Saturday, November 30, 2013
SUBTLE PERCEPTION
During the period I´m relating, a process opened up on unexpected horizons.
I started to notice that a subtler perception was occasionally superposing itself to my current sensory perception, I found it worth to mention it to leave its constancy for the researcher.
As always in these cases, at first I kept such experiences under observation for a time, till a number of them could give me the idea of a process of its own.
Those episodes of subtle perception seemed to have their root in conscious sleep. This is what I want to enhance.
While in conscious sleep -with my mental body totally awake- I clearly perceived myself -as a mental body- absolutely independent from the physical, and even from the subconscious.
In that condition a new kind of perception arose, a perception which passed into myself with independence from the physical senses.
In conscious sleep and in the mental world, the mental body perceived everything in a more refined way, as it disposed of a "body of perception" with subtler senses, leading to a direct and irrevocable perception.
Now seemed that this kind of perception, those kind of subtler senses, were bubbling into the normal waking-perception too, random appearing at any time.
Those subtler perceptions had start bubbling into the waking consciousness much as months before the mental body consciousness had start bubbling into the unconsciousness of sleep. They seemed two similar processes, at least, their mode was similar.
On one such occasion I got early morning in the street, there were an intense smell of fresh roses, looking around for someone carrying roses I realized I could actually -see- the perfume, like a vaporous cloud floating in the air, which disappeared around the corner.
I followed the cloud smelling it to the corner, but just there, in the large plaza it had melted away.
But not the experience, now I realized the body was enveloped within an "olfactory sphere", which roughly took from the chest till the sexual organs, with the navel as its center.
Every physical organ and biological process, even the most remote one, had there a terminal point, an "olfactory extension" of it.
Each biological smell was conveyed there by kind of "subtle tubes" orderly aligned within the sphere with hundred of others, and all together summed up to my own corporeal smell.
I crossed toward the park with the hope of meeting a dog to see how he reacted to my olfactory sphere now that I could see it, but didn´t see any
dog around or even men, and little after the experience faded away and I was back to my "normal" (?) perception.
(As always in these cases, the experience came along with a certain direct knowledge, in fact I could easily understand bigger tubes corresponding to the bone-process, or the blood-process, I even smell both of them, but due to my over-olfactory sensitivity of the moment I felt almost disgusted by their intensity.
There were other tubes much thinner which produced subtler, more refined essences, that knowledge told me that some of them related to the conditions and processes at molecular level).
( I consider it an objective experience since is not reasonable that only my body is enveloped by such a sphere, so everybody has such an "olfactory sphere" and if the practitioner could detect it and have a trained subtle perception of it, it could be developed as an healing science).
While in conscious sleep, I started to admit that those subtler senses were not really generated within the mental body but as they were, released by the soul.
It was more than a mental conviction but the fact that sometimes I experienced through them kind of -sacredness of perception- which kept me in touch with a deeper being provided of an holy understanding of the deepest roots of things. At some point the connection mental body-soul increased in closeness.
I had read enough (mainly from Sri Aurobindo and Agni Yoga) to be convinced that the soul had its own organs of perception, I started now to experienced subtler replica for each physical sense, all administered by a central being whose perception exceeded its own subtler senses, a world of silent and certain intuition, verily a body of intuition, as elusive as the subconscious appeared to be while in conscious sleep.
Monday, November 25, 2013
The Book of the Divine Mother VI
Before he reached one year age his father died.
At five his mother found difficult to rise her three children, and she imagined an internate would be the solution for at least one of them, the younger.
She could hardly imagine the Divine Mother claimed the child for Herself.
He found himself alone in an alien environment, severed from his dear ones and his mother. Knowing not to whom appeal for solace and comfort he started to call his Divine Mother for help.
That Sunday they took him to the church, it happened his seat was by a statue of the Divine Mother.
She was wearing black robes, had tear drops on her cheeks and seven silver swords nailed in her heart.
He stared at her insistently.
How he understood her pain!
She had lost her son... he had lost his mother... they were communed in their pain...
While staring her, he silently said: "Little Mother... how I wish to take those swords off of your heart"...
He faintly remember it, but it looked like as a golden ray had sprang forth the heart of the Mother and touched his little heart, as suddenly he felt a lightness
replace the heaviness of his heart.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa
In one of his intimate
conversations with the Divine Mother, Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa was told that he would be embodied
again in the middle of the twentieth century somewhere in Europe in order to
continue his mission.
We can expect that in his new coming Ramakrishna will work for the
integration of all religions and spiritual paths and will continue his devoted
worship of the Divine Mother. In the time of the
Second Coming and the return of humankind to the Kingdom of God, the Divine
Mother is the One who holds the reality of the New Heaven and the New
Earth. Ramakrishna, ecstatically devoted to the
Divine Mother, in his new embodiment will proclaim her mysteries and the birth
of the new spiritual world.
