The divine Spirit is buried in the heart(nations behave like persons)

. Lead me to the place I never left, Where there is peace, and peace - The Upanishads Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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

*note* I'm reading this Bowl of Saki, April 3, by Hazrat Inayat Khan...

Gotta love this guy..wish he was alive these days..so he might defused the time bomb named the radical muslims...but he is dead,and the muslims against christians war continues even after thousands of years..the principle is this:

1..you don't believe in my sharia musulman law...where ..you are dead meat,because I will be the next suicide bomber in your town.

2.if you burn my Koran holy book..you are dead also..because I want you to believe and respect in what I believe..and I am not interested in your religion..RESPECT mine,or die!

This is what I call the insanity of the collective consciousness!!!! ..remember..grasshoppers from heaven..that collective consciousness behaves as AN INDIVIDUAL consciousness ,but using the power of billions of people...there is absolutely no difference in their evolution...remember Hitler?

This happens because of the fractal creation principle factor... quote"A fractal is "a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be split into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole,"^[1] a property called self-similarity. Roots of the idea of fractals go back to the 17th century, while mathematically rigorous treatment of fractals can be traced back to functions studied by Karl Weierstrass, Georg Cantor and Felix Hausdorff a century later in studying functions that were continuous but not differentiable; however, the term fractal was coined by Benoît Mandelbrot in 1975 and was derived from the Latin fractus meaning "broken" or "fractured." A mathematical fractal is based on an equation that undergoes iteration, a form of feedback based on recursion.^[2] There are several examples of fractals, which are defined as portraying exact self-similarity, quasi self-similarity, or statistical self-similarity. While fractals are a mathematical construct, they are found in nature, which has led to their inclusion in artwork. They are useful in medicine, soil mechanics, seismology, and technical analysis."............system of creation,where the individual is saved first..then the principles abide to the whole..then..the collective is still rudiment because it acts on the lower fractal level,even so some of the individuals are on higher level..the collective always acts on the common denominator,lower level...PONDER!!!

In other words..for the collectives to wake up..is a formidable task..2000 years the muslims and the christians fought like dogs..this is similar with 2 people with different opinion about their particular beliefs..fighting..

Grasshoppers from heaven..if you analyze the situation ..you'll KNOW that the nations behave like persons..but with a twist..they behave on the lower denominator of all the people involved.

Therefore..unless inside the nations more people open up to the principles of ,,one god,, one love,, forgive,,and...,,I see you as myself,, and recognize our link as spiritual entities..you can wait other 10,000 years for the peace on earth to appear,since the salvation from thought forms is individual..NOT collective ..believe my superior wisdom..grasshoppers from heaven!
Thus spokenth the mahayogi,in front of his bewildered grasshoppers from heaven!

Because the divine spirit is buried in the heart..as beautifully Hazrat Inayat Khan says..

-added by danny-

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Life is a misery for the man absorbed in himself.(and so is for the collective nations whom behave like persons..remember a collective behaves like a person,but on a grander scale ..since it uses the energy of the cells named individuals..added by danny)

Bowl of Saki, April 3, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:
The more living the heart, the more sensitive it is; but that which causes sensitiveness is the love-element in the heart, and love is God. The person whose heart is not sensitive is without feeling; his heart is not living, it is dead. In that case the divine Spirit is buried in his heart. A person who is always concerned with his own feelings is so absorbed in himself that he has no time to think of another. His whole attention is taken up with his own feelings. He pities himself, he worries about his own pain, and is never open to sympathize with others. He who takes notice of the feelings of another person with whom he comes in contact, practices the first essential moral of Sufism.


from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/IX/IX_3.htm
A person who, alone, has seen something beautiful, who has heard something harmonious, who has tasted something delicious, who has smelt something fragrant, may have enjoyed it, but not completely. The complete joy is in sharing one's joy with others. For the selfish one who enjoys himself and does not care for others, whether he enjoys things of the earth or things of heaven, his enjoyment is not complete.


