Yogi Goes Back to Childhood

Meditationtime Forum Post

Date:  Posted 3 years before Apr 15, 2016

MiBeloved 3 years ago

When I began the meditation session this morning, in the psyche it was like a calm after a hurricane, when everything turned spooky quiet. Due to some increased efficiency in the practice, due to some help from Tibeti Yogi and encouragement from Srila Yogeshwarananda, the buddhi organ has just about given up its fight and  is now running and hiding instead of attacking the core-self outright.

Due to dismantling kundalini’s control of the psyche, the buddhi has gone under and does not appear with any of its tricks during meditation. It does not provide images, memory taunts and thought constructions any more.

After about 3 minutes in the meditation session, being in naad and noticing that the frontal part of the head was cleared of what Patanjali called chittavritti but was full of raw material chitta mento-emotional energy, I fell forward and downward into the chest area. This was like when a small pebble falls out of a satellite and then the pebble which expected that it would come tumbling down with a final crash to the earth, realized that it was just falling in slow motion as if it was being buoyed up by some force. After reaching a certain distance downward, it found itself floating as if I could fall no further.

At that stage I was hung up in the chest of the subtle body in the long ranged memory storage. There I assumed the configuration of a boy, the same boy whom I was in South American when I was about 10 years of age.

I had the same demeanor of that 10 year old boy, the same innocence, curiosity and downright false assumptions about life. I caught a dragon fly and held it by its four wings, but while doing so the head of the insect moved around and I could see its compound eyes, staring at me, saying mentally, “Release me! Release me! You little idiot. Be careful that you do not break off my dainty wings.”

But instead of releasing the flying creature, I began to think of tying a string to its tail so that it could fly while being held a certain distance according to the length of the string.

I could feel the South American air and the sunshine, the atmosphere. I could feel the clay path under my feet.