The True heart of Advaita is My Own

[Guest guest]

This was posted to the HS list in January 1999. We don't know if the

poster Mic (Mohan) is still around but he did share some wonderful

moments and stories. Here is his first post to the list. It filled my

heart with warmth.

 

Love to all

Harsha

________________

 

Hello all,

 

A brief intro. My name is mic, tho most of my friends here call me

mohan. Advaita has found its way as my heart from the summer of 91, when

while

wandering India, by chance I encountered Sri Poonjaji, a disciple

Bhagavan Ramana Mahrishi.

 

I stayed with him and the small gathering there for two months, a time

of great joy, intensity, revelation and incomprehensible silence. I

mostly recall the great stillness. The presence of this man.

 

In this dirty town of swirling dust storms and buildings swimming in the

heat before me. At night candles cast a golden hue upon the markets,

dancing in

the buzz of bicycle song and branches of lush red lychees being sold on

the dusty streets. The silence. The torrential flow of humanity, pulsing

through the hot polluted streets, watermelon stalls, the astonishing

passion of seekers at his house, like the sweetness of sugarcane juice.

And the end of seeking itself in the embrace of the always so.

 

Like many there I had walked other roads in my search. I had come to

India on a Buddhist yatra, with plans to finish the journey in a Thai

monastery. Yet relaxing into this resplendent heart of being, the

seeking and the struggle fell, the seeker and the story melt away as

monsoon rains drench me in joy.

 

And I finally see the True heart of advaita, as my own.

 

Leaving India, with the blessing of the mountain, I felt almost drunk on

the ringing clarity of these words from the Tripura Rahasya;

" Know yourself as Pure Consciousness, the unaffected witness of the

phenomenal world."

 

Integrating this with a world that demands commitment and authenticity,

I meet with surrender and an open heart. Some days I struggle, some days I

sing. The devotion I feel to shakti I know is but a reflection within

consciousness of this love. The silence. And it is in this love I am

earthed in freedom, and can play out my role in the theater of this

world in peace.

 

warm regards,

mohan

 

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[Guest guest]

Thank you, Harsha. This seems to be the day for God to touch my heart.

 

Phil

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a message dated 10/29/2006 8:34:23 PM Eastern Standard Time,

harsha (AT) (DOT) com writes:

This was posted to the HS list in January 1999. We don't know if the

poster Mic (Mohan) is still around but he did share some wonderful

moments and stories. Here is his first post to the list. It filled my

heart with warmth.

 

Love to all

Harsha

________________

 

Hello all,

 

A brief intro. My name is mic, tho most of my friends here call me

mohan. Advaita has found its way as my heart from the summer of 91, when

while

wandering India, by chance I encountered Sri Poonjaji, a disciple

Bhagavan Ramana Mahrishi.

 

I stayed with him and the small gathering there for two months, a time

of great joy, intensity, revelation and incomprehensible silence. I

mostly recall the great stillness. The presence of this man.

 

In this dirty town of swirling dust storms and buildings swimming in the

heat before me. At night candles cast a golden hue upon the markets,

dancing in

the buzz of bicycle song and branches of lush red lychees being sold on

the dusty streets. The silence. The torrential flow of humanity, pulsing

through the hot polluted streets, watermelon stalls, the astonishing

passion of seekers at his house, like the sweetness of sugarcane juice.

And the end of seeking itself in the embrace of the always so.

 

Like many there I had walked other roads in my search. I had come to

India on a Buddhist yatra, with plans to finish the journey in a Thai

monastery. Yet relaxing into this resplendent heart of being, the

seeking and the struggle fell, the seeker and the story melt away as

monsoon rains drench me in joy.

 

And I finally see the True heart of advaita, as my own.

 

Leaving India, with the blessing of the mountain, I felt almost drunk on

the ringing clarity of these words from the Tripura Rahasya;

" Know yourself as Pure Consciousness, the unaffected witness of the

phenomenal world."

 

Integrating this with a world that demands commitment and authenticity,

I meet with surrender and an open heart. Some days I struggle, some days I

sing. The devotion I feel to shakti I know is but a reflection within

consciousness of this love. The silence. And it is in this love I am

earthed in freedom, and can play out my role in the theater of this

world in peace.

 

warm regards,

mohan