without the other.

Mita gets pregnant which turns out to be pretty complicated with twins sharing the same amniotic sac and placenta, throughout the seven and a half months, she’s under strict supervision and spends much of her time reading, writing and talking to her daughters. During the course of her seven month pregnancy she almost dies twice and the lives of the twins are threatened, but she manages to trick fate into submission.

These girls, they had to see the sky wearing the bright blue cloak of a spring day, they had to experience the rain on their faces, caressing sometimes or slapping away, soft some days and as pokey as thorns on others. They had to see the cheetah run, they had to eat tangra macher jhol, oh, life in its complexity and multitudes had to be experienced by them, she thought.
Karma my dear friends had other plans. Mita and Shubho die tragically young, leaving behind only Rajani to take care of the twins. Their disappearance happened in Kedarnath temple during an annual pilgrimage they always undertook.
Rajani had to don the parent costume once again, this time for Nina and Zeenia and he was determined to play the role to perfection this time. As perfect as it could be! So now to get back to the story. Dadu is what Nina calls Rajani, the Bengali appellation for grandfather.
As she sits in front of this dead body, she thinks of her dadu. He would know what to do; he always knew what to do. Such were Nina’s thoughts. Delusion arises from anger, Dadu told her one day as she was furious with Joida, the Oriya driver who had not given her a minute to stand and chat with her friends after her Rabindra-sangeet class at Dakshini, to top it off he had the gall to speak rudely in front of them.

The dominoes fell,

The words like torrents

It was inevitable.

She’d written this haiku she remembered for the occasion.

Joida loved her as his own daughter and that was the excuse for the harsh treatment. She had almost wanted to slap Joida. But Dadu intervened. “Little one your mind is bewildered by delusion. You think that Joi is being pushy, but actually he is just trying to protect you. See, you lost your reasoning as your mind was bewildered…and one falls down, when reasoning is destroyed.” Dadu fell on the floor dramatically.
That made Nina smile even in her malaise as she sat in limbo, with dried blood on her hands. She deliberated with the thought of saying, “Out, damned spot,” but then decided against it. The dead body just lay there. Her hallucinations where he wakes up as some terrible ZOMBIE in a B-Grade film and chews her down bone by bone is funny, she observes. I can have funny thoughts, even in this scenario.
Then she notices that there were many parts of her, or no, there are many Nina’s inside of her, ambiguous and confused, each thinking that random thought while observing the others and then she notices that there is a Nina who’s also observing, but she has no thought as the others did, no opinion. She just watches. Not for the first time Nina could distinctly hear the separate voices- how diverge, how contradictory, how ironic were they, but this time there was a force to them that was lacking in the past. She tries to swallow, but her tongue sticks to her insides, parched and dry, it desperately needs some water.
The young housekeeping attendant is right outside Nina’s room and would have turned away, but a trickle of blood manages to seep outside. The attendant examines it carefully, and then thinks of what to do. Should he go and inform his supervisor? No he decides against it and taking a master key from his supply trolley, he puts it in the key hole and turns it.

The scene which greets his eyes chills him to the bone and a blood curdling scream escapes his lips shattering the quiet of the early morn. He looks ridiculous, scared out of his wits, barely coherent in his thoughts, he looked like a two year old who had seen a ghost in a Paranormal series on telly.
It’s Nina who surprises me. She didn’t even bat an eyelid at the shrill shriek. She just sits there, stares at her abyss. What did she see?? The abyss staring back??

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Shiva

Shiva, you are in me and I in You.

There is no separation my Beloved.

For if you do not exist, then how do I?

And if I don’t Observe, then how do you Play?

Who is this Shiva and who the Observer/Pilgrim?

Shiva, exhausted I wait for atonement!

Is there possibility of me merging in your third eye?

The fire of my Union with you smoulders in me.

Do not ridicule me for I am unworthy!

Do not keep me waiting forever!

My being is distraught without you.

No calm, no serenity, no peace.

The dark of the night is my companion.

As I wait for you to arrive today.

I waited yesterday and day before.

I waited through aeons and eternities.

I waited for you only to know…

You were never gone.

You were right beside me my Shiva.

Lost and bewildered in this illusory reality,

I hunt tireless for Truth.

Truth? What truth? The truth of existence?

But what is that concept?

Trust is not a concept, it is a state of being.

For if everything else fails,

It will guide me back to you.

For Truth is You.

The banlingam glistens in my hands,

As I twirl it in my hands, I can see the deep space.

The Universe and its galaxies visible.

I know that you can never be confined in a stone,

Or be depicted in an anthropomorphic form.

I know human words can never be adequate enough to express You.

For how can a word encompass all EXPERIENCE?

How can we describe everything that is and is not?

Everything that can be and has ever been?

Stuck in this human body, frustration and disappointments become key elements.

This body feels heavy Shiva and the pain of the world bogs me down.

But…

In a moment things can change!

Great awareness seeps into my consciousness.

Awareness that You and I are ONE.

Awareness that everything living and non living is ONE.

Your narrative is this Manvantara Shiva,

Express yourself through your creations.

Us, animals, plants, galaxies, nebula and everything.

Shiva, you are the dance of death.

Shiva you are Krishna’s flute.

Shiva you are a true feminist and lover.

You are Kali’s active principle bringing existence into being through sacred sex.

Dualistic minds chatter, depression, anxiety and banter.

Shiva you still this disturbance.

Shiva you throw caution to the winds and dance.

Dance the tandav…

A saga of self expression and torment.

A saga of doing away with the old and let the new take shape.

Shiva you are the voice of revolution and the axe of oppression.

Shiva you are WHOLE and so am I.

I am whole…to love, to HEAL.

With your love, I feel charged.

My whole being vibrates as if I have ingested some psychedelic substance.

But it is your energy that brings me to this ecstatic awareness.

Of love and union. Of bliss and surrender.

You are the breath in me and I sense you the most by my breathing.

You caress me and soothe the pain away.

Karmic baggage that I have been carrying.

Scared to let go Shiva. But I lay them down at your feet.

You are the atonement. You are the punishment.

There is no end to this love and no answer to existence

BUT LOVE!baba-bhole-nath-shiv-sankar-mahadev-smoking-chillam-of-weeds-bhang-or-ganja-hd-wallpapers

Solar Flare Activity

NOAA forecasters estimate a 40% chance of polar geomagnetic storms on Jan. 28th when a stream of fast-moving solar wind is expected to hit Earth’s magnetic field. Arctic sky watchers should be alert for auroras this weekend…SPACE WEATHER

The Sun is a conscious BEING! It is possible to harness the power of the Sun, not in the limited sense Scientists understand. But in a more profound manner. Yogis have been known to harness the INFINITE POWER of the Sun. In fact, in Tibet, in a spiritual place called Gyanganj, there are yogis and occultists who know how to create things harnessing the solar rays.

They know the way to manifest through their MIND-POWER or ICCHASHAKTI and they create whatever they wish to, by projecting solar rays through some type of lens onto normal cotton. Yes true alchemy. But then these yogis of Gyanganj are very high level adepts and have learnt the secrets of space and time.

SOLAR SCIENCE or SURYAVIGYAN is taught to aspiring neophytes. Paramhamsa Vishuddhanada, one of the highest adepts had spoken about this Scientific discipline. The lens is made of CRYSTAL!! We know crystals are ALIVE!

In fact, number 1 of the 7 Hermetic Laws is this: Hermetic Law of Mind; all is mind & everything is energy. That’s the very point I’m trying to drive home here. I feel that studying crystals along with their geometry is the key to understanding the science of the cosmos! Of EVERYTHING! …HIBISCUS MOON

Both Eastern and Western Metaphysics have pointed to the fact that everything is ENERGY which reminds me of Tesla’s iconic quote. “If you want to understand the Universe, think in terms of ENERGY, FREQUENCY, VIBRATION! And what do we know of ENERGY?

In physics, energy is a property whose form can be converted, and whose quantity is transferred by work or heating, thus constituting a capacity limit on work or heat. In Newtonian physics, there is a universal law of conservation of energy which says that energy can be neither created nor be destroyed; however, it can change from one form to another.WIKIPEDIA

So energy is ever transforming! Scientists have proven that CONSCIOUSNESS migrates to another dimension/universe after DEATH! So there is no annihilation of consciousness. It is a FOREVER CONTINUITY!

Therefor it makes perfect sense to call a QUARTZ CRYSTAL, a living breathing being. These lenses they use for Solar Alchemy is CRYSTAL! It is made in Tibet, in esoteric hermitages. These lenses differ greatly in size and shape. I have read that such lenses are not available anywhere else.

The Great White Brotherhood and its many offshoots are the only ones who work with these lenses. Yes it should be wielded by a Yogi for its proper usage, but by itself it is also magical. So a common person can use these lenses, but who knows what they will create? Their MIND is chaotic and cannot muster such amounts of ICCHASHAKTI or occult willpower.

It could potentially be dangerous if a war mongering culture got a hold of these crystals. For if they are pointed at the right trajectory at the Sun, they can be as powerful as a mini Sun! So Tesla’s DEATH RAY could have been based on such tech. But ancient Tibetan, Nepalese and Indian yogis are very capable of using these lenses. Their MIND POWER can create UNIVERSES!

I am translating these bits from a Bengali book called Vishuddhabani and in it there are numerous writings from different disciples who have written about Gyanganj, about Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda and Solar Science.

Swami Vishud­dhanandji (d. 1937)(sometimes spelled: Vishud­dhananda, Vishud­hanan­daa; aka: Gandha Baba, Perfume Saint), well-known for his super­nat­ural pow­ers and said to be an adept associated with the mys­te­ri­ous Gyan­ganj (Jnana­ganj) hermitage somewhere in Tibet —a secret place of great masters — demonstrated this 11cef160933a4f0f49ee22a39b8d0c1epractice in Varanasi and proved that it is not a myth…SWAMI RAMA

My grandfather was his disciple and spent much time with him. My father has a lot of his stories that he keeps feeding me from time to time. My grandfather has witnessed his Guru transform flowers into precious gemstones!

These Beings harness these SOLAR FLARES, sometimes even cause them. To create, to distribute, to balance! Who knows? Who can tell? These things are so out there that it becomes difficult to tag and label them, put them away in a neat and clean storage area! As if!!!

Getting back to Tesla, he knew that the Sun could provide enough energy to power the whole of Earth. He wanted to give humans free tech, electricity and what fucking not! But nope! Lovely humans like J.P.Morgan would make sure Edison gets to be in HIS-STORY! Enough already with the free shit.

Seriously, we don’t need to work and be wage slaves. We need not worry about survival as ABUNDANCE is our true nature, like the SUN. But we are not tapping into our full potential, like we are trying to do with the Sun.

These flares herald great activity flux, up in the heavens and below, on Earth. This comes often as a jolt of energy which could turn violent. Mars is also making his foray into Aries. The lower vibrations of this transit can be quarrels, fights, disagreements, violence, bloodshed. This solar flare could really heat things up and the new moon is the next day!

A NEW MOON in AQUARIUS! Reset our COMMUNITY LIFE!

Let me know whether you feel the Solar pulse or not? Are you connected to the rhythm of the Sun? My heart beats in sync with the Sun, being both my Sun and Ascendant. Even my Vedic Lagna is SIMHA or the LEO/LION. So I am very, very, very entangled with the Sun and feel his movements very strongly. Do you?

A hole in the sun’s atmosphere is directly facing Earth, and it is spewing a stream of solar wind in our direction. This is a “coronal hole” (CH)–a region in the sun’s atmosphere where the magnetic field opens up and allows solar wind to escape. The emerging stream of gas should reach Earth on Jan. 27th or 28th and influence our planet for 2 to 3 days. ..SPACE WEATHER

What do you think is this STREAM OF SOLAR WIND??? This is pure SOLAR ENERGY coming at us at high speeds. The AURORAS will surely sizzle! What are the yogis and occultists of Gyanganj doing with all this SOLAR ENERGY? Are they harnessing it? When will we truly realise the SUN’S full potential? Hopefully soon…

Venus Retrograde 2017

Venus is a very interesting planet. It is perhaps the most closely connected with the earth in a number of ways; and it has been said that wherever Venus goes, there goes the earth also, and vice versa. As phrased in The Secret Doctrine (II,30-1):Venus is the most occult, powerful, and mysterious of all the planets; the one whose influence upon, and relation to the Earth is most prominent. . . According to the Occult Doctrine, this planet is our Earth’s primary, and its spiritual prototype. . . .“Every sin committed on Earth is felt by Usanas-Sukra. The Guru of the Daityas is the Guardian Spirit of the Earth and Men. Every change on Sukra is felt on, and reflected by, the Earth.”…HPB

The Planet Venus has been given many names throughout history. It has been called the evening and the morning star, the dawn star, Eosphorus, Hesperus and Lucifer. It is the planet closest to Earth and has been called Earth’s sister planet, even her twin. It is easily seen in the sky in the evening and morning and is the brightest “star” in the heavens. It was second only to the sun and the moon in significance by the reckoning of many ancient cultures.