from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/IX/IX_29.htm
When a person is absorbed in himself, he has no time for character-building, because he has no time to think of others: then there is no other. But when he forgets himself, he has time to look here and there, to collect what is good and beautiful, and to add it naturally to his character. So the character is built. One need not make an effort to build it, one has only to forget oneself.
from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_2.htm
Every step in evolution makes life more valuable. The more evolved you are, the more priceless is every moment; it becomes an opportunity for you to do good to others, to serve others, to give love to others, to be gentle to others, to give your sympathy to souls who are longing and hungering for it. Life is miserable when a person is absorbed in himself; as soon as he forgets himself he is happy. The more he thinks of himself, his own affairs, work and interests, the less he knows the meaning of life. When a person looks at another he cannot at the same time look at himself. Illness, disappointments and hardships matter very little when one can look at them from a higher standpoint.
from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_1.htm
~~~ Life is a misery for the man absorbed in himself.(and so is for the nations..added by danny)

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

Allen Iverson and the practice of meditation:)..or of confusing the source with it's manifestation

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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* Allen Iverson talks about practice,after he was accused of not practicing..lovely..in other words he mistakes the source with manifestation(I'm making a parable here.not picking on Allen...I'm trying to explain something,grasshoppers..kisses to Allen) because very few people I've encountered really were willing to explain me how they practice(meditate)...usually they told me,,I am a Buddha..the mighty one,,..therefore I don't practice)

This is what I call the disease of confusing the source with it's manifestation..grasshoppers from heaven..remember what I told you long ago..that you are a resonator?..while the mind enlightenment is the only one stable(after you got the pure awareness,or the radiant light of the creation,and you know it..and that nothing or nobody can take from you,even after death)the body enlightenment ,or the ,,enjoying,, body is way other issue,because the simple fact that manifestation is eternal in time space(even though nothing happens in the witness state,since the universe is just a collapsing energy into itself,for the purpose of experiencing itself..yet..the witness,the real you... is above time/space..but you can't know yourself other then becoming dual in manifestation..ponder...you are the pure spirit experiencing itself as soul..while the spirit is ONE and the same in creation..the soul is individual..as a resonator in a mirror..his individuality is a resonating factor,unless you realize the unity of the 2)

But lucky of us..masters like Dogen have already explained this calamity,or the paradox...with no need for me,the mighty mahayogi..loved in the 3 worlds..worshiped in 10 and celebrated in the 18th also..to further explain..that's why I love these dead masters from the past..they did most of the work..while I am just enjoying their wisdom muscles..see?..kisses to them!

Thus spokenth the mahayogi,in front of his bewildered grasshoppers from heaven!

May all of you live long and prosper..and please cultivate the tree of life,in practice(meditation)

Love to you all..grasshoppers from heaven:)

-added by danny-

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http://www.zenki.com/index.php?lang=en&page=bendo01  

1. Q: Those who do not know Buddhism have to attain enlightenment by zazen and training. What use is zazen to those who have clearly obtained enlightenment?
   
   
   A: Though I do not talk about last night's dream and cannot give a paddle to a woodcutter, I have something to teach you. The view that training and enlightenment are not one is heretical. In Buddhism these two are the same. Because this is training enfolding enlightenment, the training even at the outset is all of original enlightenment. So the Zen master, when giving advice to his disciples, tells them not to seek enlightenment without training because training itself points directly to original enlightenment. Because it is already enlightenment of training, there is no end to enlightenment. Because it is training of enlightenment, there is no beginning to training. Sakyamuni Tathagata and Mahakasyapa, therefore, were both used by training based on enlightenment. Training, based on enlightenment similarly moved both Bodhidharma and Hui-neng. This is typical of all traces of transmission in Buddhism. Already there is training that is inseparable from enlightenment.
   
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   Because training even at the outset transmits a part of superior training, we fortunately gain a part of original enlightenment in this natural way. You must understand that the Buddhas and patriarchs emphasized the need for intensive training so as not to stain the enlightenment that is self-identical with training. If you throw away superior training, original enlightenment fills your hand. If you abandon original enlightenment, superior training permeates your body. In China I saw Zen monasteries in many districts, each with a meditation hall where 500 to 1,200 monks lived and practiced zazen day and night. When I asked the Zen masters who have been entrusted with the Buddha seal, What is the essence of Buddhism? they answered: Training and enlightenment are not two but one. So they urged disciples to follow the footsteps of the Zen masters in accordance with the teachings of the Buddhas and patriarchs. They recommended zazen not only to their disciples, but to all those who seek the true way, to those who yearn for true Buddhism, regardless of whether one is a beginner or an advanced student, a commoner or a sage. As a patriarch (Nangaku) has said:It is not true that there is no training and enlightenment, but do not stain them by clinging to them." Another patriarch has said: "He who sees the way trains the way. You must, therefore, train within enlightenment.
   

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy'... I've got love in my tummy and I feel like loving you!!:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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* yummy yummy yummy..I've got love in my belly(tummy)..and I feel like I'm loving you..

quote"Yummy Yummy Yummy" is a bubblegum pop song by Arthur Resnick and Joey Levine, first recorded by Ohio Express in 1968. Their version reached #4 in the U.S. Pop Singles chart[1] and #5 in the UK Singles Chart[2]. It has since been covered by many artists. Ohio Express was a studio concoction, and none of the "official" members appear on the record. Joey Levine sang lead vocals.

Joey Levine sang "Yummy Yummy Yummy" live for the first time ever in Henderson, Tennessee at the Caravan Of Stars XV, on May 17, 2008.

In the years it was a hit the song has become a cheesy staple. In Time Magazine's 2011 list of top 10 songs with silly lyrics it ranked number 8. It was used in a commercial for Kinder chocolate, in a food theme scene for the television shows The Simpsons and in "Last McSupper" scene of the film Super Size Me."

It interesting that he says,,love in my tummy(belly)..actually ..the belly is the point of resonating factor between you(as soul) and spirit within(the heart)..it connects by the parasympathetic nerves system..the belly is like a huge computer,and your solar plexus has yes/no warnings,by relaxing or by contracting(but you must watch it to get the point of this..it involves lower chakra rotating around the nabhi chakra(clockwise)..when relaxed in action,you'll feel it in your solar plexus...ponder about this ,grasshoppers,,...when the Homer sings,,yummy yummy yummy..however...the power of the belly is fixed from the birth..only by getting realized and open your sahasrara(top chakra) you can re-initiate the belly(tummy) computer...and change it's soul programming..see?

That's why meditation is paramount..because your belly reflects only your present state..but the tree of life is eternal and internal,if you look for it..ponder!!

Thus spokenth the mahayogi,in front of his bewildered grasshoppers from heaven!

-added by danny-

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Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,
Ooh love, to kiss ya,
Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter,
Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like
Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,
Kind-a like spices,
Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
But love,honey
Honey. I love you.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I. got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,
Oh love, to kiss ya,
Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter,
Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

