WHO AM I?

-YOGA VASISTHACommentary and Translation

by Swami Shyamendra Paramahansa
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Upasama Prakarana Section

These wonderful discourses of Sage Vasistha showered nectar in the hearts of all
listeners. Their happy faces looked like bloomed lotuses of autumn. As soon as
Vasistha stopped, pin-drop silence spread. Ladies kept glancing unwinkingly at
the stage where Sri Rama along with his brothers were sitting with Sage Vasistha
alongside King Dasaratha and Sage Visvamitra. Everyone offered their respect
and left for night rest.
In the night Sri Rama began his contemplation---Who is the wanderer in this world dream?
--From where all these beings have come and where do they go?
--What is the nature of mind? How will it have peace?
--From where arises the maya? How is it destroyed?
--How ego enters in our interactions?
--Like an alligator grabbed a mighty elephant world has captured the human
soul; how could it be freed?
--Fallen into the spider web of illusion of "I, my, me" all are suffering; what is
the remedy?
--This ghost of world-appearance is becoming heavier and heavier, harder and
harder. In the clouds of sensual necessities my intuition and insights are getting
lost; what is the remedy?
--When will I attain peace?
--When shall I find eternal rest in my true Self?
--Oh, when I will drop my burning fever of "I, my, me" notions?
--When will my mind stay calm like a flame in an airless room?
--When I shall be separate from this stinky body?
--Intellect you are my sister. You memorize exactly what Gurudev has said.
First, was dispassion. Second was liberation interaction. Third was origin.
Fourth was maintenance. Remember them over and over. Unless decided firmly
all actions are fruitless.
The cloud of autumn appears great but contains no water, and therefore
fruitless. So also without bearing the information in one's heart, without
upholding the knowledge in mind, nothing succeeds.

Contemplating thus, Prince Rama entered into deep state of Mystic trance. It
fulfilled the need of sleep. Night passed. Morning raga echoed. After bath in
holy Sarayu river all brothers came to Sage Vasistha's ashram.
It was still predawn darkness prevailing. Sage was absorbed deep in
meditation. All brothers offered their obeisances and stood folded hands. As
sunrays spread goldenizing all the directions, kings, princes and Sages arrived
from many directions. Sage opened his eyes... all offered obeisances. Sage
blessed them all.
Then holding the hands of Sage Visvamitra, Vasistha rode on the royal chariot
and came to King Dasaratha's palace. Among great jubilation they all took
delicious breakfast, then came to the Royal assembly, sat on a golden throne, Sri
Rama in his front. All members after them. Sunrays peeped in, lotuses
blossomed, perfumes spread, ladies sat on the balcony and King Dasaratha said:
"Holy Sire, just like gems and jewels come out from the ocean, likewise great
words of wisdom flow from you. Your words are eye openers which feel like
ointment, shower of nectar, dispeller of darkness of ignorance. Please begin your
dialogue, dispeller of darkness of ignorance. Please begin. We are ready." Then
he turned to his son Sri Rama.
"My dear lotus eyed son Rama, as before, please ask whatever questions you
have to the Sage which have been bothering you all along. Together with you we
all will be sanctified hearing these wonderful narrations."
Seeing all eager to hear, Sage Vasistha looked at Sri Rama and began his
discourse. King Janaka was very generous and patient. He was like a desire tree
to the needy, like sunrise to the lotuses of friends and kinsmen, like spring season
to the family members, like cupid to the ladies. He was like a full moon to the
lily of divine experience. He has a most beautiful garden named Baga Tadag.
After finishing his royal duties he entered the garden along with his close
friends. It was a beautiful scene. Flowers were blooming, birds were chirping,
peacocks dancing, cuckoos cooing, lotus perfume spreading with the coolness of
the sparkling water-filled pond. King was absorbed in the loveliness of nature
and moved alone in the dense bushes while friends stayed near the temple
conversing with each other.
While he was lost in beauty of flowers, clear sky, green trees and singing
birds, he heard a new extraordinary song in his sanskrit.
"Oh, how wonderful, it is now I see the bliss which is felt in intellect by union
of sight and the seer and separation of the unwanted and achievement of most
desirous is not at all from anywhere else but from my own Self." One song
completed.
"Oh my, please get off, rise above the seer, seeing and sight along with passion
of desperation. Before the seeing which is illustrious, through light of whom all
are lit I meditate on that experience of Self." Second Siddha sang.
"That which is spotless, reflectionless, beyond mind, nature of non-dual pure
existence I meditate on that." Sang the third.
"The one which is in between seer and the seen, yes and no, is and not is one
which is the very existence of all that is and lights the sun and the moon and all
the eyes of the world I meditate upon that Self." Sang the fourth.

"The Supreme God who is sa in start and ha at end of name but truly is
endless, eternal, bliss, residing in all hearts and feels to us in the form of ego. I
meditate unto him."
"Those who avoid this Self go to other Lords with great expectations are
looking for trash abandoning diamonds and sapphires." Sang the sixth Siddha.
"One who relinquishes all hopes he accomplishes and poisonous vines of hope
are rooted out." Sang the seventh Siddha.
Hearing this song of Siddhas, King returned to his palace and went to the
terrace and looking around the capital he became despondent. So much so that
he began to cry. "Oh this mind has dropped me in this pit of body
consciousness. Mind is a piece of ice, inert, hard, solid stone like. But by the
heat of sun discretion it is melting away. Now I am who I was." Long time
passed.
The maid came and said, "Please rise and take bath. Dusk is approaching
fast. All maids are standing with pitchers in hand. Food is cooking in the
kitchen. Perfume of ghee, cumin and hing frying is coming." King sank in long
contemplation again. Then he got up and walked like a sleep figure. As if the
world is too unimportant and unnecessary he would perform all his activities in
total indifference but miracle it would be as efficient and skillful as any smartest
men could have done it.
STORY OF PUNYA & PAVANA
On the top high hills of Mount Mahendra there was a town of sages -- like
Hitaites or Amise. Its huge mountain peaks have gone all the way up to
Bramhaloka. On that hill there was a Desire tree under which celestials used to
rest. Fountains, parks, peacocks, cuckoos, swan soundings, deers leaping, birds
chirping. All animals were enjoying the peace. Many sages lived in the valley.
There was a couple, Dirghatapa by name who had two most handsome sons -Punya and Pavana. Punya was bright, Pavana was dull. They used to paly on
the forest paths with other muni's sons.
After sometime the couple left their bodies. Panic arose in the heart of all the
family Pavana was crying bitterly. After performing all the last rites on the
fifteenth day, both brothers sat together.
"Dear brother, why do you cry? Our parents have gone to the planet of Bliss
eternal. They have gone to greater joy. Neither anyone was your mother nor
father, nor anyone will be. Out of ignorance upon many you assumed this
relationship. Not only with them but with many others. You had thousands of
mothers and thousands of fathers. Why don't you lament for them. It is a
mirage. Brother, see neither you are nor world nor these sights. Toss away these
from your heart. It is born out of your will. It is no truth. World is a river of
mirage in the desert. It evolves innumerable waves of good and bad, auspicious
and inauspicious, and submerges at last.
"As dust particles you see wavering in there so that many friends and parents
you had before. All the tears you had shed for them, if we collect them, will

make another Atlantic ocean. If we make one whole cemetery for them it will
make a whole continent turn into a cemetery. For whom do you lament, what
for, what do you derive?
"Many times you became a deer, you had parents and friends then also. Why
don't you cry for them too? You were an elephant, you had a family then too.
You were a tree once. Other trees were your kinsmen. You were a crocodile in a
lake. In Dasarna State you were a crow. In Tusarna State you were a Prince. In
Bengal you were an elephant, in Siberia you were a donkey. In Malava State you
were a snake and a tree. In Kosal you were a bramhin. In China you were a
business man. In Poland you were a woman. In Italy's Vatican garden you were
a spiritual master. In England you became a king again in the Druid race. In
Egypt you were a minister. In Gaul you were a laborer. In Himalayas you were
a pond. In Kashmir you were a lotus in Dale lake.
Dear Brother, as passionate clinging you evolved in your mind strong enough
to become your last thought at times of death those bodies you got. And there
and there you became involved in them, instead of trying hard to get free. You
developed relationships with wife, kids, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, their kids,
keeping your prestige up you remained busy. Terribly busy. And that foolish
busyness remained the matter of your dignity. Never you felt ashamed to say
yourself is too busy to do the right thing to search for the Self. You remained
dull and a dunce.
"Brother, me too like yourself, I also went on transmigrating body after body
after body. In the same these forests I strolled as a camel. I remember being a
tree, bird, swan, king, deer; you were then my elder brother, for ten years we
lived together. But now I am awakened. I wish you too, wiping out your fantasy
and illusion, be enlightened."
Hearing these wise words of his brother, Pavana also became enlightened.
Then both hand in hand together strolled innumerable hills, dales and valleys.
They rested under many trees, drank and ate beside many rivers. Traveled to
many countries. At last when the oil is consumed, flame extinguishes, their
individual Self became one with Cosmic-Self -- Bramha.
STORY OF KING BALI
In the subterranian regions the most beautiful and breaktaking place is Sutal
loka. It is all white land with magnificent scenes and sights. There lived King
Bali, the conquerer of all the worlds above and below. He enjoyed his
government for eons and eons. He saw ages after ages passing. He saw the
whole world whipping off and a new one being created and that too died, then
came another new one. He became sorrowful upon the everchanging phase of
the world. He developed a quest to know the never-changing aspect of Realty.
He approached his Reverend Father who was a wiseman.
"There is a place, O dear son, upon which innumerable worlds appear,
oceans, rivers, mountains, sun, moon and stars too. And there is one silent
performer of all. He has a minister. He makes anyone and everyone his

minister. His minister is invincible and powerful. Not even gods can subdue and
control him. The minister does everything. King is silent. He always stays
behind the curtain. Never comes out. Minister is too troublesome. He creates
all problems. But as soon as one visits the king he troubles no more. It is
impossible to win the heart of the minister without seeing the king. And without
seeing the king it is impossible to please the minister. This catch-22 trap is
always there.
One has to try for both simultaneously.
This place is known as Liberation. Self is the king. Mind is the minister.
Conquering him one conquers the whole world. How to conquer mind?
This minister is intoxicated by joys of the five senses of perception... seeing
various things, hearing music or sweet words, feeling nice touch, tasting,
smelling nice smell etc. It is like an elephant drunk with this wine. When you
withdraw your fascination from these five you encounter the aatmaa in the state
of Mystic Trance (samadhi).
How to do it?
Close your eyes, that is conquering the eyes. Do not think of the past, that is
conquering the rest of the senses. Do not worry. Just stay in the present.
Relinquish sense gratifications. Then you see the king, the Self, and then the
minister is okay; he never bothers.
Bali began practicing day in, day out. One day he felt to visit his spiritual
master, Sage Shukra. He remembered him. And then Shukra appeared in front
of his disciple. His heart bloomed with pleasure like a flower. He offered him a
throne and worshipped him.
"Holy Sire, I would like to know who am I? Who are you and what is this
world?" Bali asked.
"You are effulgence of consciousness. And what you are and what this whole
world is is the same. This effulgence of consciousness is Bramha."
Bali wanted to ask and hear more but Shukra was in a hurry. He said, "I
have an urgent emergency to peform so I am going right now to the milky way. I
must be with seven Sages within moments. You should contemplate on this
dictum. And I will come and we will talk." He took leave.
King Bali sat cross-legged, spine straight, eyes closed, and began
contemplation... he entered into the Atlantic depths of Mystic Trance. Days,
weeks, months and years rolled by and he didn't move. Like a curved statue he
remained seated transcended and submerged into the Divine.
All ministers, family members, friends and VIPs, even great persons from
other planets came, and with immense curiousity peeked inside through the
gemmed window to see what he was doing. Great vidyadharas, nagas, Rambha
and Tilotamaa came and watched. Some were joyous, others concerned, still
others afraid.
Daityas (people of his race) remembered Sage Shukra, their spiritual master,
who lived in his own planet in our Solar system. He can be contacted in times of
need. Then in a short time there he appeared -- illustrious. All daityas offered a
seat on the golden throne and worshipped him. He opened the door and silently

walked in and along with him all people. He came close and became very happy
to see that he truly understood his short message.
After full observation he informed all people -- that it is not proper to awaken
him at this moment. Let him be in the laudable state. In time he will wake up
on his own.
After one thousand celestial years King Bali opened his eyes. Then flowers
showered, kettle drums echoed, and all people sang songs of joy and celebration.
The King opened his large eyes, looked around and wondered, "Oh, what
happened? I was thrown out into a dry desert from the lands of bliss and love
and peace... why?" Later, he thought, "Let me enter into meditation again."
All the daityas ran down and bowed to him again and again. And with eyes
filled with tears of love and request, asked him to stay with them and not leave.
Bali thought for awhile and said, "Okay." He stood up, took bath, wore fresh
clothes, ate breakfast and began to take care of his royal duties. He acted then
expecting nothing. He was doing the most important thing, the supreme welfare
of the State and he was constantly busy. He was performing his duties according
to dharma and most efficiently. He was doing all and everything the best, the
superb, but as if doing nothing just existing.(footnote 1) This was his life.
THE STORY OF PRALHAD
Among King Bali's ancestors, Hiranyakasupu was extremely powerful. The
mystery of his power was his immense austerity. He had gone to Mount Mandar
and stood on his one foot on his toe. Raising his hand up, staring at the sky, he
meditated. By the power of his immense concentration, fire and smoke rose and
spread from his head. It began scorching all directions. Rivers and the ocean
began to boil. Earth and mountains began to shake. Planets and stars began to
break and fall like fruit from the tree. Heat of very hot air spread all over the
world. Planet Svah was scorched. They hurried to Bramhaa ji. He consoled
them and himself came to Hiranya's hermitage. Bhrigu, Daksa and others too,
joined him. They couldn't see him. All there was was clay, worms, grass and
bamboo shoots which had covered him. Ants had eaten all his flesh, drank up all
his blood. Only a skeleton was left, but still by his power he was scorching the
whole world.
Bramhaa ji sprinkled holy water from his golden kamandalu, then as if fire
would have lit up from trash and drain, he stood up all fresh, young with a
golden rock-like body, very handsome and elegant. He bowed down and
eulogized with heartfelt psalms of Samaveda.
"Varambruhi -- ask for benediction." Pleased, Bramhaa ji said at last.
"Give me, O Lord, immortality." He asked.
"Everyone who is born has to die some day." Bramhaa ji said.
"Okay, then let me not die by anyone from your creation. No man, no
woman, no animal, no god, no cobra. Neither in day nor night, nor inside nor
outside, nor by weapon, nor on earth nor in the sky. Give me all prosperity and
power of the whole world."

"Evamastu -- so be it." He said and disappeared.

