Father Ganesh-Christmas

In the volume 1 (1958) of her ‘Agenda’ (French for ‘Diary’), one can read how the Mother one day told her confidant Satprem about the Hindu god Ganesh (also called Ganeshan, Ganapati…), whom she at first couldn’t believe really existed as usually described, that is… with an elephant head on an otherwise human-like body.

How come such a strange appearance?!… Legend has it that his father, Lord Shiva himself, was coming to see his consort, the great goddess Parvati, but she was having her bath, and not wanting to be disturbed, she had asked their second son, Ganesh, to guard her door. When  Ganeshan, faithful to his mother’s command, refused entry even to his own father, well, Shiva, infuriated, cut his son’s head off… and then immediately repenting of course, got the head of the first other being he saw – which happened to be an elephant – and stuck it on poor Ganeshan’s body so that he could live again!… But that little problem didn’t prevent Ganesh from becoming extremely popular everywhere in India, as the god not only of Knowledge, but also of Riches: the kind Giver of financial abundance and plenty.

 The Mother was in charge materially as well as spiritually of the whole Sri Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry.  As a preliminary to the text quoted below, let’s make it clear that every month, with all the money needed for the food, lodging, clothing, etc, of the more than two thousand disciples living there as Ashramites, in spite of the income from the Ashram-related guest-houses and businesses, plus the numerous donations from some rich devotees, the Mother had most often a hard time finding all the resources necessary to cover all those expenses… So here is what she had to say that day about Ganesh:

‘You see, this is how it happened: there’s this Ganesh2… We had a meditation (this was more than thirty years ago) in the room where “Prosperity”3 is now distributed. (…) And one day when the subject of prosperity or wealth came up, I thought (they always say that Ganesh is the god of money, of fortune, of the world’s wealth), I thought, “Isn’t this whole story of the god with an elephant trunk merely a lot of human imagination?” Thereupon, we meditated. And who should I see walk in and park himself in front of me but a living being, absolutely alive and luminous, with a trunk that long… and smiling! So then, in my meditation, I said, “Ah! So it’s true that you exist!” – “Of course I exist! And you may ask me for whatever you wish, from a monetary standpoint, of course, and I will give it to you!”

So I asked. And for about ten years, it poured in, like this (gesture of torrents). It was incredible. I would ask, and at the next Darshan, or a month or several days later, depending, there it was.

Then the war and all the difficulties came, bringing a tremendous increase of people and expenditure (the war cost a fortune – anything at all cost ten times more than before), and suddenly, finished, nothing more. Not exactly nothing, but a thin little trickle. And when I asked, it didn’t come. So one day, I put the question to Ganesh through his image (!), I asked him, “What about your promise?” – “I can’t do it, it’s too much for me; my means are too limited!” – “Ah!” I said to myself (laughing), “What bad luck!” And I no longer counted on him.

Once someone even asked Santa Claus! A young Muslim girl who had a special liking for “Father Christmas” – I don’t know why, as it was not part of her religion! Without saying a word to me, she called on Santa Claus and told him, “Mother doesn’t believe in you; you should give Her a gift to prove to Her that you exist. You can give it to Her for Christmas.” And it happened!… She was quite proud.

But it only happened like that once. And as for Ganesh, that was the end of it. ‘ (Mother’s Agenda  vol.1, 6 July 1958)

Mother, some years later, on 4th January 1964 (‘Agenda’ vol. 5) explained why Ganeshan’s means were not sufficient anymore:

‘It was after the war, the children came and we spilled over; we became much more complex, much larger, and began to be in touch with foreign countries, particularly America. And I continued to be in contact with Ganapati; I can’t say I used to do a puja to him (!), but every morning I would put a flower in front of his image. Then one morning I asked him, “Why have you stopped doing what you had been doing for such a long time?” I listened, and he clearly replied, “Your need has grown too large.” I didn’t quite understand, because he has at his disposal fortunes larger than what I needed. (…) Then I turned to Ganapati and asked him, “What does all that mean?” And I clearly saw (it wasn’t he who answered, it was Sri Aurobindo), I clearly saw that Ganapati has power only over those who have faith in him, which means it’s limited to India, while I needed money from America, France, England, Africa … and that he has no power there, so he couldn’t help. It became very clear, I was at peace, I understood: “Very well, he did his best, that’s all.” And it’s true that I keep receiving from India, though not sufficiently; especially as since Independence half of India has been ruined, and all those who used to give me a lot of money no longer do, because they no longer can – it isn’t that they no longer want to, but that they no longer can.’

