Why my ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ after forty years of ‘Yoga of the Cells’

As I explained in my previous article, it is since 1975 and the full coming in front of my Psychic Being (the ‘Being of the Soul’, as Sri Aurobindo  and Mother call It) that devotional songs for the Divine began spontaneously coming to me, again and again.

And it is when the inner contact with my cells, which happened by itself one year later, in 1976, enabled me to notice with astonishment,  as early as 1978, that here and there in my body they were turning altogether spiritual, it is from that time on that those cells, of a body not only creole but also born in Africa, started to influence the devotional songs that kept coming to me: it was now often on the very joyful rhythm of a biguine or a samba that they expressed themselves!…

So, the sudden influx in September and October 2017 of several more such songs, but dedicated specifically to Africa, has only been the most recent form that  those ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ took, composing themselves inside of me since the early Eighties.

I thought I had given them that name only just before the African Niagara: precisely the night before the powerful arrival of the African Niagara in the early morning, I had made a list of all my very rhythmic songs and had given them that name – for the first time, or so I believed.

A major mistake actually:

It is simple little notebooks for schoolkids that I use for noting down since 1988 (at last…) the spiritual progresses of my cells, as well as my dreams – in case the latter may reveal a secret inner relation with the cellular progresses also recorded.

From the very first notebook in 1988, I named the future whole record of those notes ‘My Cells and Me:  Journal of a Wonderful Adventure Together’.

Quite recently – these last few weeks – , while going back in time leafing through those notebooks, searching for an entirely different cellular event, I stumbled upon the veritable date on which for the first time I had had the inspiration of that name for my songs with a more exotic rhythm: it was in fact, unbelievable but true, in the morning of Feb. 24th 2017, that is, exactly the day after my birthday last year!!!

What a surprise! Already on that morning, right after my previous birthday, the Divine had whispered to me this precise name for those songs: ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’!…

Stunned, I realized this specific name was having then a great importance, more so than I had suspected. In effect, that name was enabling me to evoke and honor the name of similar but older songs, indeed, but also to signal the difference: thanks to its greater universality that name could then be used for the joyful devotional expression of any people or culture, beyond all the religions and their human dogmas so limiting and divisive!…

Thanks to the genetic research that has now become so easy to do, many people are discovering they have had ancestors of totally unsuspected origins, and this simple revelation by itself makes them open up to those other cultures they had no idea they were linked to.

But what Genetics don’t know yet, is that we have often been our own ancestors, too…! And in my personal case, it is not just African and Creole roots that I have in me. Be it from one lifetime or the other, I have actually roots masculine or feminine, on all continents, under all latitudes and all skin colors, expressing all the shamanic or religious beliefs known or forgotten. Roots?… I have, it would seem, a multitude of them.

Indeed: the British Aurovilian lady (nowadays gone back to cool England for her health) whom long ago I had finally consulted like many of us did, revealed then to me, to her own surprise, that I was what is called ‘an old soul’, having lived lives upon lives, everywhere, from the most ancient times, and that in this lifetime (a most important one) I was to gather and use all the qualities acquired in all those other lives to create out of them the diversified richness that our human unity requires for truly happening, in this terrestrial evolutive future that is growing more and more.

Well, I had noted down all right everything that this Aurovilian lady with inner sight  had told me, but without having the slightest idea of how such a future of spiritual universalisation would ever become a part of my real life.

And there it was, beginning obviously to happen, and on the intense and accelerated mode that luckily I was getting used to, for it was in that same way that all my previous spiritual progresses had happened every time, and this new one was no exception:

One after the other, first Africa with several of its regions, among them the Atlas, then it has been Tibet that revived its deep roots within me, then Kazakhstan, or rather the whole area around the Altaï, whatever present name those countries may have, that lie there since ever, and in which my being has incarnated for one life or the other. And there is the Peru of Macchu Picchu. And there is Ancient Israël – several lives. And there are of course my roots, multiple too, in France as such, at various time periods. And it is far from all!

These last months, my own evolutive progresses have translated themselves, in the night as in the day, through a sort of universalisation, not any more just psychological like when a young adult, but lived by my body itself, the experience buried into the invisible layers of my cells’ DNA starting to become active again, bringing me in a sequence, irresistibly, to several of those Cultural Pavilions that Mother asked us to build also in Auroville, I understand better and better why.

And this doesn’t concern me only, obviously: Auroville, and beyond Auroville, humanity as a whole will have to follow this same inner movement connecting all our diversities.

Of course the Aurovilians are from everywhere, already on the first degree, speaking simply of each one’s country of origin in this lifetime. But to feel that one belongs only to that one country is not enough, it too easily gives rise to ‘reductionism’ and ‘exclusivism’ towards the other countries.

Beyond this apparently unique country each one belongs to now, so many of us in Auroville, like me have those multiple deep roots connecting them invisibly to so many countries and cultures and times, on top on their country of origin this time around, that having lived under all skin colors, when they begin to remember it, they simply cannot anymore be a racist….

