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26th January 2011, 08:48 PM
Every night in the darkness, as a little boy, before drifting off to dreamland, I would marvel at the kaleidoscope of coloured shapes swirling before my eyes. They would usually move about in groups of the same shape and colour, tiny sparkles twirling and playing in the gray light. With time the strange visions faded, leaving me calcified and dry, a stranger coughing and struggling in the hot desert sands of disillusion.
In the eighties, when my grandpa was one of the first settlers in our town, a great silence permeated the air. So silent. Sitting on the floor of our living room, casting eyes over scattered puzzle pieces, the waving curtains with their circling patterns began to whisper. So easily I would fall into trance, and the whistling sound of silence became deafening. So often I wondered what breath was behind that note, seemingly coming out of nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.
I loved going to our local library after school; books were my escape. And my favourite pasttime was fantasizing, still is, now I'm just more realistic, sadly. Always I have had a fascination with the occult, and when I started reading David Gemmell I became thoroughly intrigued. Especially with the concept of astral projection. Back when one minute of internet cost more than dinner, I used to stay over at my friends place during their weekend internet specials. All through the night I would revel in the delights that was to be found in astralsociety, so much ap, so good. And there I found the most entrancing descriptions of the higher planes, by mr. Bruce. Thoroughly intrigued.
At 15 I started doing NEW and roping ferociously to exit, but I just couldn't do it. I would get the vibrations, my heart would leap out of my chest, but for the life of me, I could not ap.
Life happened, and I ap once again became fantasy.
When I started my postgrad studies, fate smiled upon me, and after some serendipity I once again became entranced. With God. I found the Autobiography of a Yogi, one year ago. I've been initiated, and now practice kriya yoga. Little did I know, at the time, how advanced NEW actually is. In my opinion, I think NEW is actually kriya yoga on steroids. And in my experience too, surprisingly. I've never been able to feel my heart or throat chakras with kriya yoga, but after rediscovering NEW recently, and after a few palpable leg bounces to recharge the vital energy I actually started coughing from the intense pressure of my throat chakra. It also felt my heart chakra without doubt for the first time.
I think if mr. Bruce were to spend a couple of years in a Himalayan cave with only his methods for company, we would soon have a new saint in our midst, if he isn't one already.
I like to subscribe to Sriyukteshwar's model of physical-astral-causal planes of existence, so I do not fully agree with mr. Bruce's segregation of the layers, but that's of little import. One thing I can't quite figure out is if a guru-disciple relationship is truly necessary for complete liberation. In my personal experience the guru has been instrumental in alleviating my egotistical fears, and I suspect that the spiritual momentum of the guru is needed to truly overcome the boundaries of illusion.
Now with mr. Bruce's methods one is able to even raise the Kundalini, which is truly remarkable. But again, I think that the ability to raise the Kundalini does not necessarily mean that you have attained the psycho-spiritual capacity to tolerate it, which is where things become unstable.
Regarding ap, I've had little experience, mostly lucid dreams. The most vivid one I had about a decade ago, I was flying over our neighborhood in the middle of the day, and it was so colourful and bright, everything just popped, a truly memorable flight. A couple of days ago, and the reason I'm writing this, is that I experienced a sort of lucid projection. I was lying down, slumbering off, and I had the distinct experience of vibrations and I was being propelled upward through a circular tunnel of vibration. Half-lucid, I was able to sort of re-initialise the vibrations with renewed vigor, and all the while I was trying to get clear. I was trying to see what I was projecting to, but the iris in front of me remained gray and locked. In a lucid way it was a pretty real experience, and a unique one, for me.
When I just started kriya yoga, and intensely praying to the guru's, I also had a very vivid experience. Earlier the day, I had took a stroll around the block with the mother, and at some point I sat on the bulge of a tree in our yard. Unknowingly I sort of grounded myself to that exact spot. So that night, when I was slumbering off, I had a spontaneous AP. I felt myself lying on my side beneath the tree in the night. And a dog was barking at me, and barking. Suddenly I felt myself lying there and I instantly fell back into my spine.