How does all this relate to my personal experience and evolutive inner growth, one might ask… Well, from my own early Auroville years on, I knew that Mother didn’t want pudjas (ceremonies, rituals) to be done there for any gods, as Auroville is no place for religion, being a place for spiritual evolution; but I had noticed that still, Mother seemed to somehow make an exception about Ganesh: she had allowed an old Indian lady devotee of hers, living in one of the earliest settlements, to keep the tiny Ganesh temple she had near her house, and even to go on having her pudja to celebrate Ganesh’s Chaturthi (birthday) every year; moreover, other Aurovilians too could join that lady for the occasion. I must have gone indeed once or twice over my first decade of Aurovilian existence, and that was all. Of course, later on, every year of the nearly two decades that I more recently lived at Repos, on the Auroville beach, as I had to employ a whole team of workers to take care of the place, I also joined them for that faithful yearly celebration they wanted to have right there in Repos itself –  but that was actually to please the workers rather than Ganesh...

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So, as one can see, I personally never despised, but also never gave much importance either to Ganesh.

That is, until last year’s Ganesh Chaturthi, on September 17th 2015…

I must have had really enough of a personal long string of dry, very dry years, that had seen me struggling again and again just to have enough to eat. I barely made it through each passing month with my ‘maintenance’, the amount Auroville could give me for my basic needs.

 So on that specific Ganesh Chaturthi day, I did something I had never done before: I addressed myself inwardly to Ganesh.

Yes, Ganesh himself, in the form of the tiny standing picture of an adorable all pink Ganesh, which I had always kept together with an equally tiny and pink little book, tiny but thick with many real tiny blank pages between its cheerful pink covers. On that day, suddenly seized by an irresistible inner urge, I resolutely took hold of the tiny pink book, opened it, and on its very first page I wrote (in pink of course) my first real prayer to Ganesh. The words that came to me inwardly being somehow sacred, I will not repeat them here; they were just my own, anyway. All I can state is that I meant what I said, and said it with ardent fervor, and at the same time with utter simplicity: I just let my heart speak, like to a trusted friend…

And then, after that day had passed I forgot about it all.

But what, a few months later, made me think about it again, were … the results. The very obvious, stunning results that, looking backwards, I could see had happened since then: from nearly everywhere and nearly every friend I may have had there at some point in time, money or presents had started first trickling, and soon pouring in, as a practically constant flow, every time taking care of my every need just as it arose !… If I wrote the list here, you my dear visitors would be as astonished as I have become, by the quiet but undeniable power of Ganesh, manifesting at last in my life after I finally asked him to in all earnest, when really at the end of my rope…

From that September 17th 2015 to Christmas came the first rising wave, culminating on Christmas Eve itself, which I spent at my new home in Luminosity (see the full story in one of my recent posts, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/the-biggest-and-most-beautiful-christmas-gift-i-ever-got/) and on New Year’s Eve another wave rose, to still fill further whatever gaps may yet have been there in my life, where something was still materially lacking, and painfully so.

My needs are not much at all, mind you; but when even that isn’t being covered for a long time, it becomes a bit distressing, and one ends up wondering why one’s life has to be really so miserable: the Integral Yoga isn’t at all a path of deliberate asceticism and privations in the name of spirituality, the old poverty vows many of us may have pronounced in other lifetimes as nuns or monks, don’t have to endure in this lifetime too; we are not here to suffer, but, even in this world of Physical Matter, gradually revealing the Divine it actually is, we are here to ourselves manifest also better and better the Divine we all are in truth, since all eternity and for all eternity. But the Divine has to, some way or another, give us the material means for that!

Well, now, it seems that of Ganesh, Mother’s faithful ally for the evolutive work she had to do on a grand scale,  I have finally made my ally as well, for my own little needs and evolutive work: as I will explain soon in some future post,  my work too has benefited a lot from Ganeshan’s Christmas presents, so much so that nowadays I call him with a big friendly grin ‘Father Ganesh-Christmas’!…

 

 

From ‘Amazing Grace’ to the Cherokees

Once I discovered, a few days ago, that the very popular song ‘Amazing Grace’ had the same remarkable effect on me as Franz Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’ (see my previous post, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/03/06/working-while-still-at-rest-all-the-time/), I went on a veritable spree for this ‘Amazing Grace’ song, listening to every single version of it that I could find on YouTube – and there are many!…

It seemed I was going to end up, like for the ‘Ave Maria’, with having to choose which version I liked best… when suddenly I noticed, further down the YouTube video list, a version in… Cherokee!!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Instantly, out of mere curiosity, I clicked on that one.

Oh my… I was in for a real shock of beauty.

The video that unfolded before my eyes was magnificent, not only by the song itself, translated indeed into the raw, so fascinating sounds of the Cherokee language, but also by the gorgeous visuals, all drawn from that culture too and making the song newly alive and meaningful with the poignancy of the Native-American tribes’ near disappearance in what became today’s United States of (North) America.