How it feels like to have the sahasrara opened?

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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* people ask me all the time in emails...saying,,You mighty mahayogi,loved in the 3 realms,worshiped in 10..celebrated in the 18th also..can you explain me how it feels to have your sahasrara top head opened?"

And,due to my superior wisdom muscles..I explain this..

No..grasshoppers from heaven..even If I explained you,you'd take that explaining(the results) and make it a religion..first,and foremost be aware that the more I'll explain,the more you'll try to imitate..and therefore not practice,but imagine it.

THIS is the real stuff..but unless you cultivate it in meditation..what's the point of me,the mighty one..explaining you?

Therefore..grasshoppers..I'll try to keep my explaining to a minimum ..to spare you from the disease of imitating the advanced stages,using your mind..this is paramount to understand,if you want to progress in spirituality..is an inner transformation..not some watching the mind using the mind.

Grasshoppers from heaven..I tell you this only one time..

THIS IS ABOVE THE MIND...is the source of it..see?

And being the source..it activates the mind as manifestation.

Beware to watch your mind in the end..and you'll KNOW it by itself,as I know the back of my kripto hairy hands..trust me!!

Thus spokenth the mahayogi,in front of the bewildered grasshoppers from heaven:)

-added by danny-
ps..it feels like a rain shower,coming from the top of your head..and goes down on your left/right channels(hands) ..after that..if you trust it..(as in keeping your attention on the bliss within generated)  it will dissolve the mind in a pure clarity of heaven..then in a pure light..then in a pure bliss,if you manage to follow it to the bottom of your feet..at that point,watch your mind...that is the time to catch the kripto inside you,and become one with him,as he is pure awareness and bliss..enough of explaining..now go practice,grasshoppers from heaven..kisses:)

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To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

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So Patriarchs and Buddhas and the Kripto after all deceive people:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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* lovely blog I found.. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sadhumati/ made by my friend(I won't tell you his real name)

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"Longya said to his community, 'Those people who penetrate the study must pass beyond Buddhas and Patriarchs. The Master of Xinfeng said, "If you see the verbal teachings of the Buddhas and Patriarchs as if they were your mortal enemies, only then will you have the qualifications for penetrating the study." If you can't pass beyond them, then you will be deceived by the Patriarchs and Buddhas.' At the time there was a monk who asked, 'Do the Patriarchs and Buddhas have any intention to deceive people or not?' Longya said, 'Tell me, do rivers and lakes have any intention to obstruct people or not?' He went on to say, 'Although rivers and lakes have no intention to obstruct people, it's just that people now can't cross them. Therefore, rivers and lakes after all become barriers to people. You cannot say that rivers and lakes do not obstruct people. Although the Patriarchs and Buddhas have no intention to deceive people, it's just that people now cannot pass beyond them. So Patriarchs and Buddhas after all deceive people. Again, you cannot say that Patriarchs and Buddhas do not deceive people. If one can pass beyond the Patriarchs and Buddhas, this person surpasses the Patriarchs and Buddhas. Still, one must completely realize the intent of the Patriarchs and Buddhas : only then can one be equal to those transcendent people of old. If you have not yet been able to pass through, if you study the Buddhas and study the Patriarchs, then you'll have no hope of attaining even in ten thousand aeons.' The monk also asked, 'How can I be able to avoid being deceived by the Patriarchs and Buddhas?' Longya said, 'You must be enlightened yourself.'" - Yuanwu

"Among gods and humans, how many know? How many?" - Xuedou

"If one does not distinguish between experiences and realization, he will be deluded by holding on to the experiences as realization." - Longchenpa

"Let us be thoroughgoing not only in inner experience, but in its interpretation as well." - Yongjia

-lovely...but be careful..only if you are advanced enough you can understand this stuff..because this is the stuff the dreams are made of....THUS Spokenth the mahayogi!..kisses to the grasshoppers from heaven:)...added by danny-

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I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
I came down from Heaven & I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:


Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
(...lead you all in the Dance, said Kripto!)


I danced for the scribe & the pharisee
But they would not dance & they wouldn't follow me
I danced for fishermen, for James & John
They came with me & the Dance went on:
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that'll never, never die!
I'll live in you if you'll live in Me -
I am the Lord of the Dance, said Kripto!

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

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Until the heart is empty, it cannot receive the knowledge of Kripto:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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

*lovely bawl of saki(the strong truth made from rice..it bites your tongue and this kind of rice saki is formidable in awaking your wisdom muscles..trust me..only IF you find the one watching you,inside,of course..otherwise..you'll be a robot) .no more comments..but one song for the creator of the ,Bawl of saki,,..kisses to him..")

Thus spokenth the mahayogi.

-added by danny-

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Until the heart is empty, it cannot receive the knowledge of God.
                        Bowl of Saki, March 28, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:
When a person comes to take a lesson on any subject, and he brings his own knowledge with him, the teacher has little to teach him, for the doors of his heart are not open. His heart that should be empty in order to receive knowledge is occupied by the knowledge that he already had acquired.

   from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm


It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed. It is the perfection of that passiveness in the heart of the messenger which gives scope for the message from above; for the messenger is the reed, the instrument. The difference between his life and the life of the average man is that the latter is full of self. It is the blessed soul whose heart is empty of self, who is filled with the light of God.

   from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/IX/IX_29.htm


There are many ideas which intoxicate man, many feelings there are which act upon the soul as wine, but there is no stronger wine than the wine of selflessness. It is a might and it is a pride that no worldly rank can give. To become something is a limitation, whatever one may become. Even if a person were to be called the king of the world, he would still not be emperor of the universe. If he were the master of earth, he would still be the slave of Heaven. It is the person who is no one, who is no one and yet all.

The Sufi, therefore, takes the path of being nothing instead of being something. It is this feeling of nothingness which turns the human heart into an empty cup into which the wine of immortality is poured. It is this state of bliss which every truth-seeking soul yearns to attain. It is easy to be a learned person, and it is not very difficult to be wise. It is within one's reach to become good. And it is not an impossible achievement to be pious or spiritual. But if there is an attainment greater and higher than all these things, it is to be nothing.

   from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_8.htm


All the great saints and sages, the great ones who have liberated humanity, have been as innocent as children and at the same time wiser, much more so, than the worldly-wise. And what makes it so? What gives them this balance? It is repose with passiveness. When they stand before God, they stand with their heart as an empty cup; when they stand before God to learn, they unlearn all things the world has taught them; when they stand before God, their ego, their self, their life, is no more before them. They do not think of themselves in that moment with any desire to be fulfilled, with any motive to be accomplished, with any expression of their own; but as empty cups, that God may fill their being.

   from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_II_1.htm



   ~~~ Until the heart is empty, it cannot receive the knowledge of God.
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To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