Sumerian hymn to Innana addressing the planet Venus: ‘To her who appears in the sky, to her who appears in the sky, I want to address my greeting, to the hierodule who appears in the sky, I want to address my greeting, to the great queen of heaven, Inanna, I want to address my greeting, to her who fills the sky with her pure blaze, to the luminous one, to Inanna, as bright as the sun, to the great queen of heaven.”

“Venus is the power that we invoke in spring, in the garden, when things begin growing. And we call the evening star Venus.” Ursula K. Le Guin

In Roman mythology, Venus was the goddess of love, sex, beauty, and fertility. She was the Roman counterpart to the Greek Aphrodite. However, Roman Venus had many abilities beyond the Greek Aphrodite; she was a goddess of victory, fertility, and even prostitution. In Chinese astrology, Venus is associated with the element metal (or gold), which is unyielding, strong and persistent. In Indian astrology, Venus is known as Shukra and represents wealth, pleasure and reproduction.

Venus is such a close connection, it is actually the second brightest object in the sky and is symbolic of tempestuous passions she could stir up in the heart’s of the Gods. I have my Venus in Virgo. However, my attention to for “little details” is appalling. Virgo freakishness of combing through every fucking thing with a tiny comb. No. I don’t do that.

I am here to discuss Venus, invoke her powers of HARMONY, BEAUTY, BALANCE and discuss her journey in 2017. I will discuss how we can awaken Venutian energies with stones, meditation and switch words. Identification, love, empathy are keywords of this energy. Friday is Venus’ day.

What is Venus Retrograde? Occasionally, Venus appears to be moving backwards in the sky. “Appears” is the key word here, because, technically speaking, no planet actually moves backwards in their orbits around the Sun. In fact, they don’t even slow down. Retrograde-station-direct cycles are essentially illusions that result from our point of view from Earth, simply because the Earth is also orbiting the Sun at a different speed than the other planets. Venus is Retrograde approximately 40-43 days every 18 months. CAFE ASTROLOGY

Venus retrograde 2017 lasts from March 5 to April 15 and spans 13º Aries to 26º Pisces. What a mix- Aries and Pisces! A volatile combo if the MALE and FEMALE!!!

Now while gazing at this chart, I was stunned to see how sexually energised this station is! Celestial orbs and our human bodies dosed on hormones are going all out on this passionate sexcapade. Uranus and Eris will be triggered by Jupiter in diplomatic Libra.

A stellium is formed and its fiery as it takes place in Aries. Venus is separated from her lover and she likes it not. The last ten days are the most active with these energies. Aries/Libra is activated. Venus is about to embrace Mars but then she retreats back into Pisces. Mysterious, occult Pisces.

What is this retrograde going to teach us collectively?

I feel there will be a certain female figure who will come into prominence. There could be a sex-related scandal as Venus metamorphoses from evening to morning star.

Things heat up as Venus moves closer to the Sun and with her transformation from evening to morning star. But will the Sun devour Venus in the process? 25th could be a day you can get creative solutions to lingering problems.

Venus does have a lot to face in her quest till she becomes Lucifer or the morning star.

Lucifer means lightbringer, from the Latin lux “light” and ferre “to bear or bring.” The word Lucifer is found in only one place in the Bible — Isaiah 14:12 — but only in the King James and related versions: “How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! . . .”  In other translations we find: “O shining star of the dawn!” (Moffatt) or “O morning-star, son of the dawn!” (Hebrew Bible). The King James Version is based on the Vulgate, the Latin translation of Jerome. Jerome translated the Hebrew helel (bright or brilliant one) as “lucifer,” which was a reasonable Latin equivalent. And yet it is this lucifer, the bright one or lightbearer, that came to be understood by so many as the name for Satan, Lord of Darkness…HPB

But before either the Old or New Testament, Venus was known as the “Morning Star.”  Plato, who is thought to have been born in 428 b.c.e. and therefore predates the New Testament and some of the rewrites of the Old Testament, wrote in his work called Timaeus:
Time, then, and the heaven came into being at the same instant in order that, having been created together, if ever there was to be a dissolution of them, they might be dissolved together. It was framed after the pattern of the eternal nature, that it might resemble this as far as was possible; for the pattern exists from eternity, and the created heaven has been, and is, and will be, in all time. Such was the mind and thought of God in the creation of time. The sun and moon and five other stars, which are called the planets, were created by him in order to distinguish and preserve the numbers of time; and when he had made their several bodies, he placed them in the orbits in which the circle of the other was revolving — in seven orbits seven stars. First, there was the moon in the orbit nearest the earth, and next the sun, in the second orbit above the earth; then came the morning star and the star sacred to Hermes, moving in orbits which have an equal swiftness with the sun, but in an opposite direction; and this is the reason why the sun and Hermes and Lucifer overtake and are overtaken by each other.

Plato clearly here is speaking of Lucifer as being the actual planet Venus, with Hermes as being the planet Mercury, “moving in orbits which have an equal swiftness with the Sun.”  It appears that the misogyny of the early Solar cults and the later Roman church might have had a part to play in linking the feminine Venus with Satan.

When Venus is in retrograde, one may be attracted to unattainable love. There may be covert rompings and juicy sexcapades. Be aware!

Venus will be squaring Saturn. This day will be very difficult to express ourselves. Express our loves.

Pisces decan 3 can make indulgent Venus debauched enough already, but now she is in her Lucifer phase AND square Saturn. This will bring out Venus’s dark, treacherous side, the Babylonian goddess of war Ishtar!! Here ‘sex’ and ‘conflict’ will be addressed one way or another. It could be through the catharsis of creative art or it can be through falling into the trap of seduction and indolence. Pisces tends to be a quite courtly sign, swooning and romantic but not with a particularly high libido….Darkstar Astrology

To end this dance and period of romantic and aesthetic introspection, Venus goes direct on Apr 14th.

I know lot of astrologers recommend not to have a love affair or buy luxury goods during Venus retro, but I personally think, it is entirely upto your intuition. Some of my projects have been birthed in Mars and Merc retro. Venus retro is also remarkable if you can channel this deeply feminine energy.

Venus is the harmonising influence of the Fifth Ray, which serves to blend and fuse opposites into greater creative wholes. Venus always gives the potential for greater evolution, development, and abundance of spiritual potential to any planet that she touches. Naturally, when such contact is by a difficult aspect, these benefits may be a bit harder to achieve, but the potential for victory is there…ALICE BAILLEY, ESOTERIC ASTROLOGY

There will be TEMPTATION! Venus is virginal in the first phase of retrogradation. Resist the urge to get back with an ex you don’t need. Sexual pull may tug at your heart, but again, use your powers of judgement.

However, if you wish to channel in Venus’ attraction, I could suggest a SWITCHWORD very effective during this retro time. This will make you appear irresistible to members of the opposite sex. VENUS-HOLE-CURVE-BRING-AMAZING-PRAISE-PERFECT-HOLIDAY-GIVE-TAKE. Chant this mantra constantly and watch MAGICK happen!

In medicine Venus is associated with the lumbar region, the veins, parathyroids, throat and kidneys. During the retro scene, it is best to take care of afflictions resulting from these internal organs. Meditation and yoga which addresses such issues will be beneficial like Paripurna Navasana(Boat pose), Baddha Konasana(bound angle pose), Bhujangasana and others. If you want a detailed list of asanas that will work for you, ping meVenus Giclee on Canvas by artist Michael Parkes

ROSE QUARTZ MEDITATION will be extremely helpful. You could wear it as a pendant or do a ritual with it. Even Jade, emerald, turquoise are helpful and in certain cases where grounding is required, go for Tourmaline. Make sure they are energised.

In the Jewish Cabbala, Venus is the seventh sphere: Victory or Netzach. This forms part of the lowest triad of spheres, together with Hôd (Mercury) and Yesôd (the Moon). Dion Fortune called this the astral triad, the domain of magic where the power of Netzach is shaped by Hôd and manifested in Yesôd. Situated at the base of the pillar of action, Netzach manifests the creative power in emotion and instinct, and all human creativity, both sexual and imaginative The latter includes the arts, and also the god-forms of polytheism, created by man in his own image, yet nevertheless reflecting something of the nature of the universe. Both desire and imagination are to some extent superficial. The term glamour originally meant a magic illusion cast upon something, and the victory of Netzach involves triumphing over the glamour of its outer manifestations to reach that which they symbolise. An ancient text calls Netzach the Hidden Intelligence, “because its brilliant outpouring is received by those spiritual virtues which are seen, in the ecstasy of faith, only by the initiated”.

Animals associated with Venus include the sparrow, dove and swan, so if you’re looking at ANIMAL SHAMANISM and channelling, then you can call upon them to solve your issues.

SPARROW TOTEM: In addition to inspiring us to love ourselves, the sparrow spirit guide also symbolises other joyful and caring qualities, such as creativity, community, friendliness, and the importance of simplicity.

The Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite (Venus in Roman mythology) is often depicted holding a dove in her hand or surrounded by a flock of white doves. Aphrodite’s seven daughters were called a “flock of doves”. Kamadeva, the Hindu god of love is known to ride a dove. The Dove is also a SYMBOL OF PURITY. This totem could help you channel some of that pristine purity.

The Swan is also a symbol of PURE SPIRIT. In India, it is of utmost value and Paramahamsa (परमाहंस), also spelled paramahansa or paramhansa, is a Sanskrit religio-theological title of honour applied to Hindu spiritual teachers who are regarded as having attained enlightenment. The title literally means “supreme swan,” and symbolises spiritual discrimination. You can call upon the totem of the swan to give you healing and spiritual transformation.

Working with colours during this time is also amazing- green, sky blue, rose, white…wear and use these. If you want a more detailed and tailored meditation, contact me. Use incense of course- cherry, vanilla, almond, apricot, sandalwood.

Venus is farther along in the number of rounds run through in this solar manvantara than the earth, and therefore is more advanced in this sense; but the planetary spirit of earth is nevertheless spiritually more advanced because older in number of cosmic manvantaras…HPB

INTRODUCTION ON CHANNELLING ISHTAR

Bigger than the mountains am I,

The Empress of the gods am I

The Queen of heaven am I

The earth’s mistress am I.

(translation of an old Babylonian text)

This is a special channelling session for I am summoning Ishtar as I do my Ishta Devi. I am integrating Ishtar’s energy into the Dasamahavidya. Kali, Tara, Shodoshi, Bhubaneshwari, Bhairavi, Chinnamasta, Dhumavati, Balaga, Matangi, Kamala, the ten energies of the Mulaprakriti.

The solitary ray dropping into the mother deep may be taken as meaning Divine Thought or Intelligence, impregnating chaos. This, however, occurs on the plane of metaphysical abstraction, or rather the plane whereon that which we call a metaphysical abstraction is a reality. The Virgin-egg being in one sense abstract Egg-ness, or the power of becoming developed through fecundation, is eternal and for ever the same. And just as the fecundation of an egg takes place before it is dropped; so the non-eternal periodical germ which becomes later in symbolism the mundane egg, contains in itself, when it emerges from the said symbol, “the promise and potency” of all the Universe. Though the idea per se is, of course, an abstraction, a symbolical mode of expression, it is a symbol truly, as it suggests the idea of infinity as an endless circle. It brings before the mind’s eye the picture of Kosmos emerging from and in boundless space, a Universe as shoreless in magnitude if not as endless in its objective manifestation…HPB

The Cosmic Yoni is the concretisation of these Mahavidyas. My tantric diksha took place a few years ago as I was given my mantras by my tantric guru. Great man who helped shape my spiritual journey along with a few other SPIRITUAL GUIDES I have like MAHAVATAR BABAJI and the sages of GYANGANJ.

I am calling upon Ishtar, today through the Kali yantra. I have solar motifs. Crystals, incense and the works.

Let me begin by telling you about my attraction to Ishtar. The books of Zachariah Sitchin popped into my hands before I hit my teens. Those theories fascinated me and got me looking into most of the truther stuff of the later years. Ishtar was introduced to me.

My tireless, never-ending research began…and as I delved more into her, I felt like I was being pulled into whirlpool of energy. Something familiar. Something known and loved. Her affiliation to the animal kingdom and her being who she is and what she stands for makes me want to know her. The wisdom in her COSMIC YONI!! And I totally believed Ishtar/Innana to be one of the aliens who created and ruled over humanity.

Okay I was troubled about the fact that we humans needed to be ruled over and that they created hybrids who would be the masters of the human populace, the veil was lifted and I smelled colonialism and its toxicity all over again. But that did not keep me from Ishtar. In fact my interest in her got deeper.

By the time I was completing my college, I had written a play on Ishtar with mixed media. I was thinking AR/VR prototypes then! Funny how the cosmic MIND imprints you with ideas, thoughts, suggestions…

This play was called THE JOURNEY OF ISHTAR and it charted her descent into the Netherworld. Her journey through the netherworld became an allegory for my life. I began to see patterns unfold. Of the same pain and shame Ishtar went through. Her nakedness became a metaphor for the ABSTRACT DARK SPACE or ULTIMATE REALITY I was calling out to Ishtar, the light bringer. The fact that her reign was not characterised by that of a consort attracted me. DUMUZI, her man literally lost his life and penis after she fixed with death’s gaze…hahahaha! What’s with men and their cocks?4585746524_328x443

All through HIS-STORY we see women little more than objects or trophies. But it is her and her kin like Hatshepsut, Cleopatra that we have seen the Queen portrayed as something more than just a mannequin.

