Mosquito Consciousness

[Guest guest]

Aartisans, wrote:

 

Dear friends of mine, hello there...

 

"If you think

you are too small

to be effective,

you have never been

in the dark with a mosquito."

 

~(author unknown)

 

Love x Bola

 

 

Dearest Bola-san,

 

This reminded me of a story that Master told about his Guruji, Swami

Sri Yukteshwar and his take on "mosquitos."

 

 

"My early months with Sri Yukteswar culminated in a useful lesson—

"How to Outwit a Mosquito." At home my family always used protective

curtains at night. I was dismayed to discover that in the Serampore

hermitage this prudent custom was honored in the breach. Yet the

insects were in full residency; I was bitten from head to foot. My

guru took pity on me.

 

"Buy yourself a curtain, and also one for me." He laughed and

added, "If you buy only one, for yourself, all mosquitoes will

concentrate on me!"

 

I was more than thankful to comply. Every night that I spent in

Serampore, my guru would ask me to arrange the bedtime curtains.

The mosquitoes one evening were especially virulent. But Master

failed to issue his usual instructions. I listened nervously to the

anticipatory hum of the insects. Getting into bed, I threw a

propitiatory prayer in their general direction. A half hour later, I

coughed pretentiously to attract my guru's attention. I thought I

would go mad with the bites and especially the singing drone as the

mosquitoes celebrated bloodthirsty rites.

 

No responsive stir from Master; I approached him cautiously. He was

not breathing. This was my first observation of him in the yogic

trance; it filled me with fright.

 

"His heart must have failed!" I placed a mirror under his nose; no

breath-vapor appeared. To make doubly certain, for minutes I closed

his mouth and nostrils with my fingers. His body was cold and

motionless. In a daze, I turned toward the door to summon help.

"So! A budding experimentalist! My poor nose!" Master's voice was

shaky with laughter. "Why don't you go to bed? Is the whole world

going to change for you? Change yourself: be rid of the mosquito

consciousness."

 

Meekly I returned to my bed. Not one insect ventured near. I realized

that my guru had previously agreed to the curtains only to please me;

he had no fear of mosquitoes. His yogic power was such that he either

could will them not to bite, or could escape to an inner

invulnerability.

 

"He was giving me a demonstration," I thought. "That is the yogic

state I must strive to attain." A yogi must be able to pass into, and

continue in, the superconsciousness, regardless of multitudinous

distractions never absent from this earth. Whether in the buzz of

insects or the pervasive glare of daylight, the testimony of the

senses must be barred. Sound and sight come then indeed, but to

worlds fairer than the banished Eden.

 

The instructive mosquitoes served for another early lesson at the

ashram. It was the gentle hour of dusk. My guru was matchlessly

interpreting the ancient texts. At his feet, I was in perfect peace.

A rude mosquito entered the idyl and competed for my attention. As it

dug a poisonous hypodermic needle into my thigh, I automatically

raised an avenging hand. Reprieve from impending execution! An

opportune memory came to me of one of Patanjali's yoga aphorisms—that

on ahimsa (harmlessness).

 

"Why didn't you finish the job?"

"Master! Do you advocate taking life?"

"No; but the deathblow already had been struck in your mind."

"I don't understand."

 

"Patanjali's meaning was the removal of desire to kill." Sri

Yukteswar had found my mental processes an open book. "This world is

inconveniently arranged for a literal practice of ahimsa. Man may be

compelled to exterminate harmful creatures. He is not under similar

compulsion to feel anger or animosity. All forms of life have equal

right to the air of maya. The saint who uncovers the secret of

creation will be in harmony with its countless bewildering

expressions. All men may approach that understanding who curb the

inner passion for destruction."

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

Thanks Mazie:

 

This is a really touching and meaningful passage for me. I recently

had to poison some ants. All the rationalizations about reasons why

it is the thing to do don't really matter so much. I worried more I

think about how it might be bad for me.

 

It does hurt to do it though.

 

Love

Bobby G.

 

, "mazie_l <sraddha54@h...>"

<sraddha54@h...> wrote:

> Aartisans@a..., wrote:

>

> Dear friends of mine, hello there...

