Sunday, September 9, 2012

Meditation- An Experience under the guidance of Brahmashri Patri Swamy ji



As I was entering the meditation hall, I could see all the seekers closing their eyes and meditating. They were not even aware of the surroundings. There was Swamy ji in the forefront and playing melodious flute, reverberating within the hall and giving an ambience that was leading to something more superior than mere appearance of the things around you. It was the same things, same air, same kind of people and chairs that you see everyday, but it was not. It was leading you to some far off lands, unseen before, appearing in front of your eyes. Oh, wait a minute, it was not right away that I could perceive any of these. All I could see was people sitting in the meditation hall and closing their eyes and thats it. I was looking at everyone wondering what is everyone doing.
Then I heard the metallic tone of the Swamy ji, very directive, ordering us, to remove the eye glasses, close eyes, and cross feet and keep breathing. They told us to follow the rhythm of breathing, think of nothing other than paying 100% attention to breathing, and go in its rhythm.
Swamy ji was also directive for everyone, chiding when they tried to open the eyes, repeatedly told us all to keep eyes closed, all the time. It was not easy, but not impossible.
Then the music goes on again, flowing lucidly, as if river Yamuna water would flow while Krishna was playing flute listening to those rhythms the river Yamuna ji was making as she listened to the notes from His flute, each in unison with one another, the soul of the flowing river Yamuna ji with its ebbs and flows, flowing over the pebbles and sand and finest soil, taking along the living beings embedded in her bosom as the notes themselves had a soul of their own urging all who hear the notes to meditate on Him.. and He was playing the flute folding one foot and stretching the other leg as if making a right angle, placing it across the knee.. His attire was like a cowherd, His tunic was the color of sand as the evening Sun Rays were making it change the color from white to orange like Reddish tint in everything that was visible as if the nature was sprinkling kum kum all over the place and sanctifying everything that was visible.. and the music flows, and again flows taking the tune creating waves of love towards the Supreme and you would visualize a young toddler running as if He would want to keep His mom fit by giving her more exercise as she wants to feed Him rice with sugar and milk and He would make her run along to catch Him and feed Him, such was the glory of the session of meditation this evening when Swamy ji was playing flute and I could visualize all this and rejoice as I enjoyed the melodious flute notes touching not my ears, not my heart, not my mind but something superior to all this that may have taken one towards the long lost days of Dwapar when He was playing the flute closing His eyes halfway and creating waves of passion among the Gopis and the Queen Radha ji and their bright dupattas with their ghaghras and Saris swirling in Raas Garbha around the Shri Krishna ji, and He as innocent as ever, would keep playing the tunes, to cause them even more pining when seperated as He needed to leave Nandgaon and go to Madhura to take care of business.
You hear the Master recite Gita slokas of “Vaatamsi Jeernaani Yathagathani...”, “Nainam Chindanti..” and many other sloka verses and it dawns upon you than you are also seeing that vertical white eye with dark pupil in it, looking as if smiling, like the bindi of Mata Lakshmi ji , generating kindness towards beings all around Her. That would be for a split second as you quickly see the dark robed Krishna in shining armour blowing the Paanchajanya and telling the valiant Arjuna to pick up the Gaandiva and fight and perform his duty, and not get frightened by the complicated ideas that crop up in his mind and cloud his spirit to establish order and eradicate bad deeds. The voice of the Swamy ji was bringing back the day at Kurukshetra, what Prince Arjuna learnt back to us, humans on earth in this day.
It reminded me of my dad, who would recite the Gita although not so entwined with music, but still the message is the same, and thought that Krishna must have sounded exactly so while singing to Partha on the battlefield, being his charrioteer. The Great Lord was right in front of your eyes, all you needed was to perceive that this is the same air that He breathed, this is same water that He must have sipped from and played with and the notes of Krishna’s flute, if you pay close attention are reverberating and resounding in the flute Swamy ji was playing as if effortlessly and so beautiful like the love flowing from Krishna Himself.
Before we could open eyes, we were taken back to close eyes for about five minutes with music and enchanting music all the time and just before you would open your eyes at the zero second, you would see the lotus feet of the Lord in gold!
That is when, each of the seekers was sharing their thought processes as they were meditating just a little while back. Everyone experienced such great positive vibes that it clearly made them feel different. They could see and feel the presence of the Lord, who brought the change in their awareness about the surroundings.
This was followed by another short session of chanting song in praise of the Lord and then we again closed our eyes and listened to the song as we concentrated on breathing alone. One would see the Lord Parabrahma as if playing veenna and singing the Vedas, in Sam gaan.
I could see the presence of multi headed snake and Lord Ramanuja under His hood, He was like Anant Nag Himself.
Lo, that is shifting again, and I was visualizing fumes of poison spitting out of a different nag a very big, dark one and the fumes had no end. Suddenly a golden eagle with a wing span of an airplane lengthwise comes up. The golden winged Garuda drives the fumes away and leaves the atmosphere clean, You would see Ramanuja back, all smiling. Then all the scenario is changed while you see that Ramanuja Jeeyar Swamy ji is looking like a lotus crowned Shirdi Sai Baba and everything looks like the day is fulfilled, and everyone is blessed.
I open my eyes and see Guru ji. I prostrate before Him, but lo! the great soul that He is, repeats the same, I am so humbled, Sarvam Sri Krishnarpanam.
Asmad Gurubhyoh Namah||

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