Somehow Svarupe - Meditation Vision

During a meditation this morning I had a vision I thought I’d share.

I’m aware that visualization is not allowed in yogic meditation but this one played out in front of my mind like an infomercial. I watched and related.

In the vision I was a suspended in a no time no place place, squirming little core-self - without a physical environment/body, picked up by a crane like arm/hand, which caused me to struggle even more with the squiggling. I saw little tiny arms and legs of light struggling and spread out, panicked like when a newborn baby comes out and has nothing to grasp onto.  The crane dropped me into a vat like receptacle filled with the chemicals of this environment and I saw a cartoon like process of the elements infiltrating the independent self, forming a structure, and fully engulfing, saturating what was me, the atma. The elements formed a body (psyche) around me.

The atma was still in there of course, but now I could see that its elemental coverings were what nature intended to be, a permanent feature.  

Despite the seeming diversity here on the Earth plane, everything is actually made from the same few ingredients. Earth, water, fire, air - which themselves are made from the same few chemical compounds. It often seems to me that this is a place to experience oneness even though it seems like such a place of diversity and independence – this is the illusion nature has set up. The paradox.

It’s a scary vision, but also a hopeful one.  I did see me, as a little atma (at least according to the vision) without coverings……and it’s a spunky little something. It knows how to struggle and might be able to follow that yoga path upwards through the elemental ingredients and resume the bare form.

Svarupe!!! Somehow!!

(I tried to find a illustration of something dangling from a crane and came across some spooky pics of people killed or suicided dangling from high cranes. Disturbing, but also, symbolically prophetic when related to my vision of what happens to the atma when the coverings take it over, its a sort of death.

But, Yoga!. Salvation. )