Not that there are any laments being sung or pitiful sights being shown. On the contrary,  in that video as well as another one yet of ‘Amazing Grace’ in Cherokee that was also there, what was striking to me was the feeling of indomitable courage and self-esteem, and the superb images of all that deeply symbolizes the age-old wisdom and pride of those Amerindian cultures, evoked by one video in a more traditional way, and by the other one in a slightly more Westernized style, although both felt remarkably dignified and faithful to their origins.

Well, just that morning on Facebook I had sent my Birthday Wishes to a young woman who had briefly been a neighbor when I still lived on the Auroville beach in Repos; she happened to be of Native-American descent, and proud of it. To meet her had at once reawakened in myself the far roots I have also in those cultures from at least one other lifetime I am aware of. On Facebook, the same thing happened all over again, just by seeing her name, so evocative of that whole culture. What a meaningful ‘coincidence’ that on the evening of the very same day, here I was, unexpectedly plunged through those Cherokee videos into what felt like a torrent, a cataract of that specific energy again!…

Without further ado, my violently beating heart joined into the beating of the drums, and I rejoiced at the beauty of the wolves howling in the silent night under the bright, serene, mysterious face of the full moon. I joined in the joyful horse-riding, galloping through the wilderness… and that, as I am writing it, brings back to my consciousness the similar exhilaration lived in the vast steppes of Siberia long, long ago, in that now unknown culture whose tattooed mummies have astonished the world when unearthed a few decades back…  My interest in that was sparked here in Auroville when I read the book by Olga Kharitidi, ‘Entering the Circle’, and her own far memories resonated so strongly in my being then… (see two of the earliest posts I wrote for this blog, in 2011: https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/my-first-contact-with-siberian-shamanism/, and https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/entering-the-circle-by-olga-kharitidi/).

What a great medley of origins, religions, cultures, each of us human beings actually is… When will the so obscure need for reciprocal revenge stop perpetuating between all of us conflicts and wars that have no true meaning in view of the underlying Unity and complete inter-connectedness that not only spiritual seers from all ages have always spoken of, but scientists too are now discovering at the heart of everything, even what seems to be the solid matter of physicality, including in our own bodies?!…

This is one of the promises the New Step of Evolution on Earth is holding for us. Let’s have just a little more patience, friends, and let’s call ceaselessly for it: Peace, Peace will come, at last to stay, for a more harmonious Humanity on this planet Earth, where the Cherokees, along with all other cultures, will have recovered their true place …  Oh, really, what an Amazing Grace it will be for all of us!

As if to echo my thoughts, I just now find another video, which will be the perfect ending for this new post of mine:

 

 

Un Locataire Inattendu… et Involontaire

Moi qui, pendant les dernières années de ma vie en bord de mer à “Repos”, se terminant fin août 2012, avais utilisé la seconde chambre de ma maison comme chambre d’hôtes, et qui depuis ai une fois accueilli, il y a deux ans et demi, une amie de France, dans l’autre lieu aurovilien plus à l’intérieur, “Djaïma”, où j’habite maintenant, je ne pensais pas pour autant avoir de sitôt un nouveau locataire, bien que je dispose ici comme à Repos de deux espaces côte à côte, l’un que j’utilise comme mon logis personnel, et l’autre comme mon espace de travail, mais avec aussi un sofa dans la pièce de séjour à l’entrée, ainsi qu’un matelas sur la plate-forme en maçonnerie pour me reposer pendant la journée dans la grande pièce bureau au fond: c’est là que mon amie française avait pu s’installer pour sa courte visite.
Je viens d’expliquer un peu la situation relative de chaque pièce, car cela aidera mes lectrices et lecteurs à comprendre ce qui s’est produit juste ce week-end à peine passé…

