Baba
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1. PS #3544: हे प्रभु ! तुम मेरे निकट हो, फिर भी मैं तुमको कितना
कम जान पाया हॅूं
2. End Quote: Story: avidya tantrika
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Story: avidya tantrika
The following is the full account from Shabda Cayanika of the
depraved sadhaka Khagen who fell prey to the allurement of avidya
tantra and occult powers. Here below Baba is narrating the story.
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I kept on going and going and going. The palásh forest was not as
close as I thought it had been from a distance. After walking for a
while, I came to a halt at one spot. To my left was a somewhat deep
ditch where a dog had fallen in. He was still barking faintly in
between pauses. I realized that this middle-aged creature had come
to the last limits of his short life.
What an awful thing! Who could have done such a cruel deed? The dog
showed no sign of any injury, that is, he hadn’t been attacked by
any animal. If a tiger had attacked it would have seized him or her
by the throat or the neck. That is the way that felines attack, from
the tigers of the Sundarban jungle to the domesticated housecat.
Even a common cat catches rats and mice in that way. A wolf would
have attacked the stomach or the back which is how canines attack,
from the lion to the fox. When kakt́esiyás creatures attack,
however, they attack from the tail end. Their nature is to attack
other animals from behind and swing and shake them about.
The dog appeared completely uninjured. From looking at him, it
appeared as if some unnatural means had been used to arrest his
blood circulation and bring him seemingly to the point of death.
Almost as if someone was rapidly squeezing the last drop of its
life’s essence. After a few minutes navel-breathing began. His
dog-life did not have long to go. There was no water nearby. If it
had been rainy season then some water could have been found in
puddles and holes, but it was now the end of the cold season and
water was getting scarce. There was none to be found anywhere. Alas,
I thought, if I could just put a few drops of water in his mouth,
his throat would not be dry during his last moments.
The dog looked at me with sorrowful eyes. Suddenly my eyes fell on a
hillock directly across from the ditch, what we call d́uḿri in
Rarhi Bengali. In Rarhi Bengali we call a large mountain páháŕ, a
smaller, medium-sized mountain páháŕii, a smaller hill d́uḿri,
still smaller t́ilá, and even smaller d́hibi. When I looked
closely, I could see a motionless, imposing naked human figure.
I started moving slowly in his direction. After I had gone a little
ways I noticed that he was sitting absorbed in meditation in the
siddhásana posture, completely motionless. He seemed to be an
extension of the hill itself. The only difference between the two
was that the hill was reddish yellow and the human figure was bright
and fair-complexioned. I crossed a vaenci-shiyákul thicket,
approached very close to him and saw a Tantric sadhaka sitting in a
bhaeravii cakra yantra. My curiosity was aroused. I went even
closer, close enough to touch him, and took a good look. What did I
see, to my amazement, but someone well-known to me, Khagen…
Khagendranath Ghosh.
I had known Khagen since I was a child. His parents lived in
Chakradharpur and he used to attend school in my town. After he
finished his studies he left that area. I had heard from his father
that the two of us were born on the same day. I was born most likely
under the constellation of Vishákhá and he was born a few hours
later, most likely under the constellation of Anurádhá. He was one
class behind me in school.
There was a hereditary inclination towards spiritual practices in
his family. His grandfather, father and uncles all followed the path
of sádhaná. I remembered many years before, when he was studying
in standard nine, and he had asked me what the eight occult powers
were and what special practices existed by which one could attain
them. I explained to him as much as I knew at the time and pointed
out that these were dangerous things and that it was better not to
tread that path.
Kśurasya dhárá nishitá duratyayá durgaḿ pathastat kavayo
vadanti.
[The path is as sharp as a razor’s edge, difficult to tread. It is
an intractable path. So realized persons say.]
Looking at his face back then I thought that he seemed to be
devising a plan. I explained even more carefully the dangers
associated with it and counselled him to shun that path. Sádhaná
should be done only for the attainment of Parama Puruśa, not for
any second thing. He asked me how it would be if he did the
sádhaná for attaining Parama Puruśa along with the sádhaná for
attaining the eight occult powers.