Yet while I watch the show CROWN on Netflix, I cannot help by see how Elizabeth has always been a puppet. Yes they do try to show her coming up against the system as a feminine role model, yet, I do not see her as such a role model. In fact, she appears as an ENABLER OF PATRIARCHY. So not much to talk about there.

My Lady abandoned heaven and earth to descend to the underworld.
Inanna abandoned heaven and earth to descend to the underworld.
She abandoned her office of holy priestess to descend to the underworld….

This is what her slave writes about Ishtar and this descent to the UNDERWORLD has been a sort of lingering trope in my life. Saturn in the Eighth house. Yes a macabre obsession with DEATH  and REBIRTH. Complete bad-ass Pluto energy which makes me go to the proverbial UNDERWORLD repeatedly to seek myself.

This obsessive fantasy about facing death head on and surviving is a very Plutonian energy that I challenge and of course Saturn beaming my EIGHTH.

Anyway, Ishtar/Innana took me through this psychological journey of archetypes many times. Through the play, through channelled poetry, through meditation…I have invoked Innana.

Today I call upon Ishtar through the Kali Yantra. Is that possible?

I know of her animal shamanism. She channelled animal spirits. Protected the animal world. She also shows us the power they have. Yes this stuff is dangerous, but hey what is not “dangerous”? We have to investigate to get at the crux of the matter.

I know Ishtar’s energies are active in me. My love of animals, facing death and devastation during my tenure as an animal activist with AWA. I still work with street animals. Regularly visit shelters and sanctuaries. And of course I have my own family of rescues.

The Lion! I am a Leo Sun and Ascendant. Vedic Kundli says my Lagna is Simha or LION! And I have four planets in Leo! Including my Mercury. So there all that fifth house related stuff gets a full energetic makeover. Ishtar is associated with SHAMASH, the SOLAR GOD. The Sun is the ruler of LEO!

I am not much of a ritualist. I perform a lot of rituals mentally, like my Shiva Puja and a few homas. Yes I do mental homas. Manas puja. You can try it too. Watch a homa on Youtube. For me its very easy as my Guru in Calcutta does Dasamahavidya homas, Mahamrityunjaya homas, kala sarpa dasa homas in our ashram.

Being blessed, I have performed several important homas there like Chinnamasta, Dhumavati and Kalabhairav and Bagala homa. So I have them in my mind, the whole scene, the mantras, the collective chanting it, the warmth from the flames coming alive by my Guru pouring sacred ghee in it, the smell of incense, the bhakti of the hundreds gathered. It is mystical. The faith. The belief. All of it. And then on all that my Guru’s voice reciting the mantra….I have all of it, in my mind. It’s there stored away in my MIND PALACE.

Ready to be accessed and used anytime. So you find your ideal homa and you can do it too. Manas puja is very sacred. In fact our progenitors created MANAS PUTRAS or the MIND BORN.

In the Mandukya (Mundaka) Upanishad it is written, “As a spider throws out and retracts its web, as herbs spring up in the ground . . . so is the Universe derived from the undecaying one” (I. 1. 7). Brahma, as “the germ of unknown Darkness,” is the material from which all evolves and develops “as the web from the spider, as foam from the water,” etc. This is only graphic and true, if Brahma the “Creator” is, as a term, derived from the root brih, to increase or expand. Brahma “expands” and becomes the Universe woven out of his own substance. The Pitris are lunar deities and our ancestors, because they created the physical man…HPB

So literally Brahma made himself from himself, or his mind, because everything is spiritual and has no dense body. Thoughts create you. So never underestimate the power of your MIND- conscious and more so, the UNCONSCIOUS for therein lies the greatest mysteries.

For Ishtar, I have kept her image, you know the full length shot doing the rounds on the internet. I have kept the Kali yantra in front and am concentrating on it. After meditating on Ishtar and her life, I shall start writing…just channelling her energy. No editing. Oh of course there is LAPIZ LAZULI that I have placed inside the yantra. It is Ishtar’s favourite.

Then, after three days and three nights, Inanna had not returned,
Ninshubur set up a lament for her by the ruins.
She beat the drum for her in the assembly places.

Neither Enlil nor Inanna’s father Nannar, the Moon God of Ur, will help her because she has craved the below, and because those who choose the underworld do not return. Ninshubur succeeds in getting Enki to secure her release:

The story of Ushtar was inscribed on clay tablets at around 1750 BCE and what do we see?

Nothing changes. Patriarchy was as disinterested as it is today. As oppressive and  couldn’t-give-a-fuck as today. Lovely! Nothing changes.

But Ishtar still decides to go there…wonder what her chart looked like? Also the whole stripping away of her clothing and jewellery are signs that she is having to give up power and control. Allegorically it could mean she is shedding veils of ignorance and getting closer to wisdom. Nakedness signifies DEEP WISDOM and is used very much with regards to the feminine. Even the Dakinis, the naked sky dancers exhibit the feminine WISDOM. Like Kali who symbolises just that. Stripping away of all ignorance and falsities.

I love doing rituals for Kali, such intensity in her depths. Ishtar/Innana is ready to shed all her power. For what? I feel like her in so many ways. Ishtar’s journey is all about exploration and acceptance. She stares at the skeletons in her cupboard. She harmonises them and is triumphant! What a woman! I meant she is a woman like us all right? And we?? A goddess too…WE ARE ALL GODDESSES and that is a lesson.

There is very important documentation referring to the description of the constellation VIRGO, which has its origin in the ancient Assyrian-Babylonian culture. This constellation has always been female and has been especially associated with the tension between fertility and beauty. The BABYLONIANS associated this constellation with the goddess Ishtar, also well-known under the name of Ashtoreth or Astarte…This bit is just magic to my ears. MY VENUS IS IN VIRGO. So your Venus placement is important to check out. Sublime!

Ishtar is the Goddess of sex too. Now having Saturn in the Eight is quite an intense lesson. To be learnt in the arena of sex, death, rebirth, shared resources. Can sex and Saturn be even spoken of in the same sentence? Well, ask us…the SATURN IN THE 8TH people. We are a special breed.

Through us a lot of sexual information will be passed to the collective. The eighth house is one of such hardcore lessons- how do you share resources? Who are you in the deepest dark? What are your fears, anxieties, worries? Lastly how do you deal with them. Saturn teaches you…he is a strict task master. In India we say SHAM SHANISHCHARAYA NAMAHA to appease Saturn. You can try it too. And wear black, eat black rice. You can get in touch for more details as it is imperative to know where Shani is positioned in your chart.

Back to the scary EIGHTH HOUSE stuff- this is not some wishy-washy, light and frivolous house. These energies are intense. Now let Saturn decide to be there when you were born, then stuff gets really heavy and deep- murky, briny…but Saturn wants you to know how to swim out of that quagmire of your psyche full of fears, repression and anxiety. Somehow Saturn in the eight usually means that ideas that sex is dirty can be passed down from elders. This is your battle AND YOUR metamorphosis. You have to prove to yourself that SEX IS NOT UNHEALTHY.

We take INTIMACY seriously, like ISHTAR did and I see nothing wrong with that. I am on the quest of TRANSFORMING(SCORPIO) my FEARS(SATURN- LOW VIBRATION). This house is the gateway to my deepest psychological secrets and like Ishtar I am on a journey to understand the archetypes, tropes and imagery of the deep UNCONSCIOUS.

In fact this is why Tarot, Astrology and other divination modalities are so helping to me. They help me explore the PSYCHE. I love it. And having an occult leaning, I see how as above so below and nothing is real. A HOLOGRAM. That’s what this is…a 3D Hologram.

Where are we? We are a part of that UNIVERSAL BRAIN…all of us, including ISHTAR.

Did you know that all sexual activities ceased when Innana entered the NETHERWORLD. ALL SEX STOPPED!!! There is so much importance given to describing her body that it obviously points to her enjoying her femininity and sexuality.

She put the whole gender thing into flux. See she was supposed to attract Tammuz/DUMUZI like any other Goddess, via sexy clothing, jewellery, makeup, flirtation and a whole lot of other shit. But what does she do? Returning from the underworld, accompanied by demons who must have a mortal in compensation, she fixes the eye of death on her absent-minded partner who is engrossed in affairs of state, and he is chased by the demons of hell, losing his possessions, his genitals and his life. There you have it!

This losing his genitalia is symbolic of his manhood. Did Ishtar take away his manhood by being a full blown woman? Is it true that when a WOMAN/SACRED FEMININE finds her true power, no man can subdue her. In the world of patriarchy that means a man has lost his manhood. There is no BALANCE you see. IN PATRIARCHY THERE IS NO EQUALITY!

Innana challenged that concept and I think that is super cool. And of course, she is the GODDESS OF HEALING….So she is an archetypal energy I seek to invoke. She never minced her words. Surely not a diplomat. We see this when she speaks to the Gatekeeper of the Netherworld. She is deciding to go where no one is permitted, yet, she speaks with so much authority. I mean that could be misconstrued as a bad thing, but it may not be so.

Patriarchy has oppressed us women for so long, that some of us have become inherently REBELLIOUS. Turning Camus on his head- if patriarchy is ABSURD, then how do we react to it? With rebellion of course. Now more than even we need to collect all the broken female hearts and make them into ART.

Which of your lovers have you loved forever? Which of your Little Shepherds has continued to please you? Come, let me name your lovers for you! … (col. 2:) … for TAMMUZ, the lover of your youth. Year after year you set up a wailing for him. You loved the mauve-colored `shepherd bird’: but you seized him and broke his wing …. So you would love me in my turn, and, as with them, set my fate….” This is from the epic of Gilgamesh. Here we see how Gilgamesh is actually afraid of Ishtar’s advances for he FEARS THE INTENSITY OF HER LOVE. He is worried that ISHTAR will emasculate him and erase his name from History.

This trope is also common in the patriarchal discourse…a woman’s love! DANGEROUS. FICKLE. “Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.”  This quote by Shakespeare elucidates the MALE GAZE perfectly well. Has it changed? Men will love with their eyes. So girls look good. It’s not in their hearts. Men are of course heartless jerks(sarcasm, I know the EVOLVED MAN archetype very well).

Maya Angelou rings true to my mind…A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim. Will be bringing to you channelled writings…later on in the day if possible…

 

Some more on Gyanganj

People automatically presume that the word Ganj is derived from Arabic or Farsi, but it is not so . Ganj is Sanskrit. When we discuss Gyanganj we must keep in mind that it far too ancient for us to know its exact History which has been covered by the sands of time. If we manage to brush away the layers of sand, we begin to realise that it is ancient and the name Gyanganj is fairly recent.

Many of Shri Shri Baba’s scholarly devotees spend much time in the Benaras University Library but came up with no known references to the name. But what is so surprising in that fact? Gyanganj is a Sanskrit name and the Tibetans may refer to it as something else.

Let’s look at some sacred tirtha sthanas in Tibet-Manas-sarovar, Ravan Hrid or Rakshash tal, or Kailash; these places have their Tibetan names. Tso Mavang or Tso Mafang is what Manas-sarovar’s referred to, Ravan Hrid is Langak Tso, Gaurikunda is Thuki Jing Boo and Swayambhu himself is called Dem Chhok.

So it is safe to presume that Gyanganj has its very own Tibetan name by which it is popular in that area. In this day of Google mapping, it is probably possible to locate the physical or geographic Gyanganj, but only if we know its Tibetan name. The masters know it but it is not known by the masses.

My grandfather Shri Anath Nath Mukerji had told my father that none of the disciples that he knew had ever questioned Baba Vishuddhananda regarding the Tibetan name of Gyanganj. Maybe Mahamahopadhyay Gopinath Kaviraj had known but he had not made others privy to that information. There are still numerous manuscripts which lie in Benaras, some in Sanskrit, some in Bengali, written by the scholar, gathering dust, waiting for seeking eyes to study and translate them. Maybe this information lies hidden behind clouds of dust somewhere in Varanasi. Who knows?

My father has no knowledge about this. He was told that in all probability Gyanganj has no permanent, physical existence. It has a spiritual morphological field, but on certain occasions, it manifests into the physical for karmic reasons. After the job is done, the physical Gyanganj decimates and it exists only in the etheric and causal worlds.

Let me tell you a story about Col Olcott and Madame Blavatsky. The anecdote I am about to narrate can be found in OLD DAIRY LEAVES, Olcott’s autobiographical work.

Olcott witnessed something extraordinary in Bombay. It was the first time they arrived in the city on the shores of the Arabiaan Sea. One afternoon Madame and he hired a carriage and went to for some important work that she had to look into. They left the crow’s nest and travelled quite a distance and then Olcott was asked to wait as she entered into a picturesque garden. It looked like an ashram. Some gardeners were working in the garden; seeing her delay, Olcott accosted them to enquire after her. They continued working without responding to him, presumably as they did not understand his language. There was nothing much he could do at this point, so he waited. Eventually Madame returned and presented Col Olcott with a garland of heavenly flowers, saying that the head of the ashram gave it to him. When questioned about that place, Madame Blavatsky did not seem keen to elaborate and remained tight-lipped. This mysterious behaviour aroused a certain curiosity in the Colonel.