>

> "If you think

> you are too small

> to be effective,

> you have never been

> in the dark with a mosquito."

>

> ~(author unknown)

>

> Love x Bola

>

>

> Dearest Bola-san,

>

> This reminded me of a story that Master told about his Guruji,

Swami

> Sri Yukteshwar and his take on "mosquitos."

>

>

> "My early months with Sri Yukteswar culminated in a useful lesson—

> "How to Outwit a Mosquito." At home my family always used

protective

> curtains at night. I was dismayed to discover that in the Serampore

> hermitage this prudent custom was honored in the breach. Yet the

> insects were in full residency; I was bitten from head to foot. My

> guru took pity on me.

>

> "Buy yourself a curtain, and also one for me." He laughed and

> added, "If you buy only one, for yourself, all mosquitoes will

> concentrate on me!"

>

> I was more than thankful to comply. Every night that I spent in

> Serampore, my guru would ask me to arrange the bedtime curtains.

> The mosquitoes one evening were especially virulent. But Master

> failed to issue his usual instructions. I listened nervously to the

> anticipatory hum of the insects. Getting into bed, I threw a

> propitiatory prayer in their general direction. A half hour later,

I

> coughed pretentiously to attract my guru's attention. I thought I

> would go mad with the bites and especially the singing drone as the

> mosquitoes celebrated bloodthirsty rites.

>

> No responsive stir from Master; I approached him cautiously. He was

> not breathing. This was my first observation of him in the yogic

> trance; it filled me with fright.

>

> "His heart must have failed!" I placed a mirror under his nose; no

> breath-vapor appeared. To make doubly certain, for minutes I closed

> his mouth and nostrils with my fingers. His body was cold and

> motionless. In a daze, I turned toward the door to summon help.

> "So! A budding experimentalist! My poor nose!" Master's voice was

> shaky with laughter. "Why don't you go to bed? Is the whole world

> going to change for you? Change yourself: be rid of the mosquito

> consciousness."

>

> Meekly I returned to my bed. Not one insect ventured near. I

realized

> that my guru had previously agreed to the curtains only to please

me;

> he had no fear of mosquitoes. His yogic power was such that he

either

> could will them not to bite, or could escape to an inner

> invulnerability.

>

> "He was giving me a demonstration," I thought. "That is the yogic

> state I must strive to attain." A yogi must be able to pass into,

and

> continue in, the superconsciousness, regardless of multitudinous

> distractions never absent from this earth. Whether in the buzz of

> insects or the pervasive glare of daylight, the testimony of the

> senses must be barred. Sound and sight come then indeed, but to

> worlds fairer than the banished Eden.

>

> The instructive mosquitoes served for another early lesson at the

> ashram. It was the gentle hour of dusk. My guru was matchlessly

> interpreting the ancient texts. At his feet, I was in perfect

peace.

> A rude mosquito entered the idyl and competed for my attention. As

it

> dug a poisonous hypodermic needle into my thigh, I automatically

> raised an avenging hand. Reprieve from impending execution! An

> opportune memory came to me of one of Patanjali's yoga aphorisms—

that

> on ahimsa (harmlessness).

>

> "Why didn't you finish the job?"

> "Master! Do you advocate taking life?"

> "No; but the deathblow already had been struck in your mind."

> "I don't understand."

>

> "Patanjali's meaning was the removal of desire to kill." Sri

> Yukteswar had found my mental processes an open book. "This world

is

> inconveniently arranged for a literal practice of ahimsa. Man may

be

> compelled to exterminate harmful creatures. He is not under similar

> compulsion to feel anger or animosity. All forms of life have equal

> right to the air of maya. The saint who uncovers the secret of

> creation will be in harmony with its countless bewildering

> expressions. All men may approach that understanding who curb the

> inner passion for destruction."

>

>

> LoveAlways,

>

> Mazie

[Guest guest]

, "texasbg2000

<Bigbobgraham@a...>" <Bigbobgraham@a...> wrote:

> Thanks Mazie:

>

> This is a really touching and meaningful passage for me. I

recently

> had to poison some ants. All the rationalizations about reasons

why

> it is the thing to do don't really matter so much. I worried more

I

> think about how it might be bad for me.