When true simplicity is gained...from Joseph Brackett Jr.

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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*..when I put on my attention on the past,of course I find some realized people..this is my mahayogi power...now..this guy knew the truth,or at least some parts of it...He composed these verses and music..Joseph Brackett Jr. (May 6, 1797 – July 4, 1882), an American songwriter and Elder of The United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing ("The Shakers"), was born in Cumberland, Maine, and died in the Shaker community of Sabbathday Lake at New Gloucester, Maine.[1]

Brackett is known as the author of the Shaker dancing song Simple Gifts which has become an internationally loved tune, both through his original version, and many of its adaptations. The song, written in 1848, was largely unknown outside of Shaker communities until Aaron Copland used the melody in his 1944 composition Appalachian Spring.

Brackett's tune is also known widely through the lyrics "The Lord of the Dance" written by Sydney Carter in 1963.

Now..these shakers were dancing american indian style..and shaked..that was the reason for calling them,,Shakers,,..

But..as usually...as the founder of the shakers named Ann Lee 

She never believed in sex...so she put this rule for the members to NEVER have sex..I wonder why she(in her great wisdom of hell) ever allowed eating,or breathing..or defecation...looks like she had to compromise a bit.

They refused sex..the whole thing...so they never raised kids,because they believed sex was a sin...

Joseph Brackett Jr. wrote this song,and obviously he was greater then Ann Lee...kisses for him,said the mahayogi..:)

This is WHAT happens when religions confuse the SOURCE with the MANIFESTATION of the ONE...and forget that without manifestation they could NOT KNOW the source..remember what I told you you are here to experience yourselves,grasshoppers from heaven?..good..kisses from the mahayogi..now go bend the spoon:)

Spoon Matrix - Funny bloopers R us

-added by danny-

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Tis the gift to be simple, Its a gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
Will be in the valley of love and delight.


When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed,
To turn, turn, will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right


'Tis the gift to be simple, Its a gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
Will be in the valley of love and delight.


When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed,
To turn, turn, will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right
Till by turning, turning we come round right

words by Sydney Carter, music traditional


I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
I came down from Heaven & I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:


Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
(...lead you all in the Dance, said He!)


I danced for the scribe & the pharisee
But they would not dance & they wouldn't follow me
I danced for fishermen, for James & John
They came with me & the Dance went on:
I danced on the Sabbath & I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame!
They whipped & they stripped & they hung me high
And they left me there on a cross to die!


I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body & they thought I'd gone
But I am the Dance & I still go on!


They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that'll never, never die!
I'll live in you if you'll live in Me -
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-

With great regret,one more link is down..The Tiger Swami:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking. 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* you might ask me why I post the full text from some links I grab..this is because ,,with full  regrets,and all our efforts..the link is not working...because we went out of business they say..,,Therefore ..don't blame me for long posts..just checked right now the marvelous,,Autobiography of a Yogi,,..and the link is down..here.try it on http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiger-swami.html even though his book is public domain...looks like the folks posting went out of business,indeed..NOW do you have the courage to blame me for long posts?..is the only way to save them..unless blogspot.com goes out of business,of course..in that case I'll apply my other strategy,but I won't tell you..because it involves lots of brain muscle.