He came back, reinhabited his city which was smashed and ruined by attacks
of his enemies in his absence. Mulasthan, nowadays Mulataan (in Pakistan)
began shining and shimmering once again with unlimited wealth and
enthusiasm. One by one he conquered all countries of the world. All the planets
and stars. All great dignitaries of different planets were brought to do regular
job s of servants. In his palace -- garnet stairs, crystal walls, diamond pillars,
pearl chandeliers, amber chairs and white silk canopy spread moonshine all
around. Nymphs walked dancing around ringing their anklets on gemmed
floors of Hiranya's palace.
All celestials offered him tributes. He became so powerful that from the sky
he would grab and eat himself the oblations offered on planet Earth on its way to
be food for celestials, manes and other gods. Throughout all countries of the
world his empire extended. Without plough, without seed-sowing, lands
produced plentiful harvest.
Whatever he wished sky gave him all. Whenever he wished sky would turn
itself into a vast television set and show everything he wished to see and know
and entertain him daily. Oceans with rivers poured gems and jewels daily.
Mountains and valleys created places for his amorous sports. Trees offered
fruits all times of all seasons. Thousands of years passed this way. Hiranya
became the supreme power in the entire cosmic egg.
He had a most beautiful wife, Kayaadhu was her name. He had four sons.
The youngest was Pralhaada ji. He was calm, true to his word. He was so
humble and serviceful to the holy men, to the poor affectionate like a father.
Even in great trouble he would not go shaken. To the joys of the world and
beyond he had no attraction.
One night he was sleeping on his diamond studded bed on soft milky silk under a
moon white canopy. Perfume was spreading. His eyes were closed and he saw a
magnificent man in his dream.
His lotus feet were shimmering with three lights -- reddish, white and blue.
His soles had prints of lotus, conch, flag, gode and temple etc. Yellow silk edges
touching -- immense light was pushing down off the darkness of ignorance from
the heart. He saw his form as if made of live sapphire. His kneecaps, thighs,
loin; his stomach, pearl necklaces covered chest, hands, neck, chin, cheeks, lips,
lotus eyes, forehead, head and hair, crown and earrings. He had four hands
holding conch, discus, club and lotus. And he was smiling; his nose, earrings
reflecting upon his cheeks. Long eyebrows, large almost ear touching eyes.
Compassion and love overflowed from his eyes.
bhrtya nu kampit dhiyeh grhit murteh
sanchintayet bhagavato vadanaravindam
yadvisphuran makar kundal valgiten
vidyotitamal kapol mudar nasam
hasam hare ravanatakhil loka tivra
sokasru sagar visosana matyudaram

His smiling spread and spread in and throughout the universe. Then he saw he
is laughing. Oh such a gracious, elegant laughter as if drying up the oceans of
tears of lamentation, so generous, so widehearted, so majestic is he. Then he saw
his open deep belly laugh echoing and reechoing in the whole universe. His red
lips as if imprinted red, his white teeth... Oh, Oh, and Pralhaad shouted, "O
dear, O Beloved, O my Lord, I love you I love you." And he woke up. Since then
a new life began.
Since then, playing with his friends, roaming in his palace, talking to his
mom, learning in his school, he would suddenly enter into the trance of deep
experience of love. He would be sitting in the park, in the garden, near the
swimming pool and he would go still and silent and immovable. Submerged in
meditation of that Lord of beauty. Sometimes he would experience that
beautiful compassionate Lord has come and has assumed a small boy form, with
peacock feather tucked crown on his long curly hair. Same yellow silk, same
smile and grace. A small flute in his hands and lo, for him he is playing it and
sweet, nectarine sound is echoing and reechoing. Pralhaad is lost in oblivion like
his Radha.
Sometimes he would assume a different boy form of zircony light. Princely
elegance, shining crown, yellow silk, gems and pearl necklaces, golden bow and
arrow shimmering and nearby hibiscus perfuming. And he would sink in love
and devotion. He felt he has so much love in his heart that he is embracing him.
He is placing him in his lap.
Walking, talking, eating, drinking, studying, even while sleeping, he
experienced the sweet ambrosial embrace of the Lord. Sometimes he felt Lord
has gone away, away, so far away leaving him alone. And suddenly everything
felt like a deserted, ruined, ghost haunted place of cemetery, even though he is in
his so gorgeous palace, even though he is near his so compassionate mom, even
though he is near his so powerful, rich and famous father. And he would feel so
lonely that he would cry. At times he felt he was hiding in the nearby bushes and
he came and he is standing right in front and he would become so happy that he
would laugh loudly -- a belly laugh. Then he would sing songs of love too. Not
only this he would begin to dance also. At times he would imitate him. He felt a
soft, gentle loving touch in his heart and he would sit still and lost for hours.
Other times he would go thrilled, tears streaming from his eyes.
One morning Pralhaad was visiting his father along with his two teachers,
Sanda and Amarka. Hiranya was in in his royal assembly sitting on his billion
dollar throne. He postponed all engagements and picked up his son and placed
him on his lap and fondling his hair, asked.
"My dear son, tell me what is the best among all you studied so far?"
"The root cause of all agitation and irritation is I-ness and my-ness.
Dropping it off like a dark well covered with grass, people of the world should do
only one thing with all their heart," said Pralhaad.
"I see, what is that they should do, son?"
"Listening and reading the pastimes of the Lord, conversing and singing
them, remembering them, serving them, worshipping, offering obeisances,

meditating on his form and serving him as servant, playing with him like a
friend, dedicating oneself with all one's heart like a beloved consort. These nine
symptomed devotions I consider the best among all what I studied so far."
Hearing this, Hiranya's eyes rolled with anger, trembling with immense
wrath he threw the boy on the floor and scolded the teachers. At once he
ordered the death sentence for Pralhaad. The killer saw his spears and swords
do not hurt Pralhaad. They enter in his body but the hurt went in the air and his
body remains intact, not even a wound is formed. Then he was taken and placed
under the feet of mighty mad elephants; he did not die. He was thrown among
cobras. They bit him; he did not die. He was hurled and dashed down from a
hilltop; he did not die. A treacherous created goblin grabbed him but he did not
die.
He was made to drink deadly poison; he did not die. The great magician
Shambar was called. He tried to kill him through magical feats but he remained
undaunted. He was starved, locked in a dark cell, left in a hail storm, put in an
ice cold refrigerator, in a burning fire, tied with a rope he was hurled and
thrown in the ocean but assuming a beautiful form ocean welcomed him, untied
him, consoled and placed him on the beach. He was crushed under the rock, but
he did not die. He lived on.
With all these failures, Hiranyu's wrath increased. He was surprised too and
one day he himself prepared to kill him.
"Who is your Lord in the name of whom you are so confident, so protected
and so independent -- who is it and where does he live?"
"Father, please give up your demonicity and see the Lord, my beloved is here,
there and everywhere. He is even your own power. Being equal in all and loving
all is greatest form of his worship. If you can believe me he is right here, in this
pillar." Pralhaad said calmly.
Hiranya stared and jumped down and dashed a heavy blow of his fist upon
that diamond pillar. It broke into two halves. Ear rending sound spread and
like lightening a half lion and half man gorgeous being appeared. He was almost
ceiling touching tall. He was roaring like an angry lion. He was dangerous, his
jaws were horrifying, his tongues and teeth were sharp like sword, eyebrows
turned, big nose, open mouth, wide chest, thin loin, moonray like hair on the
body. Many hands holding weapons. His nails were like axes. He roared and
roared bringing earthquake and storm. Soldiers ran down and attacked on
Lord Narsimha. He killed them all.
Then Hiranya jumped down again, and a fierceful fight ensued. He dashed
his mighty club on the Lord but he grabbed him with the club but he slipped
away. Both fought for a long time. Then the Lord grabbed him like a cobra
picks up a rat, carried him at the doorway, placed him on his thighs. It was time
when dusk was approaching when he pierced the sharp nails of his hands and
tore his belly as an eagle tears away the snake. He was licking the edges of his
mouth and blood drops adorned his hair. Killing him he took out his intestines
and wore a garland of them and dashed his dead body on the ground. His army
ran there to kill him but Narsimha killed most of them.

The golden hair of his neck and light of his face and eyes shone like sun. Eyes
blinded in his light. And then he went and sat on the high throne of Hiranya's
royal assembly.
All celestials came with Bramhaa, Lord Shiva, Laksmi and Indra too and
eulogized. But no response. No one dared to come closer to him. He was hot,
shining and angry. At last they sent to little Pralhaad who went closer. As soon
as Lord saw him, the sweet simple boy, he immediately picked him up and
placed him on his lap and out of great love licked him and said.
"My dear Pralhaad, oh, so soft your body, softer is your heart, and so cruel
persecution of that demon -- I am so sorry. If I am late, please forgive me."
Hearing the compassionate words of the Lord all celestials showered flowers
and shouted, "All glories to Thee, Jai Jai!"
Pralhaad's devotion combined with Lord Narsimha's compassion became
effulgent light of lovetrance. And Pralhaad became enlightened. He felt as if,
elephants cannot be accommodated in a hole of a snake, he cannot be
accommodated in the world. And the entire world celebrated a festival of his
enlightenment.
Lord Narsimha coronated him -- to that five year old boy and the universe
danced in ecstasy. Now Pralhaad's reign began. It continued peacefully for
thousands of years.
One day Pralhaad entered in nirvikalp samadhi -- same state of Lovetrance
where he was overflooded by bliss, love and awareness. He sat for another set of
five thousand years. Daityas tried hard but couldn't wake him up. At last Lord
Visnu came on his mighty Garuda. All cheered when he blew his snow white
Panchajanya conch. He entered the palace. All were surrounding him. He
entered into the same trance of meditation where Pralhaad was and he brought
him out to the physical level of life. A great celebration started. A dharma
empire was established. All citizens worked hard on realizing their true Self
either through deep love (nine symptomed devotion) or through knowledge.

STORY OF GANDHI
In the same Kosala State, once upon a time there lived a bramhin near Sarayu
river. He was well versed in all the knowledge. He was peaceful, silent, introvert
and contemplative. He was faraway from what is going on in the world.
Once he decided to meditate for a long time. He found a most beautiful spot.
Lotuses and lilies bloomed and spread perfume all day and all night, black deers
roamed, and peacocks danced. He made a deluxe cottage, sowed vines and
bushes all around and sat in deep meditation. Eight years passed. Lord Visnu
appeared and asked,
"Varambruhi. Please ask whatever you wish for."
"My Lord, I just wanted to see you. Oh, you are so beautiful."
"That is correct but ask for anything."

"Evamastu -- so be it." He said and vanished.

A long time passed happily. One day at the end of taking a bath in the river
he was chanting aghamarsan (sin absolving) mantras while still standing in navel
deep water.
Suddenly his mind slipped and he saw clearly exactly as in the waking state in
his home. Then he saw he just died. Family members are crying, his corpse is
decomposing. His mother is holding his dead body until all kinsmen arrived.
They gathered like birds and carried it to the cemetery, placed it on the pyre and
set fire. It burned into ashes. They came back to the home.
Then he saw himself entering in the womb of a corpse-eater chandali (a
special tribe who eat corpses as part of taking charge of keeping the streets
clean) like a worm. In ten months he came out as a ripened fruit from the tree.
He grew up as a tree grows. He was handsome. His mother loved him as did all
the family. He became sixteen years old. He would take a group of his dogs and
go to the forest for hunting, killing deers, birds and other animals. He was
married and many kids were born.
Suddenly a famine spread and all began dying. His wife, his kids all died, so
he left the village and walked and walked. He reached a State called Krant
desha where the king had just died leaving no son. As a custom an elephant with
a garland was released among all people, of the city and from abroad. The
elephant moved around with his trunk lifted up holding the most valuable
garland. As soon as he saw him he placed the garland on his neck and lifting
him up by his trunk set him on his back. The crowd rejoiced, and soon he was
coronated. He concealed his caste.
He married with a beautiful wife, and began living like a king. Adorned with
innumerable valuable gems, pearls and diamonds, golden ornaments and silk
suits he enjoyed life for eight years. Once, surrounded by his friends, kinsmen
and a small army, he was going for hunting. On his way he came close to a
colony of chandalas. One of the chandalas recognized him. He also had left
during the famine.
"Oh dear brother, how are you? I knew your talent of singing songs will
attract great wealth one day. Where are you now -- has the king hired you for
his musician?" He embraced him and requested him to visit his home.
King wanted him to get lost but he was overwhelmed with emotion. He didn't
leave, and everybody knew he was a chandala. They lamented, "Oh, they lost
the purity of their caste." The news spread all around. When the king returned
to his palace people ran away. Priests looked into the scriptures and couldn't
find any remedy for the sin of associating and dining with a chandala.
At last a huge fire was set in the middle of the city and like moths all the royal
family -- men, women, all began entering into the fire. His most beloved queen
lamenting seriously entered the fire. King saw and felt ashamed, humiliated and
heartbroken. He too came to the fire and jumped into the burning flame. When
the king felt the burning pain the body of the bramhin Gandhi shook which was
still in the water -- standing navel deep reciting the mantra. It was only twelve
minutes that passed. He completed the oblution. But his heart kept wondering.