The next afternoon, Col Olcott decided to investigate about that mysterious place and as luck would have it, he found the same carriage that had taken them there. The driver seemed to remember exactly where they had gone and took the Col. After travelling for approximately the same amount of time; the driver stopped the carriage at a certain spot by the beach. Lo and behold!  To the utter amazement of Col Olcott, there was no beautiful garden there, in fact there was nothing!!!! Olcott began questioning the driver who was sure that this was the exact point where they had come yesterday. But what of the garden, asked Olcott. What garden, for years we have known this place exactly as you see it!! There was never any garden or ashram here!!! The Colonel was simply flabbergasted!

Here we have to understand that this ashram and the garden did not really have any physical existence, it appeared from the etheric field DUE TO Blavatsky’s icchashakti and was made visible to the Col. Yes every substance, thing, person, animal- everything has a physical, etheric and causal existence; all things have these three bodies that vibrate at different frequencies and are as real as one another!!!

What is “real” anyway? The things we call real, like all matter we can observe, is made of atoms which themselves are made of 99.999999% SPACE.

If the atom is the size of a of a sports stadium, then the nucleus is the size of a fly in the center and the electrons are tiny tiny gnats circling the stadium.

We are vastly made of and bathing in an infinite field of energy that we call “empty” space even though we have found that space is not empty at all, it is filled with energy vibrating at incredibly high frequency: the quantum foam, the aether, the plenum, vacuum fluctuations, the zero point field, in an infinite holofractographic universe.

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.”
― Nikola Tesla

That beauteous garden, that asram definitely did exist in the physical or sthula realm, but we can safely say that its location was not in Bombay, by the Arabian sea shore. It exists, say in Tibet and was made visible in Bombay, so taking these two places and their interim point and the space that lies in between were reduced to a singularity and it appeared in Bombay just because Master Koothumi had wanted to meet Blavatsky at that very point, so again it became visible due to the Master’s kriyashakti.

So this Ashram that Olcott saw was indeed in the sthula realm and so was the garland which was gifted to him. They existed with solid physical attributes. So this kriya of reducing space to nothingness and travelling through great distances in a moment is not unheard of, we have many instances of that.

In fact Ram Thakur, a maha-mahayogi had said that not only can they travel faster than lighting, they can appear in numerous places at the very same time due to kriyashakti.

Most of the times when Shri Shri Baba spoke of Gyanganj, the descriptions were mostly of the sthula version, but think not that these stories were anything short of extraordinary!

Gyanganj is far more awesome than your imagination’s painted picture! We can never grasp its sublime divine beauty as nothing on Earth can quite compare to it. Words fail to describe it; senses, tainted by vices can never hope to experience it. Only through kriya and sadhana can one hope to get an understanding of it.

I have people asking me online that do I know the location of Gyanganj? How can one get there?

Seriously people, do you think it is so easy to get the address of the sidhyashram, it is so easy to just get there???

NO IT IS NOT!!! AND NO I HAVE NO CLUE TO ITS GEOGRAPHICAL EXISTENCE!! I am also just a fellow seeker, not some high level sadhaka.

Shri Sai Kaka is a maha-siddha who in this day and age has travelled to Gyanganj. When I contacted him and went to meet him, it was like coming home.

I had tears flowing down my face as if after a long separation I had met someone very close to me. When he called me Amma, I felt the power of the feminine, and of course emotions in me stirred which had remained hitherto buried in my subconscious.

Anyway, Sai Kaka said that forget reaching Gyanganj, you will never hear of the siddhashram in your lifetime if you do not vibrate at a certain frequency. You will never know of the adepts that reside there, the divine work they do, how they guide humanity- yes my friends you will never know.

So you must have kripa of the masters and you must vibrate at a certain frequency which is why you are here, you are reading this and maybe, just maybe one day, you will be blessed by a master and who knows, you could be making your way to Gyanganj.

I certainly hope for that, but then again only hope will not get us there, we must perform our kriya, and in this ghor kalyug we must light the spiritual candle of our heart and perform tapas. Only then can we get there and it is safe to say that I have a long time before I can get there.

Although Sai Kaka told me, Why do you seek a key when there is no door??? Just walk through it, you do not need a normal key, an electronic key, you do not need to break open the door, because- THE DOOR DOES NOT EXIST, IT IS IN YOUR MIND!!! You do not know the kind of kripa you have, you are blessed by Baba Vishudhananda.

I quietly absorbed all this, felt empowered, but my dense understanding, my lack of awareness did not actually comprehend the immense meaning behind these statements.

Well I can only trust and hope that the kripa will slowly but surely clear the fog and I will be able to see the path, the path that leads me to their lotus feet, to Gyanganj.

I know my Grandfather Shri Anath Nath Mukerji is there and I cannot wait to meet him!!! Dadu I hope to see you someday when I am truly worthy, I hope to sit by you, perform my kriya and learn from the masters and spend my life doing what I am truly here for. All the rest of it is just superfluous, a waste of time.

But time must be wasted, I mean I must live, work and learn in samsara, to be able to transcend it. I must play out the role allotted to me to perfection, of course perfection does not exist. I am as I am and I will do what I can to the best of my ability. Kindness and compassion will be my religion, not hurting a soul will be my task, helping, aiding, soothing, comforting my fellow denizens of this planet and/or any other will be my focal point.

Through arts, through creativity, through my writing, through my images I hope to inspire and change lives, maybe not thousands, I am happy with one person at a time. I am happy to know that I can bring a smile, a tear drop, a thought in people’s minds. If even it be an idea, a seed of an idea that can sprout a beautiful plant of actions, which in turn can provide fruits, flowers, shade to a greater number of people.

So here I am sharing thoughts, maybe ranting bit, but in this repertoire I seek to plant something divine in your minds. You may have your own master, you may have your own religion, you may have your own thought processes, but eventually you too will realize that it’s all about awakening; of becoming the Christos. Your kundalini will arise, your chakras will open and your consciousness will be firmly rooted in the divine; it already is, but this time you will be aware, you will know the true potentiality of your own SELF.

Shri Shri Baba had told his disciples that when he was a boy of mere twelve and was taken to Gyanganj, he had travelled from Jalandar into the Himalayas to a place called Goga which was the last point where normal, but scanty transport was available.  After that one had to walk all the way, nothing else is in sight, just snow and huge mountains loom large.

It usually takes a pilgrim about two months to traverse that terrain. In those days no food was available, only puffed rice and curd was given by the few people who lived in those frozen areas.

Snow is everywhere, and one’s feet keeps getting sunken into sludgy cold snow, so one is always wet at the feet. Pilgrims usually travel bare-foot and on the way pick up special slippers to walk on this terrain, they did not wear boots, at least not in those days. My grandfather always travelled everywhere with slippers, I just remembered.

These slippers cost three anas!

Gyanganj at all times is visited by numerous people- there are brahmacharis, sannyasis, yogis who have come for pilgrimages, Paramhamsas who reside there, Bhairavis, Bramhacharinis, and kumaris as well.

Although these people are allowed in, but to stay there is not allowed. You can only be a resident if you are there for a specific purpose.

The two main branches of study are Yoga and Science. Surya vigyan, Chandra vigyan and Vayu vigyan are some of the disciples taught in the area of Science.

So many high level adepts have devoted their lives to Science; numerous instruments and technological advancements are available to them by which they study medicine, they also find cures for incurable diseases. They develop medicine which has saved mankind for centuries.

In fact today we’re jumping joy at the thought of a 3D printer which can print everything, even body parts! But this has already happened in Gyanganj for centuries.

Shri Shri Baba speaks of a leprosy patient who had his limbs recreated in this contraption. Imagine 3D printing existed from when!!!

Amazing stuff, isn’t it???

There is another story of a Marwari gentleman who was Shri Shri Baba’s shishya. He had a sickly young daughter. Due to karmic clearance, this man and his daughter were sent to Gyanganj, where not only did she become well, she also became divinely beautiful, like the Devi Durga!!!

Another fantastic fact which must be told is about the age group of the yogis and yoginis who live there. The Paramhamsas and Bhairavis average age group is in the hundreds, some are 800 years, some 500 years and so on and so forth!!!

What of Bramharishi Mahatapa? Some say he is thousands of years old, no one can definitely know his age!!!

More interestingly, Mahatapababa’s Gurumata, known as Khyapaimai is still alive!!!

She lives in Tibet in a zone called Manohar tirtha and Baba Mahatapa lives close to her. You can imagine how old Khyapaimai is, but she looks like a young virgin of sixteen!!! Her abundant tresses are so plentiful that they cover her whole nubile form, she does not have the need for clothes.

Baba Mahatapa however, has decided to “grow OLD” meaning, he looks very aged, but can still move around. He has a gurubhai who still lives and is probably his age, this mahayogi is a Vaishnav and is called Bhavadev Goswami, who resides somewhere else in Tibet and continues his sadhana.

Baba Mahatapa has numerous disciples who have graduated to being a Paramhamsa. But in all of them, one names shines out like a bright Sun, he is the most powerful and has achieved much success in Yoga and Science, his name is Paramhamsa Bhriguram and he is well over 500 hundred years.

Shri Shri Baba learnt Yogshiksha under Bhriguram Paramhamsa and so he called him Dadagurudeva.

Baba Vishuddhananda learnt the Sciences from Paramhamsa Shyamananda, who was the faculty head of this department and maybe still is!

There is a surreal pathway created by one of the Sciences in Gyanganj which remains illuminated by the moonlight in the deep night; it’s said to be magnificent!!!

There is another name that stands out in these exemplary names and that is of Paramhamsa Abhayananda.  He was seen twice by ordinary mortals, once at Bardhwan and the other time by the banks of Ganges in Calcutta, and at some point someone managed to click an image of him; he looks like swayam jatadhari Maheshwar in Samadhi. That image has been published in some books and ordinary folks like us can just gaze in awe at that mahayogi for we cannot hope to fathom more.

Paramhamsa Nimananda Swami and Paramhamsa Umananda Swami, two other great adepts residing at Gyanganj have also been spotted by many of Baba’s disciples.

It was Shri Nimananda Swami who ages ago had cured Baba Vishuddhananda from the agony inflicted by a bite from a rabid dog. Baba was merely twelve years of age when this happened and two years later Swamiji returned to take Shri Shri Baba to Vindyachal and did so from Dhaka in one night!!! Unbelievable, yes, but true!!!

There is another Paramhamsa from Gyanganj and he has a special History, his name is Gyananda or Kutupananda. He is the master of Madame Blavatsky and is called Koothumi baba. This fact has indeed been verified by Shri Shri Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda.

 

Shri Shri Navamundi Mahasana

Dhyanamulang Gurur Murthi,

Pujahmulang Guruh Padam,

Mantramulang Guror Vakyang,

Mokshamulang Guroh Kripa!!!

 

Mahasiddhas and Mahayogis are well aware of the Panchamundi Mahasana; it is known and revered in upper tiers of occult sadhana.

Paramhamsa Ramakrishna, Raja, Ramkrishna, Sadhak Ramprasad, Sadhak Kamalakanto, all these Mahatmas have practised the occult sadhana of the Panchamundi and have established themselves on it and have partaken the ethereal siddhis that constitute the culmination of this cycle of the esoteric Panchamundi.

Even to this day, in certain parts of Bharatavarsha and Bangabhumi, there exist these consecrated Panchamundi Mahasanas brought into manifestation by the ardous tapas of the yogis and the siddhas.

However, there is not much written about the Panchamundi in the Tantra Shastra, all its teachings are highly gujhya or occult and are handed down from guru to shishya in complete secrecy.

In the sadhak community, there is also a mention of Ekmundi and Trimundi Mahasanas.

In the exoteric sense, a Panchamundi Asana comprises of an altar inside which are interred five skulls–that of a snake, frog, rabbit, fox, and man, but each of these five mundis signify not only these physical skulls, but particularities, they are symbols, of celestials and cosmic origin.

Certain substances, not Earthly, are considered to be the five heads.

But in today’s day and age, this very occult knowledge is ALMOST lost to us, it exists buried in a few pages of a few obscure books in some Indian Languages, and is known to the adepts, but what of us poor, urban spiritually starved people? And what of the rest of the world? They have no way of accessing this information.

I am online and I have witnessed an upsurge in the want of information around the world about Gyanganj, about Shambala as Madame Blavatsky called it. Her guru Master Koot Humi is none other than Paramhamsa Kutupananda of Gyanganj. I created a group on Blavatsky and Theosophy around 2007 or so on Facebbok and it keeps growing every day. People en masse want to know more about Gyanganj, people from all over the world, from all walks of life. So here lies the necessity in trying to create this body of work. But I warn you I am no scholar, just a fellow pilgrim, just a human seeking the truth!

