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An Awe-inspiring Sojourn in the Lap of the Himalayas 2

April 17, 2018
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The footsteps were coming back… in tune with the ancient songs of the past… the melody reverberated before the mighty Himalayas, which stood still, like monks engrossed in meditation … absorbed, captivated and enthralled… the footsteps faded… so did the songs… silence prevailed… the silence was deafening!!! Echoing back with multiple abundance, getting denser and heavier… the Tapoban of ancient monks suddenly immersed in that deafening, thickening dense silence and its echoes… or was it the breaths of those monks… So Ham…..So Ham….So Ham…. The wind from the Himalayas had started blowing or was it the music of the ancient ages, illustrating their existence from time immemorial… now intangible yet self-contained like the religion, defying to be forgotten in the flow of the modern of the so called civilization!!! But how can the thoughts of the soul get lost… even over thousands of years…. The forenoon was slowly vanishing into a heavily fogged afternoon of the future…..where is the Present moment now??? The forenoon was now cladded in the attire of a thickly populated fog….everything was vanishing slowly from the physical eyes…but the inner eyes could see the gods dancing in those formidable clouds, in the spirit of love, ecstasy, joy unbound, the sounds of the musical anklets were only for the ears of the meditators, who sat there in a rock like posture like the Himalayas and enjoyed the sublime music of the gods, rishis and monks… Lord Shiva was awakening to meet with the Shakti, the Samadhi was near, Shakti had started her journey towards eternity, the ultimate destination, the Crown was waiting to welcome Her, the Shakti was rising from the Earth, the Muladhara, through the water that was concentrated in the Swadhisthana, amidst the Fire of the Manipura, purified, glorified it was reaching the turning point of Anahata, the sounds are becoming clear, the fragrance in the Air was becoming prevalent, slowly reaching towards the last element of ether to be distributed evenly to meet the Master of the Masters in the Agna….the crown was eager to embrace the all-pervading Shakti…. No more bondage of living, no more bondage of mundane affairs, freedom at last, it is here, now here, or nowhere… the gods are dancing along the tune of Shakti which is rising and waiting at Agna for the final approbation to rise and meet the crown at Sahashrara, so that they can flow together beyond to the Parabastha… then the dance of Natraj will begin, the dance of creation as well as annihilation… the sound of which will fly across the sky to the seven ethereal world, reaching the supreme abode of the Lord Vishnu…. Na tad vasayate……

The silence is indeed deafening…. Shrouded in the cloak of clouds of ageless time… expressing in a rumbling spirit… the Shakti is still in Agna… waiting for the final push of of the Master of the Masters… the silence is soundless… those who have traversed in the path know it… those who have not… will never understand… And the Truth has always been the off spring of that Silence… the silence that speaks without words, listens without ears, sees without eyes, feels without sense organs… silent, yet full of many million sounds inaudible to the ordinary mortals… but only to the Pilgrims of that path… it is full of an emptiness, as  vast as the great Himalayas and as spread out as the all pervading sky… empty yet full… devoid of any emotion, feelings, experiences…just empty… hard to believe that emptiness can be full… the Master is here!!!!… the door is being opened… the last door leading to the eternity… the door which was created by the Meditator himself… revealing the fathomless sky… going beyond the illusion… and then another door appears… then another… the pathway is so full of doors… one after another… the karmic effects of the past lives… so many past lives is being lived in the Present… the Past is dissolving in the Present… no more Past…no more Future.. everything is Present… Now Here… the past loaded with so many mysteries unseen, unheard of, unspoken…. The subconscious has reappeared… another door!!!! May lead to the Super consciousness… the Shakti is still dancing in Agna… visions of colors….Jyotis flashing in the inner eye… colorful yet colorless colors… the door to the Ultimate liberation… Samadhi… does it exist? Or just a fool’s paradise!!!… the staircase is seen in to the sky… but how can a staircase be so stiff? So difficult to climb?.. what if one falls down… is it possible to fall from one sky to another?…The Master is silent…. The dancing Shakti now starts to go back….”Wait, don’t go back… Shiva is there…. Just a little bit patience…. The Cosmic dance will be applauded…”… The Master is still… silent… the shout has no voice…or no echo… how can there be an echo in an empty sky???????? Te journey of the Pilgrim has ended from where it had started…. The Himalayas are also silent…. The Master is mourning or rejoicing…? Difficult to say…

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Biswajit Mishra

The year was 1962. Politically a very important year for India. As well as for the war that took place between China and India, in which India had a surrogated defeat. Many events had followed that year quickly one after another. Every incident that followed had some significance in one way or other. India’s economy was pushed back to a few decades. It was probably the biggest blunder of a decision after the decision of partition that took place in the year 1947 when India gained its freedom on the midnight of 15 August 1947. Destiny does not work according to one’s requirement. It works on its own principles whether you accept it or not. And it leads. It is the sum total of all the actions of a human being for many lives. The year 1962 has much other significance too. India lost the war with China but Daman and Diu, the last foreign-occupied territory of India, was integrated into India. This was the year when Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru was elected de facto Prime Minister of India. Thus it was a year of learning and teaching lessons.

In such a year of diversified occurrences of turbulence and achievement, I was born on Savitri Amabasya i.e. on the New moon day named after a pious lady called Savitri. Those who are acquainted with Indian spirituality or those who follow Indian tradition would know about Savitri Mahakavya, a very famous and a legendary epic poem which remain unfinished with 24,000 lines by Shri Aurobindo, an Indian philosopher, yogi, guru, poet, a nationalist and a spiritual reformer.

In any case, till today, the Savitri Amavasya is considered a very pious day for the women of India and they perform a specific puja (worship) with deep austerity for the sake of their husbands. In any case, the birth was not normal. The Medical Science had not developed much in India during the early 60’s and I was told that I took a long time to come out from my mother’s womb (an 11month child, they say). In any case, both I and my mother survived and I was born a healthy child.

My first remembrance of myself is very unconventional. I remember a question that bothered me from my early childhood. I always thought I have a father who is responsible for my birth, and my father has also a father who is responsible for his birth. So forth so on. Then who was the father of the first person who took birth on this earth? And who created the earth? If it was God, then who created God? Then something will start rolling inside me, making me restless. I remember I must be about 5 years old. It normally happened in the evenings after I come back home from the playground. I must be studying in 1st or 2nd grade.

Now when I look back, I think, the query must have started long back… may be from many lives of the past… nobody knows… nobody will ever know… the episodes which started in the early childhood… stopped suddenly, I don’t remember when. It was good. Because whenever that question came I was so much disturbed that I thought I would go crazy. I had completely forgotten about that for many years until I was about 25 when it came back to me again in completely different circumstances. To know that we have to go a few years back when I was 10 or 12 years old. That was the time when I was introduced to Swami Vivekananda. I was in school and we were given 10 paise for pocket expenses. 10 paisa was a big amount back then, I used to have to have good snacks with the money. One day while passing through a small roadside bookshop I saw a book Titled: “Thus Spake Vivekananda”. The photo on the front page attracted me a lot. And coincidentally the cost of the book was 10 paisa! I bought the book by skipping my snack. It was a very interesting book. That was my first book apart from study lessons. With the passage of time, I found many other titles like, “Thus Spake Shri Ramakrishna” “Thus Spake Shri Krishna” and similar ones. Those short books were very interesting for me, and I read almost every single book available in that series. And thus without my knowing, I had put my first step into the world of spirituality.

To be continued…

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