Whatever he saw was so clear that he became puzzled and confused. He kept
thinking of the vow -- what a terrible stand did I witness. He came to his
hermitage and lived there a few days when he decided to go to his home and
check it out. But then a bramhin guest came from faraway. He hosted him for
many days. He was so lean and thin. He brought herbs, roots and fruits that
can serve as tonic for his weakness. One night he asked, "Why are you so
weak?"
"Because I reduce one morsel of my meals each passing day in dark fortnight.
On the 15th I observe total fast. From the next day I increase one by one morsel
till fifteen days. This I have done as a twelve krichra chandrayan fast."
"Sir, but that is done as confession to one's severe sin?" Gandhi asked.
"Yes, I did one. Not just one, hundreds of them. In fact I stayed in Kranta
State, I didn't know the king was a chandala. It was only the last day it was
revealed when a huge fire was set in midtown and all bramhins and ksatriyas
entered the fire. I was out of the city boundary so I didn't enter the fire but still
I needed to clean myself."
Gandhi was struck with wonder. After the guest left he decided to visit the
place by himself.
He walked. Like a camel looking for thorns reaches into the jungle of thorns
he arrived at that village of chandalas. To his surprise he saw the place where he
used to come daily to work in the field when he grew young. He saw creepers
and trees he had planted. Some are dead, leafless, still standing, others still
green with flowers. Animals he had killed and placed their skeletons on certain
treetops he saw them too.
Then he entered the chandala village near his home. It was so dirty, so
stinking, nauseatic, vomiting -- stink of dead animals, stink of leather being
cooked, stink of bones being cooked to make glue, lipstick, candles, glycerin etc.
There he used to play with other dirty, stinking boys. Some of them are still
around. Now they are old with white hair, broken teeth, rest of them yellow,
rotten; their bodies smelly, clothes sweaty. Children defecated nearby. He also
saw the pub where he used to drink wine. There it was he was married with
another ugly, stinky, harsh-toned woman whose only quality was to produce
babies and babysit them. Seeing all these he was shocked and great dispassion
arose.
He met a few persons and asked, "Do you remember here was a chandala with a
large black body who used to sing?"
"Oh yes, his name was Kantakjal (thorny water). He was born here, we played
together. Never went to school. -----------"Just like the crow keeps on uttering harsh words eating left over impure
food stuff, same way mind sitting in the unclean home of this flesh, blood and
bone infested body keeps on running after anti-Self realisational substances like
sensational objects. Never is it quiet. Due to evil urges it is black like the crow.
As the crow has only one eye on each side of it's head, the mind is also only an

imitation of this limited vision as well because it rushes around looking for ways
to get sense objects.
"As to this inauspicious crow, Prince Rama, shoot it down by the pistol of
pious thinking.
"Mind is a vulture. To get flesh of sensual joy it hovers all around. Wherever
it sees hot dog of ego it jumps down and grabs. Better shoot it by the bullet of
discretion.
"Mind is lika a ghost. As a ghost possessed, haunted man talks meaningless
and suffers for no reason, similarly people of the world are suffering. Every one
is possessed and obsessed by both -- mind, the Mr. Ghost, and hankering, the
Mrs. Ghost. This Mr. and Mrs. Ghost can only be exorcised by mantra of
dispassion. Get them out. Kick out all these little apparition, goblins and
vampires which provoke identification with anything else other than the Self.
Got to do that.
"Mind is like a monkey. The one which is very restless. Monkey sits on one
treetop, then it jumps onto another. You have to tame it. Wisely allure him for
spiritual gifts. Allure him, if he follows certain descipline, he can be allowed one
nonharmful sense gratification. Thus make him change his habit.
"Mind is like a rope, like a fetter. The whole world is chained up with the
hard knots of doer, action and their binding impressions. As there are
innumerable slaves tied in one rope so also all people are tied with one cosmic
mind. To that thick heavy rope, please cut through with the knife of
disassociation and detachment.
"Prince, this mind is a python. It is full of poison of hankering for sense
gratification. And with its horrifying hiss and sting it has burned down the most
beautiful lotuses of shama (mental control), dama (sense control) and dhairya
(patience). No one can kill this wicked python unless the discretion eagle arises
in the sky of your life. When this python is dead you become enlightened.
It cannot be destroyed by weapons of suffering fortune and death fire. It
disappears only by association of saints and study of scriptures.
"This mind is a cloud. Hankering lightening illumines. Wherever it rains it
destroys the harvest of wisdom and lotuses of sense and mental disciplines. By
the mantra of auspicious search for Truth it disperses.
"Rama, through the weapon of mind pierce the mind and drop both of them.
Function through intuition, then through consciousness itself."
STORY OF UDDALAK
"Prince Rama, the tendency of mind is double edged, sharp sword. It is either
positive or negative. Both are killer edges. Do not be allured. Drop it
considering it false. The vine of knowledge which is gotten by occasional
auspicious place and time, sprinkle it with water of discretion. As long as body
has not gotten old, weak and dropped dead, use intense self effort to make
yourself generous and become free from the world. This body is not you. You
are Pure Consciousness. Listen, I shall tell you the story of Uddalak. He
attained the Supreme by exposition of elements.

"O Prince, before his youth came he developed a quest and proceeded to
Himalayas. He found a beautiful place in the Valley of Flowers near Hemkund.
Sitting in his cave overlooking Danda Puskarini lake he began to wonder -- why
do you run to persons of sensational objects relinquishing the nectar of Self
experience? All these efforts of yours are just for extra misery.
"O mind, identifying with tongue you talk too much that is all in vain, like
frogs' annoying sound. They all take away freedom.
Associating with ears, what you hear auspicious or inauspicious, that all goes
away murderous like deer dies falling in trap of the hunter who plays sweet
music.
"With skin association, whatever you enjoy touching is as deceptive and
murderous as elephant who is caught by falling in the ditch when he rushes to
touch a grass made female elephant.
If you associate with taste and run to nice dishes, you will perish again like fish
which grabs food which has a thorn in it, which gets stuck in his mouth and thus
he dies.
"If you associate with smell and rush down to objects of nice odors, then fall
in bondage like bumble bee is arrested inside the lotus, and even though he can
pierce and get out he can't and dies in vain. So you perish again, O dear mind.
"If you run towards women or if you are woman racing to men then your life
will perish again like moth in fire.
"Oh, you are five sense objects enjoyer, what a destruction you are heading at...
"You call this body "I or my or me", well where is it? From tip to toe it is
nothing but a baggage of bone, blood and flesh. You think, I do, I eat, I touch,
where do you do -- you are burning in vain by love and hate. Sight is perceived
by eyes, because eyes are born of sight the power of fire is in there to perceive the
objects of sight, and why unnecessarily you poke your nose? Why do you go
heated up and yell and scream that way?
"Word is born of sky, sky portion is in the ear which perceives its quality, the
words. Why you interfere?
Sense of touch is born of air. Air is in skin. Air perceives the touch. Why you
get a headache?
"Taste is born of water. Water is in tongue. Right on tip of the tongue it is
sitting which tastes food and rasagullas. Why do you go on fuddling?
"Nose is born of smell. Smell is in the earth. Earth is in smell. Earth
perceives the perfume and stink. Why do you disfigure your face?
"Stupid mind, senses perceive their own objects. Why do you make a big fuss
about yourself?
"Senses never give their duties (dharma, nature) to anyone else nor they take
some one else's. They don't get a feverish fight on it. They are free from love
and hate and clinging too. But you are such a peanut head you just impose upon
yourself other's dharma, other's natural duties and then keep on burning in fire
of attachment and hatred -- likes and dislikes. If you just stay a little sensible
you will never suffer.

"Associating with you is a pain in the teeth, constant headache. As to a cub

donkeys keep bothering, you have bothered me alot. Now here I disassociate
from you. That is your way and this is my way.
Goodbye...
"From today on I am satchidanand Bramha. I'm cosmic. I'm one without
second. You had conditioned me in this bag of flesh. And had turned me into
Kantakjal chandal and Lawana-the chandala by projecting "I, my, me" stereo
type vision on flesh bag body. Now he abandoned you.
"Like a child scared of his own shadow seeing it as ghost, you scared me
terribly. Now I am established in that non-dual peace. These limbs and senses
are all separate things you collected and stored in one heap. Like thread collects
so many gem beads and calls "I" the necklace, same foolishness you do.
Collecting the heap of trash from innumerable places stamp on it "I, my, me"
and keep burning in fever of "me, my-ness" I am beyond the everchanging.
Birth, disease and death are projected by stupid mind upon the Pure Self.
"Birth means: that which wasn't before but came out later. Death means,
which was before but finished later. But the Self is such which never ceases to
exist. Which was before creation and will be even after creation. As long as
Garuda is present, cobras never come closer, so also as long as this wisdom
prevails ego doesn't eclipse the Self.
"No, I'm done. As butter is taken out from milk, as oil is taken out from
sesame seeds, same way I have taken out to my Self from this body, this so-called
life. Now all there is is left over to be trashed out. The essence is here, me, I am.
I am infused in and through all and everyone and everything.
Thinking thus:
Uddalak seated in lotus posture closed his eyes and began chanting AUM. He
inhaled fast chanting A, then stopped and chanted U, and then exhaled chanting
M. He did it over and over. Emptied his chest like Agastya did to the ocean.
And his AUM resounded so musically and rhythmically that susumna became
opened. And his soul flew through it and reached to one thousand lotus petals on
top of his head. He stayed there. At last as flood finds an outlet his soul flew
through bramharandhra.
All celestials showered flowers and came to him running. Requested very
humbly to come to the heaven.
He smiled. He reverently said, "Thank you, O holy sires, O siddhas, thank you
very much for your offer. But like poison I relinquish that planet, I am going to
Bramhajyoti." And soon like intensified rays of autumn full moon his body
became and he rose above and above and above. All celestials, gandharvas,
nagas, nymphs, kept looking at his departure.
"It was terrific! Magnificent! Astounding!" They said.
After a few days his body fell on the earth as a dry leaf falls from a tree. A music
echoed from that body. Then nymphs and devas came and offered fragrant
garlands to the body and worshipped and danced. Like him you too organize
your mind, O Prince, towards Bramha realization. Hurry up!
STORY OF KING SURAGHU

"Prince Rama:
"Self and the world are non-different. Of course this experience dawns only
after disappearance of the mind. But this Truth lights up. Self is black paper
ego, mind, place and time are sharpness. If Self is sugarcane, world is sweetness.
If Self is stone, world is hardness of it. If Self is mountain, world is gem and
shine, same way Self and world are the same."
In the far north regions of the Himalayas, camphor smeared fragrant lands
near Mount Kailash, there was a kingdom of Suraghu. He was a poet, wise,
dutiful, dispassionate, and very handsome.
One evening he was sitting in his garden and he began to think -- This world is
only in one's emotion. Heaven, earth, planets, air, rivers, sky, time, whole world
is in the mind. As from seed entire tree grows up, from mind world evolves.
When flower blooms its inner perfume spreads out and we feel it. But
nothing is in, nothing is out the Self, the consciousness is being perceived
differently. There is neither truth nor false, there is just one single pure
existence. To a blind all are dark but to a man of eyes all are colorful. Again to
the negative all becomes miserable, to the positive all becomes joyous. But in
truth there is just one Pure Self.
Thinking thus, as mist vanishes when autumn comes, his mind evaporated
and as mountain doesn't shake and waver by wind he became larger than the
world's trivials and turmoils. His discretion gem of his necklace of dutifulness
shone brilliantly. His fame became bigger than Mount Meru, ocean and sky. As
elephant doesn't sink in knee deep water he never sank in the mud of likings and
dislikings, love and hate.
It is only passionate and body identified are those who sink in these. To them
these are ocean large. Whole thing changes just by conquering the senses and
not doing it.
Suddenly Sage Mandavya appeared from the bushes, smiled and said,
"When waves submerge, water is same, only it became calm. When season is
gone time remains the same, symptoms become different -- Same way, O King, I
accept your obeisances and have my blessing. All the sight feelings will be
evaporated and one Self consciousness will shine. No more mind but now
Pratibhaa will be active."
Telling thus, Sage disappeared.
King Suraghu came to his palace, sat in his bedroom and began to think -Like water cannot touch the lotus, this body, these people, these engagements
cannot disturb me. Just like water goes to low and high places but does not leave
its liquidness. Likewise, King continued ruling his State, not abandoning, not
missing his Self experience. As with rise of sun darkness disappears, his pain
and misery all disappeared. As stone doesn't vibrate, in him doership and
enjoyership doesn't vibrate. Doing all his works he remained uninvolved as
lotus leaf in water. Then after hundreds of years of successful reign, as ice cube
with touch of sunrays melts and becomes water, as river dissolves into ocean, he

too merged into Cosmic Self. His individual Self dissolved into Absolute
Bramha. Jar's sky became one with vast sky.
"Holy Sire, what is Eka Samadhi?" Sri Rama asked.
"Oh Prince I recall."
One time when Suraghu was ruling. King Parigh was ruling Iran. Both were
old friends. They had studied together in the University of Taxila (on the border
of India and Iran).
Once a great famine spread in Iran. King couldn't handle it. Citizens began
migrating to other countries. King Parigh was helpless and ashamed. He went
to Elburz Mountains and entered a cave. Bathing thrice in a river coming from
Himalayas he meditated. He abandoned all food. Then he abandoned
macrobiotic food too and started living only on dry leaves. His name became
Parnada or Parigha. Then like butterfly joins swans, he too joined the company
of Siddhas, great yogis of India. He became a wondering monk.
Traveling everywhere he reached the State of Suraghu. Both met each other
heart to heart. Both sat together in the palace like the sun and moon. Parigha
said, "Dear friend, I heard you became enlightened by blessings of Sage
Mandavya. Your fame has reached all over, even to girls of villages sing your
praise in folk songs. What is the best you have attained all along?"
"Dear friend, there is nothing in the world to be attracted for. Because
whatever there is, is reflection of mind. These Miss Universes, these
delicatessens, these adventurous resorts, these mansions of gold, they are
acceptable only when you project your liking upon them. Liking is based on oldpatterns. I have worked hard to smash out all these patterns through Eak
Samadhi. It is not just being quiet and still, but lifting up of the veil of patterns
of these misconceptions which bind the Self in innumerable complicated strings,
knots and ties. Then an everlasting illumination pervades." Replied King
Suraghu.
Then both friends began living together, and walked into the panoramic
bushes on the bank of Manasarovar lake. They visited yogis, sat together, dined
and strolled together, and rested in the palace together. After a few months
Parigha took leave and began strolling the length and width of India.
Just like deers cannot disturb lions, same way worldly affairs cannot agitate
the man of Realization. Just like thorns cannot be born in Nandan grove of
heaven, in wisemen, desires for worldly things does not born nor he feels poorly
in his heart without them.
As darkness cannot be removed without light, same way ignorance cannot be
dispelled without contemplation upon wise words. When ignorance vanishes,
sensual gratification does not taste as much as it used to. As water does not blind
the fish, to the wise word contemplators, sense involvements do not create stress
and strains.

