Memory in the Next Life (March 22, 2020)

During an afternoon session of breath infusion, I was just about to think that Rishi Singh Gherwal would not be present. This was about half way through the session. But then he began speaking in my subtle head about the importance of making sure that the subtle body was properly and thoroughly infused with energy. He said that it was interesting how a yogi is influenced by the stupor energy which is an emotional force which causes the yogi to be sympathetic to it, causing the yogi to curtail the practice, to make the sessions shorter than they should be.

There is no reason for a yogi to neglect higher influences which supports full practice sessions, and yet from within the psyche, a yogi submits to the stupor force and deceases the time of practice. Some do it to the point of halting practice fully.

The objective of the breath infusion is to cause the subtle body to be fully energized with fresh astral energy whereby all polluted energy in it, all the used energy in it, is removed from it in the exhales. This causes the subtle body to be elevated to a higher plane of consciousness. This also gives bliss yields where the yogi feels subtle pleasure in the psyche.

When I sat to meditate, Rishi was present. After sometime, he commented on the attitude of the mind where it habitually tries to connect with a lower plane of consciousness to reach lower thought processes and to check for psychic contacts so that it can indulge with the energy of social acquaintances and also send mental replies to these people.

Soon after this, I used the Om Namo Shivaya mantra to reach naad. However as soon as I did the first mental recitation of this mantra, even before it was finished, naad was evident. I linked into it and remained in it. In the meantime, Rishi dived into my psyche downwards. After a time, he came up into the head of the subtle body where I, as the coreSelf of my psyche, was situated.  Then there was a clear memory. It was clear as daylight. I relived a scene from my childhood from when my body was about ten years of age. I was with a sister on the deck of ship named Mabiri, which my father (Jason Ferdinand Thomas) was employed on as a Chief Mate.

We walked into my father’s cabin which was on the deck. In that area, there was a desk, a chair and a narrow seaman’s bed. This bed had a rim, such that during the rolling of the ship, a sailor would not fall out. Everything was neatly arranged. As I enter, I noticed that I had to step up because there was a short stock wall which was about one foot high. This was a wall such that water from the sea splashing on the deck could not enter the cabin even when the door was open, unless that water came from rogue waves.

I stepped up and crossed it into the room. Then I noticed the chair and considered sitting at it. On the desk under thick glass was a nautical map. There was a sextant on the table. I look at all this. The idea of sitting on the table vanished from my mind because there was an energy in the mind which stated that it was a chair for the Chief Mate. I followed behind my sister to the bed. It was to the right of a narrow corridor through which only one human being could pass at a time. We reached the bed, and jumped over the edge to sit on it.

I could smell the sea breeze and the feel of the ship, as ships do have unique atmosphere and are regarded as women by sailors, who speak of their ships as she did this or she did that.

The important feature of this experience is this.

Rishi evaluated what will be left of a person when he or she takes the next embryo as to what memory that person will have and as to how the intellect will be used due to the limitations of the limited information it will have. He showed that there was no memory of any past life in my surface mind at the time. There were only instinctual urges which were some influences based on what was experienced in previous lives. This means that a yogi must carefully consider what he/she will endure if another embryo is assumed.

Innocence in children, really means loss of memory, deprivation of wisdom and experience, a state of random ignorance with the illusion of newness because of having no reference to any past life. In a gist I can say this:

What a stupid little boy I was!

But someone may think like this,

What an innocent lad he was?

Which is the reality?