Here's to awesome experiences of spirit!
In the eighties, when my grandpa was one of the first settlers in our town, a great silence permeated the air. So silent. Sitting on the floor of our living room, casting eyes over scattered puzzle pieces, the waving curtains with their circling patterns began to whisper. So easily I would fall into trance, and the whistling sound of silence became deafening. So often I wondered what breath was behind that note, seemingly coming out of nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.
I loved going to our local library after school; books were my escape. And my favourite pasttime was fantasizing, still is, now I'm just more realistic, sadly. Always I have had a fascination with the occult, and when I started reading David Gemmell I became thoroughly intrigued. Especially with the concept of astral projection. Back when one minute of internet cost more than dinner, I used to stay over at my friends place during their weekend internet specials. All through the night I would revel in the delights that was to be found in astralsociety, so much ap, so good. And there I found the most entrancing descriptions of the higher planes, by mr. Bruce. Thoroughly intrigued.
At 15 I started doing NEW and roping ferociously to exit, but I just couldn't do it. I would get the vibrations, my heart would leap out of my chest, but for the life of me, I could not ap.
Life happened, and I ap once again became fantasy.
When I started my postgrad studies, fate smiled upon me, and after some serendipity I once again became entranced. With God. I found the Autobiography of a Yogi, one year ago. I've been initiated, and now practice kriya yoga. Little did I know, at the time, how advanced NEW actually is. In my opinion, I think NEW is actually kriya yoga on steroids. And in my experience too, surprisingly. I've never been able to feel my heart or throat chakras with kriya yoga, but after rediscovering NEW recently, and after a few palpable leg bounces to recharge the vital energy I actually started coughing from the intense pressure of my throat chakra. It also felt my heart chakra without doubt for the first time.
I think if mr. Bruce were to spend a couple of years in a Himalayan cave with only his methods for company, we would soon have a new saint in our midst, if he isn't one already.
I like to subscribe to Sriyukteshwar's model of physical-astral-causal planes of existence, so I do not fully agree with mr. Bruce's segregation of the layers, but that's of little import. One thing I can't quite figure out is if a guru-disciple relationship is truly necessary for complete liberation. In my personal experience the guru has been instrumental in alleviating my egotistical fears, and I suspect that the spiritual momentum of the guru is needed to truly overcome the boundaries of illusion.
Now with mr. Bruce's methods one is able to even raise the Kundalini, which is truly remarkable. But again, I think that the ability to raise the Kundalini does not necessarily mean that you have attained the psycho-spiritual capacity to tolerate it, which is where things become unstable.
Regarding ap, I've had little experience, mostly lucid dreams. The most vivid one I had about a decade ago, I was flying over our neighborhood in the middle of the day, and it was so colourful and bright, everything just popped, a truly memorable flight. A couple of days ago, and the reason I'm writing this, is that I experienced a sort of lucid projection. I was lying down, slumbering off, and I had the distinct experience of vibrations and I was being propelled upward through a circular tunnel of vibration. Half-lucid, I was able to sort of re-initialise the vibrations with renewed vigor, and all the while I was trying to get clear. I was trying to see what I was projecting to, but the iris in front of me remained gray and locked. In a lucid way it was a pretty real experience, and a unique one, for me.
When I just started kriya yoga, and intensely praying to the guru's, I also had a very vivid experience. Earlier the day, I had took a stroll around the block with the mother, and at some point I sat on the bulge of a tree in our yard. Unknowingly I sort of grounded myself to that exact spot. So that night, when I was slumbering off, I had a spontaneous AP. I felt myself lying on my side beneath the tree in the night. And a dog was barking at me, and barking. Suddenly I felt myself lying there and I instantly fell back into my spine.
Here's to awesome experiences of spirit!