This soul, like a bull is tied up with hundreds of knots of hopes, exhausted
traversing on stony roads of various age, fallen in ditches of sensations.
Carrying the load of work, lost in the forest of life, entangled in mud of do's and
don'ts, bitten by mosquitoes of love and hate -- likes and dislikes, pulling the cart
of attachment and kinship, sinking in the filth of family relationships, keeps on
walking on the paths of worldliness. Sun of ignorance is scorching, still doesn't
stop under the shadows of the tree of wisemen and their message. Prince, help
deliver this bull of soul from this tragic condition.
One should not stay even overnight in the desert like country where there are
no trees of wisemen and centers of their message. Their message is a ship to
cross beyond worldliness.
Wisemen are a Banion tree in the desert of this world. Their words of wisdom
are green leaves, their pleasures are flowers, their teachings are fruits. When
you go closer you feel peace and satisfaction.
Prince Rama, you are friend of yourself. And you are enemy of yourself. If
you drop yourself into the ditches of birth and death, if you project I-ness in
body and hanker for sensations you destroy yourself, then you are enemy of
yourself.
You have to consider who you are, what is Truth and what is lie? Accept Truth
and drop the lie. Neither wealth nor friends nor education will deliver you from
the ditch but you yourself by your own Self. Therefore make friendship with
mind and train him in detachment and practice, cut off fetters and handcuffs of
I-ness and my-ness, you can be free. This is true freedom. Got it?
STORY OF BHASA & VILASA
Prince Rama:
This soul is like an elephant which has fallen in the ditch of birth. It is chained
with hankering and ego, drunk with wine of desires. It has to be delivered at all
cost. No matter what you do consider this body as a log or a stone. Don't stick
your ego with this. When ego cloud will disperse, Self sun will shine forth.
As suffering becomes innumerable when dilusion (dissolution) comes closer,
similarly -- when mind pops up suffering grows heavier. As flood sweeps off all
things of life, when mind wakes up it devours all understanding.
Prince Rama:
There is a picturesque, lush green, high mountain Sahyachal. Innumerable
trees with flowers and fruits surround it. Like liquid pearls and crystals,
fountains flow there. Green grass carpet is thickly spread there -- birds chirp,
peacocks dance, cuckoos coo, and all peace and serenity is intense and dense.
A Sage lived there who had two most handsome sons, Bhasa and Vilasa. As
two soft leaves sprout they grew together. Like sesame seed and oil, like flower

and fragrance, like candy and sweetness, like word and meaning, they lived
together like wise. They were two -- only apparently, in fact they were one.
After a few years their parents died. Both lamenting, their faces streaming
with tears they performed the last rites for their departed souls. After that they
remained sad. Memories of their parents always came. Wherever they went,
sweet affectionate, loving gestures of their parents reflected. Like a waterless
forest dries they became lean and thin. They left for different places. They were
sad.
After a few months they met again. Vilasa said in the night after dinner,
"Dear brother, the fruit of this tree of life is joy. Have you lived in joy all these
times? When we separated where you went and what you did? What events
took place? Did you clean up your mirror of consciousness? Have you attained
some stages of integrity?"
Bhasa said, "Brother, as long as not gone beyond regular mode of life and
attained the Truth in Nirvikalpa Samadhi, where is joy? Thorns of hope vines
keep on growing. Brother, this mind has fallen in the dry, dark well of body
identification in which there are crawling snakes and scorpions of sensational
joys. Hope thorns tear off limbs, hankering mud sticks the legs. Ego vulture is
flying above to grab. Lotuses of joys are dustified by dirts of exhaustion. We
have to rise above. We got to transcend brother, now, how long we will keep on
suffering? We must transcend sanga. We must ascend to the level of asanga.
Let us waste no more time."
All night they conversed. And by the morning when the sun rose they both
became enlightened.
They rose high in consciousness and saw clearly -- Just like dust fallen on
waves, ocean doesn't get hurt, suffering of mind doesn't hurt the Self. As water
and swan, water and boat, mountain and ocean, stone and wood are separate,
same way mind and Self or mind and body are separate. Suffering is only due to
wrong hypnosis in heap of trash being collected together. Where this heap is
known separately, no suffering ever touches. Bhasa and Vilasa then traveled all
around the globe and shared their knowledge with all beings who came in their
contact.
WHAT IS SANGA?
"Holy Sire, what is sanga which creates bondage? What is asanga which
liberates? How does it liberate?" Sri Rama asked.
Prince Rama:
Association of body and Self. Assumption of the Self, imposition of Self that I
am only this body. This supposition is called sanga. Only to limit oneself in the
body, centering oneself with body and desiring and making efforts to be happy
only with this little piece, is called sanga.
One who has arisen above body, who has desire neither for relinquishing
actions, nor for doer-ship, nor for credits of any kind. That is asanga. Who is

beyond likes and dislikes, excitement and lamentation, he is asanga. He is free

from bondage of karma. He attains sattvic tendencies.
Mind artist has painted in hollow space through colors of sanga innumerable
bodies and life forms. They are all false because of being ever-changing. You
can count drops of Ganga water from Gangotri to Gangasagar but you cannot
count the bodies a man of sanga has taken in the past and will be taking in the
future.
As in rainy season rivers are full of water, swans come in Manasarovar, likewise
satvik treasures are attracted towards man of asanga.
To one who has sanga of sight the sanga of Self will feel like burning coal.
Whose heart is free from sanga the sanga of the Self will feel like nectar, like
moonshine -- cool, pleasant and joyous. Flood is all over but he is sitting on the
hilltop.
When you know permanently your body and Self are as separate as light and
darkness, heat and cold, sunshine and shadow, cloth and stone, air and sound,
and still stay alert, aware, conscious and fully awake, you'll have lasting peace.
K, kha, ga, gha -- these are pronounced in the neck.
Cha, chha, ja, jha -- these are pronounced in the palate.
Ta, tha, da, dha -- these are pronounced in the head.
Ta, tha, da, dha -- these are pronounced in the teeth.
Pa, pha, ba, bha, ma -- these are pronounced in the lips.--------

Dropping all passions focus in the heart center then-Ten inches above the navel that which is without inside-out feelingful awareness,
that is heart and nowhere else. Stay there-- Then-When movements of breath are suspended, mind becomes still and silent.
Then passion dissolves. Then you spread and expand and go cosmic.
Then you attain that through which this all exists, which is all without which
these all do not exist. Which is not all, which is not in all. In which all is not.
Such Bramha is attained.

STORY OF VITAHAVYA:
The Wonderful Son of Sage Agastya
In his mountain cave, Vitahavya, a young seeker of Truth, sat in lotus pose on
the deerskin seat. As cloud drops off all air and becomes quiet, likewise he
became. Sitting straight, stopping all senses, stilling all vibrations of mind, he
focused his attention within. But just like a ball -- as much you push it inside the

water so much it pops out; the mind too ran out towards formerly accustomed
thoughts, things and people. Like a mad elephant runs from where the strong
smell of lady elephant comes, his mind also raced. Then like wise parents
explain a child, Vitahavya started fixing his mind.
"Dear mind, these objects are inert and appear out of illusion. Wanting them
is to plunge into the ocean of suffering. Just like a stone slab cannot dance you
have no ability to be the doer or enjoyer. Because you and those objects are
inert. And the Self who has ability is the pure witness. He never descends from
his prestine glory. Self is just like sun. With the rise of sun, innumerable things
are being done in the world, but sun is not the doer at all. He is witness. But by
his mere appearance all are done.
"Whatever power is in you comes from me. When we drink water the cup
doesn't drink, but through cup we do. Same way you are like a cup, like an
instrument, a vehicle. You vehicles, don't just jump up and suddenly become my
boss.
"Water and water can become one, fire and fire become one, but you being
inert how can you become one with conscious Self.
"Just like sky cannot catch cold by wind you cannot do anything. Like an
iron can burn sitting in fire for a long time, same way you as instrument of Self
do and enjoy things. Like sky cannot have redness, Self cannot have doership.
"Therefore mind, why do you rush towards these things. They belong to
illusory mirage. As long as I was involved with you I suffered. River flows
towards the ocean only to dissolve. If there would be no water how can she
rush? It is being with you, O mind, my life rushes towards death and perishes.
"Cloud obscures the sun by mist, mind cloud too by mists of desires covers
the sun of the Self and series of sufferings continues.
"Mind, you got too much worry. You are like a monkey. Monkey doesn't let
the tree stay still. It keeps shaking on and on and on. Same way you keep
shaking the body.
"Mind, you are a bird. You have two wings of greed and shame and a beak of
love and hate. Sitting on the tree of body you keep cutting down the auspicious
qualities.
"Mind, like a dog why do you keep running after filthy sensual joys and keep
staring in the heart of their impressions?
"Mind, like an owl you wander in the night of ignorance. Like in the
cemetery ghosts make sounds, you too create too many noises. Oh, when this
night of ignorance will end and owl mind will vanish?
"Mind, your life like an owl is despicable. It is worse than death. Your death
is like life. Please disappear by merging yourself in the Bramha."
Now mind began merging in Pure Self and Vitahavya was pleased. And he
sang a song of fulfillment.
"Oh thanks, thanks, I've no struggle, no strain, no stress, no anxiety. I'm
unlimited and vast... Oh I'm That, all this is That. I am the Pacific Ocean."
Prince Rama:

Thus the seeker entered in a deep state of Mystic Trance and straightening his
navel became established in the Self.
Like burning heaps of wood, fire extinguished and became still. Like that he
became silent and pure witness. Like a statue of stone he stood still and erect.
Rain showered, beasts roamed around, monkeys leaped and raced, deer jumped,
but he remained still and oblivious of all the externals. Wind blew, sun scorched,
elephants screeched, lions roared, but his meditation didn't break. Thus three
hundred years passed.
Then suddenly mind vibrated that -- O great, no thought intruded yet! Then
instantly he saw himself on Mount Kailash under the Kadamba tree. One
hundred years he traveld as Self realized in groves, riverbanks and hills. One
hundred years he enjoyed as Vidyadhar. After five yugas passed he became
Indra and was extensively revered by all around All celestials bowed down to
him.
"Holy Sire, where did he find the place, time and mind again when one was
already suspended?"
Mind is all inclusive and colossal. Whatever vibration flickers, mind's ray
assumes that form. As much intense space and time flickers, that strong goes the
experience and perception in the outside world follows. To the ignorant, variety
and diversity expands out of passion. And the wise, all reflects as manifestation
of his own Self. This kind of perception is not perception at all. His passion too is
not passion at all. Vitahavya saw all these but his was the case of passionless
passion. Just like a fried seed cannot sprout so was his mind.
For four billion years he sported as representative of Lord Shiva all over the
Cosmic egg.
World appears through vibrations of mind. But to whom This fact is
unknown, world appears as harder than thunderbolt. To those who know it
appears as plain sky -- empty space of chidakasha.
"Holy Sire, what happened to the body of Vitahavya which was left in the
cave at Mount Vindhyachal?" Asked Rama.
While traveling all around the Cosmic egg he remembered at times, and came
to the spot where he saw due to heavy rain, flood had swept the place. And his
body is sunk in the mud. He visited much later and he saw it is stuck in the dust,
dirt and clay, green grass had grown all around. And there he is, his body still in
the same pose. He thought, "Shall I enter it..." But he decided not to. "Better I
go to planet Sun and give this task to Aruna."
He flew fast with the speed of light and as subtle as air he entered the orb of
planet Sun. Surya Narayan welcomed him. He stayed as guest. Then Surya
instructed Aruna to go to the came and redeem the body from the earth. Aruna
went. With his huge nails and powerful hands he recovered the body. Cleaned

and purified, he waited. Vitahavya then entered the body as bird hovering in the
sky comes back and enters its nest.
Vitahavya opened his eyes. Welcomed Aruna. He greeted him. After a short
conversation Aruna fixed the place all nice and clean. Vitahavya then went to
the river, bathed and cleaned all the mud and dirt of all those years. He offered
oblations to the Surya. And as he used to live before, he began to live happily
adorned with Bramhalaksmi splendor of spiritual prosperity.
"My dear mind, now I have no problem with you at all. You are nondifferent
from the Self now. There is no need to coin separate word as Self or atma or
even Bramha. You have transformed into faculty of Pratibha. In this I alone
exist as vast as sky, as still and solid as mountain, as deep and generous as ocean
I am. What I am that you are. And all this is That too."
Vitalhavy remained jivanmukta for twenty thousand seven hundred years
and then became videha mukta. He then traveled to the Himalayan peak and
thanked each and everyone and entered in Bramha effulgence.
FAREWELL DEAR!
"How did he give thanks?" Sri Rama asked.
He said, "O attachment, you are transformed into uninvolvement. I've
sported with you devoid of discretion for too long. But now you should go.
Thanks alot.
"O enjoyment, desiring for you I had forgotten my Supreme Status. Like a
mother expects for joy from her son, likewise I used to hope for you always. But
now you go. Thanks alot.
"O suffering, its by your startling education that I have attained this
heightened state. I always longed for joy and pleasure. Whenever joy came I
carried you too. You leaped up and hid inside my basket of pleasure. Oh I like
your sneaking habit. Thousands of years of your sudden encounterment has
made me your friend. Dear, all I can say -- I did hate you up to your grandpa
but now with all my heart I can say, I love you so much. But now you too please
go. Oh, how much I wanted to kick you out, how I resented to see your face, but
had not you bore all my hatred and still not came frequently, how could have I
made it this far? You were a real kinsman. No one can bear that much hatred
and insult and for that long. You alone did... so nice of you. Thanks alot. Please
go now.
"Dear hankering, O Trisna, you too accompanied me all along for so long.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
"O lust, you too, wonderful you are. It is your energy that turned into
tremendous force into my search for Truth.
"O punyas, O satvik tendencies -- thanks to you too. Lifting me up from
hellish life, accustomed me into a heavenly one. That was a new adventure, now
surprise of course. How wonderful transformation, society declared those days.
I was the talk of for the shows of all those guys, Johnny Carson, Donohue and

Peter Jennings, all they talked about was how I, and my entire billionaire ranch
was transformed into a pure vegetarian, silent, yoga-loving commune. But that
was those days. Even the U.S. President came to congratulate. It was then we
opened our door to wiseman coming from India. It was then we subscribed to
"The Enlightenment Club" of The Aum Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya
Foundation. And our life saw a new ray of hope, light and serenity. Then we
had daily "Ramayana" discourses in our home. Your role, O sukrit, O punyas,
is incredible. But now you fulfilled your role as well as goal. I attained what all
you aim to have everyone attain whom you fall in love with. Now we depart.
Please accept my thanks.
"O mistakes, O evil deeds, O lies, O lethargy, inaction is your seed, immature
teen-age is your field. We happened to meet each other on some turn of life,
somehow got the lesson. Now we both are over with since long. Got the reward.
In my growth and enlightenment you too have shared. Here, take, have this
kohenur diamond, please. Have a nice day.
"O delusion, O infatuation, I had tied with you, roped and yoked a long long
time. You used to scare me and I used to get scared. It is in those fears I would
shrink, go small, congested and narrow. It is then when petty mindedness and
meanness would come and give way to invading and marching footsteps of
suffering. But since suffering proved to be a great educator, I can know that
would have not been possible unless you had helped me to be petty minded and
mean. Thank you, farewell, O good great infatuation. Thanks alot.
"O mountain cave, in you I lived so long. Oh how great you preserved my
body so long. We had so many honeysuckle days together. But now we depart.
Thank you, Sir.
"O intelligence, O discretion, O kamandalu, thank you too. You did great
help to me. You helped me tremendously to grow and attain what I'm at now.
Thanks.
"O body, holding these skeletons carefully, letting blood flow efficiently, you
helped me to develop advance stages of discretion. It is only you alone where
discretion is born. You are open door to ripeness of consciousness, of maturity.
You are only out of ever programmed state of life. A new freedom is your nature.
And eternal freedom is the possibility. But now we depart. Thank you so much.
Have a nice day.
"O interactions of world, thank you too. I worked hard in your area. Not a
single action there seems to be I have not done, neither seems a country there is I
have not seen. My senses, my prana, my emotion, ego, mind, please thank you so
very much. Farewell -- albida albida albida...
"Soon light of my eyes will merge in sun. My nose in the earth, prana and
skin in air, hearing in sky, mind in moon, tongue in water. Like fire extinguishes
after fuel is burned, flame after oil is finished, light after sun is set. All are going
in this origin. Please have a nice day."
And Vitahavya then embarked upon rhythmic pronunciation of AUM and
rose into the peak of videhamukti.