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Vendredi après-midi, travaillant comme d’habitude dans la pièce bureau du fond, j’entends soudain un grand bruit juste à l’extérieur, accompagné des aboiements rauques bien reconnaissables des deux chiens locaux qui se considèrent comme les propriétaires et gardiens de toute cette zone à Djaïma.  Je m’interromps, inquiète, et j’écoute, en alerte, bien que toujours assise.
Bruit de vaisselle brisée.
Je me précipite dehors, et y découvre en effet les deux chiens, menaçants, tous crocs dehors, le museau et l’oeil braqués vers le bas de la maison, sur… quoi au juste???
J’ai d’abord cru que c’était un chat, comme ça en avait en gros la taille et l’allure, mais ça bougeait trop vite dans tous les sens pour que je puisse identifier clairement de quel animal il s’agissait: acculée contre le mur et bloquée par le muret perpendiculaire qui fait de l’espace devant la maison une sorte de petite cour, la pauvre bête ne savait plus où se fourrer pour échapper aux deux cerbères, et s’agitait de son mieux pour essayer de leur faire peur. Prenant instantanément son parti, je frappe dans mes mains en poussant de grands cris; les attaquants, voyant mon ire vengeresse, s’enfuient au loin sans demander leur reste.
Me retournant alors pour m’occuper de la bestiole en danger, je n’ai que le temps de la voir arriver près de ma porte, que j’ai hélas laissée ouverte en sortant… et déjà elle s’y engouffre, fonçant de toute la vitesse de ses quatre courtes pattes pagayant frénétiquement des deux côtés de son large ventre qui semble traîner par terre. Son corps grisâtre, plat et épais me fait penser à une tortue sur laquelle on aurait marché un peu trop fort, mais qui n’en continuerait pas moins, chose très inhabituelle spécialement pour une tortue, à avancer extrêmement vite.
A son allure vaguement ridicule de résidu surprenant d’une ère géologique passée, je reconnais enfin ce que c’est: un varan!!!
J’ai envie de rire, là, à la porte de mon espace de travail soudain devenu refuge de varan, mais en même temps je suis un peu catastrophée: comment maintenant vais-je pouvoir le sortir de là???
Je m’avance prudemment à l’intérieur de la salle de séjour, puis de la pièce bureau, scrutant tous les recoins où la bestiole pourrait se terrer. Mais je ne vois rien. Point de varan.
Il s’est planqué, et bien planqué.
Je me souviens de ma stupéfaction un peu effrayée quand j’ai rencontré mon premier varan, il y a bien trente ans de cela, au détour d’un pilier, dans le souterrain alors inutilisé de l’Amphithéâtre au centre d’Auroville, où j’avais installé provisoirement notre Free-Store aurovilien, paradis des vêtements de seconde main jolis et gratuits pour les clientes auroviliennes comme moi, volontaires par définition sans le sou… Ce précieux Free-Store n’ayant alors temporairement plus de local,  ce souterrain, une fois bien éclairé et nettoyé, avait été un espace très convenable en attendant mieux… sauf qu’un jour, juste avant de fermer, j’y étais tombée nez à nez avec son occupant préalable, jusque-là invisible: un varan. Il avait eu aussi peur que moi et avait détalé sans bruit, retournant précipitamment dans les parties plus lointaines et obscures du souterrain, que je n’avais jamais explorées!
Désolée en fait d’avoir dérangé dans sa tranquille existence cet humble locataire du lieu, qui ne salissait rien et n’avait jamais laissé aucune odeur, j’avais refermé doucement le local, certaine que l’animal connaissait d’autres issues… et je ne l’avais plus jamais revu.
Mais là, la situation était en quelque sorte inversée: c’était mon chez moi à moi, dont cet autre varan venait de devenir le locataire involontaire!!!
Et j’avais un rendez-vous urgent ailleurs, il fallait que j’y aille! Que faire?…
Remettant à plus tard le problème du varan, j’ai fermé mon espace de travail et suis partie.
De retour trois heures plus tard, avant la nuit, j’ai ouvert et me suis glissée à l’intérieur le plus silencieusemet possible… En vain: à peine dans la pièce bureau, je vois mon varan jaillir je ne sais d’où, effrayé par ma venue, et sauter sur le grillage moustiquaire de la grande fenêtre au fond donnant sur les grands arbres tout autour: cette grande fenêtre, encore bien éclairée par le jour, lui semble une issue, mais hélas n’en est pas une en fait à cause du grillage, si bien que devant mes yeux effarés la pauvre bête grimpe de plus en plus haut à toute allure, toujours explorant en même temps toute la longueur de la fenêtre, sa forte queue musculaire fouettant de droite et de gauche… Finalement, ne trouvant toujours pas d’issue, le voilà qui monte encore plus haut, carrément sur le mur, et une fois tout en haut dans le coin, s’immobilise complètement, faisant semblant de n’être pas la!!! Je n’en crois pas mes yeux: comment cette bête tout de même si grosse et lourde fait-elle pour tenir ainsi tout à fait à la verticale sur ce mur lisse, comme si elle était un vulgaire petit lézard, je me le demande bien… mais ce brave varan-là y arrive apparemment très bien, et reste comme ça longtemps sans plus bouger du tout. Ce que voyant, après lui avoir laissé au sol dans un coin un peu d’eau à boire, je m’éclipse doucement, et ferme à clé pour la nuit, pensant tout de même à part moi:
“Bigre de bigre, je ne savais pas que ça pouvait aussi sauter ou grimper, ces bêtes-là!… Voilà comment dehors avec les chiens il s”est retrouvé sur la petite table et y a renversé la coupe aux petits coquillages, d’où le bruit de vaisselle brisée! Heureusement que j’ai mon vrai chez moi à côté, où je vais pouvoir tranquillement aller dormir… Demain il fera jour, on verra bien ce qu’on peut faire.”
Et en effet, après mon léger dîner habituel, j’ai dormi du sommeil du juste…