I told him: “Do you know how it would be? It would be just like
eating bitter curry with sweet rice.” He fell silent.
Now I understood what kind of plans he had been hatching deep
inside. I could see with my own eyes the fruits of his plans.
Khagen was totally absorbed, like a tree immersed in meditation. He
didn’t blink at all or move even a finger or a toe so I kept quiet
for some time and remained standing there, not disturbing him. At
one point, I looked over at the dog and saw that he had died. His
tormented eyes seemed to be looking in my direction, as if they were
saying: “I am innocent, without fault. Why should a person have
removed me from the earth in this way without any reason? Will you
not redress this?”
I looked again at Khagen and saw his fair-complexioned body
gradually start turning red. It stayed that way for a short time and
then slowly turned jet-black. I watched for some time longer until
he gradually turned pale, anaemic. Then I touched his body; it was
as cold as ice and harder than iron. A human corpse will turn cold
but it never becomes that hard. I was considering what to do or not
to do, and then I remembered that in such cases the body should not
be cremated for eighteen hours; one must wait. If it didn’t return
to a normal state within eighteen hours then one could begin
cremating. I thought about returning to town and letting someone
know what had happened and then returning, but I realized that it
would take at least two hours to go and come and in the meantime
some wild animal might come and eat him, thinking him to be dead.
Finally I decided to keep watch over the body throughout the night
and then return to town in the morning to let people know. There
would be little possibility of a wild animal showing up there during
daylight hours. I remained standing there, looking now at the
unfortunate dog and now at Khagen.
Suddenly I saw a point of light exit from Khagen’s third eye and
enter into the third eye of the dog. Then an even more amazing thing
happened. Could it really be? The dog’s tail started to move slowly
two or three times. Then again quiet. As it had been.
A short while later, the dog’s tail again started to move slowly
back and forth, and some barks came from his mouth. What an amazing
sight! Then again everything was quiet, silent, still, not even a
quiver.
Again, moments later, the dog’s tail started to move. From its mouth
came a few soft barks. This time the dog seemed to be trying to
stand up. It rose to its feet then and fell down again. Then it was
na yayao na tasthao [“it remained in the same condition”]. Again the
dog’s tail moved a few times and again it barked a little. This time
it stood up, looked here and there, and then started climbing the
hill.
It approached us and then started circling around Khagen like a
machine with someone at the controls, like an ox with blinders
tracing fixed circles around the oil-mill. The dog didn’t enter the
bhaeravii cakra, but stuck close to its outer edge as it circled
around. It was easy to understand what a dreadful state it was in;
it had no fear, no thought, perhaps not even a sense of existence.
It was a crude flesh-and-bone machine, a mindless, energy-driven
body. And in whose hands was the switch for turning on the energy
that drove him? You could not say that it was living because behind
it there was no independent unit mind at work – it was acting at the
urge of some other entity’s mind.
I understood that this was all Khagen’s affair. He had mastered the
skill to kill an innocent creature and drive its body. It made no
difference whether the dog was alive or not because it didn’t have
any independent individual existence. Its existence was actually
just like that of a puppet.
I couldn’t bear it any longer. Such misuse of the human being’s
hidden internal powers would not help to elevate the human race.
Rather it would bog down one’s hands and feet in the quagmire of
power and bring stagnancy into one’s forward movement.
I grabbed a fistful of hair and slapped him in the face; his body
fell over, just like a large, precariously balanced rock topples at
the slightest touch. His body was not a living body; it was like a
huge puppet carved out of a piece of hard iron. As Khagen’s body
fell from its seat another astonishing thing occurred. A point of
light exited from the third eye of the dog and entered into Khagen’s
third eye. The dog uttered a cry and collapsed on top of a rock. It
was dead once again.
I looked over at Khagen and saw him slowly trying to open his eyes.
He looked at me and started to cry. Then with a weak voice he
whispered: “I have committed a great injustice, a great injustice. I
didn’t listen to you. Please forgive me.”
I stretched out a hand and pulled him up. “You were studying in high
school then,” I said. “I told you these things were deadly, that
this was not a path to tread. Why didn’t you listen to me?”
