THE MASTERY
OF YOUR ATTENTION WILL COME
WHEN YOU WILL START SEEING the truth..
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads
*note* Interesting mystic experience from Stephen Boston...the reluctant messenger:) http://reluctant-messenger.com/the_story08.htm
I had something identical at 5 years old,when I drowned while taking some swimming classes..the instructor was not watching,and I sat like 4 minutes on the bottom of the pool,seeing my life and feeling an amazing peace and bliss while watching as Stephen says,,the sky whom became a projection of my life,,..till one voice said,,NOT NOW,,..and I floated up,like being pulled by a powerful hand of light.
It took me decades to process that initial experience.Now I know whom said,,NOT NOW!..It was me.The real me.After I got off that pool....I told the instructor I feel weak..and I set on the floor for about 50 minutes,on my back..with my eyes closed,and trembling of the vision I'd just had...they had to wake me up when the class was done.I remember clearly the face of the instructor when I told him I feel weak and can't swim no more...I talked to him later and he said I looked like a ghost,he could see thru me..that's why he said,,lie down Danny,no problem,,..he was more scared then me...he thought he had some eye problems.My story is real,and so is Stephen's story,he says so on his site,and I believe him,from my own experience.When I look back..I sense that experience was the best thing whom shaped my esoteric search in the years to come,for it gave me a glimpse of my true nature.
Now I can swim like a fish.
Thus spokenth the mahayogi....kisses:)
-added by danny-
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My Mystic Experience(from Stephen W. Boston)
I've debated with myself whether I would ever tell anybody what happened those few hours after the strange man in India told me God was reaching through clocks to prove he existed. I must have snapped. I remember walking off the porch and screaming at him to leave me alone. I'm not sure if I was talking to God or the Master. The last two days had just been too weird and I snapped.
I found myself on a clean well kept path that wandered through an oriental garden. I felt so angry and I couldn't find any outlet for it. I stomped down this path until it came to a dead end. There was a pond, flowers, shrubs and an expanse of sweet smelling emerald green grass. I was mad and exhausted from the strain. I sat down stiffly and looked up into the sky and screamed, "I hate God!" while shaking my fist vigorously.
I started crying and bawling like a baby. As I cried I closed my eyes and was transported back to the very first time I remember ever saying the words, 'I hate God.' I was eight years old and I had just discovered my pet duck was dead. I cried for days. My mom tried to console me and told me that even though we don't understand why, everything happens for a purpose. She held me and told me my duck was with God. I wiggled off her lap and screamed, "I hate God! I hate him!" I ran into my room and locked my door. I decided from that incident that there was no God, because God wouldn't let my duck be taken away from me. As I sat I remembered the incident in such vivid detail that I almost felt if I was back there as a boy all over again. Finally my temper tantrum was over, so I decided to just sit and collect my thoughts.
What happened next is the part that is difficult to share. An eerie calm settled over me. I was very aware of all of the sounds around me. The only way to describe it is that I felt very centered and a sense of knowing filled me. An intense clarity of mind and feeling swept through my being. Abrubtly my point of view changed. I could see my self as if I was floating 10 feet above my head. I no longer felt as if I was in a body but felt as if I was the air, the ground, the trees, the garden, the birds. Then it was like I remembered something I had forgotten. In an instant I knew everything. I don't know any other way to describe it. I felt an intense joy so profound I was overwhelmed and I started giggling and laughing. I laid back on the grass and giggled and snickered.
My perspective changed again and the sky became a projection screen and I started watching my life. Every significant event I had ever experienced was played out before me, only I had the perspective I was guiding and shaping my life for a purpose. What I'm about to say is going to sound crazy. As I watched my life I realized that I was God. I wasn't all of God, yet I knew I was a slice of God. It felt as stupid to not believe God existed as it did to believe I didn't exist. For a brief moment I knew everything and was everybody and everything. I don't know how long I laid in the grass watching and knowing and feeling my Godness. What happened next felt like a mental rubber band snapping back. One second I was God and all of creation and the next I was Chester laying on the grass with tears streaming out of his eyes. It was such a profound impossible moment. For a brief time, 20 to 40 minutes, I was God and I knew why I existed and what my destiny was. When it was gone it was like trying to remember something very important but for some reason I couldn't remember what it was. I decided to accept whatever was happening to me and I got up walked back to the cottage where the Master was. I knew he could help me make sense of what had just happened.