It may not be of any great relevance to us, but for the Yogi, the mysterious tattwa of the Asana is of great importance to him, because depending upon the asana he receives from Sadguru and the Universe, will typify the levels of siddhis and wisdom he will reach.

Researches of Tantra Sastra have heard of the occult Panchamundi, but for the first time in this Historic cycle, the mention of the sacred Navamundi Mahasana was in a Bengali article by Mahamahopadhyay Gopinath Kaviraj in a book called Vishuddhabani. I am infinitely indebted to him as he has been my guiding voice in writing this piece.

Kavirajji tells us repeatedly how abstract this great metaphysical theory is, in fact it will sound absurd to a “rational” man who pivots the world with mere common sense.

Voltaire made sense when he said “Common sense is not so common”. But through years of History, psychological conditioning and social structures, we revere common sense; it is the very death of Metaphysics and Mysticism.

Let’s forget left-brained analytical thought when we’re entering the sacred domain of the Navamundi, let’s go beyond our mind, let’s not think as men and women, as mere personalities, instead let’s feel this piece, let awareness be aware of what is being written here.

Do not try to think outside of the box, in fact, think there is no box. Remember the scene from the epic film Matrix, when Neo goes to visit the Oracle, he sees a boy, reminiscent of a Buddhist monk, bending the spoon with his mind. Neo is flabbergasted, how is this even possible? The boy tells him, “Do not try and bend the spoon. That’s impossible. Instead… only try to realize the truth. Neo: What truth?
Boy: There is no spoon.
Neo: There is no spoon?
Boy: Then you’ll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.”

There you have it, bend your consciousness towards the mystical, think of it all as deep, abstract space and you will begin to feel the glow emanating from the Navamundi, it will illumine your existence.

Be pure awareness, aware, just aware!!!

In fact, after saying all I said, I realize that this mahatattwa of the Navamundi may not be for all the ensemble of the kaliyuga, but for me it has a very special significance in my life.

I cannot quite relate to you who is Paramhamsa Vishuddhanada in my life. He is the heat emanating from the fire in my spirit, he is the vision of my eyes, he is the song of my existence, he is the truth of all lies. Anyway, where words fail, I shall keep quiet and you will understand the depths of my emotions in that silence as that silence does speak a million words of such profundity!

Simply speaking he is my karana(causal) Gurudeva, the voice of my conscience, the anchor of my spirituality, the guiding light to which I swam from the abyss of despair, death and devastation.

Shri Shri Baba took my grandfather Shri Anath Nath Mukerji under his wing and gave him deeksha at a very tender age when most men are interested in the worldly things. Anath was always a vairagi and preferred to surrender to his gurudeva unconditionally, the ties of samsara could not keep his restrained. He spent months on end with his gurudeva and guru-bhratas, travelling and serving Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda with unreserved love and devotion.

Shri Shri Baba saved Ananth from drowning in the Ganges. My grandfather told me,”It was late afternoon, I was staying at the ashram at Benaras. It was my ritual to visit the ghats every morning till before lunch-time. I went for my usual afternoon dip, just before lunch. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I realized I was drowning, my legs felt like two iron pillars and I had not the strength in me to swim. It was later on that I realized how far I had swum into the river, the currents were ripping my skin like barb-wire. Unable to swim, I was sinking into the very depths of maa Ganga wondering if this was the end, I was calm in my surrender to her, but suddenly out of the blue, there appeared a gigantic flock of hair right i front of me, it looked white and I knew it was my gurudevas beard. Hold on to it Anath he told me, I just reached out and held onto it. I felt my whole weight was being pushed up, to the shore, I lost consciousness; I felt that I had still unfinished business in the world. People found me lying on the ghat. I revived shortly and headed back to the ashram. As I entered, Baba told me, so Anath how was your swimming today? Did you swim far? I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew that he was alluding to the little incident that had transpired. I just smiled and prostrated at his feet. I had learned later from my guru-brhatas that during lunch time Baba had told them that I will be arriving late today from the Ghats, as it was customary to make an appearance before lunch; he asked them to keep my food aside. This was my gurudeva, the knower, the known and the knowing, all rolled into one.”

Of course my grandfather had work to do, my father was not yet born, so the person which in the future is to be me had no fixed reference point for this incarnation. This piece remains unwritten, my world remains barren, my life a blank sheet in the reality where my grandfather succumbs to the holy waters of Maa Ganga.

So my connection with Baba Vishuddhananda began way before even my father was born. In fact it is his holy plan to bring us together as one family- the Mukkhujey bari of Janai.

My parents, who have been rock-solid pillars of my life and have made me who I am are both shishyas of Shri Tunu baba who is the holy grandson of Baba Vishuddhananda. Tunu Baba’s father was Durga Baba who rose to great heights in his tapas and is one of the siddhas of Gyanganj. Tunu Baba was more like my granfather than my mother’s guru. I loved him from the day I knew him and I was merely six or seven when my mother was initiated. Shortly my father was also initiated by Tunu Baba and therein began a lifetime of pilgrimage in wondrous lands of spiritual awareness for all three of us.

It was difficult at times as life always is, the great dance of duality, but we made it and here I sit before you typing away furiously on my computer. I feel deeply privileged to be writing about these Mahatmas, researching and developing their life and work.

Before I begin to unravel the secrets of the Navamundi, I want you to understand that I am no scholar, I am in fact a Nobody, yet, today this Nobody has somehow been given the exalted task of writing this piece about the Navamundi for the benefit of everybody, hoping it will inspire somebody to look deeply at this mesmerizing enigma.

I do not know how successful I will be at the execution of this, but if I am seated at my table, at this fixed moment in History, trying to bring to light this esoteric subject then it follows that the Universe has conspired to make it happen.

So here I am and here you are reading this, at this very moment, NOW, nothing else exists, it is just this very moment.

Capacity of self-articulation and self knowledge as a rationale for incorporating the personal into this text, the body, the emotions, the lived experiences, your whole life, become comingled with this piece. So read on.

The Navamundi Mahasana was established by Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda, its divine glow enriched the lives of a very selected few. Due to its secrecy, the masses never got to venerate it and for years it remained a tightly guarded secret which it still remains.

Much of what is known to the world about Baba Vishuddhananda comes to us from Paramhamsa Yogananda’s groundbreaking novel titled “An Autobiography of a Yogi.”

In Chapter-5, titled “A PERFUME SAINT DISPLAYS HIS WONDERS”, we are introduced to Gandhababaji.

Definitely intrigued, I entered the house and was ushered into a commodious parlor. A crowd of people were sitting, Orient-wise, here and there on a thick orange-colored carpet. An awed whisper reached my ear:

“Behold Gandha Baba on the leopard skin. He can give the natural perfume of any flower to a scentless one, or revive a wilted blossom, or make a person’s skin exude delightful fragrance.”

I looked directly at the saint; his quick gaze rested on mine. He was plump and bearded, with dark skin and large, gleaming eyes.

“Son, I am glad to see you. Say what you want. Would you like some perfume?”

“What for?” I thought his remark rather childish.

This childishness was the very hall-mark of Baba Vishuddhananda, he was often the little bal-Gopala to his matrika.

“To experience the miraculous way of enjoying perfumes.”

“Harnessing God to make odors?”

“What of it? God makes perfume anyway.”

Exactly! God is in everything, in the foulest stench to the most beautiful smell of a sunset by the sea.

“Yes, but He fashions frail bottles of petals for fresh use and discard. Can you materialize flowers?”

“I materialize perfumes, little friend.”

“Then scent factories will go out of business.”

“I will permit them to keep their trade! My own purpose is to demonstrate the power of God.”

“Sir, is it necessary to prove God? Isn’t He performing miracles in everything, everywhere?”

“Yes, but we too should manifest some of His infinite creative variety.”

“How long did it take to master your art?”

“Twelve years.”

“For manufacturing scents by astral means! It seems, my honored saint, you have been wasting a dozen years for fragrances which you can obtain with a few rupees from a florist’s shop.”

Yogananda seems a bit brash as it is well known that Shri Shri Baba not only made perfumes, he also manifested sweets, fruits and flowers. One he made my grandmother Anupama Devi listen to the music of the flowers, she told me herself, it was pure magic. Like an animated flick!

“Perfumes fade with flowers.”

Impermanence!!! The only truth we can see on a daily basis.

“Perfumes fade with death. Why should I desire that which pleases the body only?”

“Mr. Philosopher, you please my mind. Now, stretch forth your right hand.” He made a gesture of blessing.

I was a few feet away from Gandha Baba; no one else was near enough to contact my body. I extended my hand, which the yogi did not touch.

“What perfume do you want?”

“Rose.”

“Be it so.”

To my great surprise, the charming fragrance of rose was wafted strongly from the center of my palm. I smilingly took a large white scentless flower from a near-by vase.

“Can this odorless blossom be permeated with jasmine?”

“Be it so.”

A jasmine fragrance instantly shot from the petals. I thanked the wonder-worker and seated myself by one of his students. He informed me that Gandha Baba, whose proper name was Vishudhananda, had learned many astonishing yoga secrets from a master in Tibet. The Tibetan yogi, I was assured, had attained the age of over a thousand years.

“His disciple Gandha Baba does not always perform his perfume-feats in the simple verbal manner you have just witnessed.” The student spoke with obvious pride in his master. “His procedure differs widely, to accord with diversity in temperaments. He is marvelous! Many members of the Calcutta intelligentsia are among his followers.”

I inwardly resolved not to add myself to their number. A guru too literally “marvelous” was not to my liking. With polite thanks to Gandha Baba, I departed. Sauntering home, I reflected on the three varied encounters the day had brought forth.

The last paragraph displays Gandhaba as a rather flambyuyant personality, it does not have a multi-faceted interpretation. People who have known and spent time with Gandhababa can verify that as evening seeped in, Baba became SILENT! He seemed to be in another dimension, lost in a deep trance. When Shri Shri Baba wanted to be serious, he was, but essentially his approach to life and problems was humourous. He infused daily drudgeries with witty dialogue, poetry, music and some entertainment. All work and no play makes Lalloo a dull boy, who has not ascertained the verity of this statement. Baba was sombre, he was funny, he was strict, also lenient. He was what you needed when. He did not just create perfumes but also wanted to impart the knowledge of SURYA VIGYAN to the world, his heart cried out for the suffering humanity. He was in fact Sadashiv in person.

My sister Uma met me as I entered our Gurpar Road door.

“You are getting quite stylish, using perfumes!”

Without a word, I motioned her to smell my hand.

“What an attractive rose fragrance! It is unusually strong!”

Thinking it was “strongly unusual,” I silently placed the astrally scented blossom under her nostrils.

“Oh, I love jasmine!” She seized the flower. A ludicrous bafflement passed over her face as she repeatedly sniffed the odor of jasmine from a type of flower she well knew to be scentless. Her reactions disarmed my suspicion that Gandha Baba had induced an auto-suggestive state whereby I alone could detect the fragrances.

Later I heard from a friend, Alakananda, that the “Perfume Saint” had a power which I wish were possessed by the starving millions of Asia and, today, of Europe as well.

“I was present with a hundred other guests at Gandha Baba’s home in Burdwan,” Alakananda told me. “It was a gala occasion. Because the yogi was reputed to have the power of extracting objects out of thin air, I laughingly requested him to materialize some out-of-season tangerines. Immediately the luchis  which were present on all the banana-leaf plates became puffed up. Each of the bread-envelopes proved to contain a peeled tangerine. I bit into my own with some trepidation, but found it delicious.”

Years later I understood by inner realization how Gandha Baba accomplished his materializations. The method, alas! is beyond the reach of the world’s hungry hordes.

The different sensory stimuli to which man reacts—tactual, visual, gustatory, auditory, and olfactory—are produced by vibratory variations in electrons and protons. The vibrations in turn are regulated by “lifetrons,” subtle life forces or finer-than-atomic energies intelligently charged with the five distinctive sensory idea-substances.

Gandha Baba, tuning himself with the cosmic force by certain yogic practices, was able to guide the lifetrons to rearrange their vibratory structure and objectivize the desired result. His perfume, fruit and other miracles were actual materializations of mundane vibrations, and not inner sensations hypnotically produced.

Performances of miracles such as shown by the “Perfume Saint” are spectacular but spiritually useless. Having little purpose beyond entertainment, they are digressions from a serious search for God.

The above paragraph is definitely uncalled for. Little did Yogananda realize who Gandhababa was. Nothing Baba did could ever be spiritually useless, in fact NOTHING any Mahatmas has done or does is spiritually useless and I do not understand how being a realized Yogi he could have written something like this. But maybe, Yogananda was writing for a predominant Western audience and he moght have had other agendas at work. I am not question Yogananda, but merely reading from line to line, inferring what I can. Anybody who has been blessed by Shri Shri Baba’s presence in their lives will know that the word USELESS cannot in any way be linked to a maha yogi of his calibre.

Sadly the book which has popularized Eastern Mysticism to the world has not done justice to Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda, it does not convey the grandeur, the awesomeness, the simplicity, the innocence, the dedication, the steadfastness, the inherent devotion and strength of his character. It is only been our loss.