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Le lendemain aux aurores (je suis par nature une couche-tôt, lève-tôt), j’ouvre à côté et laisse la porte grande ouverte pour permettre au varan de s’en aller, puis je vais prendre mon petit dejeuner de mon côté comme toujours. Je raconte brièvement la situation au voisin qui comme chaque jour rapporte chez moi le journal indien qu’il y a emprunté la veille. D’après ma description, bien que le nom français, “varan”, ne lui dise rien (il est Suédois), il m’apprend que le nom anglais de cet animal est probablement “monitor lizard”, et me dit de surtout l’appeler si jamais j’ai besoin d’aide.
Après mon petit déjeuner et ma lecture du journal du jour fraîchement apporté, je retourne de l’autre côté et entre sur la pointe des pieds.
Pas de varan en vue.
J’attends un peu. Toujours rien. Serait-il parti?…
Je m’enhardis à m’asseoir à mon petit bureau, ouvrir mon laptop et me mettre sur internet, cherchant des renseignements plus précis sur mon locataire imprévu.
Effectivement, en anglais c’est “Monitor (allez savoir pourquoi) Lizard”, ce qui le met bel et bien dans la catégorie des lézards… mais alors, de bonne taille!… Je me rappelle vaguement avoir vu autrefois des photos d’un géant de l’espèce, le Varan ou dragon de Komodo…. et j’en trouve une photo en effet, parmi les diverses photos des varans moins impressionnants que je connais… dont “mon” varan, qui comme je m’en doutais, pourrait bien être aquatique: un des deux chiens, peu de temps avant que je ne les trouve à ma porte avec le varan, avait apporté sur les graviers bien propres devant chez moi des morceaux tout détrempés de tiges de lotus venant de la petite mare établie par la famille voisine russe d’en face; c’était la première fois, cela m’avait intriguée… Ont-ils trouvé ce malheureux varan dans la mare, ou peut-être dans ses environs? Venait-il seulement y boire?
Quoiqu’il en soit, la seule photo de varan qui ressemble exactement au mien, est celle du varan aquatique, que j’ai maintenant le plaisir de vous présenter:

(la tête est en haut à gauche, en bas à droite c’est la queue…)
A deux contre un, et lui quand même nettement plus petit qu’eux, la lutte était vraiment trop inégale, je ne regrette pas de l’avoir secouru! En tous cas, son nom français vient de son nom scientifique latin “varanus”, de la famille des Varanidés…
Et je continue à lire les explications sur le mode de vie, d’alimentation, etc… Apparemment il y a même des gens qui les apprivoisent et en font un compagnon!… Très peu pour moi, il ne faut quand même pas exagérer!… Aïe-aïe, ici en Inde du Sud, les gens ont tendance plutôt à les manger, dit l’article!!! Quelle horreur! J’espère que mon varan ne va jamais tomber entre les mains de tels gens sans coeur! Mais soudain je sursaute, puis saute sur mes pieds et me retourne, car j’entends du bruit derrière moi, du côté de la fenêtre: le varan, pas parti du tout, s’est finalement réveillé, et affolé de ma présence, s’est rué à nouveau sur la grande fenêtre, essayant encore de s’échapper par là!… Le coeur battant moi aussi, j’emporte à la hâte mon laptop et autres objets fragiles et m’en vais à reculons pour laisser le pauvre animal se calmer…. et peut-être ainsi se rendre compte qu’il peut ressortir tout simplement par où il est rentré, car je ne suis plus là, ni les chiens non plus!
Ayant tout installé provisoirement pour pouvoir travailler de mon côté, j’y passe la journée, surveillant de loin que les chiens ne reviennent pas par là et ne risquent pas d’attaquer à nouveau mon protégé s’il met son nez dehors… u s’ils sentent sa présence dedans
Quand vient le soir, j’attends encore un peu avant de finalement fermer à nouveau pour la nuit, sans avoir vérifié si le varan est parti ou non – je n’ai pas envie de lui déclencher à nouveau une crise de panique si jamais il est toujours là…
Le lendemain dimanche, même stratégie: porte ré-ouverte en grand de l’autre côté dès l’aube, je reste à nouveau de mon côté toute la journée, et vais refermer seulement après la nuit tombée, pour lui laisser le temps de partir discrètement dans l’ombre, s’il ne l’a pas encore déjà fait…