Prince Rama, as a lion cannot be ever controlled by monkeys and foxes, a

Cosmic-Conscious jivanmukta cannot be disciplined by sensational urges.
"Holy Sire, does jivanmukta enlightenment offer siddhis (supernatural
powers) like sky walking, self transferring, anima, mahima and laghima, all
those nine powers of yoga sutra?" (footnote 2)
Dear Rama, these supernatural powers are products of tapas. They are
created by action, things and conditions. Self realization is unconditional. If
jivanmukti applies it separately he attains them but they are not part or reward
of Bramha realization. In fact man of Realization does not require those super
natural powers. All siddhis are prescribed as associated with particular
sadhana. Through yoga, mantra, gutaka and medicine these siddhis are
designed to be accomplished. That is the policy. Moon is cool, fire is hot,
medicine is healing. This is policy.
"Holy Sire, for three hundred years and more, Vitahavya was entranced, why
his body didn't deterioriate, wasn't absorbed by the earth or eaten by animals
and worms?" Asked Sri Rama.
Involved with passion (vasana) soul goes through suffering and happiness.
One who has gone beyond cannot be pierced. In whatever object your mind is
focused those objects reflect upon the Self and body also feels likewise. That is
why even though three hundred long years possed, by the power of samadhi his
body stayed safe and preserved. Samadhi is greatest preserver, a safest
preservative ever possible.
Looking at a friend, friendliness arises. Looking at sweet things, saliva drips.
Looking at enemy, agitation arises. Going closer to moon coolness is felt, closer
to sun heat is felt. Same is the case when yogi relinquishes passion, I-ness and
my-ness and becomes tranquil he feels it with all the labyrinth of perception.
Therefore nature also corresponds to it and drops violence. And becomes part of
its existence. Sky of equanimity is extended in and through the entire cosmos
and elements too. Stones, earth, wood, water and toxins are not exceptions to it.
Just like sunshine is permeating all around but reflects only on mirror, water
and gems etc., same way where there is Mystic trance experience Bramha
reflects. And who is holding firmly that reflection the hurt or destruction of any
element, beast and situation do not apply.
Vitahavya's prana had stopped to vibrate so was his mind. When this happens
no one has power to harm him. Thousands of years it can stay safe like a
thunderbolt. They have neither any destiny nor sanchit store nor ongoing
karma. They are free eternally, independent and free. Whatever they wish is
fulfilled at once. They have no duties, nor disciplines. If anyone forces it on
them he perishes.
"Holy Sire, you said by contemplation and discretion his mind dissolved, then
from where qualities such as friendliness, compassion and generosity came?"

Prince, dissolution of mind is of two kinds -- liberated in life jivanmukti, and

liberated beyond life videh mukti. The perception of truthfulness of mind is
soulhood, that is the cause of misery. As much mind vanished that much
qualities of Pure consciousness reflects. And they are always love, compassion,
service, friendliness etc. The perfumes of atma start wafting and enlivening as
soon as wall of mind is broken down. They do not belong to mind but to the Self.
Mind manufactured love is other part of hatred, not true love. Love flows
unconditionally when Bramha-experience takes over life. In jivanmukti all the
bramhic qualities abound in one's personality. And never anywhere else.
WORLD-TREE
In the crusts of chidakasa there is a mountain. Upon its plateau there is a
tree of this world. Stars are flowers, clouds are leaves, sun and moon are
boughs; god, demon, men are birds. Seven oceans are moats around with
thousands of rivers. Pleasure and pain are fruits. Infatuation is irrigation water.
Mind is seed, workoholism, dullness and peace are three branches containing the
container of gems of pleasure and pain.
There are two origins of seed sprouting. Vibration of prana and
solidification on it. When prana vibrates one hundred nadis are affected and
become sensationalized. As blueness in sky, world appears in satvic mind. When
it becomes extrovert it becomes workoholic mind. When it becomes peaceful in
dullness and inactivity it is called tamasic mind.
Worry is the fruit. Actions are leaves. Modification of mind is a vine that
surrounds the tree. Love and hatred are two larks. Hankering black cobra lives
in this tree, senses are birds sitting upon it.
It has to be chopped off by detachment. Like strong wind collapses a tree you
got to create, Rama, storms of Self investigation. Then only this gigantic tree of
world will be blown off.
Sensation is the seed of passion and that is the vibration of prana. It can be
transcended by entering into Mystic Trance. In the sesame, except oil, there is
nothing. Same way in pure consciousness there is nothing except pure
consciousness. As in dream one sees one's death or going abroad, same way
sensation arises in consciousness. Assumes the form of "I am". In this bubble of
"I am" the illusion of world appears. To a child his own fear born ghost appears
to be true and scares him to death, same way out of one's own imagination world
appears as true, solid, scientific and logical. Philosophy, logic, psychology,
science is one's own concoction. That is why they keep changing all the time.
Yet you quote and prove authentic to all those former ones who are no more
right. With new discoveries they are proved wrong and/or outdated. Because it
is all imagination. As on the rope cobra appears, same way all these appear due
to incorrect knowledge.
Due to incorrect perception, perception becomes conception. And it drops the
Self in terrible trouble. Just like a crazy horse can dump you in a terrible

disaster -- exactly like that. This incorrect conception followed by materialistic

perception is very difficult to be rooted out. It is so difficult to root out
Mountain Meru, same way is rooting out passion. Dissolution of passion and
mind are simultaneous. That is accomplished by tatvajnana.
As you cannot hold the clouds, as you cannot catch the moon, as no lady can
allure the cosmic, same way no suffering can agonize a tatvajnani. Therefore, O
Prince Rama, you become a tatvajnani.
Here completes Volume I of Yoga Vasistha

Nirvana Prakarana Section Begins

REALIZE THIS
In that pin drop silence of Solar auditorium, Sage Vasistha's voice echoed and
re-echoed. Kings, ministers, citizens became motionless and still as a painted
picture on the vast paper... And began to ponder over his words. Princes and
princesses too noding their heads stood still and amazed. They were pleased and
surprised to know the world does not exist at all which they thought all along
was real. It was evening. Sun was setting. Evening raga echoed along with
resoundings of clarinets, drums, sitars and flutes.
Prince Rama, like a swan separating the water, drinks the milk only, same way
you do. Listening to my words from beginning to end, grasp the essence. Abide
onto it. Make this understanding your own pure Self. World has options you
pass or fail but here are no options; you must pass or fall in a bottomless abyss.
As a traveler by the cliff in the midnight drops the flame of light and slips into
valley thousands of feet below. O dear ladies and gentlemen, I spoke to you in
great detail about tatvajnan through dispersion of passion. Practice and you will
attain.
Assembly was dissolved. Vasistha and Visvamitra got up and King Dasaratha
too. They gave heartfelt farewell to celestial sages and all departed. Four
brothers followed them up to their ashram. They took bath in Holy Sarayu
river, offered oblutions, meditated.
Worshipping pitris and celestials, feeding holymen, they took dinner.
Night descended. Kings, princes, princesses, wisemen sat on kusha grass
seats and began to ponder upon the discourse from beginning till now. Then
they took rest. But Rama, Laksmana, Bharata and Satrughna pondered over it
for nine hours and rested for one and one-half hours. As soon as braamha
muhurta approached they awoke.
After shower and meditation they came to Vasistha's hermitage. He was
performing agnihotra. The four brothers offered obeisances. In thirty minutes
thousands of people arrived. All came to King Dasaratha's palace, took
breakfast and came to the Assembly hall. All were waiting still and silent as

lotus flowers in a windless pond. Sunrays peeped through the windows as if they
too gathered to listen to the Sage's discourse. Seated on his throne, looking at
the entire audience as if seeing everyone has arrived, then to the Sage, and then
the Sage's and his eyes met -- became one. And nectar flowed on.
Prince Rama:
By rightly performed ponderment over the wisdom, when vasana intoxication
is vanished, you dis-unite with all physical imposition and unite with immortal
bliss expanding colossal transforms into Bramha. This same Bramha out of
illusion appears as world of diversity. Ever since childhood to furtherest future,
whatever you have seen, touched, tasted, suffered and enjoyed, friends and foes,
good and bad, right and wrong all were, is and will be only misconception upon
pure Absolute Bramha. This all keeps on as long as "I-ness" in the body and
"my-ness" upon the physical objects persists.
As long as association of wise one and study of wise words are not pondered
upon seriously, so long pattern of folly does not disseminate. Illusion of mind
goes on and on. So long one remains fainted, possessed by hope for sensational
objects, person and situations.
Rama, as long as poisonous stink of cobra of hope keeps circling in the heart
forest the cuckoo of correct thought in quest for Truth does not coo. As long as
that cooing does not echo, ugliness of sensual motivation does not vanish. When
the fire of hope for enjoyment is finished, coolness of contentment and truth
descends and illusion incarnating mind evaporates.
When you drop the sight involvement and assume your solid "I-ness" upon
the true Self experienced in Mystica Trancensia, then not only the whole world
but entire existence becomes inseparable part of one's own Self. It is then only
the sunshine of Enlightenment dawns in the horizon of life. In this state the
instrument of consciousness which replaces the old, long deceased mind is called
chittasattaa. It is like a fried seed. In it there is no possibility of sprouting the
leaves of bhoga-vasana. Just like water and waves, water and water bubbles,
black pepper and sharpness are one and the same. Same way chittasattaa makes
you see the world as dance and consciousness as the dancer. Rama, you are the
dancer. All glories to you. You are beginning and endless like solid rock of pure
consciousness. Spotless like autumn sky, sparkling waves in the ocean, likewise
in you is this world only a play. Just pastimes. You are established in your own
pure true nature. In your ocean this wave of Rama form has arisen. But you are
all ocean -- vast, unlimited, unbounded and unfathomable. Realize this.
STORY OF KAKABHUSUNDI
In the desert of Sahara, Nevada or Gobi, among those vast storages of sand there
is one smallest one of a sand particle. Sunrays reflecting upon that gave birth to
the appearance of mirage water. It is this water appearance which is the cause of
the world process -- entire Cosmic egg. Seven oceans and seven dwipas, all
fourteen lokas, all millions of planets and billions of stars in the space. And

kalpas consisting of four billion years, yugas consisting of four million years.
And Bramhaa appears in the beginning of creation, whose one day consists of
four billion years and his mind born son, I am.
I have my residence in the Star. And I travel or appear in any part of the
existence as I will. Once I was visiting the heaven of Indra. I saw great wisemen
had been invited there, along with celestial beings and surrounded by them on
his throne is sitting the great Indra. They were watching the dance performance
based on Ten Incarnations of Lord Visnu. Nymphs were so sensitive and delicate
that each of their gestures expressed various pastimes of the Lord Narayana and
it melted their heart.
After the dance completed they received me with all the warmth of their
heart. And my discourse began. After the discourse a discussion arose about
those who lived longest years of Ages. We talked about Sage Narada and Sage
Galava.
Then Rishi Shatatapa rose from his seat and spoke:
In the eastern corner of Mount Meru there is a beautiful hill and luminous,
gorgeous cave called Padmaraga. There is a large tree of Kalpavriksa. That is
lush green, extended far and wide, extremely beautiful, rich with flowers and
fruit. Upon the southern boughs of that mighty tree innumerable birds live,
chirp, and sing songs of love. Among those birds there is one handsome bird.
He is the leader, a guide and a teacher. His name is Kakabhusundi.
There on the top high twig of that tree hangs a soft cozy nest. When breeze
blows the nest swings like a cradle. Nearby upon a wide bough, thatched by
other birds, is a seat of straw, grass and leaves. There he sits, and surrounding
him sit all other birds observing pin-drop silence in anticipation of hearing the
words of wisdom emanating from the lips of that might Bhusundi, who lives
there in the form of a crow. That bird has the longest life one can even conceive.
All in fact, including even Bramhaa, are children to him. He is the ageless, aged
and mastermind person of understanding. He is not just immortal but also the
supreme wisdom radiates around him. All birds adore him. He discourses on
great wisdom. He disperses the clouds of confusion and doubts in a fingersnap
like wind to the clouds. To him and near him no knowledge is ever
contradictory. All it takes is to assemble them in proper order. And he is
efficient and masterminded in that wonderful art.
Hearing the amazing narration of that wonderful crow, O Rama, I decided to
visit him. As soon as the Assembly was dissolved I proceeded for Mount Meru. I
flew through the vast skies crossing the rolling clusters of clouds, stars, planets,
sporting celestials and astral beings. As soon as I entered the vacinity of the holy
hill, my eyes dazzled with light inherent with delight. There was no clay or mud.
It was as if made of glittering, lighted, shining gems and jewels of innumerable
colors. Green grass, trees, vines grew as normal earth. Rivers and fountains
flew as normal earth. Lakes and ponds filled with crystal clean water spread the
directions with the perfume of their lotuses in the day and lilies in the night.

Millions of tulips, goldenrod, daffodils, hibiscus, ivy, dill, spread out shining like
colorful gems and jewels.
Like burning fire, great yogis were sitting all over in caves, under trees, in
hermitages and at riverbanks. That hill was adorned with milkwhite stream of
holy Ganga, like sacred thread upon the shoulder down to the hips as bramhins
of India wear. Gandharvas were singing, nymphs were dancing, others playing
musical instruments.
Seeing this heart captivating sight I moved further and saw the Kalpavriksa tree,
praises of which I heard in heaven. The tree was huge and tall, its boughs
spread in all directions. Like gold, like ruby, like amber, garnet and jasper, the
fruits and flowers adorned the tree and vines from all sides. Sunrays reflecting.
It was like a great festival. Kinneras, vidyadharas and nymphs sitting on leaves
and absorbed in song and dance as if bumble bees humming. It was a rich place.
All fruits and flowers of six seasons adorned the place throughout the year.
Somewhere there were the swans of Bramhaa and Gayatri, the parrot of
Agni, Kartikeya's peacock, Visnu's eagle, Durga's tiger and Shiva's Nandi,
Laksmi's owl, Ganesh's mouse, were sitting or roaming around awaiting the call
of their boss.
Floating in the air I came to a new spot where upon the boughs of the tree
many saintly crows and divine birds were sitting. Just like during dissolution all
clouds stay over Lokalok mountain, same way hundreds of birds were sitting
there. Most of them were protectors of yagjnas of Soma, Surya, Varuna, Kuber
and Indra. Others were messengers of holy ladies to their fargone beloveds.
Among them in the center a crow was sitting shining like blue sapphire. A bright
light surrounded his form.
Oh, there is him, that illustrious one of whom I heard in heaven. The one who
has seen long sequence of kalpas, long line of Indras, many lifetimes of Varuna,
Kuber, Yama and other siddhas. The one who is calm, peaceful and relaxed.
Who is friend of all, who is like son to the fatherly ones but in order to offer
knowledge and best advice he is like father and teacher himself. Who is the
embodiment of wisdom. To that great, sagacious bird, I saw.
As soon as I landed in their midst, the waves of breeze touched them and
Bhusundi looked, instantaneously he stood up and said-"O Sage, O wise one, are you okay? O great Vasistha, please come, be seated,
please sanctify my nest." We had never met before but he recognized me in very
first glance and respectfully offered a seat on his nest next door. I too assuming
a small form as them, sat upon his offered seat. He waved his hand in the air
and lo, materialized became there articles of worship. He worshipped me and
respectfully asked if there is any service he can do. He said-"It is my great good fortune, Holy Sire, that I saw your sanctifying my abode.
All my meritorious deeds fructified today that you came. Please let me know if I
can serve you in anyway."
"O benign king of birds, you are an auspicious incarnate. This place of yours
is filled with your electro-dynamic energy. It infuses natural calm and
peacefulness just by entering this vicinity. I was visiting heaven and there I
heard of you counted among longest living beings on the planet Earth. Please