Hopefully..due to my superior wisdom muscles I found other link,still alive..Halleluyah!!!

So for NOW..let's enjoy the Autobiography of a Yogi on the fresh link..kisses ..says the mahayogi to Paramhansa Yogananda..for he even in inventing things,was better then fiction..for he presented them as true..ain't that marvelous?..but if the above link goes down too.. I'll might post the whole book on my blog,and get it over with that non-sense of ,,site not available..try next life time,, message.

Trust ME!

Thus spokenth the mahayogi!

-added by danny-

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*note* I was amazed how that swami fought the tiger....but the problem is I fought 2 wolf dogs(I jumped the fence and faced them..because they were barking at me,while I was just passing by...took me 3 punches,and 12 kicks..) AND one large bear(whom stole my food while I was camping into the woods.....that fight was ugly...because I really didn't want to hurt the bear,I just wanted to intimidate him..however I have managed to punch him right in the balls while screaming,,Let go of my neck,you over-muscled animal!!..then he retreated,in shame.

Then I cried..run ..bear ...RUN bear...RUN like the Forest GUMP because you ain't getting my cheese sandwich ..no way,Jose!..you want some more of my wisdom muscles??

Paramhansa Yogananda,Autobiography of a Yogi ,,Tiger Swami,, is below..enjoy it")

-added by danny-

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Introduction
Notes on the Original First Edition
Frequently Asked Questions About the First Edition Introduction
Autobiography of a Yogi is not an ordinary book. It is a spiritual treasure. To read its message of hope to all truthseekers is to begin a great adventure.
Paramhansa Yogananda was the first yoga master of India to take up permanent residence in the West.t. In the 1920's, as he criss-crossed the United States on what he called his "spiritual campaigns," his enthusiastic audiences filled the largest halls in America.
His initial impact was truly impressive. But his lasting influence is greater still. This single volume, Autobiography of a Yogi, first published in 1946, helped launch, and continues to inspire, a spiritual revolution in the West.
Only rarely does a sage of Paramhansa Yogananda's stature write a firsthand account of his life experiences. Childhood revelations, his visits to saints and masters of India, the years of training he received in the ashram of his guru, and long-secret teachings of Self-Realization are all made available to the Western reader. Followers of many religious traditions have come to recognize Autobiography of a Yogi as a masterpiece of spiritual literature. Yet for all  its depth, it is full of gentle humor, lively stories, and practical common sense.
Notes on the Original First Edition
This online edition is identical to the text of the first edition, published in 1946, by Philosophical Library in New York City. This volume also contains reproductions of the photographs from the original edition.
Although Yogananda himself participated in preparing both the second and third editions of the Autobiography of a Yogi, correcting spelling and grammatical errors and addressing questions raised by his readers, there is a unique power to the original that we feel is particularly worth preserving. In order to be faithful to the original edition, we have not corrected errors of spelling, grammar, or punctuation.
Editions past the third have been prepared since the author's passing in 1952. In 1953, Self-Realization Fellowship, the organization founded by Paramhansa Yogananda in Los Angeles, California, acquired the rights to Autobiography of a Yogi from Philosophical Library; it has been the publisher of all subsequent editions, until the reprint of the first edition by Crystal Clarity Publishers in 1993.
Crystal Clarity, Publishers, is the publishing house of Ananda Church of Self-Realization.
Ananda, dedicated to the dissemination of the teachings of Paramhansa Yogananda, was  founded in 1968 by one of Yogananda's direct disciples, J. Donald Walters (Kriyananda).
If you find this book inspiring and would like to learn more of the life and teachings of Paramhansa Yogananda, Crystal Clarity has many resources  to share with you. For more information, visit the Crystal Clarity website, or write Crystal Clarity, Publishers, 14618 Tyler Foote Rd., Nevada City, California, 95959, 1-800-424-1055.
 
Frequently Asked Questions
Who owns the copyright on the Autobiography of a Yogi?
The first edition is in the public domain.
Why do you spell Paramhansa Yogananda's name differently than most people?
We've chosen to honor the way Yogananda himself wrote his name. Some years after his passing, editors decided to change the spelling of his name by adding an extra 'a', turning it into 'Paramahansa'. According to some pundits in India, the extra 'a' makes the spelling a proper translation from the original Sanskrit. Other noted Sanskrit scholars say the way Yogananda wrote his name is the correct way.
Ananda chooses to respect the way that Sri Yukteswar (who gave Yogananda the title 'Paramhansa') and Yogananda spelled it. You can see Yogananda's original signature in the first edition, reproduced on the title page, just as he wrote it.
How much has been changed in later editions?
Yogananda made a few changes leading up to the third edition. Later editors made changes numbering in the hundreds after Yogananda's passing.
I have discovered the Tiger Swami's address. Let us visit him tomorrow in his town"


This welcome suggestion came from Chandi, one of my high school friends. I was eager to meet the saint who, in his premonastic life, had caught and fought tigers with his naked hands. A boyish enthusiasm over such remarkable feats was strong within me.


