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2.19.2012

Secret channels of spiritual telepathy

 Mount Kailasa depicting the sacred family.

The Gods are clever; they gave us a mind to think and also gave it the nature to wander. We are small minor spiritual centers that dot the earth, each center housed in the mind, have a task to do. The purpose is simple; it is to log on to the mother ship of spiritual thought and meet the celestials in other worlds. This is easier said than done for the mind generates thought, but while it meanders through it, it gives little consideration to the quality of the thought it nurtured on the way. We live in a mental swamp, a place that we call home and feel familiar about but scarcely do we realize this stinks of rotting thoughts that need to be disposed.

So here is a swamp inside the mind, being constantly fed by the muck of every one's swamp outside, so much so that we tune ourselves to get used to everyone's swamp being important enough to be a part of our own. Yes, in our journey to meet the celestials on the other side, we are looking for a couple of gems within the swamps that surround us but there is hardly any luck in finding it. Given the miserable helpless lives we lead, a few great beings who once dotted our earth decided to give us a set of rules, as defined by a school of thought. They gave the Gods a form, they gave them character that we would understand, they gave them names, they gave them sacred syllables and they assigned all of them a mystic path, that we could latch on to in order to reach them in the other world.

Here is where the whole cosmos seems to have played the game in sync with these great masters. They just didn’t give rules and tell us to follow it. They derived an ingenious method to bring in intrigue and mystery into this search leaving us ever wanting more with no apparent luck to getting it. Our journey into this mysticism gets thicker as we realize that the realm we apparently deal with is something quite beyond the swamp. As we spend more time and energy with it in what is termed as ritual, this process starts to clean up the thoughts we have and slowly the swamp within begins to flower. The experience of this change, the color and fragrance within, the freshness and newness of these thoughts lead us away from the swamp we belong to while physically we still exist in it.

The more the cleaning of these thoughts, the greater is the inner resistance to let the outside swamp bother us so much so that we start living within this beautiful garden inside and scarcely look at the swamp outside, it is as good as non existent from here on. But is that all?

Not really. This inner garden has the tendency to log onto the bigger paradise in the other realm. This garden now starts to have the nature of being a drop of paradise and as it transforms itself, it urges us to start the outside journey to visit the sacred earth that once held the power centers as part of them. What we apparently assume is a temple hosting the idol of the Gods with the walls defining their character; we scarcely realize that deep down within its core is a circuit that connects directly to the Gods, giving us mysterious access to one of the doors of this invisible mother ship. These are sacred mandalas or yantras that are housed with great reverence within the temples and are constantly fed everyday with living worship to ensure the doors remain open permanently to all who seek. The other way of accessing these spiritual doors is to house the yantra itself within one's own home, but that comes with a set of rules. To keep to door open, and to feed the yantra we need to be spiritually clean and the mental swamp has to try hard enough to clean itself up through a disciplined approach which has also been defined.

And so life moves on, giving us living moments to ensure we evolve ourselves and transform our swamps into paradise. Finally we reach the sacred power centers that call out the rules really loud. These are zones that we don’t get to visit often, they are almost inaccessible and have the nature to resist the swamp from a long mile. They are the actual mother ship, the axis mundi, the host spiritual power center and the home of million celestials. We are blessed to even get the opportunity to access these zones and our time is short. Access is limited to these zones based on how unclean our swamp is. The rules are so potent here and the experiences so intense that should a person have no swamp at all, they can simply fly to the mother ship discarding the body that housed the mental swamp. Others simply see and experience the realm of the mother ship, feeling the tingle of spiritual bliss as they view the grandeur of the mother ship for the first time with their naked eye.

How would this metaphor translate to real life?

Should we be blessed with purity that we worked hard for to clean up our own mental swamp, and managed to be blessed to visit the shores of the ocean of beauty, the Manasarovar, we would have the joy of viewing the crystal moon, this pure white dome of snow, this huge peak draped in white, the great abode of Kailasa.