ACTE III

Et aujourd’hui, lundi, je suis rentrée cette fois à grand bruit à côté, et tout en continuant à parler toute seule haut et fort, me saisissant du balai à long manche, je l’ai vigoureusement passé sous tous les meubles et dans tous les recoins susceptibles d’être devenus des planques-à-varan, d’abord dans la pièce du fond avec la grande fenêtre…- rien ne s’est produit –  et puis après aussi dans la salle de séjour… Personne!!! Merveilleux! Il semble bien être parti, cette fois!…
J’ai donc enfin tout réinstalle comme d’habitude côté espace de travail, et c;est de là que cet après-midi je viens d’écrire ce nouveau “post” pour mon blog…
Je le mettrai bien sûr dans la Catégorie “JOIES DE LA VIE SOUS LES TROPIQUES”…
Non, je plaisante, je n’ai aucune Catégorie pour mon blog, qui ait un tel titre!
Mais peut-être, vu les expériences imprévues en tous genres, et de ce genre-là entre autres, que l’on a fort souvent ici, Auroville étant située en Inde du Sud, peut-être, me dis-je, faudrait-il que je crée cette Catégorie?…!

Awareness of Cells’ Consciousness Is Spreading!

Your Cells Are Listening: How Talking To Your Body Helps You Heal

“Every part of your body has its own consciousness or its own soul.”  These transformative words, spoken by indigenous medicine women, began my journey within to discover the extraordinary healing capacity of the human body.

When this perspective was introduced to me, I was suffering from a severe chronic pain disorder.  I suddenly imagined incorporating this concept into my meditation routine.  I thought, Can my body hear me…can I talk to it to gain its cooperation in healing this condition?

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That night, after reaching a state of deep calm through meditation, I inwardly engaged my body in a heartfelt conversation, with hope, but having no idea what to expect.  After about one hour of this focused communication, something amazing happened.  My tissues began to respond.  Connective tissue pulled and stretched apart layers of scar tissue.  Nerves fired and my calf muscles began to perform flexion and extension exercises independently of my conscious control.  As this response continued, one of my calf muscles that had become paralyzed by the neuropathic condition — diagnosed as Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy — came back to life as electric-like jolts shot through the area.

My heart pounded as I realized that the path to my freedom from this condition had finally begun.  With a background in acupuncture and Oriental medicine, I knew too well how prevalent chronic pain is in this country and I wondered what the implications of this phenomenon could mean to so many others who were suffering.  As I continued to make progress with my condition, I organized my approach into a system that I could teach to clients and shifted my professional focus to hypnotherapy.

When instructing my clients, I explain that a regular meditation practice is necessary to train the brain to enter alpha and theta brain wave states.  While in these states, communication between the conscious mind and the physical body is dramatically enhanced.  I have found that when communicating, there are three key steps to gaining the cooperation of the body:

  • Approach your body with genuine compassion, understanding that it is made up of conscious cells who experience emotions.
  • Build trust by engaging your body in mental conversations about your desire for the two of you to cooperate and overcome the ailment.
  • Allow changes in the conversation by using different thoughts and words that elicit spontaneous elevated emotions.

From my experience, the above guidelines are necessary to achieve dynamic healing responses in the body. I recently came across a very similar set of factors that were discovered by researcher Cleve Backster, who spent 36 years studying biocommunication in plant, animal and human cells.  He referred to these factors as real intent, attunement, and spontaneity.[1]

Backster, formerly an interrogation specialist for the CIA, wrote about the defining moment which led him to his real work in this world, in his book Primary Perception.[2]  This moment occurred one February morning in 1966 when he decided to plantss-ismonitor the Dracaena plant in his lab utilizing polygraph equipment.  He attached the electrodes to a leaf and began to think about ways that he might induce a surge in electrical activity in the plant.  In humans this surge in electrical activity is associated with intense emotions.  He suddenly imagined burning the electroded leaf.

The same instant this idea entered his mind, the polygraph pen shot to the top of the chart showing an extreme reaction on the part of the plant.  Amazed, he walked to his secretary’s desk to retrieve a set of matches while pondering the possibility that this plant was somehow detecting the force of human intention.

When he returned with the matches, the plant was still showing the same high level reaction which would interfere with tracking additional changes on the chart.  Backster decided to “remove the threat” by returning the matches to the desk.  At this point, the chart displayed a downward trend as the plant apparently began to calm down.[3]  When Backster attempted to repeat the same results by pretending that he was going to burn the plant, there was no reaction.  The plant seemed to sense the difference between real and artificial intent. He eventually discovered that plants become attuned to their primary care takers, responding to both their positive and negative emotions and to their return after being away for a time.[4]  Chart findings also showed that plants prioritize the emotions of their primary care takers over the emotions of others nearby.

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Backster later expanded his research to include testing human cells for signs of consciousness.  He collected white blood cells from human donors, electroded them in a test tube and then recorded the cells’ reactions as the donors experienced different emotional states.

