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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