PART- 2

In the year 1341 of the Bengali calendar which is about 78 years ago, in 1935, on Doshra Falgun, the sacred Navamundi was created and established by the immense psychic energy of Gandhababaji.

My grandfather was present there during that timeframe, staying and travelling for long periods with Shri Shri Baba.

He told my father that the energy radiated from the Navamundi was so powerful that STILLNESS enveloped his Being every single time he came near its presence. His awareness was heightened and during such moments he was a blessed witness to many Lilas of Paramhamsa Vishuddhanandaji.

Shri Shri Baba had told his disciples, “It took me over forty years of intense devotion, dedication and sheer hard work to be able to beget the Navamundi for the benefit of Mankind.

Om Kashidham is Gyankshetra, which is why the auspicious Navamundi was established here. Some people feel the tremendous power of Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda, while for some, that spot has not retained any of its former glory, it sits in decrepitude for lack of proper safekeeping.

I think that the psycho-spiritual power of Gandhababaji is still there, but it needs to be felt. So here I am, kind of embarking on a failed mission, with my limited understanding and restricted spiritual vocabulary.

Words are so futile, so punitive that it can never express the innumerable emotions I feel as I narrate this story to you.

As I close my eyes, I see Shri Shri Baba’s smile, the same as in the photograph my Grandfather left to my father and about three years ago, he parted with this treasure so that it may enrich my existence.

So I am the humble care-taker of this treasure, three generations have now been the holders to this original, B/W, slightly faded image, but with age, the vibrancy of his expression has not faded, his smile still illumines a million Suns, his face still radiates that adhyatmic shakti.

I am surely a close person to Gandhababaji, one does not get to possess such an image otherwise, I am astrally seated right at his lotus feet, but in this dense reality, as this incarnated person I know not what or where.

I have splashes of intuition, surges of serotonin, oxytocin and dopamine; I feel completely in awe and bliss, I feel like I am a child again, seated on his lap. I feel safe, it’s my “Happy Place”.

I hold on to the photograph, as the last vestiges of my sanity in this insane world.

It is so ancient, not only is it Shri Shri Baba’s original images and one can feel him in it, this photo also has my grandfather’s energy, bhakti and shraddha in it.

It is a sort of thread, a sutra which ties me to my ancestors and Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda is the pearl in it. It is a story of surrender, the surrender of three generations.

Shri Shri Baba had told everybody that the Navamundi will provide deep awareness to the whole world, nay, all of existence. It will be the source of immense realization and for this purpose, he had seeded the future. Certain individuals will awaken to his Lila, his call and will successfully provide spiritual warmth in this cold, dark age of pure materialism.

Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda’s life has been kept away from the masses, tucked away in abscure books and in the memories of his shishyas and their progeny. His real life and work has been shrouded in mystery, but as in when the correct time comes, small bits of information about this Mahatma will be released to the world, via the seedlings he had planted. Those seedlings have now become trees, ready to provide fruits, shelter and security to numerous pilgrims.

The two words Asana and Asin are used in the parlance of sadhana. One must begin and continue sadhana on this asana to become an asin, an individual who has provided psycho-spiritual internal power to the externalized seat, in a sense this asana gets activated.

The Asana is an external tool and can be made of very many things like kusa, kambal, tiger’s skin, lion’s skin or deer’s skin.

If one sits and meditates regularly on his asana, then it becomes an extension of their BEING, this in turn makes pranayama and dhyana easier, the deep silence of the self is felt without any significant effort. This is why the asana is so invaluable in sadhana.

The Guru will give a disciple the particular asana which he has earned and deserves, this will greatly benefit the shishya in his spiritual practices. This decision is based on karmas performed in this life and others and on the nature or prakriti of the sadhak being initiated.

Ancient Tantric scriptures mention Yogic postures or asanas, the Padmasana and Siddhasana are highly acclaimed, but for tantric sadhana, Shavasan is the most effective asana.

Shavasana is used by the highest adepts.

A shava or a dead body of a human is often used as an asana in Vamachara Tantra Vidya, but in the very true form of shavasana, the sadhak must convert his own physical body into a cadaver, and the Consciousness or Awareness must establish itself over this corpse and perform sadhana. This is the true esoteric shavasana and not the body relaxation you are taught at yoga class.

The living, breathing body has been transformed into a nonliving corpse and the sense of ME, the sadhak’s personality or individuality or EGO uses this cadaver as an asana and this ME-NESS or sense of identity becomes the asin, and consciousness spirals upwards.

To a true practitioner of Tantra Shastra, this is the fundamental key to shavasana.

In the language of the Agamas, it is understood that this whole Universe consists of 36 tattvas. The goal of sadhana is to penetrate these tattwas and soar upwards; if a sadhak is unable to do so, he can never travel to the next realm. There are numerous realms in this manifested reality.

…”Hence it only stands to reason that the globes which overshadow our Earth must be on a different and superior planes. In short, as Globes they are they are in COADUNATION but not in CONSUBSTATIALITY WITH OUR EARTH and thus pertain to quite another state of consciousness. Our planet(like all those we see) is adapted to the peculiar state of its human stock, that state which enables us to see with our naked eye the sidereal bodies which are coessential with terrene plane and substance, just as their respective inhabitants, the Jovians, the Martians and others can perceive our little world.” – Madame Blavatsky.

HPB discusses these realms in some detail in the SD and it is a must read to get certain concepts clearer.

These realms manifest as shapes of sacred geometry to the yogi. Each such Universe has multiple Universes in them, they grow and self replicate as fractals. They are infinite and endless.

All Universes are not made up of the same elements, in fact they differ greatly.

Earth has free oxygen in its atmosphere, likely as a result of photosynthetic life making her somewhat unique. This atmosphere is imperative in preventing harmful electromagnetic rays emitted from the Sun from reaching surface creatures in excessive amounts, necessary for the sustenance of life and no other planet in the solar system has this feature.

In fact the strange windy worlds of Saturn and Jupiter are so bizarre that we cannot fathom them.

Each world or realm has its own uniqueness, worlds so strange, so complex, so bizarre that it will dwarf our imagination.

This Universe we experience is called Bramhanda in Samskrit and it with all its intricate web-worlds has been created by Bramha with Prithvi Tattwa.

Pauranik rishis have labelled this Universe as the Chaturdosh plane of the whole structure of the Multiverses.

Quantum Mechanics has done the rishis proud by finally tackling the many realities which are being played out simultaneously. Deeply metaphysical times for Science!

The many-worlds interpretation is an interpretation of quantum mechanics that asserts the objective reality of the universal wavefunction and denies the actuality of wavefunction collapse. Many-worlds implies that all possible alternative histories and futures are real, each representing an actual “world” (or “universe”).

How absolutely poetic!!! What more needs be said!!!

How vast is this totality, if our Universe is just a speck on it.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
George Eliot

I don’t think we can even grasp this. Infinity is the greatest abstraction for the human mind, we can only feel awe and wonder for a few moments before we revert back by a default setting to our mechanistic, robotic lives- slaves to the man-made system, oblivious of divine intelligence and grandeur.

How insignificant is man in the greater scheme of things, unless he has awakened the kundalini.

Patala and Naraka are two netherworlds spoken of in the ancient Indian scriptures, they may both be underworlds but there is a subtle difference. They are both parts of Adhorajya.

Naraka has many variations and so does Patala in the many planes of existence.

Each individual plane of existence has its own ADHISHTHATA, or ruler.

There is a plane called AVICHI, in the realm of Naraka, which is surrounded by abysmal darkness, not even a ray of light is seen here.

It is pitch black!

But in the higher planes of Patala, there is a radiant glow, although they are parts of the netherworld. This is the glow of Manimukta and fire.

Above patala there is Bhuprishtha, above which is Antariksha and above that is Swarga.

Swarga or Heaven, as Christians understand it, is not one but many.

There are uncountable such heavens, and on one of its lower rungs Devaraj Indra is seated on his golden throne ruling it.

The higher planes of Swargas do not have any specific rulers; they are all bhogloks, but one must have performed spiritual karma and have been of a higher vibrational frequency to become a resident in these heavens. Beings of higher wisdom who have come to enjoy the labours of their karma are seen in such places.

These planes may even take a pilgrim to moksha if karma is continued.

Maharloka, Janaloka, Tapoloka and Satyaloka are the higher planes of our swarga; they are also known as Dyulokh.

Trigunadhari Tridev Ishwara resides in the upper realms and he is the Holy Trinity- Bramha, Vishnu, Maheshwara, coalesced into one.

So from the highest to the lowest, all realms fall under one Universe and each Universe has its own.

Bramha has created it, Vishnu preserves it and finally when the clouds of Pralaya gather in the cosmos, Shiva will destroy it.

Bramhanda is names after its creater Bramha.

As numerous Universes exist, infinite actually, so do tiny Universes exist in our human body.

Our body is a Universe, we are not drops in an ocean, but an expression of the entire ocean in a drop. Therefore the maxim- AS ABOVE SO BELOW!!!

We are all made of stardust. Yes, it sounds rather poetic, but there is some solid science behind this statement : almost every element on Earth was formed at the heart of a star.

The iron in our blood and the calcium in our bones were all forged in such stars. We are made of stardust, say Scientists.

Certain Yogis have actually realized that their bodies are Universes- this dharana is known as VAIRAJ DHARANA, and through this meditation their consciousness merges with Bramha, the creator. In this state the Yogi becomes Bramha, the creator of the Bramhanda.

But there is a certain type of Yogi who can separate his I-NESS from that of the Creator. He does not merge his awareness, his individual EGO with Bramha and can retain his own cognizance. When this state is reached, the Yogi can penetrate the Bramhanda and rise above. If he merges himself with Bramha he cannot rise above the Bramhanda.

But interestingly such yogis who have risen above the Bramhanda do not sever their connection to this Universe, but keep it connected. It becomes like an umbilical cord- the yogi is the mother, the Universe is the Foetus. Such high level adepts are indeed scarce today!

When the Yogis awareness has traversed beyond this Universe, he keeps maintaining the connection to it, gradually the life-breath out of the Universe fades away and it becomes a gigantic corpse!

I have already explained in some detail the esoteric shavasana. Now look intuitively, the Yogi is now the ASIN and the Bramhanda is the ASANA, a shava, a representation of his own corporeal self.

He plants himself on this asana and such a Yogi is even superior to Bramha.

The entire Universe is personified in the Yogi’s sthula sharira which is a corpse now, his consciousness, the asin sits to meditate on the asana which is the lifeless corpse of a Universe; Bramha is then in his PRETA(SPIRIT) form, HIS BODY is then the Yogis ASANA!!!

 

 

 

 

PART- 111

“Let rather the planetary chains and other super and sub-cosmic mysteries remain a dreamland for those who can neither see, nor yet believe that others can.”  -HPB

This Bramhanda is just another horizon, a different level, a plane and it consists of Prithvitattwa, so the word Prithvi or Earth has a different connotation to a yogi.

By those words we understand the huge spherical orb we reside in, the one which we are depleting and abusing, the one which we call home, but it has a total different implication to the Yogi.

We cannot comprehend a minute fragment of what the wise sages can.

Now listen to what the Ancients say. Apart from the Bramhanda there are, there are more colossal structures in creation.

The one higher and larger than the Bramhanda is called PRAKRITANDA, and in this structure, infinite Bramhandas are hanging like pieces of crystal in a chandelier; Universes are floating around like skies in the gigantic sky termed Prakritanda.

After a yogi has converted the Bramhanda to a corpse-like ghost and has performed the esoteric shavasana on it, he the asin, the Bramhanda, the Asana; then he must do the same with the Prakritanda.

Then as before, he continues his connection to the cadaverous being of a prakritanda, rises above it and claims a higher asana for himself.

All these structures are embedded in the consciousness of Mulaprakriti. In our gross understanding, she is NATURE- the “BREATH THAT IS COOL, WHO CONCEIVES, FORMS, BRINGS FORTH, AND RECEIVES THEM BACK INTO HER BOSOM…” according to HPB.

“Life is the Universe, experiencing itself in endless variety”, says Alan Watts and we will see how true this is as our discussion progresses.

HPB sums it up so eloquently- “The eternity of the Universe in toto as a boundless plane; periodically the playground of numberless Universes incessantly manifesting and disappearing, called the manifesting stars and the sparks of eternity.”

Creation, destruction- an infinite cycle!

Fluids are generated out of solids, fixed things out of volatile gases, subtile out of gross- such is the miracle of our existence!

The Bramhanda has its specificities, its uniqueness and so does Prakritanda, but essentially they are created with Jalattatwa and Prithvittatwa.

Remember the time when Science assumed that water is only peculiar to our Earth? How wrong they were!

Now for some 21 st Century Scientific studies which prove the Ancients correct- WATER OR JALA IS EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING IS WATER AND IT HAS MEMORY!!!

Professor Matt Griffin of Cardiff University, who is the SPIRE Principal investigator, said: “Some trial observations have been made during initial testing of the spectrometer, and it is clear that the data are of excellent quality, and even these initial results are very exciting scientifically, especially our ability to trace the presence of water throughout the Universe.”