The next day dawned wintry cold, but Chandi and I sallied forth gaily. After much vain hunting in Bhowanipur, outside Calcutta, we arrived at the right house. The door held two iron rings, which I sounded piercingly. Notwithstanding the clamor, a servant approached with leisurely gait. His ironical smile implied that visitors, despite their noise, were powerless to disturb the calmness of a saint's home.


Feeling the silent rebuke, my companion and I were thankful to be invited into the parlor. Our long wait there caused uncomfortable misgivings. India's unwritten law for the truth seeker is patience; a master may purposely make a test of one's eagerness to meet him. This psychological ruse is freely employed in the West by doctors and dentists!


Finally summoned by the servant, Chandi and I entered a sleeping apartment. The famous Sohong1 Swami was seated on his bed. The sight of his tremendous body affected us strangely. With bulging eyes, we stood speechless. We had never before seen such a chest or such football-like biceps. On an immense neck, the swami's fierce yet calm face was adorned with flowing locks, beard and moustache. A hint of dovelike and tigerlike qualities shone in his dark eyes. He was unclothed, save for a tiger skin about his muscular waist.


Finding our voices, my friend and I greeted the monk, expressing our admiration for his prowess in the extraordinary feline arena.


"Will you not tell us, please, how it is possible to subdue with bare fists the most ferocious of jungle beasts, the royal Bengals?"


"My sons, it is nothing to me to fight tigers. I could do it today if necessary." He gave a childlike laugh. "You look upon tigers as tigers; I know them as pussycats."


"Swamiji, I think I could impress my subconsciousness with the thought that tigers are pussycats, but could I make tigers believe it?"


"Of course strength also is necessary! One cannot expect victory from a baby who imagines a tiger to be a house cat! Powerful hands are my sufficient weapon."


He asked us to follow him to the patio, where he struck the edge of a wall. A brick crashed to the floor; the sky peered boldly through the gaping lost tooth of the wall. I fairly staggered in astonishment; he who can remove mortared bricks from a solid wall with one blow, I thought, must surely be able to displace the teeth of tigers!


"A number of men have physical power such as mine, but still lack in cool confidence. Those who are bodily but not mentally stalwart may find themselves fainting at mere sight of a wild beast bounding freely in the jungle. The tiger in its natural ferocity and habitat is vastly different from the opium-fed circus animal!
"Many a man with herculean strength has nonetheless been terrorized into abject helplessness before the onslaught of a royal Bengal. Thus the tiger has converted the man, in his own mind, to a state as nerveless as the pussycat's. It is possible for a man, owning a fairly strong body and an immensely strong determination, to turn the tables on the tiger, and force it to a conviction of pussycat defenselessness. How often I have done just that!"


I was quite willing to believe that the titan before me was able to perform the tiger-pussycat metamorphosis. He seemed in a didactic mood; Chandi and I listened respectfully.


"Mind is the wielder of muscles. The force of a hammer blow depends on the energy applied; the power expressed by a man's bodily instrument depends on his aggressive will and courage. The body is literally manufactured and sustained by mind. Through pressure of instincts from past lives, strengths or weaknesses percolate gradually into human consciousness. They express as habits, which in turn ossify into a desirable or an undesirable body. Outward frailty has mental origin; in a vicious circle, the habit-bound body thwarts the mind. If the master allows himself to be commanded by a servant, the latter becomes autocratic; the mind is similarly enslaved by submitting to bodily dictation."


At our entreaty, the impressive swami consented to tell us something of his own life.


"My earliest ambition was to fight tigers. My will was mighty, but my body was feeble."


An ejaculation of surprise broke from me. It appeared incredible that this man, now "with Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear," could ever have known weakness.


"It was by indomitable persistency in thoughts of health and strength that I overcame my handicap. I have every reason to extol the compelling mental vigor which I found to be the real subduer of royal Bengals."


"Do you think, revered swami, that I could ever fight tigers?" This was the first, and the last, time that the bizarre ambition ever visited my mind!


"Yes." He was smiling. "But there are many kinds of tigers; some roam in jungles of human desires. No spiritual benefit accrues by knocking beasts unconscious. Rather be victor over the inner prowlers."


"May we hear, sir, how you changed from a tamer of wild tigers to a tamer of wild passions?"


The Tiger Swami fell into silence. Remoteness came into his gaze, summoning visions of bygone years. I discerned his slight mental struggle to decide whether to grant my request. Finally he smiled in acquiescence.


"When my fame reached a zenith, it brought the intoxication of pride. I decided not only to fight tigers but to display them in various tricks. My ambition was to force savage beasts to behave like domesticated ones. I began to perform my feats publicly, with gratifying success.


"One evening my father entered my room in pensive mood.


"'Son, I have words of warning. I would save you from coming ills, produced by the grinding wheels of cause and effect.'


"'Are you a fatalist, Father? Should superstition be allowed to discolor the powerful waters or my activities?'


"'I am no fatalist, son. But I believe in the just law of retribution, as taught in the holy scriptures. There is resentment against you in the jungle family; sometime it may act to your cost.'