He started sobbing and said: “I have done wrong, very wrong. Please
forgive me.”
Khagen wasn’t able to stand properly. His vocal cords were also not
functioning properly. I helped him to put his clothes on. At first I
had to use my arms to help him, but after a little while he told me
that he could walk by himself.
He started walking by my side but very slowly. I did not scold him
any more along the way because he was not in a normal state. He was
somewhere halfway between life and death. When I got to the edge of
the muddy pond where I had been sitting, I saw that some black
figure was standing beside the pigeon-pea field right behind me. His
body was not luminous but rather fashioned from a black shadow. Lest
Khagen be disturbed or feel worried, I didn’t say anything. I
pressed his elbow and gently made him sit down. “Take some rest
now,” I said, “then we’ll go on some more.”
He started crying and said: “I have committed such a great sin, yet
you still love me so much. I disobeyed you, yet you still don’t hate
me.”
“That may be so,” I said, “but you’re my childhood friend. Don’t
forget that.”
The black shadow figure by the side of the pigeon-pea field
gradually started becoming pointed like a needle and a blue light
came out from that needle-like portion. I realized that Khagen might
perhaps be creating another disturbance here.
“Are you practising márańa tantra [death-tantra] while you’re
sitting there,” I asked. “And was that the Avidyá Tantra practice
for entering another body that you were doing while sitting on the
hill?”
“Yes,” he said, sobbing. Then he cried out: “Forgive me. Help me to
forget all these things.”
“I also want that,” I replied. “Come on, let us return to town.” We
continued walking side by side. I kept hold of his left elbow with
my right hand and pulled him along in a fashion. Glancing behind, I
noticed a point of light following us. Since I was looking at the
point of light, Khagen also glanced in that direction. He shivered
and said: “That dog, again that dog, again that dog is chasing me.”
“Wipe that dog out of your mind,” I said. “Repeat your Iśt́a
mantra.”
“I am trying,” he said. “But I am not able to.”
“Think of me for a little bit,” I said. “Think that I am pulling you
along by the hand. Then, while thinking of me, fix your mind at your
Iśt́a cakra. Try it. Then you’ll be able to do it.”
I took a few steps forward and saw that the point of light had
disappeared into the void. Khagen cried out again, sobbing, and
said: “I have left that path, I have left that path. I don’t ever
want to return to it again.”
A few years later I was once again sitting in that same place at the
dead of night bathed in moonlight. With the change in time comes a
change in place and person as well. And so it was, though it wasn’t
a great change. I remembered the incident of Khagen and the dog on
that full-moon night in Phalgun. Neither of the two was present.
During the day I asked the local villagers for news about Khagen.
“Yes, yes,” they said. “Sometimes we see a half-mad fellow wandering
the jungle paths at the edge of the hills. He often goes around
barking as if he thought he was a dog. Whenever he sees anyone with
glasses he rushes after them, grabs them and says: ‘Prabhat, you
have come. I have left that path, I have left that path, bark, bark,
I have left that path, but that dog won’t leave me alone. Whenever I
want to meditate or to repeat my Iśt́a mantra that dog comes into
my mind and starts barking mercilessly. What can I do, tell me! It
would be better to die.’”
(Shabda Cayanika - 2, Disc: 13)
== Section 2
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Re: Krpananda ji Is Misguiding Females Why?
Note: A link to the initial posting on this topic is
appended below. - Eds
Namaskar,
It seems that the way things are done in India are differently
approached but I never gave it much thought until you brought it
up. In this instance, I learned that the use of underwear, or
laungota, is mentioned on 16 points because of the dominance of
discussing men's issues, not women's in India. It now makes
sense. That is, even if not on 16 points charts, naturally,
women need to be cognizant of what to wear, too. I always
thought that the laungota was mentioned only because it is a
special type of undergarment that the regular public uses, but
that doesn't apply to sisters because there is no special
garment, so it is not talked about on 16 points chart. But what
you said makes sense, that Didi acaryas would discuss such
things with sisters.