In a galaxy 12 billion light-years away resides the most distant and most massive cloud of water yet seen in the universe, astronomers say.

Weighing in at 40 billion times the mass of Earth, the giant cloud of mist swaddles a type of actively feeding supermassive black hole known as a quasar.

Among the brightest and most energetic objects in the universe, quasars are black holes at the centers of galaxies that are gravitationally consuming surrounding disks of material while burping back out powerful energy jets.

 

“As this disk of material is consumed by the central black hole, it releases energy in the form of x-ray and infrared radiation, which in turn can heat the surrounding material, resulting in the observed water vapor,” said study co-author Eric Murphy, an astronomer with the Carnegie Observatories in Pasadena, California.

The vapor around this particular quasar represents enough water “to fill all the oceans on the Earth over 140 trillion times—that’s a lot of water.”

Primordial Water Was Universal Coolant?

Murphy and colleagues found the wet black hole using a spectrograph attached to the ten-meter Caltech Submillimeter Observatory on the summit of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. The team also revealed that the unusually warm water cloud is bathing other gases and dust around the black hole.

In fact, there’s enough gas and dust present that the black hole could grow to be 6 times its current size—or more than 120 billion times the mass of our sun, Murphy said.

Perhaps even more surprising is that the colossal cosmic reservoir formed when the universe was a mere 1.6 billion years old. “To me, the most exciting aspect of this discovery is that it demonstrates how pervasive water is even at a tenth the current age of the universe,” Murphy said.

“The fact that we have detected such a large amount [of water] at this early stage in the universe is another indication that molecules and chemical enrichment of galaxies were able to occur so rapidly after the big bang.”

Astronomers are hoping to use the find to study how large quantities of water in the young universe may have acted as efficient coolants of the interstellar medium—the thin gas and dust that exists between stars—possibly affecting star formation and the evolution of galaxies such as our Milky Way.

I read somewhere- Seven hundred and fifty light-years from Earth, a young, sunlike star has been found with jets that blast epic quantities of water into interstellar space, shooting out droplets that move faster than a speeding bullet.

The discovery suggests that protostars may be seeding the universe with water. These stellar embryos shoot jets of material from their north and south poles as their growth is fed by infalling dust that circles the bodies in vast disks.

 

Water Vanishes, Only to Reappear

Located in the northern constellation Perseus, the protostar is no more than a hundred thousand years old and remains swaddled in a large cloud—gas and dust from which the star was born.

Using an infrared instrument on the European Space Agency’s Herschel Space Observatory, researchers were able to peer through the cloud and detect telltale light signatures of hydrogen and oxygen atoms—the building blocks of water—moving on and around the star.

After tracing the paths of these atoms, the team concluded that water forms on the star, where temperatures are a few thousand degrees Celsius. But once the droplets enter the outward-spewing jets of gas, 180,000-degree-Fahrenheit (100,000-degree-Celsius) temperatures blast the water back into gaseous form.

Once the hot gases hit the much cooler surrounding material—at about 5,000 times the distance from the sun to Earth—they decelerate, creating a shock front where the gases cool down rapidly, condense, and reform as water, Kristensen said.

Stellar Sprinkler Nourishes Galactic “Garden”

What’s really exciting about the discovery is that it appears to be a stellar rite of passage, the researchers say, which may shed new light on the earliest stages of our own sun’s life—and how water fits into that picture.

“We are only now beginning to understand that sunlike stars probably all undergo a very energetic phase when they are young,” Kristensen said. “It’s at this point in their lives when they spew out a lot of high-velocity material—part of which we now know is water.”

Like a celestial sprinkler system, the star may be enriching the interstellar medium—thin gases that float in the voids between stars. And because the hydrogen and oxygen in water are key components of the dusty disks in which stars form, such protostar sprinklers may be encouraging the growth of further stars, the study says.

More info on how water is fundamental to Bramhanda and the Prakritanda- they are created by JALATATTWA.

And what are we doing here, at least what we should be doing here- Float like the clouds and flow like water!!! To simply BE!!!

The ADHISHTHATA of the Prakritanda is VISHNU, but do not mistake him for the preserver of the Bramhanda. These two VISHNUS are totally different beings.

Then why the identical name?

I have not found any answer to that. I have searched and searched the Agamas and other writings which touch upon this subject but honestly I have found nothing.

If you do happen to know why these beings have synonymous names, is it a xerox, then do let me know.

I think the Pauranic Rishis gave them corresponding names for some occult reason; for making things plainer for the sadhaks, the humans who need not know any more. Who knows?

VISHNU definitely contains some secret beej.

The Yogi must now take on this PRAKRITANDA as his own corporeal self, he must convert it to a vacant corpse, perform shavasana, maintain connection, but retain his awareness as separate from VISHNU, THE ADHISHTHATA, then penetrate this structure; he is superior to the Yogi who has in the process has amalgamated his consciousness with Vishnu.

But this is not the end, not even close to it. It’s just a level and a true seeker will want to rise higher to the great TRUTH!

So the Yogi must continue severe tapas, perform the shavasana on the shava of the Prakritanda.

What boundless bliss, what a profound experience!

Can our punitive mind ever understand this giant expression of sadhana? Can we feel a part of this gigantic phenomena a Yogi goes through- yes, someday, through relentless sadhana.

Imagine what Yog-kriya the Yogi must perform at this stage! What must be the state of consciousness in that adept?

I remember a quote of Carl Jung, “There is no coming to Consciousness without PAIN.” The word PAIN here takes on so many meanings when we are talking about infinite Bramhanda, infinite Prakritandas and Yog-sadhana- what exactly is then the definition of PAIN???

Such a Yogi is called a DIMUNDI YOGI.

The Yogi who has pierced the Prakritanda is of course superior to the Bramhanda conquering Yogi.

At this elevated stage, the Yogi realizes the CHATURVINGSHATI TATTWA or the PRITHVITTATWA & JALATTATWA and he can utilize and manipulate them.

PART- IV

Only one word ‘OM’
I studied
The same word ‘OM’
I reared in my heart,
The same ‘OM’ I learned
And smoothened on a stone:
A bit of grass I was, yet
I changed into gold.

– LALLESHWARI, a revered saint of Kashmir Shaivism.

In all these grandiose cosmic structures discussed, the PRAKRITANDA is not the final arrangement of “INTELLIGENT DESIGN” and is not simply ONE, but INFINITE, exactly like Bramhanda and Prakritanda and OM is the secret frequency which brings spirit into matter.

Think of an analogy to make this clearer, or else it becomes too abstruse. Think you are walking through an apple orchard in Kashmir, the snow has gathered on the numerous red, luscious apples that lay suspended from the trees, similarly such numerous colossal PRAKRITANDAS hang from a mother structure called MAYANDA, the very bosom of Mahamaya.

Maya is none other than the Divine Mother. The mighty weaver, says Ramakrishna Paramhamsa, and the Divine Mother or Mahashakti lays a very severe test for the Yogi.

The Mayanda is a very illusive structure, Maya is a very mysterious force which is the root cause and effect of all these structures discussed.

The Mayanda is very complex and too vast, it is not to be pierced or penetrated easily by even the most advanced Yogis.

To elucidate this point, think of Maya as a massive labyrinthine configuration, with no end and no beginning. Once you have entered this maze, you can keep going, keep trying to find a way out, but it is not to happen, unless you have a special GPRS Devise which can map the labyrinth and calibrate your route towards an exit. Even then you cannot get out- this maze is infinite!!! You have to encompass infinity in your SELF!

To the Avadhuta, this maze, this Mayanda comprised of Maya is a jailhouse, because he knows what exists outside of it- PURE SUBLIME MUKTI!

Imagine you never walked out of you room and someday you are whisked off to the beach. Look around, this is the first time you have seen the ocean, the waves crashing on the shore, the smells, the sounds- all of this will wreak havoc on your senses. Your sensory perceptions are now experiencing what you have never seen, felt, experienced before. And then you are stuffed back into your tiny room and never allowed to go out. Will you not miss the open skies, the gushing winds, the clouds forming shapes in the blue sky? You are bound to crave for the outdoors once you have seen it, similarly the Avadhuta has seen what lies beyond!

“Like the full moon is ATMAN. See IT in ALL. Duality is the product of defective vision. As there is only one moon so there is only ONE ATMAN”, says Bhagawan Dattatreya.

Dattatreya performed Tara Sadhana, just like Vashishta and Sakyamuni Buddha after which they could pierce the Mayanda.

Maya’s primary quality is contrast and separateness, and “We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness,” says Zen Master THICH NHAT HANH.

Yet, Ramakrishna did not shun Maya like the ADVAITIS, he acknowledged her power in life. He was all love and reverence for maya, perceiving in it a mysterious and majestic expression of Divinity. To him maya was his Maa Kali.

 

“Maya . . . is the Mother of the Universe, identical with the Brahman of Vedanta and with the Atman of Yoga, said Thakurmahasaya, it was DAKSHINA KALI standing on Bhairav, her dark form, like dark rain clouds, encasing deep space.

 

Through it he also recognized divine immanence. Even those who realize the absolute in nirvikalpa samdhi are under its jurisdiction as long as they live on the relative plane.

 

“Like the effulgent sun, bringing into existence clouds of different colours and shapes, shining through and standing behind them and thus conjuring up wonderful forms in the blue autumn heaven”, sang Ramakrishna Paramhamsa.

So in a Mayanda infinite Prakritandas float about and in each Prakritanda, infinite Bramhandas exist.

So the main point of understanding is that in all these structures contrast and separateness are inherent, like positive and negative charges, like night and day, and like sleeping and awakening.

The Beings who cohabit these structures have quite an understanding of their I-NESS.

The ego represents what we call reason and sanity, in contrast to the id which contains the passions. SIGMUND FREUD the man who revolutionised Western thought and heralded the period of Modernism studied the psyche of man in great detail. To conclude in his terms, we are a bundle of nerves and slave to chemicals coursing through our bodies. The ego which says- I am a boy, I am black, I am an Indian, this identifying traits makes up the personality.

But we are so much more than just that!

Carl Sagan, the most poetic astrophysicist tells us, “We are a way, for the Cosmos to know itself.” The Ancients are smiling! The Ancient wisdom venerated by the materialistic Western society.

If one does not realize the Unity of ALL THINGS, if this SEPARATENESS of YOU AND I does not cease, if this body identification does not end, then this Mayanda can never be traversed.

This beautiful Mayanda is the creation, participation and implementation of two principle in creation- PURUSHA and PRAKRITI.

Through the inter-play of gunas, Prakriti which is pure creative energy, it binds the Purusha which is the Creative Consciousness which sets in motion this whole reality and all others. Purusha is Unconscious without Prakriti, as Shiva is Shava without Shakti.

As Poe said: “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream”–namely, prakriti, the creative energy in Purusha, the unconscious force of it all.

 

LALLESHWARI, a revered saint of Kashmir Shaivism puts it most eloquently-

“Lalla wilfully entered the garden door (of self).
There.
I saw Shiva and Shakti
Merged in one:
Absorbed in that VISION, I
Dissolved in Him alive.
Realised the essence and,
Tasted the sweetness of
The Divine secret,

I would die while alive
How can He stop me ?

Purusha is the transcendental self or pure consciousness. It is absolute, independent, free, imperceptible, unknowable through other agencies, above any experience by mind or senses and beyond any words or explanations. It remains pure, “nonattributive consciousness”. Purusha is neither produced nor does it produce.

Prakriti is the first cause of the manifest material universe — of everything except the Puruṣa. Prakriti accounts for whatever is physical, both mind and matter-cum-energy or force. Since it is the first principle (tattva) of the universe, it is called the Pradhāna, but, as it is the unconscious and unintelligent principle, it is also called the jaDa. It is composed of three essential characteristics (trigunas). These are:

  • Sattva– poise, fineness, lightness, illumination, and joy;
  • Rajas– dynamism, activity, excitation, and pain;
  • Tamas– inertia, coarseness, heaviness, obstruction, and sloth.

In the beginning this (world) was only the self, in the shape of a person. Looking around he saw nothing else than the self. He first said, ‘I am’ (aham asmi).

—Brihadaranyaka Upanishad 1.4.1

 

The above quote clearly illustrates how Purusha

is the life force of the Mayanda.

 

Maya tends to veil this electric life force.

 

The Atman which is none other than Shiva’s swaroop, or self, has five shaktis embedded in it, and they are but an aspect of the INFINITE power of the Atman.

 

These five shaktis are present in the atman of all JIVA; with their realization, the Atman holds the quality of eternity, it becomes evident as forever, indestructive.

The Atman is All- pervasive, All-knowing, The swatantra ruler of ALL, and complete in ITSELF.

When Atman, the eternal aspect of the Jiva decides to incarnate into a being of flesh and blood, it is similar to an actor who dons new costumes for each role he plays.

Shakespeare did hint at an occult truth when he wrote, ” All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.”

A bit of reflection. The Shivarupi Atman must renounce or veil its perfect knowledge, it must forget the eternal flow of neumenon to phenomenon, of cause and effect, it must enter a new state of awareness, which is restricted.