Kailasa is one such zone, the others being Mount Meru, Mount Mandara and the like. These are spiritually clean places, hardly allowing us to inhabit the earth around their zones, and hence they exist in bleak regions. They are extremely sacred power centers, rich with life in other realms. They are the homes of the celestials who live in the space, in the air, in the realm of the atmosphere around them. Lesser celestials live closer to the earth and greater beings live higher and deeper within these zones. What is invisible to our swamp is the richness and the purity of the earth, water, air and wind around here. This is an overwhelming experience because the purity outside has a very strong impact on the swamp inside which undergoes a sudden urge to transform into a garden leaving us emotionally very intense resulting in tears on the exterior. The need to want to stay, the urge to remain and the weakness of attachment to the swamp makes us retreat to our marshland.   

Back home in the stench of swamps, we have managed to grow a pretty garden inside the mind. We have connected with the Gods, and touched the sacred door to paradise. Our mind has made a connection it cannot forget, though we are incapable of expressing it. We only feel the beauty of that paradise, we experience the sublime feeling of freedom to disconnect from the swamp, we know there is a path and we want to take it. This garden is now beginning to flower and mystical path is now open and is speaking to us. We have opened the channel to the celestials, to the Gods and if we are persistent, they will visit us. And when they do, we speak a language they understand, a set of syllables strung together, a particular set of sounds when woven in line will produce music to their ears and make them appear to us. What a beautiful world, what an ingenious technique to make the mysterious super world a part of ourselves and transform this swamp into a path leading up to the mother ship of the super gods.

Photo courtesy: Wikipedia: Axis Mundi

4 comments:

Bart said...

What a beautiful depiction of the sacred family gathered together in the heart cave of the Crystal Mountain; and so appropriately to receive a picture like this on a day as today. Shubh Mahashivaratri, Kavitha & all others - Om namah Shivaya!

I have never been yet in Tibet, so do not know the Parvata Kailasha from nearby, and I furtherknow it is prohibited to climb it, but I have seen many pictures and photos of it and I always look after the dark spots on the mountain which could be one of the entrances of the many caves inside.

And although I haven't physically entered such a corridor to the heart of the holy mountain I do know the intern plan already. It's shaped like the human chakra-system. Or better said: the human chakra-system is formed after the design of the Kailasha cave complex. The highest cave --the Sahasrara cave, is Lord Shiva's meditation room. The deepest but one cave is Lady Uma Parvati's bathing room in the Svasthistana Cave, not to enter by any corridor from outside the mountain. Downstairs from there, we will find in the Muladhara-room Ganesha's quarters, the guardian of his Mothers privacy, and the God of obstacles to everybody who wants to invade God's residence on earth. There are 33 stairs in between that lowest and the highest cave, that's why we've got 33 vertebras in our backbone too. Lord Skanda, in the picture lying on Lady Uma's lap has his quarters in Kailasha's Manipura cave. I have a vivid conception of that room for I have been in the Batu Caves, Lord Murugan's sanctuary in Malaysia and I have visited Skanda Ashram in Arunachala, once Sri Ramana Maharshi's meditation room. The Anahata-hall is the family room as depicted on the painting. The Visuddha cave is the reception hall where Lord Shiva receives colleague Gods and Goddesses with requests. And the Ajna cave is the commando centre wherefrom the entire universe is governed. Off course there are many more caves to name. For every minor chakra of sub-chakra one.

One day I hope to circumambulate Mount Kailash by foot, but in the meantime I will continue to explore it's interior by means of meditation.

JC said...

All said and done, the basic realisation of the wise ancients is explained in one word 'Om', or the graphic symbol ॐ that depict the three component of the formless creator, ie, Creation, Sustenance & Destruction in so far as 'we' the models of the apparent infinite void of the universe are concerned... 'I' am a dot, Nadbindu itself, ie, the source of the primordial sound, Vishnu, responsible for the 'Maya' that is illusion...
"Shivoham" explains who 'I' am (?), that is, the Supreme Soul at Sahasrar Chakra, the point where total energy is required to be lifted in 'my' Mansarovar...
Om (ॐ) Namah Shivaya :)

Dr.Anil Joshi said...

The "family Painting " is just fantastic! Who is the artist?

JC said...

Hi Dr Anil Joshi! Seeing you after a long time! Hope all is good at Pandharpur.

Personally, 'I' haven't been a regular visitor to temples as such, and was thus first introduced to the Shiva's family, in a temple, at Mumbai in Babulnath Temple, maybe some 10-12 years ago.
Happy Mahashivarari!