"'Father, you astonish me! You well know what tigers are-beautiful but merciless! Even immediately after an enormous meal of some hapless creature, a tiger is fired with fresh lust at sight of new prey. It may be a joyous gazelle, frisking over the jungle grass. Capturing it and biting an opening in the soft throat, the malevolent beast tastes only a little of the mutely crying blood, and goes its wanton way.


"'Tigers are the most contemptible of the jungle breed! Who knows? my blows may inject some slight sanity of consideration into their thick heads. I am headmaster in a forest finishing school, to teach them gentle manners!


"'Please, Father, think of me as tiger tamer and never as tiger killer. How could my good actions bring ill upon me? I beg you not to impose any command that I change my way of life.'"


Chandi and I were all attention, understanding the past dilemma. In India a child does not lightly disobey his parents' wishes.


"In stoic silence Father listened to my explanation. He followed it with a disclosure which he uttered gravely.


"'Son, you compel me to relate an ominous prediction from the lips of a saint. He approached me yesterday as I sat on the veranda in my daily meditation.


"'"Dear friend, I come with a message for your belligerent son. Let him cease his savage activities. Otherwise, his next tiger-encounter shall result in his severe wounds, followed by six months of deathly sickness. He shall then forsake his former ways and become a monk."'


"This tale did not impress me. I considered that Father had been the credulous victim of a deluded fanatic."


The Tiger Swami made this confession with an impatient gesture, as though at some stupidity. Grimly silent for a long time, he seemed oblivious of our presence. When he took up the dangling thread of his narrative, it was suddenly, with subdued voice.


"Not long after Father's warning, I visited the capital city of Cooch Behar. The picturesque territory was new to me, and I expected a restful change. As usual everywhere, a curious crowd followed me on the streets. I would catch bits of whispered comment:


"'This is the man who fights wild tigers.'


"'Has he legs, or tree-trunks?'


"'Look at his face! He must be an incarnation of the king of tigers himself!'


"You know how village urchins function like final editions of a newspaper! With what speed do the even-later speech-bulletins of the women circulate from house to house! Within a few hours, the whole city was in a state of excitement over my presence.


"I was relaxing quietly in the evening, when I heard the hoofbeats of galloping horses. They stopped in front of my dwelling place. In came a number of tall, turbaned policemen.


"I was taken aback. 'All things are possible unto these creatures of human law,' I thought. 'I wonder if they are going to take me to task about matters utterly unknown to me.' But the officers bowed with unwonted courtesy.


"'Honored Sir, we are sent to welcome you on behalf of the Prince of Cooch Behar. He is pleased to invite you to his palace tomorrow morning.'


"I speculated awhile on the prospect. For some obscure reason I felt sharp regret at this interruption in my quiet trip. But the suppliant manner of the policemen moved me; I agreed to go.


"I was bewildered the next day to be obsequiously escorted from my door into a magnificent coach drawn by four horses. A servant held an ornate umbrella to protect me from the scorching sunlight. I enjoyed the pleasant ride through the city and its woodland outskirts. The royal scion himself was at the palace door to welcome me. He proffered his own gold-brocaded seat, smilingly placing himself in a chair of simpler design.


"'All this politeness is certainly going to cost me something!' I thought in mounting astonishment. The prince's motive emerged after a few casual remarks.


"'My city is filled with the rumor that you can fight wild tigers with nothing more than your naked hands. Is it a fact?'


"'It is quite true.'


"'I can scarcely believe it! You are a Calcutta Bengali, nurtured on the white rice of city folk. Be frank, please; have you not been fighting only spineless, opium-fed animals?' His voice was loud and sarcastic, tinged with provincial accent.


"I vouchsafed no reply to his insulting question.


"'I challenge you to fight my newly-caught tiger, Raja Begum.2 If you can successfully resist him, bind him with a chain, and leave his cage in a conscious state, you shall have this royal Bengal! Several thousand rupees and many other gifts shall also be bestowed. If you refuse to meet him in combat, I shall blazon your name throughout the state as an impostor!'


"His insolent words struck me like a volley of bullets. I shot an angry acceptance. Half risen from the chair in his excitement, the prince sank back with a sadistic smile. I was reminded of the Roman emperors who delighted in setting Christians in bestial arenas.


"'The match will be set for a week hence. I regret that I cannot give you permission to view the tiger in advance.'


"Whether the prince feared I might seek to hypnotize the beast, or secretly feed him opium, I know not!


"I left the palace, noting with amusement that the royal umbrella and panoplied coach were now missing.


"The following week I methodically prepared my mind and body for the coming ordeal. Through my servant I learned of fantastic tales. The saint's direful prediction to my father had somehow got abroad, enlarging as it ran. Many simple villagers believed that an evil spirit, cursed by the gods, had reincarnated as a tiger which took various demoniac forms at night, but remained a striped animal during the day. This demon-tiger was supposed to be the one sent to humble me.


"Another imaginative version was that animal prayers to Tiger Heaven had achieved a response in the shape of Raja Begum. He was to be the instrument to punish me-the audacious biped, so insulting to the entire tiger species! A furless, fangless man daring to challenge a claw-armed, sturdy-limbed tiger! The concentrated venom of all humiliated tigers-the villagers declared-had gathered momentum sufficient to operate hidden laws and bring about the fall of the proud tiger tamer.


