Showing posts with label Clicks with Swami Nithyananda. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Bliss Bytes

Deep patience and the decision to wait is what I call surrender.

Don't control your body. Just trust its intelligence.

With pure love, you can awaken even a stone.

If you consciously relax your unconscious, you will transform.

All great shrines are resonant with the Existential energy.

Listening itself can lead to enlightenment.








~Paramahamsa Nithyananda

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

my birthday eve

Tomorrow it will be exactly one year since I first met, saw, hugged and cried in the arms of a Paramhamsa.
'I am always with you, Ma. Always.' He had reassured me.

I remember a story, read in a big fat hardbound book, based on the life of an old timer marathi saint, Gondawalekar Maharaj. When Maharaj was seven years old, he met a strange old man sleeping in the village temple. (Those days villages were small and a passerby was immediately noticed). Maharaj gave him some food and asked him,

'Where are you going, old man?'

The old man was so old, he couldnt even walk without a stick. He finished his meal, had a glass of water and stood up, balancing himself with the stick.

'I am seeking my master.' he told the little boy.

'I see. And who is your master?'

'I dont have one, that is why I am seeking him, no? '

'But why now? You are so old, you should stay put. You might die on the way.'

'Death is certain. The next birth is also certain. What I dont know is this: It took me all my life to come to this conclusion that I must seek a Guru. God knows how many births I will have to go through before I get this yearning again. So it is better I seek him now. If I die on the way, maybe God will have mercy on me and make me a seeker in my next life.
Nice talking to you, but I must be on my way. Goodbye, Salaam, Namaste.' And he was off onto the next village.

This incident did the job of waking up Gondawlekar Maharaj, at the tender age of seven.

Why should I wait till I am seventy? Why not start now? If this is what it comes to, better I dont waste time.

And off he went, walking all over India. From Mahrashtra to Bengal to kashi. Later in the book, he even meets my ex-ex-boyfreind, Ramakrishna Paramhamsa.

'Kill yourself. You kill yourself. You can do it.' Ramakrishna told him. (!) They knew what to say to whome and who can take what, these greats. Not like us who get reassured, and our tears and noses wiped.

So how did I celebrate my first birthday eve? By starting a meditation and healing center in my home. Three people had come for the satsang, two of them had brought along their little pigtailed daughters, so my boy had his own party in Papas room. We did Nithya Dhyaan and then some healing.

I even got a birthday present. For the past one year I have been doing this same meditation alone, and its almost always been a bit of a struggle, a little boring, legs going to sleep and all that. But today, I was not sitting. I was flying. My whole body participated in the process. All my cells were singing different, independent songs. So this is why they meditate?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I dont like the idea, but I respect your wish

This is for you, Aai.

It took me a long time to write this for you.

When we met this summer, we had an argument.

Subject: Your beautiful and divine body.

You: I want to donate my body for scientific research. I trust you to respect my wishes.

Me: But why Mom?

You: In fact, I have made a declaration to the effect. I have lived all my life with utmost respect for science and its achievements in the medical field. I have given eyes for donation of all our relatives, including both my parents.

Me: Eyes, I can understand. They give sight. But why body?

You: Why not? Anyway you are going to burn it. So why not give it for someone to study?

Me: Because....because they cut it up, the thought itself is awful.

You: And burning it is pleasant?

Me: Burning the body has religious sanction. It is supposed to help the soul to carry on its journey, to not get stuck.

You: I am not in the least worried about my soul getting stuck.

Me: How can you be so sure?

You: When I had that accident when you were just eight years old, I remember looking at the stars and feeling so free and light.

Me: Well, I am not so confident. (Pause)

You: But its my body. I have the right to decide how I want to dispense it.

Me: No you don't. You are our mother. We have the all rights on you. Its my responsibility to make sure I do the best for you.

You: And if what you think is best for me goes against my wishes, would that be right?

Me: Yes. You are my mother and I will not let anyone touch you. And you are the least complaining mom I have ever known, you have no health problems, you are so cheerful and chirpy, so there is no point in this discussion.

You: Why don't you ask your Guru?

Me: I know what my Guru will say. He has in fact taught me the value and importance of rituals and traditions.

You: But I want to ask him. Can you at least ask him for me?

Me: Ok, I will ask.

