The Voice of Babaji: A Trilogy On Kriya Yoga – Quotes
Pass Through Fire And Ice
How are you building your life, bit by bit and moment by moment? Are you building it merely for sunny days or for floods and storms as well? If it had been planned only for the soft, sunny days and the quiet, starry nights, you will sooner or later find it to have been trampled down in the hampered, broken and fragmentary existence of earth alone. And you will be failing to face, the face of life. So, build yourself up to pass through thick and thin, fire and ice and thus, reach the goal of life. Do not drown yourself in the ocean of delusion. It is full of ignorance (ajnana). It benefits only the ever-fluctuating ignorant. There is not even an iota of bliss in wealth or in the world. The former makes the mind thaw like ice and whirl in the maelstrom, thereby embittering the happiness arising from the quintessence of the soul. The latter blurs you with a coating of terrestrial samsara (mundane existence), full of pains and rebirths. Both of them are ephemeral, like flower-buds on a creeper, growing in a well and encircled by a serpent. Do not get bitten by the serpent of over waxing senses. Do not thus become dejected in your mind and shorten your life by rejoicing in the life that darts like a flash of lightning in the cloud of delusion. Such a life is ephemeral and steeped in boundless ignorance and devoid of the true goal. Do not allow the ahamkara to becloud you or the flowers of desire to blossom and grow.
The mind is ever whirling far and wide, in utter hopelessness, in sensual objects like a strolling city dog. It is tossed about in objects of love and hate, pleasure and pain, like a light feather in a stormy wind. …
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It seems, the all-pervading akasha can possibly be cleared, stormy winds restrained, waves stilled, the contents of of the ocean drunk up and the whale space rolled into scroll. But this venomous monster, the mind, is far more terrible and not likely to be controlled. The mind is the greatest prop for the disease of desire. It is even possible to eradicate the Himalayas to its root or swallow flaming fire, but it is so very difficult to blow out the mind that lingers under the dead and dark night of restless desires, enveloped with the intense gloom of dire and dense delusion. It, thus, enmeshes a man rendering him a bird caught in a trap, shaking him with fear, creating tremors in his heart and dazing the eye of good intelligence. The sky and sea fall flat before it. All the elements are under its bay and bidding. It makes or mars the whole world. It can flip-flop hell into heaven and heaven into hell. Such are the mighty powers of the mind and these will only perish if the mind should through stainless discrimination of an intense inner life. So, stand on the rock of truth through the mastery of the maddened mind, in the ocean of samsara, which is rolling day in and day out with the many waves of diversified actions, in a restless and fluctuating state. Otherwise, you will expose yourself to the torments of hell-fire and undergo the excruciating mental tortures, consuming you little by little.
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The infant life is fed of lust, like a roaming dog on offal, begging and weeping for trifles. It is a nest replete with many stains and a safe asylum for ignorance. Then youth dawns and drops under the heavy blows, dealt by the devil of manmantha. The demon of lust, the Satan of the world, lives in the dark hallows of the mind. Blindfolded, the deer of mind falls giddily into the pit of sensual objects and undergoes untold sufferings of his manifold mischief. So, beware of and overcome all the obstacles of youth. Otherwise, if you are exposed to the flames of lust, you shall in no time be burned like straw. Sensual imaginings are traps set by kama to ensure the ignorant minds of men. They are the bait of flesh strung in the angling noose to tempt you into excruciating torment. Lust creates infinite miseries. If such base lust is kept from you at the outset, worldly bondage cannot but bury itself, never to rise again. Such thoughts of sensual objects only make a weak discretion perish and produce bondage. Indiscriminate sex adulterates not only your body, but many bodies, tying you to the wheel of birth and death, each succeeding the other, endlessly. So, just reflect well and realize the Truth that this passing life is like rain shower drops, sprinkled by the wind and sensual enjoyments are merely lightning flashes.
Pause and reflect well within. Try to engage yourself in deep meditation and ferry across the transmigratory existence. How do we do that, exactly? Ferrying across will be divulged by the grace and bening mercy of Satguru Deva Kriya Babaji, in the next book, ‘The Death of Death.’ Until then, do away with all the distractions of your mind. Meditate upon the ethereal all-pervasive, blissful consciousness. Attain the unbroken and continuous flow of that One consciousness, the steadiness in trance which leads to the supreme ecstasy of bliss. Be a valiant hero, who cuts off with one strong effort, deluding and dreadful images and their crowd of imaginings, which rise up at random and loom large in the thicket of the mind. Attain the indescribable condition beyond light, darkness, sleep stupefaction and the like. Be ever wise and wakeful. To be speechless, emasculated, lame, blind and deaf ate the six (??) characteristics of a liberated soul. Be all intent on the Self. Be thoroughly prepared to tear yourself away, even forcibly, from vasanas by strong personal effort. Immediately you will gain access to the highest place of peace. Stand there shining throughout. Be ever on the alert, or the senses will attract the mind. Be firmly seated in Self, with all your senses totally turned off from their respective objects and hold every way, every inch under strong control.
Bhakti has its origin in the soul’s quest after infinity. It is not a life of sensations. It is not mere emotion, which is blind. It aspires after and express a great law, the spirit of love for the Prime Mover of the cosmos. The strength of the bhakta lies in the pure and sincere tears he sheds. And every tear of his longing after his own ideal, waters the tree of bhakti. It is emotional response to reality revealing several truths unknown to the intellect. You may even have to float on the flood of your virgin and innocent tears to redeem yourself from this anguish and excitement of the phenomena. When your eyes overflow with tears, your soul is smitten for a leap into the beyond.
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