Another example that was brought up in the past in our email
campaign was the use of oil on joint hair, yet another of our 16
points. Western margiis were shown basic use of oil. We had no
idea that it should be put on top of our heads until you brought
up the topic and enlightened us. So, it is not listed as such on
16 points charts. So, the email campaign set me straight about
using oil on the top of the skull. So thank you.
So, if there are any other type of differentiations about 16
points for sadhakas outside India please let us know. It will be
greatly appreciated.
Thanks so much!
Vyasa
== Section 3 ==
हे प्रभु ! तुम मेरे निकट हो, फिर भी मैं तुमको कितना कम जान पाया हॅूं,
प्रभात संगीत 3544
अजानाय छिले, जाना माझे एले, तबु कतोटुकु जानियाछि
भावार्थ
हे प्रभु ! भूतकाल में तुम मुझे बिलकुल अज्ञात थे। मैं तुमको बिलकुल नहीं पहचान पाया। तुम अपनी अमाप्य रूपहीन निर्गुण अवस्था में थे। मुझे इसका कोई अंदाज ही नहीं था। हे मेरे प्रभु ! तुम आज अपनी अनन्त कृपा से तारक ब्रह्म के रूप में अपनी अनन्त सुंदरता और आकर्षण के साथ आये हो। तुमने मुझे प्रेम किया और अपनी गोद में बैठाया। तुम मेरी मानसिक चेतना के श्रोतों में प्रवेश कर गये। तुम मेरी जानकारी में, मेरे ध्यान में मेरे निकट आये हो। फिर भी मैं कितना कम तुमको जान पाया हॅूं, कितना सा समझ पाया हॅूं। हे परमपुरुष! जितना अधिक मैं तुम्हें जान पाता हॅूं मुझे तत्काल आभास हो जाता है कि मैं कुछ नहीं जानता। मेरी अज्ञानता बढ़ती जाती है। मैं यह हमेशा अनुभव करता हूूं कि तुमको जानना अभी बहुत बाकी है। हे परमप्रिय! तुम मेरी मानसिक संकल्पना के परे हो। तुम्हारा अनन्त प्रेम कोई सीमा नहीं जानता।
हे दिव्य! यह संसार असंख्य प्रदर्शों से भरा है, मेरा मन बार बार सोचता रहता है कि इतनी अधिक प्रकार की सृस्टि रचनायें क्यों हैं पर मुझे इसका कोई उत्तर नहीं मिल पाता है। हे प्यारे ! फूल की मोहक महक ,बादलों का कालापन, पहाड़ों की भव्यता, सभी चाहे वे अच्छे हों या बुरे मैं तुम्हारे कारण पसंद करता हूूं , तुम्हारी ही सुंदरता और भव्यता इन सब के माध्यम से व्यक्त होेती है, इसलिये ये सब मुझे आकर्षक और आनन्ददायक लगते हैं। बाबा, ये सब तुम से आते हैं और तुमको ही परावर्तित करते हैं इसीलिये ये सब इतने आकर्षक हैं। इस सबके तुम्ही कारण हो।
बाबा! मैं हजारों बार साधना में बैठा पर तुमको ध्यान में अपने हृदय की चाहत में पूरा कभी नहीं डुबो पाया। मैं अपने हृदय की गहराई से तुमको बहुत निकटता से नहीं पकड़ सका। हे प्यारे ! मैं हमेशा आशा करता हूूं कि तुम अपने आपको ही मेरे लिये नये सिरे से स्पष्ट करोगे । पर आज तक मैं तुमको निकटता से नहीं पा सका। अभी तक मैं अपने गुरुचक्र पर अपने मानसिक कमल से तुम्हारी सेवा नहीं कर सका । फिर भी मेरा मन हजारों हजार प्रकार से तुम्हारी ही ओर दौड़ता जाता है और तुमको अपने हृदय में खींच लेने का प्रयत्न करता है।
बाबा, कृपा कर मेरे अत्यधिक निकट, मेरे परमप्रिय की भाॅंति , आकर सदा ही मेरे हृदय में बने रहिये।- Trans: Dr. T.R.S.
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