He found that spontaneous emotions were necessary in order to elicit an electrical reaction in the cells.  For instance, if a donor forced herself to feel an emotion, the cells would not respond.  However, when she received a distressing phone call from her daughter, the cells reacted significantly.[5]

He noted that distance seemed to be irrelevant in these experiments. For example, a donor left his electroded cells behind in the lab, then kept a detailed log of any stressful emotions experienced on his trip home to another state, such as missing a turn on the freeway, standing in a long line at the airport, and the take-off of his plane.  Later, his logged incidents compared with the chart recording showed strong correlations between the timing of the stressful events and the electrical reactions in his cells.  The chart became quiet again when he arrived home and went to sleep.[6]

These experiments were conducted while using equipment that screened out electromagnetic radiation — the usual energies used for information transmission. The cells behaved as if the screens weren’t there, suggesting that this communication is carried by a field still unidentified by conventional science.[7]  Some scientists believe that the further development of quantum physics may help guide us to understand this field that communicates emotional intent between living things.[8]

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Quantum Entanglement is a process where two particles of matter which have interacted with each other, still behave as if they are connected after being separated by many miles.  When an energetic change is made to the properties (position, momentum and rotational spin) of one of the particles, the properties of the other distant particle will change at the same instant.

This scientific phenomenon and the research of Cleve Backster, point to the Eastern concept of oneness — the view that all of nature is interdependent.  Ancient cultures understood this interconnection as a living universal energy field that sustains life while guiding the evolution of consciousness throughout the universe. The meditation techniques involved in my practice bring the mind into attunement with this field.

Energy from this field is then focused into a physical healing event through clear intention — delivered by means of a conversation that evokes spontaneous emotions — and attunes the physical body to the conscious mind.  This method which I call Antara (Sanskrit for within), enables one to experience the raw creative healing ability generated by an alliance of the mind and body with this living universal energy field.

Therese Wade received her Master of Science Degree in Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine from Bastyr University in 2003.  Her combined experience with Chinese medicine, shamanic studies, kundalini meditation and hypnotherapy are integrated within her approach to mind–body–spirit medicine.  Please visit AntaraHealingArts.com for more information.

[1] C. Backster, Primary Perception: Biocommunication with plants, living foods, and human cells, White Rose Millennium Press, 2003, pp. 29, 31-34, 39, 49-50. ISBN 0-966435435.
[2] Ibid., p. 20

[3] Ibid., pp. 21-25.
[4] Ibid., pp. 29-32
[5] Ibid., pp. 119-120
[6] Ibid., pp. 127-128.
[7] Ibid., pp. 40, 79, 151

[8] D. Radin, Entangled Minds: Extrasensory experiences in a quantum reality, Pocket Books, 2006, ISBN 13: 978-1-4165-1677-4; R. Sheldrake, Morphic Resonance: The nature of formative causation, Park Street Press, 2009, ISBN 978-1-59477-317-4; D. Wilcock, The Source Field Investigations, Penguin Group, 2011, ISBN 978-0-525-95204-6.

Confluence of Inspiration, Poem #1

dancing toward infinity

spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth
spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth

each lively soul
worlds contained
a galaxy of one
our gases, our dust
our gravitational pull
our weak wills
our strong compulsions
our stark shadowlands
our gaudy stars
dancing toward infinity

– Jamie Dedes

This poem (http://musingbymoonlight.com/2015/06/19/dancing-toward-infinity-3/#comment-26219) has been followed in my email box by another poem, this time written by another blogger I follow: Pat Cegan. You will find that second poem re-blogged in my next post… and you will understand why I called both of them “Confluence of Inspiration”!

Nature ‘s Wonders by Numbers

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Nature By Numbers: Fibonacci Sequence Animated In Stunning Video Will Take Your Breath Away. [ Other Mysteries News ]

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Yoga: what for actually? And what for, an ‘Integral Yoga’?

‘Yoga’, in its original deeper, spiritual sense, simply means ‘union’: it is the process of re-union of our present surface consciousness with our true Self. Birth into this physical plane makes us all amnesic. We identify ourselves automatically with our surface, ‘default’ personality, only because we don’t remember anymore who we really are. Yoga is the deliberate process of Reopening Inner Doors that have remained closed for too long… Going back again into Inner Spaces that make us remember at last who we truly are. These are images that just came up into my mind for expressing my own experience of what Yoga is. But to express what Spirituality is, although I know it from experience too, I prefer to give here a quote from Sri Aurobindo that is so complete I couldn’t express as much as well:

