Yogi Killed In Battle / Past Life
Meditationtime Forum Post
Date: Posted 3 years before Mar 21, 2016
MiBeloved 3 years ago
During practice this morning kundalini was activated several times. There are many small activations bursting here and there but the major ones were as follows:
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Like a heat cream in the neck.
Warm shimmering rays of light slightly vibrating in the shoulders, neck and lower back of head.
Spikes of light shooting through the ears.
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These were observed when I would apply a rechak in-breath hold after a sequence of rapidly done breaths in bhastrika practice in certain postures. While doing the breathing there comes a time when one senses that the system cannot take any more air or will not take any more air. Then one stops on an inhale (rechak) or exhale (kumblak) and one holds all the locks but mentally one looks down into the subtle body to see what is happening, as to where the infused energy which has accumulated and is compressed, is being distributed. This is when one can notice if kundalini is affected and if it moves with the infused energy.
During the meditation session which followed the breath infusion, there was loud blasting naad sound which was coming from a vortex by the left ear, near the very top of the flange of the left ear. It seemed to be in my psyche but all the same it was distant because when I tried to reach it I realized that it was coming from far away like from another galaxy.
I situated myself in naad light by a technique of just shifting focus. I still have not been able to describe this at length because it is still just an intuitive action. I have not objectively observed exactly what I do to achieve perception of naad light. As soon as I progress in the observation I will report on it.
As soon as I settled in naad light, everything changed. Energy came up from the chest area of the subtle body into the head of it. I was completely under the spell of that energy. This is a type of imposed samadhi where a yogi is put into a state by some other force when he or she least expects.
It was like if you are in a movie projector as part of the projector itself and you are seeing what the projector is projecting but you are seeing it the way the glass of the projector experiences the slides. So there I was locked down as a glass sheet in a supernatural projector.
This was a time transfer where I was placed in the so called akashic record (a term perhaps which was popularized by Edgar Cayce).
I was back in the past in a time when I was a Prince in royal family. We were a family of fair-skinned Indians. That must have been important to us at the time. Some type of tribal superiority type of thing, very proud of our family line and thinking that we were royals.
There was a war. We, the younger one, were studying yoga, doing postures and also studying warfare, practicing with bows, arrows and swords. There was to be a big fight between our clan and another. It was expected that many of us would die.
I was with some females on a palace roof top. It was all about having wives and concubines and having sex in so many ways and fashions. But in the back of everyone’s mind was the prospect of this upcoming war. There was no way around it.
Our yoga practice was put on hold and we increased our martial training.
Then the war came. In the battle some were sliced behind their heads, some were cut across the chest. One warrior lost an arm to a sword action. Another one was shot through the chest.
Blood was everywhere. It was like a lubricant in the sense that whatever you gripped slipped out of your hand because of the quantity of blood everywhere.
I did not reach the point of how my body died. However I did see the women wailing after the battle as they thumbed through the battlefield identifying their lovers or spouses. My body was dead for sure but there was no vision of how it happened. We warriors, who were deceased, were looking back to material existence after we moved to the astral world permanently to see how our families survived thereafter, as to how they were treated by the opposing soldiers and what became their lot in life.
We felt sorry for our women who were left behind but there was nothing we could do. No one wanted to face the astral existence and we were afraid of meeting with the astral police and their deities. Each of us was accessing whatever moral infringement we made while living and also the irresponsible actions which we committed and which may cause those of our families who were still using physical bodies to be now inconvenienced. We also avoided each other on the astral planes and began to wish that we were no longer existing, since we were disempowered by loss of our royal bodies.
We lost the battle because we were politically careless due to getting involved in sex vice. Most of our male tribesmen were on the astral planes. Some of us who were studying yoga began to think that perhaps we should have left the family and went into the forest to practice austerities since in the material world you never know what will happen, if providence will turn this way or to the contrary
The whole meditation was that but this is how meditation is when it is based on the breath infusion practice. Each day it might be different. It is not stereo-typed. Infuse the system and then check on the effects of that.
This type of perception experience was described by Patanjali in this verse:
वांस्कायवाषात्कयणात्पूलयजाश्चतसानभ्॥१८॥
saṁskāra sākṣātkaraṇāt pūrvajātijñānam
saṁskāra – the subtle impressions stored in memory; sākṣātkaraṇāt – from causing to be visibly present, direct intuitive perception; pūrva – before, previous; jāti – status, life; jñānam – knowledge.
From direct intuitive perception of the subtle impressions stored in the memory, the yogi gains knowledge of previous lives. (Yoga Sutras 3.18).