I must admit here, Aai, I met Swamiji three four times since I came back to bangalore, but I didnt ask him. But I think Swami might have a thing for you. Because finally, he grabbed me by the neck and told me.

"I completely acknowledge, encourage, welcome, any organ donation....It does not affect the journey of the soul if the body is not properly burnt or buried....Just look at the possessiveness, it goes on after death also..."



I still don't like the idea, but I respect your wish, Aai. You have raised us with too much freedom and respect.

Just bless me that I may touch your beauty, your grace and your guts. Always and forever.

your loving daughter,

Manguramteli

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Laugh, instead of taking your pills

Words from the Master

Posted: 07 Aug 2009 02:45 AM PDT

If you analyze why you laugh when a joke is cracked, you will understand: A set of logically connected statements is first told to you. When you are clinging on to the logic that has been created, the punch line is delivered and your logic is shattered! At that moment when your logic is shattered, your thinking, your mind is also shattered and you are in a state of no-mind or satori. You are Buddha!

When you are in no-mind, you are in the present. When you laugh, you are in the present because when you laugh there can be no thoughts. When you are thoughtless, you are in the present. When you are with thoughts, you are either in the past or in the future.

Laughter is total and it can simply heal and transform you. It is the best and easily available medicine for humanity.

______________________
This excerpt has been taken from the book: Guaranteed Solutions, by Swami Nithyananda



And this is a video of a laughing swami. Swami Nithyananda from Tiruvannamalai. The Mountain as a Man.

If you don't laugh while seeing this video, I will change the name of this blog from Mountain comma to Mountain fullstop.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Gratitude

There are uploaded about five hundred videos of Swami Nithyananda on you tube, all for free. As has become my nightly habit, just before going to bed I treat myself to a video. A few days ago, it started becoming difficult to find a new video, and I started seeing second shows.

But tonight, suddenly this video sprouted out of nowhere and I was so very grateful. Guess what it is called? Gratitude.

Saying thank you to the Bus driver, the waiter, the shop keeper and of course the maid, I realized, are a part of western culture I was taught by mum. Here swamiji appreciates the the culture of gratitude expressed in the social structure in the west.

A master is used as an object to intensify the devotion in you, he says, later. And I remembered the nandi in Arunachala. How I loved him. I used to go to the Arunachaleshwar temple in Tiru, just to sit outside the innermost temple and look at the nandi. A nandi is always facing north, his body posture is slightly angular, he is always waiting for Shiva. I never realised then that there was something called the nandi puja, but I was doing it.


Sunday, March 8, 2009

days and nights with the master

Since I cant stop thinking about those days, and that night, and since no one around me really wants to know how it was, I might as well blog it.

Step by step. Here is an account.

When I first heard about NSP (Nithya Spurna Program) :

At the end of the two day wash, sorry, the ASP (Ananda Spurna Programme), we all danced. To Tamil rock bhajans. One of the ladies, she was saree clad with hair combed back severely into a tight plait, started jumping before the music started. After the music started, she jumped across the room, around us, within us, like a charged up monkey. No, I have never seen a monkey dancing, but if I did, I guess it would have as much energy as this otherwise sober lady.

Later I got to know her, she is a mother of two. When I asked her how she dances so (errr) well,
she answered in half a sentence:

"Earlier I was shy, but after NSP..."


--------------six months later--------------------------

What happened at the NSP:

The special ingredient in this NSP was the presence of Swami Nithyananda. And what a presence he has!

Miracle no 1:

I am not too fond of crowds, but I can take them. For a while. It is always a little strenuous to be at peace with yourself in a packed local train compartment. The relief at coming out of the train is akin to getting out of tight clothes.
So I was a little apprehensive about the prospect of living with two thousand people, for four days and nights.
However, the place was so well organized, additional temporary bathrooms, multiple counters for serving food, etc, etc, but this is just the realistic explanation.
What really worked was how each one of us got systematically dipped into the nectar of bliss and became one with each other.

Miracle no 2:

Everybody danced. In that 2000 packed hall, there was space enough to barely jump where you stood, and raise your arms straight on top: but, every single body danced. I was one of few who got on the plastic chairs to see swami dancing, in fact, I matched my jumps with his. There was no fear of falling, because those who did, fell on others.