But to play about in this lilamancha, stage, the Atman has to forget.

Says Sri Krishna in the Bhagavadgita,  “The Paramatman [Supreme Self], the Great Lord [Maheshwara], also called the Supreme Spirit [Parampurusha], is the witness, consenter, supporter, and experiencer in the body” (13:22).

As a result of this intricate game plan, the eternal must resort to the transient.

As a true actor completely forgets his own identity at the time of performance, so must the atman forget it is Shiva.

In the words of Kashmir Shaivism-

asmad rupa samāviṣṭa
svātmanātmanivāraṇe  /
 
śivaḥ karotu nijayā
namaḥ śaktyā tatātmane //
(1st Verse, Śivadṛiṣṭi)

“Let Shiva, who is my Self, let Shiva do  pranam (bow down) to his real nature – to Universal Shiva, by his own Shakti, for removing the bondage and limitation, which is Shiva.”

Now Shiva who has incarnated into you and me, just remembers mundane details. What’s my name, where I live, what ideas I adhere to, whether I thrive in war or peace- that’s all Shiva remembers now.

I know I am Tina, I write, shoot and edit my indie films, I meditate, I love my cats and my beloved, my parents are my support system- blah, blah, blah, this is all just a cacophony drowning the true nada, sweeping away my true identity.

This body- it’s not me, these fingers typing away furiously , nah they are not me, my foot tapping the ground, it’s just a foot, not me!

I am not my heart which pumps blood, I am not my breath which keeps me alive, I am not the words which stream from my consciousness.

I JUST AM- ATMAN!!!

Honestly in this left brained, materialistic, rat-racy world, this truth has no bearing what-so-ever! It’s an empty echo, it’ll make for a good joke. I am not me, tell that to my credit card companies. I do not owe them anything, I am not this limited personality, I am the Atman. Trust me, locked up you shall be, in some psychiatric institution, heavily medicated.

So how can we make sense of this?

Bills have to be paid, the growling stomach has to be fed, the mind has to be stimulated, be it porn or Foucault’s Pendulum, whichever does the trick- and each day rolls by, like a blink of an eyelid of eternity.

Occult knowledge is so very poetic, the metaphysical munchies are so very sumptuous that once you have dipped into its infinite reservoir, there is no going back.

Once you have begun to swim this deep, deep sea, you will never be the same.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—-no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe. -Tagore.

 

Who cannot be touched by these lines?

Clouds are hills in vapour,
hills are clouds in stone, –
a phantasy in time’s dream.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love,
men bring stones.

I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.

Light finds her treasure of colours
through the antagonism of clouds.

My heart to-day smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.

 

Somehow Tagore manages to touch such a deep part of my soul, that for a second, I forget, I forget I am this body and I celebrate the eternity of the Atman!!!

To keep up this “little” drama and the constant change of costumes, Maya utilizes her Shakti, without which nothing can be created and this shakti is termed as KAAL-SHAKTI.

The Atman is beyond KAAL which can be thought of as SAMAY or time, but the Atman must remain under the dictates and confinements of time while playing the role. The character will only be given a restricted amount of time on stage, it cannot be infinite, after all it is a performance!

Imagine Anthony Hopkins in his role as Hannibal Lecter. He reads the script, he gets into character, he does workshops for it, then the final day of shooting arrives. The lights are set, the stage is set, the mikes are in place, his attire, the costume, the makeup, all is in its place; the director shouts, ACTION.

From that moment on till the director says cut, he is Hannibal, not Anthony Hopkins. But once the director has said cut, he retires from the persona of Hannibal and slowly resumes his own identity.

When actors do immensely emotional roles, they can never snap out of character, it takes them several minutes. This is known fact. But at home Anthony Hopkins is not Hannibal, he is himself.

The atman has a particular timeframe to incarnate as a particular individual, and when the lights are out and the show is over, the atman throws away the body, or the costume it was dressed in. The actor has finished shooting, and until he signs another film, he can go on to being JUST HIMSELF!

“You are the Universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.”- MASTER ECKHART TOLLE

The Atman knows no eccentricities, no dissimilarities, it only knows the Universal Unity.

Pashupatinath Shiva, the all-knowing, becomes Pashurupi Jiva, who has limited knowledge.

The power which is internal to Maya, and which in turns veils this infinite knowledge is known as ASHUDHYA VIDYA.

Atman controls KRIYASHAKTI, but Jiva, or us, in most cases are not even aware of Kriyashakti, least of all be in control of it.

But some are aware and they call it FREE WILL, but in this day and age, we are all slaves to the system- THERE IS NO FREE WILL- ALL IS KARMA.

The same way a compact disk isn’t responsible for what’s recorded on it, that’s how we are. You’re about as free to act as a programmed computer. You’re about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill.

CHUCK PALAHNIUK

I have found truth in these lines by Palahniuk, his writing has a certain brand of gritty realism and dark abstraction that appeals to me, he has definitely dabbled in esoteric truths.

KALA is that aspect of Maya by the sense of differentiation occurs. I am me and you are you.

The Atman in its core stage is holding AKHANDA or undivided BLISS, it is established in LOVE and ABUNDANCE, it has no wants, needs or desires.

It is APTAKAM- absolute in itself.

It is quite simple actually- although it may seem repetitive.

The ATMAN has lived infinite lives, it has no thirst for anything, it seeks nothing; when it desires to be housed in flesh, it longs for life, it yearns for experiences.

 

It begins to seek out so many things, new horizons, new experiences, new ideas; which is why the Jivatman is inherently dissatisfied.

It wants, it needs, it craves!

This desire that is evident in the Jiva is created out of an aspect of Maya; it is called RAGA.

So the eternal Shiva, now encased in flesh and bones, blood pumping through his veins, this Shiva is now a mortal man or a woman.

Therefore after this most elaborate discussion we can safely conclude that ATMAN or BHAGAWAN cloaks himself in this mortal garb to become JIVATMAN!

This is the GREAT TRUTH, the penultimate realization of our identity!

The Yogi has come a long way, he still “has miles to go before he SLEEPS”, this achievement will definitely bring its own anti-climax, but for now he has visualized this great Mayanda as his corporeal self; he has become RUDRA.

According to the Agamas, Rudra is the sovereign of the Mayanda.

The Mahayogi who has traversed the Bramhanda, has penetrated the Prakritanda which is Vishnubhumi and has converted them to a corpus delicti, is NOW himself RUDRA.

Finally the yogi through kriya, tapas and sadhana must in turn convert this Mayanda into a relic, a carcass and establish himself on the asana which is the Mayanda!!!

Such a Yogi performing such a shavasana is indeed rare, he is a gem of gems, a true kohinoor.

This Mahayogi is a holder of the TRIMURTI ASANA, and he can control the whole of Maya.

 

PART- V

As consciousness soars higher, there is only purity, bliss, timelessness; it is Vishuddha and is the land of Mahamaya.

This awesome land of Mahamaya, is further divided into three planes.

The realm in question is so vast, that it is really beyond our comprehension.

Earlier we have discussed about Mayanda and how vast it is; it is infinitely huge, but when compared to this realm the Mayanda begins to appear like a tiny speck of sand.

This infinitely colossal structure is termed SHAKTANDA in scriptural literature.

The Mayanda is situated in a far-off, insignificant corner in the SHAKTANDA, just like our solar system, once thought to be the centre of the Milky Way, is actually situated in a far-out, tiny corner of it. When presented with a diagram of the Milky Way and our presence in it, we look insignificant, by “we” I mean our dear Sun and its companions.

If you check out a video which compares the sizes of the celestial bodies, you will see how tiny our Sun looks when compared to Sirius, Arcturus, Aldeberan, Rigel all the way to VY CANIS MAJORIS.

You will be baffled. The computer simulation will make it clearer for your brain to grasp at the magnitude of celestial greatness!

Ah the beauty of the computer era, without which we would never have computed infinity in fractals.

The etymology of the word Shaktanda is from Shakti, the sublime creatrix and Anda, meaning sphere. So to loosely translate, it means the realm of pure consciousness, of unalloyed bliss.

Although in actuality, the Shaktanda has no such divisions, the Pauranic rishis, for the sake of better understanding, have divided this structure into two parts.

The ADHISHTHATA of one half is ISHWARA and of the other is SADASHIV.

Ishwara and Sadashiv are both direct emanation of the PARAMATMAN, yet they both hold dualistic powers.

Ishwara is the symbol of the illusory power or shakti of Paramatman, whereas Sadashiv represents his anugraha or the power of compassion.

Take a moment. Do you now see that the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS plays around with duality in this sphere. Do you see Nigraha and Anugraha- the interplay of these forces take shape here.

Infinite beings, all part of that ATMAN, are troubled and suffering in the mire of samsara.

“Your suffering is my suffering and your happiness is my happiness.” – Buddha

That is why great beings are incarnated to guide us.

It is through the play of all the forces that suffering arises in samsara.

Creation is held together by contrasted forces, so like PRANA and APANA, our reality is balanced by YIN and YAN, duality.

Just like positive and negative charges vibrate inside an atom and matter is formed, so is reality manifested by contrasted forces.

The SHAKTANDA becomes a prison of the mind for some Yogis, even after having come so far.

ISHWARA’S energy is extroverted, while that of SADASHIV is introverted.

By the left hand, the divine ruler pushes atmas into the soup of samsara, and then the right hand grabs these tortured souls to bring them back to the light of self realization, a return to the eternal realm.

Therefore ISHWARA and SADASHIV are two integral aspects of the SHAKTANDA- the external and the internal.

The Yogi enters the Shaktanda, and through diligent tapas begins to transform to Ishwara and Sadashiv, and at that point, the entire Shaktanda becomes his corporeal body; in his body shines infinite Bramhandas, Prakritandas, Mayandas.

The Yogi is both Nigraha and Anugraha rupa- he is both Ishwara and Sadashiv.

BUT the Yogi has still not witnessed all there is to see in this divine creation, in the realm of Maa Mahashakti.

Yes Sadashiv and Ishwara are the so-called highest aspects of the mayavik realm, but they are NOT ENTIRELY INDEPENDENT!!!

So again, the long journey of infinite steps must begin with one, the Yogi must now traverse the Shaktanda.

Ishwara and Sadashiv, although supreme GODS, are only representatives of the will and power of PARAMESHWARA, who invites them to take command of these posts, to perform their designated karma, to continue the game, watch over it. Of course their karmic equations must be at par with holding these “posts”.

The Yogi will have to metamorphose his body, the Shaktanda, into a shava, a cadaver, and like before, establish his awareness on this asana, which is the bodies of Ishwara and Sadashiv. This is the explanation of the esoteric PANCHAMUNDI ASANA.

Bramha, Vishnu, Rudra, Ishwara and Sadashiv are now PANCHAPRETAS, the five great spirits of yoke, and the yogi domiciliates his consciousness over this sacred asana of the panchapretas.

Now the yogi is illuminated and radiant like a trillion, trillion Suns.

The Panchamundi asana is in fact the asana of Sadashiv; Bramha and the rest are all just parts of him. Sadashiv must be a shava in this sadhana, and on his chest stands the form of the divine MOTHER- she is Mahakali and it is actually she, who is seated on the Panchamundi.

The Yogi finds himself in the lotus feet of Mahakali and gains infinite wisdom.

The rishis have termed Panchamundi as a Krishna-paksha sadhana.

Here, let’s take a detour to delve into the immense ocean of SAMKHYA philosophy; let us acquaint ourselves with SAGE KAPILA’S teachings.

Kapila denies the existence of GOD AS CREATOR; there is no need for a personal GOD, as PRAKRITI in her magnificence performs all creation.

The sage, just like Buddha and numerous enlightened beings, realized that all we are trying to do is swim across the miry soup of existence, the illusory samsara, to realize our SWATANTRATA, our independence.

Numerous beings remain trapped in this holographic reality, not knowing what to do or what keeps hitting them, they are lost, in pursuit of useless things.

But the Yogi through his kriya, enters a Manvantara and after Mahapralaya, when the cycle begins anew, he is ready to be a Bramha, Vishnu and Shiva; but he may decide to be born as a mere mortal, as that way he does not remain restricted as these high beings with such supernal responsibilities, but through kriya and tapas, he can rise higher.

In fact we all will be GODS in different cycles of creation.

Kapila says, “GODS” are all temporal, there can be no eternal GOD who is the adhishthata of all; there is only existence of all these Bramhandas, Prakritandas, Mayandas and Shaktandas in the mahat of the Yogi.

Sage Kapila says everything exists in us, the visible exists in the seer, the knowledge in the knower.

So without a creator, preserver and destroyer, the acts of creation, preservation and destruction could not be possible; and each cycle must then have a new Bramha, Vishnu and Shiva, they are not permanent, but just “posts”.

But the Navamundi yogi has no desire for posts, he wants to be seated in Maa Kali’s lap and see the drama unfolding, the sublime drama of the creatrix.

 

Shokoli tomari iccha, iccha moyi tara tumi, tomar kormo tumi koro maa, loke bole kori aami…Sadhak Ramprasad, Panchamundi Yogi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. …..

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

John Donne