>

> It does hurt to do it though.

>

> Love

> Bobby G.

>

> i think everything we do we do for ourselves and that's a very good

thing..

the unevolved do it more unconsiously and do it for their egos

and the more evolved do it consciously and for their relationship

with God.

i imagine eventually the most evolved behaviour is spontaneos

and maybe that highest evolved person isn't ever put into those kinds

of situaltions...in situations like you were in, i make my husband do

those things, i remember there was a time i wouldn't even pick a

flower for not wanting to hurt it...

smiles

devi

[Guest guest]

, "texasbg2000

<Bigbobgraham@a...>" <Bigbobgraham@a...> wrote:

> Thanks Mazie:

>

> This is a really touching and meaningful passage for me. I

recently

> had to poison some ants. All the rationalizations about reasons

why

> it is the thing to do don't really matter so much. I worried more

I

> think about how it might be bad for me.

>

> It does hurt to do it though.

>

> Love

> Bobby G.

 

Namaste,

 

Ants won't cross a ring of talcum powder, seal up their advances to

your home. If they are outside you have no right to harm them at

all.........ONS...Tony.

[Guest guest]

Hi Bob,

This has also been an ongoing problem for me as well. The resolution

I have come to is -- distract them with food somewhere easy to get to

but away from the area of the nuisance. Then thoroughly clean the

area where there was a problem. If the problem is ants coming into

the house, I use bleach in the cleaning solution, clean all possible

located entrances to the house and then plug them. If it is in the

kitchen, I wipe down all surfaces with a mild cleaning solution

including bleach. The problem disappears very quickly. The bleach

destroys the ant trails which they follow.

 

If the problem is outdoors, then the problem is with plants which are

sickly no matter what they look like to us. I replace the plants and

that gets rid of the ants and the aphids which they bring in to

harvest things like fruit.

 

Insects in general are nature's scavengers, nature's cleaning agents,

or they are supports for reproduction as in cross-pollination.

 

The key in all cases is to find out what they want and what they are

doing in the place where they are not wanted. Invariably the problem

is 1) cleanliness, 2) seeking nourishment, 3) seeking protection from

the elements (such as rain or heat) or 4) we are out of harmony and

they are trying to deal with us!

 

In any case deal with the problem from the point of view of what is

actually happening. Help them solve their problem or meet their need.

This is the compassionate way and there need be no animosity.

 

For a deeper view and the ability to communicate with all forms of

life, read J. Allen Boone, KINSHIP WITH ALL LIFE. I have followed

Boone's instruction - and am never bothered by mosquitos. I often go

from Arizona (no mosquitos) to Florida (lots of mosquitos) and within

24 hours have no further problems. BTW my mother-in-law caught me

communicating with the mosquitos and quickly left the area, thinking

that I was very strange. So now I do it out of her sight and hearing.

 

Finally, I have had to use poison to deal with a flea and tick

infestation of a house -- it it reach such rampant and mammoth stage

that no one was listening -- but I still communicated, warning that I

would take drastic action and gave them a reasonable deadline. The

poison I used was biodegradable.

 

In general a principle I try to follow is that the out of doors is

their's and I try to interfere with it and them as little as

possible, and I expect them to respect my space at least as much as I

respect their's. If my house is invaded, the usual problem is my

messiness, such as unwashed dishes left out, failure to clean counter

and floors, etc.

 

I hope this helps. It really is in our point of view. The idea

of "pest" is in our own minds and we really do need to follow the

Golden Rule with it comes to things we don't fully understand. The

key is our willingness to identify the intentions of all involved.

 

 

John L.

 

, "texasbg2000

<Bigbobgraham@a...>" <Bigbobgraham@a...> wrote:

> Thanks Mazie:

>

> This is a really touching and meaningful passage for me. I

recently

> had to poison some ants. All the rationalizations about reasons

why

> it is the thing to do don't really matter so much. I worried more

I

> think about how it might be bad for me.

>

> It does hurt to do it though.

>

> Love

> Bobby G.