Each session started with swami coming in to music, sitting down with the question slips. As he sorted the questions, the DJ would up the music and we would be up dancing. Three minutes, and the swami would touch his mike, the music would immediately stop. He would answer a couple of questions, with minimal words, 'Don't worry, I will take care' or 'Blessings. It will be ok.'
and as he would let go the mike, the music would start again.

' What is spirituality? ' someone asked swami.

'Being blissful and allowing others to be blissful' he said.

On the last day, after the anand darshan, I had the luck to watch swami dancing from a distance of five feet. It was the most graceful, relaxed, happy, sensuous and hypnotic dance I have ever ever seen. I am usually happier dancing myself than watching people dance. But watching swami dance was something dancing within myself.

Miracle no 3 :
We tationed all night.

'Since we have come here to meditate, we might as well do a bit of it between the dancing.' Swami said. And so we all died and then awoke, we did the mahamantra humming, we expanded to the cosmos and back, actually I don't remember much what all we did. Rather, my experience was that it all just happened, without much effort.

Swami made us write down all our guilt's, (incidents we wish hadn't happened) and then we closed our eyes and went through the list. Re-living , he said, is relieving. Soon the entire hall was howling away.

And then he played a neat trick on us. Promising us the world, he asked us to write down all our desires. House, car, world trip, (a hut in Tiru), whatever we have ever wanted. And then, we were all made to stand, and do a deep breathe in, hold, deep breathe out, hold, repeat, visualize all your desires coming true, repeat, repeat, I don't remember what explanation he gave, but we all got so spaced out, all the desires, thoughts just evaporated.

'Happy family, all I want is a happy family' was the last thought I had before I went completely blank.

And the last tation, the one all of us were dreading, sitting up all night, eyes closed, the only instruction was to meditate on darkness. Meditate on darkness! And not sleep! I kept standing up to fight drowsiness, what with my neighbor snoring away.

But after around one AM, I started seeing the darkness and my goodness, its the most beautiful sight in the world. For one, it is endless. It has depth. It is mesmerizing. My body was blessed with a deep penetrating restful awareness.

Swamiji promised us that this tation will cure insomnia and yes, I have been sleeping very well ever since I came back, and, more important, I get up fresh and early.

the most touching moment: was when swami fed us curd rice. I came down for dinner and saw a very very long queue. I wondered what was the occasion and saw that swami was serving himself! I couldn't even say thank you when he served me. It was the tastiest curd rice I ever had with tears of utter gratitude flowing down my cheeks. Needless to add, curd rice is now my favorite food.

Some clicks:

Clicks are moments of 'Yes! I always thought so, but you have put it in words.'

1. Swami : Sitting on a sofa and watching cricket is the stupidest way of passing time. The players are getting the exercise, all you do is sit indoors in one place and say 'Yey!' And the worst thing is that a game has become a matter of national pride and shame.

2. Swami: It is not necessary to ask questions to the master. As long as you have questions, even well formulated, intelligent questions, it signifies a dependence on words, a student -teacher relationship. In fact, it is a deep attachment to slavery. Slavery to concepts.

It is much more significant to have communion with the guru, to just be in the presence.

An invaluable health tip:

Its called Oil Pulling. Technically speaking, it should be called oil swishing. I mean, how does one pull oil?

Instructions: The first thing in the morning, before you brush your teeth, before that glass of water, take a spoon of sunflower refined or sesemese (til) oil, yes, put it in your mouth, and swish it around for twenty minutes. The first couple of days you might gag within the fifth minute, and that is fine. After swishing it, pulling it through the teeth, throw it out, it has a lot of toxins. Then you can brush, have your coffee, tea, whatever.

Benefits: Oil pulling is basically a detoxifying process. It cleans out the mouth of its millions of bacteria: many diseases start in the mouth. The person who recommended oil pulling to us, says it helps him to sleep better, his blood pressure has regularized, and, most important, the inner chatter has reduced. A little research on Google says that oil pulling can cure diabetes, arthritis, dental problems, ulcers, etc, etc.

Personal Experience: The first three days, I was aware of salivating more, which means the system was working better. Yesterday I looked at my tongue in the mirror. Its not been this pink since I was a little girl! Aches and pains in the body are minimizing. Digestion has improved. Hunger has increased. Yesterday I had planned to go on a fast. I ended up eating double!

Here is a link to oil pulling secrets.

Meanwhile, I take your leave to dance! I have bought three music CD's (and not one book), all in Tamil. I am getting free form slavery to concepts, words, language.