Yogiraj Gurunath Siddhanath - La rencontre de babaji, yahveh... - 1/2

When we started our trek towards the Himalayan ranges, towards the foothills of the Himalayas in the Kamal region, it was a sunny afternoon, and it was winter time and at a height of 8,000 feet. It got pretty cold, although the sun was shining. The sun gets quite hot in India, in the Himalayas, even though you’re at a height of 8,000 feet… and we walked up the Padandes, the beaten paths, amidst, amidst the coniferous trees, dried leaves, we kept walking. After some time the driver who was with me who drove me up to the place rested at the dok bublo (?), and I continued my journey at the long shadows of the evening sunset came and we, he kept walking. We had to reach a certain place, and I knew the, the area. By the time I had reached that place it was evening and the sun had set, that the orange sky, it was Rudraprayag, the sacred and holy place, very dear to the Sages of the Fire Mist, who still haunt the Himalayas with their love and spiritual blessings, giving off the essence and sacrifice, eighteen and a half million years ago when the world cycle was at half its stage, the cycle it had been completed only half. It is called the parardh. The Sages of the Fire Mist entered our planet to give impetus and evolution to the true nature of our own beings, call it the one, call it the soul, call it the atma, call it what you will, but the essential fact is that today the Hamsa will make a humble endeavor to give you the true nature of your being which is non-being, and this is the story which links up with that, so as we went with our heavy coats and blankets there was another troop of people and they bi-focated to another site. I was alone on my side of the confluence of the Alaknanda River which is very fast flowing and the Mandakini River which is a very gentle and slow river. They meet at the place of Rudraprayag. The places of Rudraprayag and Karnaprayag are in Dotirkand of the Himalayas, a spiritual place hallowed and blessed by these great masters, who have gone before us in robes of light and it is certain and definite that even great masters like Moses and Jesus went there and abided there to rest themselves and renew themselves for the further journey to the Infinite, and that night was the night of the full moon, but the moon had not come up it had become, there’s a certain phase of darkness, and as I went to those rarified areas I found that I was losing self-sense, what, but I was aware that I was losing self-sense and yet I was not my self. I was losing another sort of self-sense which was not my Self. That was not my Self, so I said most probably that must be the I-ness, the I am-ness or the ego which gives me the feeling that I am the body and not the soul, so I was losing the sense of my self being the body, but I was not losing the sense of my awareness as a boundless being, and as I sat and waited the cold breeze started blowing so I had the blanket around me but still the breeze used to get through some corner, some nook, some tunnel, some funnel, so I was feeling cold all the while which is not conducive to get into the state of Dhyan or Samahdi, to contact your true Self, but then even without that, even with all the distraction there was the dissolution of this I-ness, the ego, and an automatic awareness came upon me, which was focusing on the confluence, and I thought to myself that if I go into this, the confluence of the Alaknanda and the Mandakini, the fast rushing waters and slow, then I shall be baptized in the eternal spirit and waters of the sages of the ages, and as soon as I said that, the waters were a deep shimmer, sometimes deep scarlet, sometimes lilac, sometimes green. I don’t know where these colors played from, but they were definitely not my imagination, because reflecting from the snows, certain auras, I began to feel that they were imaginary, and then through that imagination of mine which was thoughtless, the imagination was not mine, but the awareness was there. I cannot explain because I was out of my mind. I had no quality of mind-stuff in me, and therefore I had no thoughts. I’m sorry if I cannot explain to you in the proper language, because language is disorganized. It sort of seems to melt in an experience, which I cannot tell you, so language is very inadequate, and especially English language or the American English language, which is, which is very young. It’s still adding words to its vocabulary, so therefore it is very difficult to explain and experience which is spiritual, ethereal, or something, whatever it is. I can only send across to you the flavour and the colours, but not the words, because there are none, thinking it to be imagination, and then a formation of light occurred, coming from the other side. Seeming to be a presence of being, I thought that light again was something which I had never seen, and yet was very familiar to me. And this light came across the water, and it dipped into the water, it was an electric lilac, you know, sort of whirlpool of light. It was going like an Aurora Borealis, like the Northern Lights, so then I rubbed my eyes and I said okay it’s beautiful to take this light in the third eye right here. The electric lilac, lilac is a very precious color, the opal light became opalescent, an electric lilac. You can see electric lilac color in an opalescent, in an opal. That’s the color, and…I had an intense desireless desire. I had a desireless desire. Does that convey anything? Does that, can that be understood? I don’t think it can. Can it? Because if it’s a desireless desire then it’s not a desire at all. I don’t know, whatever it was it was, I felt like merging into this light, with no effort of any material desire or craving, and just went into it, and that light dipped, the electric opalescent lilac light dipped in the, this great confluence of the rivers, and when I , I merged I lost self-sense for just a fraction of a second and the light came out. It was the form of one of the great Naths of all time and he was bathing, and the moon was out, and I was sitting there huddled in my blanket, suddenly I felt a warm glow rush up my body, then I felt a cold glow rush down my body as though somebody is revamping me, or cleansing me with hot water and cold water, an internal bath, as though I was having an internal bath, and then I tried to get up to go towards this Being but I couldn’t move. I was just rooted in my place. I couldn’t move, and I made an effort, but I couldn’t move, so I was satisfied to absorb myself from where I was. Then His voice came from within me, from everywhere and nowhere, “Do not try to move. Be where you are.”