tell me if you please, when you were born? When you became enlightened?
What is your age? What are the main historical events that you encountered
which you remember? Why do you live here? Why this form of crow? And why
you do not suffer even during time of Cosmic-Dissolution?"
"Reverend Holy Sire, long ago my father Chandra, the best among the crows
used to be vehicle of Goddess Alambusa. Once Goddess was visiting the celestial
loka of nine Goddesses -- Rudrani, Vaisnavi, Bramhaani, Varahi, Vayani,
Koumari, Vasavi and Souri. There was a great festival which lasted a long time.
While they were absorbed, their vehicle swans began to play together in the sky.
The play turned into amorous play. And all the swans became pregnant from
my father Chandra.
"At the end of the festival all departed. But soon Goddesses came to know all
their swans are pregnant. Before Bramhaani Devi absorbed into deep Mystica
Trancensia of Nirvikalpa samadhi, she instructed my mother to stay in the
pericarp of certain one thousand petaled, large lotus, shining and shaking in the
sacred water-filled pond. And there I was born on that soft yellow, fragrant
pollen. In other similar lotuses my brothers were born -- total twenty-one of
them. And we learned to fly from one lotus to another which were like many
islands whose door of petals are wide open all day but close at night. So very
happy days were those.
"When we grew, when Bramhaani Devi awoke from her meditational trance,
my mother along with all my brothers took us to her. We saw her gorgeous,
illuminating, magnificent form and our heart became filled with reverence. We
bowed down to her. She was pleased to see us and placed her blessingful palm
on our head. By that divine touch, our body identification and ego completely
disappeared and we all became cosmic conscious. We worshipped her. She
instructed us to go and visit our father. We flew. As soon as he saw us he rushed,
embraced and gave a kiss on our head. We lived together.
"He took us to Goddess Alambusa. We prostrated and she blessed. Father
taught us thousands of skillnesses of flight. After we mastered them he asked us
what we want. We answered, "Father, all what was to be known and attained,
we have known and attained. We want a place silent, serene and divine to
mature our attainment. That is all we want."
"My father indicated about this place. He spoke of this Padmaraga Hills of
Mount Meru and also this southern bough of Kalpavriksa tree. He said he also
had lived here and it is a remarkable place. This mountain peak penetrates
innumerable lokas in the space. Then on an auspicious day we reverently
touched our father's feet and he gave us hearty farewell. We flew from
Bramhaloka passing through innumerable planets, stars and clouds, we arrived
here. And found this place highly suitable for our purpose. Since then it is
millions of years have been passed and I am still residing here established in
Absolute Bramha."

"Dear Sir, where are your brothers who you said were enlightened in
childhood as you did?" I asked.
"As many nights and days pass by but to the sun it matters not. No change
takes place in the orb of the sun so is myself. It is billions of years have been
passed. My brothers have dropped their bodies. They have attained
videhmukti. Great Sage, no matter how powerful, rich or popular, death comes
to all. The death came to all my brothers. That is why we do not see them
anymore. Now please listen, why I do not get disturbed even during dissolution.
"When world is devastated, even then this tree is not destroyed. This tree is
inaccessible by all creatures. When Hiranyaksa had conquered all the lands and
oceans of the world, when Ksirodal ocean was being churned and Mount
Mandar was ripped off and carried away for sagar manthan, even in that
tremendous velocity my tree did not shake. A demon came and tried to rip off
Mount Meru. He succeeded too in a small extent but my tree stayed still. O
great Sage, many disturbances came and went. Cloud of dissolution, storm, sun
twelve times hotter, but peace of my tree stayed on undaunted."
"How did you and your tree remain untouched, dear Sir, what is the
mystery?"
"Holy Sire, when devastation wind, rain and heat falls on the planet Earth I,
like a traitor abandon my place and stay in the space. And as by shrinking
passion mind is withdrawn I withdraw my limbs. When twelve powers of sun
showers fire on Earth I perform dharana on water and become one with water.
When wind blows I focus my Mystic Torch on the Mountain. When all elements
become destructive I would take off out of the Cosmic egg. Beyond the nature
and its origin and I just stay dissolved into Absolute Bramha. When creation
begins I appear again in this same nest on this same tree upon this same holy
mountain."
"Dear Sir, as you survive through all these stages of destructions and abide in
your Self, why don't others do the same?"
"Holy Sire, after all there is a Supreme Power. And his ways, although
inconceivable, still is very miraculous. Those yogis are like that and I am like
this. I shall be back over and over in each new creation. And live here on this
tree in this same nest."
"Dear Sir, you have longest lifetime and you are well versed in all fields of
knowledge and you have seen amazing things occuring in life. Whatever you
remember, would you like to share some of them, please?"
"There was a time when the earth was full of green grasses and trees.
Another time only ashes and ashes. Another time there was neither sun nor
moon nor day nor night.

"There was a set of four billion year time when in the battle of righteous and
unrighteous the righteous were all slain dead. They destroyed all the celestials.
They conquered all except the trinity of Lords and ruled the entire Cosmic egg
for twenty long yugas.
"I remember one time for two yugas there were only trees and trees all over
the globe and no beings at all. For another two yugas there were huge
mountains all over unlabeled. Once there was just water water everywhere, only
Mount Meru was standing high like a pillar. Once Vindhyachal grew so large
that it broke the entire Cosmic egg.
"There was a time when all bramhins became drunkards and sudras took up
the mission of their life and became revered all over. I remember one time there
were no mountains. All the globe was labeled up.
"I remember one creation when Lord Visnu did not have Garuda as his
vehicle, nor Shiva his Nandi nor Bramhaa his swan.
"I remember very well how yourself, Bharadwaj, Pulastya, Narada, Indra,
Marichi, Uddalak, Bhrigu, Angira and Sanatkumaras were born. I do
remember how Sumeru, Himalayas, Kailash and other mountains came into
existence. Atri and Valmiki are too youngsters. You are son of Bramhaa. I
know you from eight of your lifetimes in the past. In one creation you were born
from sky, in another from water, then a mountain, then air, then fire.
"Holy Sire, three times Hiranyaksa conquered the entire globe, Sagarmanthan, the greatest of all historical events, I remember it happening twelve
times in cycles of creations. I remember Parashurama's worldwide terror for six
times. I remember in those yugas Vedas and scriptures were replaced by other
new scriptures and meanings were drawn so differently that they were amazing.
But creation still ran.
"Valmiki composed "Holy Ramayana" twelve times, Vyasa wrote
"Mahabharata" two times and incarnated seven times. I remember eleven times
Lord Shri Rama's advent on the earth and each time I visited and enjoyed his
love. I even settled in Ayodhya to enjoy his childhood pastimes.
"Lord Krishna, as I remember sixteen times I visited that sacred land of
Gokula with Lord Shiva and he left but I stayed on. It was so enjoyable. I
remember Narasimha incarnation thrice. I remember Buddha and Christ too
coming and disappearing for twenty times.
"I remember Atlantis sinking and far greater continents submerging into the
ocean and far greater, wider and larger continent than Americas uprising from
the water bed. I remember a thousand times when the world was destroyed by
atomic blasts. And civilization was born again and again and again.
"I saw all these, O Holy Sire, with my eyes penetrating all the way to the last
edge of the universe in all directions. And I found it to be all illusion. When and
when I enter into deep recesses within my own Self I find no creation, no any
world as such has ever been, or is or will be. They are just clean appearance. As
water bubbles rise only to be lost, waves arise only to get lost, same way the mind
bubble has arisen in the form of this world. It is in this mind bubble I have seen

all these creations. Water textured soul assumes innumerable forms of bubbles.
Sometimes son becomes father, wife becomes mother. Friend becomes enemy,
enemy becomes son. Billions of kinds of strange changes go on and on.
"People are so deeply fainted in inertiatic unawareness, they cannot see,
cannot comprehend. If they are shown a small piece, instead of exploring the
whole, they become confused. And use their talents to spread those confusions
all around. Many times I have seen entire civilization, long tradition of
information is passed on generation after generation which after peeling off
layer after layer through systematic analysis have been found nothing but mere
confusion of the real. But no one tries to attain the real -- except one in
thousands. And among those thousands some one tries to take some risk and
really attains the Truth. This Truth is Bramha.
"Holy Sire, it is on this tree I mostly make my nest. Sometimes in Himalayas,
next in Mandar, other times in Nilachala, and other forests, trees and vines, but
since several billion years I am residing on this tree.
"Even when creation is destroyed my body remains same as it is now. I sit in
yoga asana and enter my soul in the true Self and the Self into Absolute Bramha.
I reside there. When new creation begins I just come up all materialized exactly
as before. Bramha is the most refined and cosmic computer ever possible.
About four million solar years make one mahayuga. And one thousand
mahayugas make one kalpa or one day of Bramhaa. It so happened for two days
Bramhaa remained deep in samadhi---------"Dear Vasistha, just like home, streets, car, government, election, enemies,
friends, all are made of dream texture while sleeping so also world of waking
state throughout your lifetime is made of the Self.
"Worshipping the same super Self through three divine flowers is true
worship. Worship until your separate individuality dissolves and oneness of
Bramha remains in fullness of glory and grace.
"The pure Self which is in Arundhati, which is in you, which is in Parvati,
same Self is in me. That Self is God of all. The true and blissful. In the body it
resides as atma. It is this which breathes, which knows, which acts. It is one
alone juice in all transformations of life's manifestations.
"Dear Vasistha, this world is a miracle of the Self. Somewhere as sky,
somehwere as soul, as mind, as ego and as directions, as darkness, as light, as
elements, the same Self is abiding. Like bubbles and waves in the ocean, this
celestial, astral and material worlds are spread in the Self. As grass floats on
water, soul lives in Self. Same Self assumes the form of Lord Visnu riding on his
Garuda who destroys the demonic forces. This same Self assumes the camphor
white form of me wedded with Parvati Devi holding ocean of love in my heart
for all beings, traveling around the length and width of the universe. It is the
same Self assuming the form of Mahamaya Bhagavati who destroys the
invincible forces of demon Mahisasur.
"One alone juice becomes various forms of trees. One alone gold assumes
innumerable forms of ornaments. One alone consciousness assumes the form of
this world. Millions of drops unite and rise in the waves only to submerge into

the ocean every minute, same way the Self rises into the waves of forms,
situations and conditions of the world and international affairs.
"Vasistha, these are several ways to worship. Self is a Cosmic mirror. World
reflects upon it. As pregnant woman holds the child in her womb, likewise Self
holds the world.
"It is because of the Self there is inert stone. And because of Self, as inertness
drops off, stone becomes conscious and alive. Stone is only an indication of the
distance between inertia and pure consciousness. Broadcasting entire range of
growth and evolution. Darkness too and light too. They both are two because of
inner darkness. Light helps to distinguish and calculate the distance and plan
the journey of growth mathematically perfect.
"The body too is a signboard how far is the distance between the body
identified man and the astrals, to the celestials, to the transcendentals. Up to me.
How far you have to travel. Each individual walking on earth under the sun, his
eyes, his gestures, and his movements, are chips of computer memory bank
indicating how many billion miles has he to travel, how many trillion years long
evolution journey he has to complete. How heavy surgical treatment the nature
has to perform on this psychology. Everyone is a walking computer. Self is right
here, now, under your nose, but so far, faraway. Innumerable miles of journey to
travel.
"There are two conscious items in this body.
--One is aspiring and evolving self, directed towards true Self with whatever goal
of life he or she has projected. Ultimately leading to the true Self.
--The second is the true Self itself -- atma, which when universalizes becomes
Bramha.
The aspiring self has become one with the right and has become other from
the Self. Thus became known as soul. It is all because it perceives the will of
sight. Still it is same. As a virgin does the fornication by going in dating and
becomes prostitute-like in the eye of moralistic and religious approach, but still
she is a woman in both states. Same way, by falling from the status of super Self
and becoming aspirer of the same becomes soul, still it is not out of the Self.
"As with power of will or hypnosis, body and mind assumes many roles, same
way by vibration in the Self, Self becomes projected into billions of different and
diverse perceptions grossified and became elements. Then place, names and
forms came out. The soul projected upon it. Then decision came. That decisive
mode of soul became intellect, then I-ness was projected up, it became ego. Then
thinking and anti-thinking pattern came about that became mind. By repeated
storing the memory it became heart or instrument of emotion. Then past
pattern of thinking popped up which has been lurking all along -- and here
comes your Mr. World, the real hell.
"Just like a U.S. President sleeps in his Whitehouse and dreams himself as
arrested, a captive in Russia. Charged with crime of wholesale exploitation
through capitalism, sentenced to life imprisonment and electricuted in thirty
years. But it is all a dream. Same way is this world, you are all the super Self,
misunderstood yourself as soul. Due to intense and solid willification inertness
has entered so fast penetrating every nook and corner of yourself-consciousness.

Thus comes into existence this body and long tradition of its destiny. Then as
water freezes and becomes ice, likewise emotional instrument infatuated and
inertified expands into this world. Passion, hankering, sex, rage, greed, misery,
all these run down and grab the mind of the body and becomes a poor, helpless,
sleepy creature. Thus each individual begins his journey in this world. All
separate and distinct. But uniting on the travel with many as family, kinsmen,
society, neighborhood, political and national friends. But all only to be
separated sooner or later like logs of wood floating in Ganga river at Rishikesh.
By push and pull, toss and turn of waves, assembling in some certain place and
then separating away. Each union is for nothing but separating away.
"In the ditch of moha (infatuation) soul elephant is trapped. It is constantly
tossed and turned round and round by deprivation, desired object and
fulfillment of desires. As a dry grass leaf floats in the fast current of the Amazon
river, soul has fallen in gushing stream of his liking and disliking emotions.
Never finds peace.
"Like a deer lost away from its flock suffers fear, soul suffers fear and terror
by his own willpower trapped in the mire of negativity.
"Like a child conceiving ghost in his own reflection in the mirror, becomes
scared and trembles, soul too is scared and shaky by his own willpower which
has trapped and tied him in conditionings of body identification.
"Hung by neck with rope of hope, soul suffers. One after another trouble
falls on his head---------------Then the Lord became silent.
In that silence both entered into a vast oneness of existence. In bliss eternal they
submerged.
Vasistha continued his narration in the Royal Assembly of King Dasaratha.
Then Prince Rama, the Lord entered inside me into that eternal chidakasa
and brought me back to body consciousness level and continued his shower of
nectar-"Vasistha, just as warmth and fire are one, the world and Self are one and the
same. Even Mount Meru is like a small sand particle to It. Trillions of years are
like one second to It. Entire earth is as insignificant as tiny tip of your unwanted
hair. It doesn't create the world so hasn't got any ego of doership. Looks like
doing risky, mighty works, still doesn't do anything at all. Words have no
meaning but applied to it gains great meaning.
"This Supreme God is perfume in the flower but he is also in the nose, in the
faculty of smell. He smells himself and enjoys smelling himself in himself.
"He becomes skin and breeze too and enjoys feeling himself in himself by
himself. Thus all music, beauty, taste, are he himself. He alone is enjoying
staying in eyes to the object staying in them by his own will of enjoying. Who
are you to intervene or declare -- I did it or I'm enjoying it. It is all He is doing.