"My servant further apprized me that the prince was in his element as manager of the bout between man and beast. He had supervised the erection of a storm-proof pavilion, designed to accommodate thousands. Its center held Raja Begum in an enormous iron cage, surrounded by an outer safety room. The captive emitted a ceaseless series of blood-curdling roars. He was fed sparingly, to kindle a wrathful appetite. Perhaps the prince expected me to be the meal of reward!


"Crowds from the city and suburbs bought tickets eagerly in response to the beat of drums announcing the unique contest. The day of battle saw hundreds turned away for lack of seats. Many men broke through the tent openings, or crowded any space below the galleries."


As the Tiger Swami's story approached a climax, my excitement mounted with it; Chandi also was raptly mute.


"Amidst piercing sound-explosions from Raja Begum, and the hubbub of the somewhat terrified crowd, I quietly made my appearance. Scantily clad around the waist, I was otherwise unprotected by clothing. I opened the bolt on the door of the safety room and calmly locked it behind me. The tiger sensed blood. Leaping with a thunderous crash on his bars, he sent forth a fearsome welcome. The audience was hushed with pitiful fear; I seemed a meek lamb before the raging beast.


"In a trice I was within the cage; but as I slammed the door, Raja Begum was headlong upon me. My right hand was desperately torn. Human blood, the greatest treat a tiger can know, fell in appalling streams. The prophecy of the saint seemed about to be fulfilled.


"I rallied instantly from the shock of the first serious injury I had ever received. Banishing the sight of my gory fingers by thrusting them beneath my waist cloth, I swung my left arm in a bone-cracking blow. The beast reeled back, swirled around the rear of the cage, and sprang forward convulsively. My famous fistic punishment rained on his head.
"But Raja Begum's taste of blood had acted like the maddening first sip of wine to a dipsomaniac long-deprived. Punctuated by deafening roar, the brute's assaults grew in fury. My inadequate defense of only one hand left me vulnerable before claws and fangs. But I dealt out dazing retribution. Mutually ensanguined, we struggled as to the death. The cage was pandemonium, as blood splashed in all directions, and blasts of pain and lethal lust came from the bestial throat.


"'Shoot him!' 'Kill the tiger!' Shrieks arose from the audience. So fast did man and beast move, that a guard's bullet went amiss. I mustered all my will force, bellowed fiercely, and landed a final concussive blow. The tiger collapsed and lay quietly.


"Like a pussycat!" I interjected.


The swami laughed in hearty appreciation, then continued the engrossing tale.


"Raja Begum was vanquished at last. His royal pride was further humbled: with my lacerated hands, I audaciously forced open his jaws. For a dramatic moment, I held my head within the yawning deathtrap. I looked around for a chain. Pulling one from a pile on the floor, I bound the tiger by his neck to the cage bars. In triumph I moved toward the door.


"But that fiend incarnate, Raja Begum, had stamina worthy of his supposed demoniac origin. With an incredible lunge, he snapped the chain and leaped on my back. My shoulder fast in his jaws, I fell violently. But in a trice I had him pinned beneath me. Under merciless blows, the treacherous animal sank into semiconsciousness. This time I secured him more carefully. Slowly I left the cage.


"I found myself in a new uproar, this time one of delight. The crowd's cheer broke as though from a single gigantic throat. Disastrously mauled, I had yet fulfilled the three conditions of the fight-stunning the tiger, binding him with a chain, and leaving him without requiring assistance for myself. In addition, I had so drastically injured and frightened the aggressive beast that he had been content to overlook the opportune prize of my head in his mouth!


"After my wounds were treated, I was honored and garlanded; hundreds of gold pieces showered at my feet. The whole city entered a holiday period. Endless discussions were heard on all sides about my victory over one of the largest and most savage tigers ever seen. Raja Begum was presented to me, as promised, but I felt no elation. A spiritual change had entered my heart. It seemed that with my final exit from the cage I had also closed the door on my worldly ambitions.


"A woeful period followed. For six months I lay near death from blood poisoning. As soon as I was well enough to leave Cooch Behar, I returned to my native town.


"'I know now that my teacher is the holy man who gave the wise warning.' I humbly made this confession to my father. 'Oh, if I could only find him!' My longing was sincere, for one day the saint arrived unheralded.


"'Enough of tiger taming.' He spoke with calm assurance. 'Come with me; I will teach you to subdue the beasts of ignorance roaming in jungles of the human mind. You are used to an audience: let it be a galaxy of angels, entertained by your thrilling mastery of yoga!'


"I was initiated into the spiritual path by my saintly guru. He opened my soul-doors, rusty and resistant with long disuse. Hand in hand, we soon set out for my training in the Himalayas."


Chandi and I bowed at the swami's feet, grateful for his vivid outline of a life truly cyclonic. I felt amply repaid for the long probationary wait in the cold parlor!

To nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.

Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;

There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.

The true and constant must respond to phenomena;

Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.

When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;

When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.

When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;

Within the pot, the trigrams of heaven and earth are joined.

Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;

Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.

White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;

The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.

Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;

You wander so freely—who is able to know you?

Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;

Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.

It comes entirely from these twenty lines;

A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem-