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The Mind at the end of its tether
« on: December 18, 2009, 06:20:17 PM »
Kenneth Rose writes in the book The Light of the Self, a memoir
on visit to Bhagavan Ramana.  The following is a further extract,
from the extract given in Mountain Path, July-Sep 2009:

As I sat in front of Bhagavan's couch in the Old Hall during the long
quiet periods between meals, I began to trace out the place where
my sense of being myself emerged from the background of the true
Self.  It was not easy, since the stream of images and thoughts that
constitute the mind gushed up ceaselessly like a fountain from a
hidden source. But occasionally, the stream would suddenly vanish
and a clear expanse of awareness free of the stains of images and
thoughts would unfurl itself crisply like a white banner in my
awareness.  Then I knew with intuitive directness and certainty
that the Self is more real than the mental and physical worlds,
which otherwise seem to be the true and final boundaries of the real.

Other times during meditation, I felt as if a door had opened out
beneath my mind, and I passed over into an alternative reality,
which is infinite in all directions.  This change in consciousness
was sudden, and the barrier between the prison of Aham, the false
self, and the freedom of Atman, the true Self, appeared like an
insubstantial film or coating, no more durable than a bubble.  Then
currents of Bliss from the hidden source of life, Brahman, pierced
me like golden waves of light, and in the cave of my heart, Atman,
the true Self sang me awake and a wine of Prema, of divine love,
intoxicated me.  I felt extraordinarily light*, as if I could float off
at any moment like a leaf lofted by a light summer breeze.

These moments of illumination were elusive, and I fell quickly back
into my ordinary mind, which was coloured by a basic theme of
dissatisfaction, edged with anxiety about illness, loss, and death.
But at least I had seen the other country, the country without tears.  And now that Bhagavan was my Guru, even if He was no longer
present in a physical body, for I sensed that I was being inwardly
guided in the practice of self enquiry by Bhagavan, who had promised His devotees that death of His body was not the death
of His Presence, which would ALWAYS BE AVAIALBLE TO EVERYONE WHO SOUGHT IT.

(*  The Unbearable lightness of the Being - J.D. Salinger)

Arunachala Siva.