You suffer only because of your false belief system. You are the doer. He is the
doer. He is not the doer. Because all are just happening. And whatever is
happening is all illusion. It is mental projection. Nothing has happened nor will
happen nor is happening.
"This Supreme Bramha is worshipped in two ways-(1) Wherever mind goes meditate on the true Self. This true Self is cosmic. Sky
is his navel, subtranaian his feet, directions his hands, light his scriptures, all
celestials hair of his body. His nature is pure existence. World is his play. Time
is his gatekeeper. Cosmic egg is situted in tiny corner of his body. He has one
thousand feet, one thousand eyes, heads, arms, His nose is everywhere. Tongue,
skin and mind are everywhere. Through all this happening He alone is enjoying.
Ponder over that Supreme God. Be careful in meditation of that Supreme God.
Take shelter, be obedient to that mighty Lord. This is outer worship of the
Supreme Lord.
(2) Whatever you see, touch, smell, hear, speak, give, take, walk, sit, all, offer
them all unto that conscious-witness. And just wait on him for all instructions
and directions and decisions of your life. This meditation is true worship of the
Lord. O Great Sage, even if a peanut headed one does this worship even for
thirteen seconds, he obtains the fruit of donation of all the lands of the world.
Doing it for seventeen seconds, asvamedha yajna. Two and one-half hours
meditation equals one hundred thousand rjasuya yajnas. One who does all day
and night, even celestials bow doen to such a great being. This is inner worship.
"Vasistha, you are so dear to me I am telling you the process of abhyantar pujan.
Right in this body there is that Pure experience called Bodha. Worship this God
of experience all the time ceaselessly. "Yadrichchhalabha santusto"
"Satisfied with whatever is available this is holy Ganga. Bathe in it.
Remaining free from liking and disliking, love and hate, and abide in pure
Witness experience is the worship. In the form of sun and the moon it is this
Witnessing experience which is shining effulgently. Riding on the chariot of
prana and apan one who is residing in the heart witness to all seeing, hearing,
smelling and acting, to this omnicient Lord make the object of your meditation.
This is the best worship ever possible on the earth.
"Not to be despondent, not to be agitated and irritated, whatever is available,
placing it before that Witness -- death, birth, poverty, equal vision, friendliness
to all, is worship of that Lord Witness.
"Lord Atma is beyond mind and speech, then how can anyone find him
through scripture and spiritual master?" I asked.
"If something is lying in darkness and we kindle a flame and find it in the
light, no one says flame found it or light found it. All will say, I found it or you
found it. Same way scriptures and spiritual master are purely flame and light.

Got to use them. When through their help you find your atma which is beyond
all, then still you found your Self and not they found your Self."
"There should be spiritual master and scripture along with these your self
effort (purusartha) and bright intelligence, then only Self is realized and not
otherwise."
"Lord, how come this non-existent world is present as super existent reality?"
I asked.
"Self is so subtle, so finer and finest that in front of it even sky is as gross and
opaque as Himalaya mountain. When in this subtlest sky of sky, sensation
bubble vibrates, it becomes consciousness. Then it assumes the role of I am, then
it is as if you sleep and in dream you feel yourself becoming elephant. Then you
begin seeing sky, space and time. And diversity expands with passion, soulhood,
intellect, sound, action, imagination, mind, will. Then comes body. Body has all
the needs and requirements which is provided by tanmantras and elements.
When you realize Bramha all sensations are addressed towards Bramha. No
more is left to hover around in illusions. Then he sees all sufferings of the world
appear only due to passion inherent within the person who sees it.
"Each person has his own creation. No place and time can stop it because
they abide in their own will in themselves. As it vibrates so is the miracle
materialized."
Saying this, the Lord called Parvati. She came with Arundhati, shining
luminous. Holding her hand into his, Lord Shiva was ready to depart. I and
Arundhati both then worshipped with great devotion. And then they departed,
glancing gracefully towards us. We stood still, silent, looking unwinklingly to the
disappearance of Lord and Lordess in the distant skies.
STORY OF ARJUNA & KRISHNA
"Prince Rama," Sage Vasistha continued...
"It is all total one soul but in dream it appears many. As in wilderness fear
comes, as from deep sleep dream comes, same way comes the vast world as mere
hallucination arising from one single Self. It vibrates differently to different
people that gives them shape, quality and destiny all together different and
diverse. One who understands this becomes free and wanders all around the
world joyfully as Arjuna will in the future wander around elevated and evolved
by education of Krishna. Rama, you too please be educated into this Royal
secret of knowledge and wander freely upon this globe."
"Holy Sire, when will Arjuna be born and when will Krishna educate him?"
Sri Rama asked.

A little less than a million years later in the future, Absolute Bramha will
appear in two most fascinating forms. One in the dynasty of Kurus as Prince
Arjuna. Second in the dynasty of Yadus as Lord Krishna.
When and when there is decline of dharma and rise of adharma, and seekers
of Truth are persecuted, Lord Hari -- the embodiment of the Self of all, eternal
Witness of all, incarnates.
Population will grow into hundreds of billions and demons will be born in the
families of kings and take over the nations and unrighteousness will dominate all
with power of government intervention.
Then out of compassion and with desire to sport among his devotees, Lord
Krishna will come. His form will be like dazzling blue sapphire, dressed in
golden silk, pearl necklaces, gold crown tucked with peacock feather, he will
roam around the bushes and groves of holy Vrindaban. His fish shaped, gold
earrings will be reflecting upon his cheeks. Whenever he will smile and speak,
bliss will inundate in the heart of all the gopis and gopas.
Like a walking, shimmering, goldenizing all directions, there will be his most
beautiful consort, Radha. Wearing gorgeous, blue silk adorned with all
ornaments made with gems and jewels, she will dance with Krishna along with
hundreds of her gopi friends, equally charming and loving. When and when
Krishna will pass through their doors playing his flute, glancing around, driving
white, shining cows and calves, leading them towards the forest to pasture, along
with his gopa friends. (footnote 3)
Inhabitants of Braja mandal will stand at their doors with flowers, gifts and
tributes, and filling the nectar of his darshan in cups of their eyes will go
absorbed in the bliss of love which will place them ultimately in the silence of
eternal Witness consciousness. Seeing him they will never be satisfied.
yasyananam makar kundal charu karna
bhra jat kapol subhagam savilas hasam
nityotsavam na tatrpurdrsibhih pibantyo
naryo narascha mudita kupita nimescha
By the request of Bramhaa ji and all celestials, Lord appears in the prison in
front of Vasudev and Devaki. Their handcuffs and fetters are taken off by
invisible but invincible power. And Vasudev carries him in a basket on his head
across the stream of Yamuna to Braja mandal of Nanda Roy. There he lives for
eleven sweet years with Balarama. On the banks of Yamuna river, where sitting
on lush green trees, chirping birds, and on thick grass, leaping deers, dancing
peacocks, Krishna will pasture his cows and play with his gopas whom he loves
so much. Like a small child sometimes he will cry, sometimes he will laugh,
sometimes he will glance around as if a mighty cub amazed and adorned with
leaves and flowers of the forest. When he grows up, playing different melodies
on his flute, he will begin to charm and fill the hearts of his devotees with bliss
eternal.

It is this time when demon Kamsa will send his ferocious friends, one by one,
to kill him. But instead, each time he will kill them in sporty ways just like a
child breaks off his toys. He will resurrect his friends who die drinking
poisonous water of Kaliya pond in the midst of the river. He will jump in and
fight and dance on one hundred and one hoods of the dangerous cobra, Kaliya.
That time, celestials in the sky will play music, nymphs and gandharvas will
dance and sing to the tune of his anklets.
In order to break the puffed-up ego of Indra, seven year old Krishna will stop
his worship and begin Goverdhan worship instead. And enraged with wrath
when Indra will shower flood like dissolution, Krishna will lift up the fourteen
mile long, three mile wide and half mile high mountain on his fingertip. Thus he
will save entire Braja mandal, giving them shelter underneath.
In the evenings of autumn when in full moon, silvery light stars will shine in
the clear sky reflecting in Yamuna water, illuminating the entire lush green
forest. Krishna adoring the beauty of the night, singing sweet songs on his flute,
adorning by his presence the groups of gopis led by Radha, placing her hand in
his hand, will play a dance called rasalila. Now the bliss poured and poured out
from the Self and we still enjoy it after thousands of years in our terantella,
flamenco, ballet and square dances. World becomes blissed out in all reflections
of Rasalila.
vasudevasya devakyam
jato bhojendra-bandhane
cikirsur bhagavan asyah
sam ajenabhiyacitah
tato nanda-vrajam itah
pitra kamsad vibibhyata
ekadasa samas tatra
gudharcih sa-balo vasat
parito vatsapair vatsams
carayan vyaharad vighuh
yamunopavane kujaddvija-sankulitanghripe
kaumarim darsayams cestam
preksaniyam vrajaukasam
rudann iva hasan mugdhabala-simhavalokanah
sa eva go-dhanam laksmya
niketam sita-go-vrsam
carayann anugan gopan
ranad-venur ariramat
prayuktan bhoja-rujena

mayinah kama-rupinah
lilaya vyanudat tams tan
balah kridanakan iva
vipannan visa-panena
nigrhya bhujagadhipam
utthapyapayayad gavas
tat toyam prakrti-sthitam
ayajayad go-savena
gopa-rajam dvijottamaih
vittasya coru-bharasya
cikirsan sad-vyayam vighuh
varsatindre vrajah kopad
bhagnamane tivihvalah
trato bhadranugrhnata
sarac-chasi-karair mrstam
manayan rajani-mukham
gayan kala-padam reme
strinam mandala-mandanah
Srimad Bhagavatam, Canto 3
Chapter 2, Verses 25 - 34
When he will grow eleven and one-half years old he will be invited by the king
in Mathura. During his departure most of the gopis, struck with sudden shock
of pangs of separation, will go entranced in deeper recesses of their Pure Self and
become one with Bramha. For the rest, Krishna will send Uddhava, his friend.
By his education they too will attain. And flavor of Uddhava's enlightenment
will be sweetened by the gopis too.
In Mathura, there will be a great wrestling contest where Krishna and
Balarama will kill the important demons along with Kamsa. He will recoronate
Kamsa's father who too was imprisoned by him. He will study the Vedas in the
ashram of Sage Sandipani. Upon his return he will defeat the great King
Jarasandha for seventeen times. Then he will inhabit the city of Dvarka. And he
will marry with the most beautiful princess of Vidarbha, Rukmini. He will kill
Bhomasur and marry with sixteen thousand princesses imprisoned by him. And
seven more he will marry. He will destroy almost all great demons, one by one
by one.
Then both brothers will see an elegant youth in the svayambar arena of
Princess Droupadi. He will win the contest in which everyone would fail, but
they will be attacked by jealous kings. Here intervenes Krishna. After war is
dismissed they will become friends. Since then Krishna and Arjuna and all

Pandavas will be one soul and six bodies. They will be meeting again and again
and again. This wonderful topic will be extensively described in
"Mahabharata". (footnote 4)
King Pandu (the discretion) will be the father and Kunti (very subtle farsighted intelligence) will be the mother of Prince Yudhisthir (dharma), Bhima
(spiritual muscles), Arjuna (innocent love), Nakula (patience), and Sahadev (Self
confidence), will become dearest friends of Krishna (the intuition).
Those days, Pandavas were incognito. Their one hundred cousins want to kill
them. They try again and again in hundreds of ways to ruin their life. The
reason will be plain jealousy, tremendous dislike.
Besides all these, Pandavas will survive and will become emperors of the
whole world. And will perform a magnificent Rajasuya yajna. Then on a
conspired gamble they will be robbed off of their empire, treasury, everything,
and they will go to the forest with a promise, when returned after the end of
thirteen years they will get their kingdom back. Then again in the assembly they
will be humiliated drastically.
They will complete all those years in the forest. And upon return they will be
denied of their privileges. Then war will become inevitable.
At last war will break out-21,870 chariots,
21,870 elephants,
65,610 warriors on horses,
109,350 pedestrian soldiers.
Eleven times these many will stand in the wicked party, and seven times these
will stand in Pandava's party.
Both armies will stand face to face in the battlefield of Kuruksetra. Arjuna will
choose Krishna as his charioteer. Intuition always comes to guide when innocent
love is intense. But then as there is regular, common age-old weakness there is of
love. It goes emotional, and loses track of intuition. And suffers. When it
reunites with intuition by surrendering itself into it, then intuition takes care of
love again. And love succeeds.
As soon as Arjuna will see his own brothers, relatives, kinsmen and friends of
teen-age ready to fight, his limbs will shake, thrill; tears will stream and he will
almost pass out and declares he will not fight. He will argue, he is not interested
to enjoy the State and Royal pleasures which is colored by the blood of his own
kinsmen. "I better go to Himalayas and meditate." He will drop off.
But one most important thing he will do is to look to Krishna's face with hope
and sinking trust. And because of this, his trust is revived. He surrenders and
promises he will follow to the end. That is all intuition needs. Krishna's timeless
discourse will begin right there in the middle of two armies -- when war conches
will have already resounded. And only a few minutes are left to kill or be killed,
and river of blood will flow. But Krishna enlightens Arjuna in those delicate few
moments -- Krishna gives him --