Sri Satya Sai Baba
How Baba brought Walter Cowan back to
life
Swami with Walter and Elsie Cowan
This amazing episode of how Bhagawan miraculously revived Walter Cowan after
he had died of a massive heart attack is narrated by Mr. John Hislop in his
book, ‘My Baba and I’:
Walter died in his room at the Connemara Hotel in Madras. He and his wife, Elsie, had arrived there on December 23, 1971 to see Baba, who was in Madras to preside at an All-India Conference of Sai Organizations.
Early on the morning of December 25, a rumour quickly spread that an elderly American had died of a heart attack. My wife, Victoria and I immediately thought of Walter. We went to the hotel and found Elsie (Walter’s wife) there. Walter had fallen to the floor in the early morning hours. Elsie had called Mrs. Ratanlal whose room was just down the corridor. The two women managed to lift Walter to the bed, and he passed away in Elsie's arms a few minutes later. An ambulance was called, The body was taken to a hospital, pronounced dead upon arrival, placed in an empty, storage room, and covered with a sheet to await daylight and decisions about the funeral.
Elsie and Mrs. Ratanlal had already been to see Baba when we arrived. He had told them He would visit the hospital at 10 a.m. The two ladies were ready and waiting to join Baba at the appointed hour. They did go to the hospital, but Baba had arrived earlier and had already departed. To the joy of the ladies, but also to their total amazement, they found Walter alive and being attended to. Nobody saw Baba with Walter, nor has Baba chosen to say how or why Walter was resurrected, but on returning to the devotee family who were his hosts, Baba told the people there that He had brought Walter back to life.
Walter's own story throws some light on what happened, and later on, I was a party to a fascinating episode; for Walter's life continued to be in danger and, in fact, Baba told me that Walter died three times and had to be returned to life three times.
Walter described his experience. He said he realized that he had died and that he had remained with the body, in the ambulance, looking at it with interest. Then Baba came and together they went to a place, which seemed to be at a great height. There they entered a conference room where people were seated around a table. There was a presiding chairman who had a kind face and who spoke in a kindly way. He called for Walter's records and these were read aloud. The records were in different languages and Walter did not understand what was said until after some time when Baba started to translate. Walter was surprised to hear that he had occupied a lofty status in various times and cultures and had always been dedicated to the welfare of the people. At length, Baba addressed the person presiding and asked that Walter be given over to Baba's care, for Baba had work for Walter to do. Then, when Baba and he departed the room, Walter felt himself descending towards a place where his body was, but felt great reluctance. In terms of direct experience, he had realized that he was not the body, and he had no wish to be subject again to anxieties and miseries.
After hearing Walter, I asked Baba if Walter was just imagining the incidents. Baba replied that it was not imagination. They had occurred in Walter's mind and Baba himself had guided the thoughts. I then asked if everyone had a similar experience at death. Baba answered that some people had similar experiences and some did not. Several years later, I brought up the question again. Baba answered that the corpse was common to all, but beyond that there was no common experience.
The day after Walter returned to life was one of high interest for me. Sri Appa and I accompanied Baba to the home of a devotee. From there we went to a meeting of lady members of the Nigara Sai Samithi where Baba was to give awards and speak. Sri Appa and I were sitting on the platform, just a few feet from Baba, and were able to observe him closely. He made the awards and gave a spiritual discourse, all without any break or any moment of hesitation. From that meeting, we were to go to the home of a devotee for lunch. As soon as we got in the car, Baba turned to us and said, "While I was talking in the meeting, Mrs. Cowan called me. I at once went to the hospital and did what was necessary. Mr. Cowan's health had taken a turn for the worse."
So, even while busy on the speaker's platform, Baba had gone to the hospital, and had done what was necessary. But, to the eyes of Sri Appa and myself, Baba had continued in action and speech on the platform for the whole time without any break or hesitation whatsoever. How does one explain this mystery?
When we arrived at the devotee's house for lunch, Baba turned to us and said, "You will not be able to join me for lunch. Take this Vibhuti to the hospital, give Mr. Cowan some in his mouth and rub the rest on his forehead and chest. If you will walk to the corner there, you will find Mrs. Hislop in a taxi. She will take you to the hospital."
Now the fact was, that my wife had been following in a car. However, she had taken great pains to stay out of sight, but her effort was to no avail for, as usual, Baba knew everything. When we reached the hospital with the Vibhuti, Mrs. Cowan said, "Walter took a very bad turn just a little while ago. I thought he was dead, and I was terrified. I at once called Baba in a loud voice. Now, Walter seems a little improved. When I called Baba I felt his presence at once." At the hospital, Elsie experienced exactly what Baba had told Sri Appa and myself in the car.
Other instances of Baba's powers of resurrection are also known. The Raja of Ventagiri told me how some twenty or so years ago, he had witnessed Baba's resurrection of a man dead some six days in whom body decomposition was taking its normal course. About these mysteries, one can make no comment; they are outside one’s common experience.
Reference: “My Baba and I” by Dr. John Hislop. Page: 28-31. Publisher: Birthday Publishing Company, San Diego, California, 1985. Copyright now with Sri Sathya Sai Books and Publications Trust, Prasanthi Nilayam.
Swami with Walter and Elsie Cowan
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Walter died in his room at the Connemara Hotel in Madras. He and his wife, Elsie, had arrived there on December 23, 1971 to see Baba, who was in Madras to preside at an All-India Conference of Sai Organizations.
Early on the morning of December 25, a rumour quickly spread that an elderly American had died of a heart attack. My wife, Victoria and I immediately thought of Walter. We went to the hotel and found Elsie (Walter’s wife) there. Walter had fallen to the floor in the early morning hours. Elsie had called Mrs. Ratanlal whose room was just down the corridor. The two women managed to lift Walter to the bed, and he passed away in Elsie's arms a few minutes later. An ambulance was called, The body was taken to a hospital, pronounced dead upon arrival, placed in an empty, storage room, and covered with a sheet to await daylight and decisions about the funeral.
Elsie and Mrs. Ratanlal had already been to see Baba when we arrived. He had told them He would visit the hospital at 10 a.m. The two ladies were ready and waiting to join Baba at the appointed hour. They did go to the hospital, but Baba had arrived earlier and had already departed. To the joy of the ladies, but also to their total amazement, they found Walter alive and being attended to. Nobody saw Baba with Walter, nor has Baba chosen to say how or why Walter was resurrected, but on returning to the devotee family who were his hosts, Baba told the people there that He had brought Walter back to life.
Walter's own story throws some light on what happened, and later on, I was a party to a fascinating episode; for Walter's life continued to be in danger and, in fact, Baba told me that Walter died three times and had to be returned to life three times.
Walter described his experience. He said he realized that he had died and that he had remained with the body, in the ambulance, looking at it with interest. Then Baba came and together they went to a place, which seemed to be at a great height. There they entered a conference room where people were seated around a table. There was a presiding chairman who had a kind face and who spoke in a kindly way. He called for Walter's records and these were read aloud. The records were in different languages and Walter did not understand what was said until after some time when Baba started to translate. Walter was surprised to hear that he had occupied a lofty status in various times and cultures and had always been dedicated to the welfare of the people. At length, Baba addressed the person presiding and asked that Walter be given over to Baba's care, for Baba had work for Walter to do. Then, when Baba and he departed the room, Walter felt himself descending towards a place where his body was, but felt great reluctance. In terms of direct experience, he had realized that he was not the body, and he had no wish to be subject again to anxieties and miseries.
After hearing Walter, I asked Baba if Walter was just imagining the incidents. Baba replied that it was not imagination. They had occurred in Walter's mind and Baba himself had guided the thoughts. I then asked if everyone had a similar experience at death. Baba answered that some people had similar experiences and some did not. Several years later, I brought up the question again. Baba answered that the corpse was common to all, but beyond that there was no common experience.
The day after Walter returned to life was one of high interest for me. Sri Appa and I accompanied Baba to the home of a devotee. From there we went to a meeting of lady members of the Nigara Sai Samithi where Baba was to give awards and speak. Sri Appa and I were sitting on the platform, just a few feet from Baba, and were able to observe him closely. He made the awards and gave a spiritual discourse, all without any break or any moment of hesitation. From that meeting, we were to go to the home of a devotee for lunch. As soon as we got in the car, Baba turned to us and said, "While I was talking in the meeting, Mrs. Cowan called me. I at once went to the hospital and did what was necessary. Mr. Cowan's health had taken a turn for the worse."
So, even while busy on the speaker's platform, Baba had gone to the hospital, and had done what was necessary. But, to the eyes of Sri Appa and myself, Baba had continued in action and speech on the platform for the whole time without any break or hesitation whatsoever. How does one explain this mystery?
When we arrived at the devotee's house for lunch, Baba turned to us and said, "You will not be able to join me for lunch. Take this Vibhuti to the hospital, give Mr. Cowan some in his mouth and rub the rest on his forehead and chest. If you will walk to the corner there, you will find Mrs. Hislop in a taxi. She will take you to the hospital."
Now the fact was, that my wife had been following in a car. However, she had taken great pains to stay out of sight, but her effort was to no avail for, as usual, Baba knew everything. When we reached the hospital with the Vibhuti, Mrs. Cowan said, "Walter took a very bad turn just a little while ago. I thought he was dead, and I was terrified. I at once called Baba in a loud voice. Now, Walter seems a little improved. When I called Baba I felt his presence at once." At the hospital, Elsie experienced exactly what Baba had told Sri Appa and myself in the car.
Other instances of Baba's powers of resurrection are also known. The Raja of Ventagiri told me how some twenty or so years ago, he had witnessed Baba's resurrection of a man dead some six days in whom body decomposition was taking its normal course. About these mysteries, one can make no comment; they are outside one’s common experience.
Reference: “My Baba and I” by Dr. John Hislop. Page: 28-31. Publisher: Birthday Publishing Company, San Diego, California, 1985. Copyright now with Sri Sathya Sai Books and Publications Trust, Prasanthi Nilayam.
See also:
Raising from the
dead
Excerpts from the book "Sai Baba. The Holy Man and The Psychiatrist" by Dr. Samuel Sandweiss
Excerpts from the book "Sai Baba. The Holy Man and The Psychiatrist" by Dr. Samuel Sandweiss
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