“It must therefore be emphasized that spirituality is not a high intellectuality, not idealism, not an ethical turn of mind or moral purity and austerity, not religiosity or an ardent and exalted emotional fervor, not even a compound of these excellent things; a mental belief, creed or faith, an emotional aspiration, a regulation of conduct according to a religious or ethical formula are not spiritual achievement and experience. These things are of considerable value to mind and life; they are of value to the spiritual evolution itself as preparatory movements disciplining, purifying or giving a suitable form to the nature; but they still belong to the mental evolution, – the beginning of a spiritual realization, experience, change is not yet there. Spirituality is in its essence an awakening to the inner reality of our being, to a spirit, self, soul which is other than our mind, life and body, an aspiration to know, to feel, to be that, to enter into contact with the greater Reality beyond and pervading the universe which inhabits also our own being, to be in communion with It and union with It, and a turning, a conversion, a transformation of our whole being as a result of the aspiration, the contact, the union, a growth or waking into a new becoming or new being, a new self, a new nature.”

Most existing spiritual paths and the various methods they use enable us indeed, one way or the other, at least to remember centrally who we truly are, so at least that central goal of all paths of Yoga is reached – and that is enough, as long as we only want to go back to the higher dimensions of Reality, if such is the personal choice of our individual soul. But simply going somehow ‘back to square one’ is not the only possibility for our souls. Here on the terrestrial plane Evolution is going on, and we can chose to continue being part of its victorious, glorious next step:

“The ascent of man into heaven is not the key, but rather his ascent here into the spirit and and the descent also of the Spirit into his normal humanity and the transformation of this earthly nature. For that and not some postmortem salvation is the real new birth for which humanity waits as the crowning movement of its long obscure and painful course.”

I knew that intuitively myself – that was totally obvious to me, I don’t know why, although to all others it wasn’t obvious at all. So how happy I have been to  find that some great spiritual beings had said the same thing as I was saying!… To really evolve – that is, to go on living on Earth in a still material body, but in a way that will become more and more divine – not just our central consciousness, but our mind, our life-energy and our physical body must be transformed as well, and their present way of functioning has to change too. But the traditional ways of Yoga usually don’t change much – if at all – the way all those outer parts of us work within our being, nor the lower energies they utilize until now. This is why pioneers of Conscious Evolution like Sri Aurobindo and the Mother had to find a new, vaster way of Yoga that would be evolutive and transformative for our whole being: they called it the ‘Integral Yoga’. Even after I had discovered in 1971 the stunning overall vision Sri Aurobindo gives of the Earth’s evolutive future, the concrete way such tremendous changes in our consciousness would translate in our daily life remained unclear to me, abstract, a kind of vague, lingering question mark. And then one day one of the less known, small books I had by Sri Aurobindo, ‘Thoughts & Aphorisms’, opened by itself on the very first page and the following short text that I had never read yet. It gave me goosebumps:

“If mankind could but see though in a glimpse of fleeting experience what infinite enjoyments, what perfect forces, what luminous reaches of spontaneous knowledge, what wide calms of our being lie waiting for us in the tracts which our animal evolution has not yet conquered, they would leave all and never rest till they had gained these treasures. But the way is narrow, the doors are hard to force, and fear, distrust and scepticism are there, sentinels of nature, to forbid the turning away of our feet from her ordinary pastures.”

Oh my… “Infinite enjoyments”… “perfect forces”… “luminous reaches of spontaneous knowledge”… “wide calms of our being”… As I read, my whole being was petrified with the joy of recognition: ‘This, is what I want, this, is what I want…’ Even those words themselves were so charged with the very vibration of the actual experience of what they described by the one who had written those words, that simply reading them gave already to me too a faint beginning of experience of those states of being they described. Instinctively, I started repeating those words to myself inwardly all the time, to keep experiencing that beginning of reality of their inner contents in my own being. They became my first spontaneous ‘mantras’ before I knew what a mantra was. And let no one imagine ‘these treasures’ to be only reserved as usual for a happy few, a spiritual elite; what a new step in Evolution makes possible, becomes then possible to all of humanity:

“Be to the world as the lion in fearlessness and lordship, as the camel in patience and service, as the cow in quiet, forbearing and maternal beneficence. Raven in all the joys of God as a lion over his prey, but bring also all humanity into that infinite field of luxurious ecstasy to wallow there and to pasture.”

Now that in my own life years later I do indeed, to an already wonderful extent, ‘raven in all the joys of God’, I don’t forget about all the rest of humanity, and I’m indeed also trying my best to bring it as well ‘into that infinite field of luxurious ecstasy to wallow there and to pasture’. That’s essentially what this blog is for: to show that such an ‘infinite field’ does exist, that I for one did get there now and then, and am experiencing it to some extent in all aspects of my life, so that anyone else interested in getting there too, ‘to wallow there and to pasture’ as I do, can at least get to know and, if they like, follow too the advice and recommendations by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother that enabled me and others to reach this point and keep progressing along this evolutive path .  

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