Prince Rama, although these events are a million years away, still through my
Mystic Torch I am seeing all those happenings as clearly as present. You are
sitting here, entire assembly is here, as present, right now. Same way I turn my
third eye to the Northwest and I see all these as happening right now in the
present, here and now. That is why I shall be speaking to you in Present Tense.
"Holy Sire, why we, like you cannot see all past, future and present without
barriers, with our bare eyes?" King asked.
"Because, I am on top of the tree and you are at the root. When a chariot
hasn't come and is on its way, I see it from a great distance until it disappears to
the opposite distance. You see only when the chariot reached to the root and it
leaves. It is out of your sight, but still present to me. I see still past and future.
"You lion among men. O historic Hero, lament not this way. Implore,
understand, harken what I say to you -- Drop this untimely timidness, please.
Arjuna my dear, listen, hair is dead part of the body. But many people in
America value it more than their body. Body is likewise dead part of the Atma.
But all over the world mediocre people value body more than Atma.
"It is said Atma is in everyone but I refuse and agree with that Armenian guy,
George Gurdjieff, who says, there is hell inside everyone. Atma has to be
developed. Seed of Self has to be sown, watered, fertilized, and taken well care
of its growth until it evolves into a life-size, gigantic tree which can be all
universe inclusive. The way of sowing the seed of the Self is to stick strong with
one's venerated duty. The impression of it is in your harmones, genes and blood
stream. It is imbibed in your bones and marrow. Trying to change will only
confuse the entire set-up of growth.
"I am sorry to inform you that you are born in warrior's class. The duty is
terrible. Your duty is to fight for justice, equality and freedom. No matter how
great cause but fight is always terrible. Let this terribility of your duty not
confuse and disorient you. Let it not swoon your discretion. The duty of a
bramhin, no matter how peaceful and calm, is adharma for you. Your biological
and psychological clock is set in a different way. You have to develop the
intensity through warrior's way, neither through lifestyle of wisemen nor
through businessmen's way nor through laborer's way. Money, salary, credit,
prestige, are not to be considered at all. Consider how much you earned
intensity. Intensity to guard and protect the righteous and helpless and in
fighting with the wickeds, battle with the forces that are against world peace.
Stand fast as sworn enemy to all those who are against the one just cause -freedom of each individual towards his growth.
"It is a tough job, Arjuna. I know it. In this context you have to battle with
many who apparently don't look harmful to the world peace but deep down
somewhere they are. One of them are these burdens of the earth who are
standing in front of you, O dear. Although they are 21,870 plus 21,870 plus

65,610 plus 109,350 times eleven equals millions, still you should not lose your
heart, dear. My heart says they must not be left to spread negative vibrations in
the world. Those being leaders, being kings, tried to make your chaste and
beautiful wife naked, dragging her by her hair. And those who didn't protest
this brutal and uncivilized act, what good you think is to come out from this low
level of consciousness?
"Yield unto a do or die spirit, Arjuna! This is your dharma. This is your job.
This is your urgent work to do. Plunge into war not for killing, not even for
world peace. Not even for anything else but only, only for intensifying your
intensity, dear.
There are many rascals to whom their duty feels like pressure, feels like
burden, feels being a workhorse. They are not worthy of respect. They are
simply vegetating.
"Please Arjuna, arise, get up, awaken into the luminous flame of intensity. To
earn, to preserve, to restore, to gather, do anything and everything to kindle and
aflame the fire of intensity. There is no God, Arjuna, really no God at all in the
whole world. And world is mere illusion which is everchanging. All there is -- is
intensity. Yoga of knowledge, yoga of devotion, meditations, all are just to
develop intensity. That is the only God or Self. Shiva, Visnu, Mother, Buddha,
Christ, Jehovah, and innumerable more to come. Yes, these many names will
keep coming and disappearing.
"Once worshipped god and goddesses of Greece, Rome, Egyptians, Inkas, are
now in the museum. They are just stone statues, inert, useless, except for
entertainment. But they used to help a great deal in the past. They were great
sources of creative intensity in people. Of course they require illiteracy, illogical
and ignorant peanut heads to develop intensity through those images. But
intensity is intensity. And it is same which a Christian develops in their
cathedrals through prayer, Jews develop in their synagogues. Buddhists develop
through meditations and others through innumerable ways. But intensity is all
that needs to be cultivated and transformed into reality of Pure awareness. And
this into Pure Self. And Pure Self into Absolute Bramha. Yes, Arjuna, that I am,
that you are and that all this is. Abide in this one sole reality, biting your teeth
with teeth. Perform actions according to scriptures with no expectations of fruit
and notion of doership.
"Five elements are born of five perceptions. Five senses are born of five
elements. Therefore senses keep perceiving their objects. You are not doing
anything at all. Possessed by ego-ghost you develop lunacy and talk to be a doer
and enjoyer. As a handsome body smeared with filth, dirt, stink and bad breath
doesn't look any good; same way educated, brilliant, intelligent, wealthy and
successful, if possessed by ego-ghost, then it is not worth much. One looks ugly
and nausiatic. The great yogis of the astral world don't like him. Babaji
Nagaraj doesn't talk to him or her.
"Arjuna, look at my Cosmic Form."

And Krishna shows him his colossal four billion miles tall, all permeating
form of blinding light. Doing all things, yet doing nothing just existing, radiating
light of consciousness like sun and the moon. And by the dint of his association
mula prakriti is doing all. Nature is doing all. Beings are unnecessarily
entangled by their own spider webs of mental projections.
"It is as if the sunray has traveled long from its source and gotten lost in a
small village of Mexico City in a slum area, or in the Bronx in New York City, or
in a tiny filthy, stinky hut of Ethiopia or Siberia or Iraq. One of the sunrays has
entered and the door is closed and he is lost in darkness. He has to revive
himself. That is the condition of all human beings. They are trapped in the
conditionings of the environmental programming; social, familial and individual
programmings are so complicated and thickened. No way to get out.
"On top of this, this complex, knotted, stringed and possessed by ego ghost
state is rationalized and justified and declared normal. And on this standard of
normalcy the society has valors, heros and heroines. But all are so complicated
people. A lion has forgotten and believed himself a fox. All that is needed is to
remind him. Just remember. And do what I say in just remembrance of Me."
"Dear Arjuna," Krishna said in his cosmic Varat form. "I am, as ghee exists
in milk, as taste exists in pomegranate juice, as light is in gems, as sky in jars,
same way I am in and out throughout all bodies of people and beyond. In fact
upon Me alone this entire universe, all these planets, sky and this cosmic egg are
projected. There is no duality in my dimension of reality. Even when there goes
on heavy bombardments of nuclear blasts and I, II and III world wars, still in
my dimension of reality nothing is happening. Your inner space is beyond all
these, free from toils and turmoils. Even though body is destroyed, I in you
never perishes. I stay as witnessing consciousness, as non-doer within you, all
over you.
"One who sees all men and all things in Me spread out like waves in the
ocean, like ornaments in gold, like meaning in the word, like love in the heart,
for him I never give up. I am never lost for him and he for Me is never perished.
He uplifts and liberates himself by himself. He is his own friend, then He is not
an enemy to himself to lead himself to downfall upsidedown in the mire of
cobwebs of complexion. He has healed himself from possession of ego-ghost,
remedied all ills of life. No problem worries him, no trouble afflicts him.
Because as waves are ocean but ocean is not just waves, as rocks and stones are
mountain but mountain is not just stones, as wood is in trees but trees are not
just wood. Same way All things of the world, visible, invisible, name, form,
place, time, past, present and future are in Me but I am not just them. I am
much more to them. I am not in them at all. Cobra is in the rope but rope is not
what the cobra is; rope is not in cobra. Same way not knowing Me, O dear
Arjuna tatvatah only, you see the world."
"Oh my Lord, thank you, thank you so much. Knowing you as friend I told
you many untellable things. I beg pardon from you. I bow down to you.
sakheti matva prasabham yaduktam

he krishna he yadav he sakheti

ajanata maln manam tavedam
maya pramadat pranayena vapi
Please kindly tell me, how can I attain you, O dearest?"
"Arjuna dear, when you rise above passionate clinging to sense-objects, their
memories, their impressions, when they neither attract you nor distract you, nor
please you nor bother you. Then you become eligible to attain Me. When
respect and insult, heat and cold, loss and gain do not pull your leg down, and
remain established in deep ponderment and understanding of your true Self.
And have combined your true Self with Me. And Me in Bramha or Bramha in
Me, O dear Arjuna, then you are eligible to parole out from this imprisonment of
illusion -- this world. When suffering and happiness, respect and insult, success
and failure in worldly pursuits cannot touch you, cannot reach you, you become
qualified to attain Me."
"Dear, how can I get to that point?" Asked Arjuna.
"By understanding and deeply deciding just as waves in ocean, smell in air,
words in ear, sensations in senses, are temporary. They are only just vibrations,
only timely overnight guests only to depart as soon as dawn breaks. They are
illusory. They appear out of illusion. You have to transcend, rise above, and
uplift yourself from low level of consciousness where these mishaps are common
occurrings. These insignificant, paying attention to them is dismissing one
billion dollars for a trash of cola like drinks. Therefore dear, relinguishing all
fascinations you just be calm, cool and collected in yourself. This way you can
get to the point."
"So Dear Lord, what shall i do now?" By then, Lord Krishna had assumed
his regular six foot tall, two armed, smiling beautiful form and he replied.
"Arjuna, drop the doership of action as well as wanting of fruit of all
whatever you do, have done or will do. Whatever you eat, sacrifice, offer gifts
and charity, enjoy things and situations, just offer it to Me saying-"Aum Sri Krsnarpanamastu"
Then see clearly neither anyone is born nor dies nor anyone is doing anything
at all. You have just gotten obsessed by one of the characters of Shakespeare's
dramas which you are watching on television screen and taken over his identity,
that's all. Due to this you are tangled in a trap.
"Therefore whether you are religious minister or warrior or businessman or
worker, born in any caste, any race, any religion, any ism, just relinquish your
idea of doership and fruit of action, then perform your venerated duty with do
or die spirit with immense intensity. Do everything and all things good and clean
and auspicious to purify yourself. Purification only means, intensity extreme in

which expectation of result of action as well as notion of doership evaporates like

a bygone dream of the past, fifteen years ago. And you act. Yes, pure action
remains. The action is overflow of intense energy. This energy can take any
moment a sudden turn inward and you become cosmic instantly. For that there
is no other option, no other alternative. You work hard, act efficiently, skillfully,
with all your might but not for the result, not holding misunderstanding that you
are doing it. Do it, just do it with ultimate intensity."
"Lord, how should I do my work?"
"yajnarthat karmanonyatra lokoyam karmabandhanah"
Do with an attitude of selflessness. Because as soon as you do for self you
become selfish. That means you are supporting the illusion. Unknowingly,
unintentionally you want the torturous night of ignorance to go on and on. Egoghost possessed self is the barrier, a hurdle, a stumbling block on the path of
ascending to the Pure Self. Therefore do everything selflessly. But it will be
difficult to do self centered action selflessly. Just like you are asked to make love
selflessly; it will become difficult. Eat this delicious dinner selflessly. Very
difficult. But you are told Dharma says, make love only after completion of
manses and only for expression of your love. It would be easy. Share delicious
dinner with wise one; it would be easy. Therefore Arjuna, act as wise ones do.
Follow their footprints in the way of your thinking, speaking and behaving.
"When you will get awakened into the illusion-free world of my reality there
will be no duty anymore. Once you know illusion as illusion, no matter what you
do, all is my worship. In order to accomplish it, you should carefully manage,
organize your life in which all should be satvic, no rajasic or tamasic at all.
Otherwise your intensity of action , its performance in appropriate manner will
be severly damaged. And lifelong complications will go on for eternity. Just like
in America, so intelligent people cannot understand a single, simple, wise thing -how to be peaceful. So Arjuna, eat the satvic food only, feed only satvic food to
others. Eat for the universal peace not for selfishness. Arjuna, the food which
can keep you weightless, tensionless, balanced breath, and help to cope up with
peace within you as well as with the universe. Eat only that.
"Arjuna, dear, try to understand the world in the Self is of the nature of
liberation. It is only the world unrelated and disconnected with true Self is
bondage. As soon as it vibrates, it becomes hard as thunderbolt. Its laws and
orders become dictatorial. Entire living a family life becomes like a life sentence.
Each person, place and situation becomes judge. All friends, relatives, wife, sons
and daughters become god-appointed policemen or policewomen like in Russia.
A single slight mistake of perspective causes heaven and earth to split apart and
third world war takes place.
"In the blue lake of sky, lotuses, lilies and flowers of moon and stars are
blossoming, cloud leaves are rolling. Silences are thundering. Arjuna, picture is
made first, then the canvas and brush are created. Look, sky artist has created

sky portraits which live in the sky, eat the sky, look at the sky, and being sky in
the sky of the Self as sky it merges. And all that remains is one alone non-dual
sky, the chidakasha. In this non-dual sky whatever else is appearing is only
passion. Tied with pangs of passion-rope soul keeps hovering, visualizing so
many different and diverse phenomena. No matter how much, how downfallen
he is confronting, nature is as it was, as it has ever been. You reflect upon the
mirror. Mirror is the same. Same way world is reflecting in the Self.
visvam darpana drsyamana nagari
tulyam nijantargatam...
"Dear Arjuna, if you feel this knowledge somewhat dry and dont feel interest
in it. And want to fly high riding on the wings of love and feelings, the bhavas-There is a way--Grow and grow in love so much that it begins to overflow. Filled
with love in your heart shedding tears of love, thrilled in all limbs whatever you
offer Me, a leaf, a flower, a fruit or just a little water -- I not only just accept it
but grab it like a hangry pauper and gobble it up. Whatever you do just offer
them to Me and always think of Me and my pastimes, my beauty, my abode, my
name. And worry not, whatever is needed for your life materially and spiritually
I will personally provide it for you. No matter how sinful, how degraded, once
you took shelter of Me you are on a fast speed to the peak of sagaciousness.
sarvadharman parityajya mamekam saranam braja
Relinquishing all the habits of senses, mind and ego; transcending your
religion, your mental and physical identity, your philosophy of life along with all
the ideas you have accumulated through your education and surroundings -relinquishing all just surrender unto Me. Make it a point -- Listen about Me,
talk always about Me, sing and play music for Me, remember Me always,
worship Me with sixteen items, bow down to Me; love Me as servant loves to his
master, or as friend loves to his friend, or parents love their baby, or even a lover
loves his sweetheart. And stay uplifted, elevated on the peak of this Lovetrance.
(footnote 5)
In this highest peak of evolution of consciousness again world drops off, your
body, mind and ego evaporates and you become awakened, alive and
regenerated into the world of my reality, my relationship.
"Arjuna, I ask you, remaining established in this pristine state of Samadhi,
you should fight. Like an open door of heaven this war has come to you of its
own accord. Let your confusion born of moha (infatuation), not destroy this
great opportunity. Let me be adored by you through your intensity in your
venerated duty and dharma." Telling this Krishna became silent.
Then after a moment, silence like a peacock resounds in pleasure when a
cloud rumbles in the sky. Arjuna spoke--

"Dear Lord, thank you, oh thank you so much. As the lotuses bloom when
sun rises, my discretion has awakened, patted by your words. As you said, now I
shall do it."
Saying thus, he picks up his bow and arrows, and, energized and spirited he
will become ready to do his duty.
FOOTNOTES:
1.Please read our journal issue Lovetrance World 1983 "Doing Nothing Just
Existing".
2.See for details our new "Yoga Sutra Commentary".
3.In order to know details of Lord Krishna and his life, please read our three
new books: Lord of Love, Adventures of the Butterthief God, Song of the
Fargone Beloved.
4.In order to know these events please read our book "Fantastic World War
of Antiquity".
5.In order to know details in this subject, please read our new release "Song
of Enlightenment".