Guest guest Posted January 23, 1999 Report Share Posted January 23, 1999 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 duststorms 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 monastry. 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 committment 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 theatre of this world in peace. warm regards, mohan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 1999 Report Share Posted January 23, 1999 Hi Mohan, Thanks for this (your) story. A perfect description of the goal and end of the spiritual journey. And written so well! Very obviously based on personal experience and not just intelectual 'know-what'. Especially the last part where, 'coming back to earth', you integrated your experience with everyday life. A step many 'seekers' never make! It may be the most difficult step. To 'see' oneself as 'the unaffected witness of the phenomenal word' is hard enough, to see oneself as such and, at the same time, as a phenomenon there in must at least be twice as hard! Thanks again, Jelke. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 1999 Report Share Posted January 23, 1999 > "Mic Clarke" <mohan > > 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 duststorms 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 monastry. 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 committment 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 theatre of this world > in peace. > > warm regards, > mohan > Harsha: Always embracing you with all my Heart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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