Same thing for the religions: when one has lived at the time of Christ, but also at the time of Krishna, and also at the time of Buddha or Mahomet, and then now of Sri Aurobindo and Mother, it is from within that one feels the wonderful complementarity of the way they followed each other, simply as different and growing expressions of the same Truth  now at last fully revealed. That Truth has needed all the previous ones to become whole again in its expression, and they must remain, in some more supple form devoid of exclusivism, so that the Truth  will still be adapted to the various degrees of evolution and inner needs that cannot but be there, among those unique individual human beings that we all are, all various aspects of the Divine at the same time ONE and ALL.

It is, I see it, this new experience in my cells that has made my individual consciousness achieve the same progress in effective universalization.

For 2018,  for this Fortieth Year of their own ‘Yoga of the Cells’, as Mother was calling it, this is the Gift they have received in several stages, during the End of Year and New year time, and still more later… And they kindly made me benefit from it, they shared it with me, this Gift, and now thanks to these neurons who formulate it for me, and these hands who write it on this keyboard for me, and this whole body who participates one way or the other, I am able to share it with other human beings too, a bit everywhere, through this blog! Isn’t that fantastic?!?

All my congratulations to you, my dear cells, and all my gratitude as a human being who still felt too separated from the others! You have changed all that in a few months!… And our little Celebration of Africa at the African Pavilion through your joyful ‘Aurospirituals’ for the anniversary of this body you constitute, my dear cells, this little afternoon of singing and dancing that way is more ad more taking its full meaning : it was a Celebration of the wonderful Diversity of Human Expression that we are all part of!…

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Feeling our Heart Self

After writing and then also translating this post advising to start a relationship with the Divine, I felt the urge to write more about that, and especially about what Sri Aurobindo calls so wonderfully the Rainbow of Divine Love… How could it be that I had never posted anything about THAT?!… And I just found out that indeed of course I already did!…

Here is that much older post, now joyfully re-blogged to complement the one written recently…

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I’ll keep this focus on the most important realities Olga Kharitidi was given access to – her own Heart Self, and humanity’s – to describe in this new post more precisely how this Heart Self feels within us, not especially in the Ancient Altai cultural context, but taken out of all cultural contexts, as It manifests in its Essence, recognizable by any human being anywhere, for it is the very Core of us.

Anytime you feel love in you – not passion or sexual desire, which in themselves are altogether different things than true love – know that you are feeling what comes from your Heart Self, the central You. Every time you feel tenderness, compassion, gratitude, it is your Heart Self in you that emanates those feelings you experience and that you then in turn radiate too; every time you admire somebody or something you are genuinely awed and…

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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:

 

 

The Consciousness in Things

A very interesting comment by a visitor having until now never expressed herself, prompts me to take up the topic she talks about, as the subject of this next post on my Research Blog:
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Anneli Karlsten Montin commented on The Inner Meaning I See in What Happened Here RecentlyBhaga, thanks for your blog posts, I find them peaceful, funny and curious, and also deeply interesting. I found Olga Kharitidis book about Altai, Umai etc really fascinating, and it reminded me that we can approach the truth about life’s reality from different angles, and still find the same source in the bottom.
I wonder now, are you familiar with the work of Machaelle Wright? I have studied her books and workshops for some 6 years now, and use what I have learned from there daily. She is in conscious contact with the intelligence within form around (and within) us, and she simply describes her experiences and what she has come to understand about this aspect of life. She calls it nature intelligence, and it is the conscious life that is all form (more specifically the devic level that designs the forms, the nature spirit level that inhabits and lives in the forms). We humans have our free will, but not the all-covering knowledge about balance. We may be in contact with this nature intelligence unconsciously (when we follow our gut instinct) and create some really good things, or we may be far from in contact with it, and just go ahead and create very unbalanced versions of our intentions.
Here, in this conclusion of her discoverings, it is not that we are making manifestations happen, we are not “gods”, but instead nature follows our intentions, our focus, and simply create it for us according to the choices we make with our free will, in order for us to learn from what we just created. We get to know ourselves, and now it is also time, urges Machaelle (after being deeply involved in communicating with nature for 35 years, and to apply their knowledge), to get to know nature intelligence. We are equal, co-creative partners in an involutionary/evolutionary balance, where we make the decisions in what to do and what to create here in our daily lives and on earth, meanwhile nature supplies the matter, means and action to make it come into five sense form. If we keep neglecting all the immediate and all-covering knowledge about dynamic balance in life (in every level of existence, micro and macro), we keep creating very unbalanced results around us. If we start turning to the intelligence within form, and ask “How is it appropriate to build this house/vehicle/garden?”, then we get results that are highly balanced.I both wanted to present you with this concept and hear your thoughts or maybe even experiences from this, and also I wanted to let you know where I come from in my view of life (as a way to present myself at the same time, since I don’t have any blog of my own yet, which by the way seems really stimulating to have…) :).Kindest regards, Anneli, Sweden

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At the time of writing this, my internet connection, as often, isn’t working, so I have been unable to go and check anything yet about Machaelle Wright, but I guess I can still start answering Anneli just from the viewpoint on this offered by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, as well as from the direct experience I happen to have had myself about this for many years.
What is certainly a distinctive aspect of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother’s evolutive vision and work is that:
1/ it includes the transformation of Matter too, and
2/ this transformation of Matter is to happen through a gradual awakening of the consciousness that has been present since ever in Matter itself, just as in every other level of the One Reality there is.
In this blog, what I mostly speak of regarding this, is the awakening of our body-cells’ consciousness, because this new development is already a fact difficult enough for most people to become used to, for a start!…
But Evolution is definitely not concerned with us Humans only, the new Consciousness-Force now at work everywhere on this planet is affecting everything.
Moreover, the very reason why it was indispensable for this new Energy to be activated at last in the atmosphere and very substance of the Earth, was that only this Supramental Energy, and not the other energies activated one after the other for the previous steps of terrestrial evolution, would have the power necessary for the consciousness in Matter itself to finally awaken back to its own secret divine nature. Without this awakening and divinisation of Matter too, one could never really speak of a ‘Life Divine’ upon Earth, for our poor physical bodies would be condemned to remaining in their present condition, which is far from being divine, with the constant and ineluctable threat of wound, disease or death. The tremendous unused potential that even scientists are starting to see in our DNA and in the normal immortality of our body-cells would remain only that: an unused potential.
In the past some of us humans had been awakening at other levels of our being, thanks to the growing activity of the spirit within each of us, for Evolution kept leading us forward, as a species too, into a life more and more influenced and guided from within by our innermost being: our soul.
But our physical body and generally all things physical were still considered off limits for this gradual spiritualisation of our being: Matter in itself was still believed to be alien and opposed to the Spirit, and devoid of consciousness.
This is changing, though. More and more of our renowned contemporary scientists now refute the materialistic dogma that is still the official basis of our therefore obviously futile attempts to understand the world in which we live, and ourselves within that world: more and more experiments everywhere show the undeniable presence of some form of consciousness, and even of will-power and capacity of choice, in everything, down to the quantum particles that are the very constituents of Matter.
The work of Pr. Amit Goswamy is particularly revealing and daring in this regard.
But we who concern ourselves, not in abstractions, but in what can be practically done already in our lives dedicated to Conscious Evolution, will not wait for the mainstream scientists to finally acknowledge the truth: with or without their permission, we will immediately take advantage of all the possibilities offered to us by this factual truth that Spirit and Matter are actually one, two forms of the very same unique Reality that everything there is, is part of.
Since ever there have been human beings capable of contacting the vibratory contents left in objects (rings, for example) by those who at some point used them on a daily basis, and of restituting the experiential origin of those vibratory ‘recordings’, with all the vividness of the visual and emotional situation, be it from centuries or millennia ago, a capacity known as Psychometry today.
And even more commonly, every modern man who has taken care of his beloved car like so many of them still do in spite of living in a ‘consumers’ society’ that pushes them to change their car again and again; most men build a relationship with their car that they know is really reciprocated by the car in some way, as crazy as this may seem to a dry rational mind. I remember a wonderful book by Lyall Watson that focused on that particularity of objects in general to last longer or remain in better condition than normal, because of the amount of actual tenderness their owners bestow upon them. In Lyall Watson’s findings, the opposite was true too: there were many cases of objects of all kinds taking revenge, so to say, on their careless or brutal owners by finding ways to hurt them or sometimes even kill them if they could manage that!!!
When I read that book, I was not surprised by those findings: in our little world of Auroville, I am well-known for the uncanny way the objects and clothes I use last much longer than they generally do for other people. I must say I am indeed the caring type to an especially high degree, and build up a little relationship with everything that is part of my daily world, and this may include sometimes everything I happen to come in contact with outside of my world.
Some other Aurovilians, not to mention all the ‘normal ‘ persons I also meet, probably consider me a bit queer if they see me saying a few words to the object I hold, or caressing it briefly the way I would an animal pet, but I know I am right, and my body knows it too: just as I am writing this, the body-cells in both my hands, although quite busy typing all these words for me on my laptop, still communicated fervently their own approval to me by suddenly warming up and sending to my central consciousness the memory of a totally unexpected (as usual…) but so moving experience I had years ago:
I was doing the dishes; and I was not doing the dishes consciously at that precise moment, I was doing them as unconsciously as anybody else would who is not leading a life of Conscious Evolution. I must have been preoccupied by some stupid usual human reason for being preoccupied, so instead of paying attention to what I was doing, I was washing those dishes with my mind somewhere else… when suddenly my attention was brought back to what was really happening – for something was indeed happening, something very special, down there in that sink, between my hands and those dishes they were washing: my hands – not me, but my hands – were full of love, radiating it quietly but so strongly it was the intense feeling of that love that had pulled my attention back there; slowly, lovingly, they were caressing the dishes they were washing, with as much tenderness and care as a mama would her child; and the cups and plates and bowls were responding joyously to their touch, and sending back love too to them, it was a wonderful flow of love from matter to matter, like a dance of love within Matter itself, so utterly sweet and moving that a few tears of soul joy rolled down my cheeks, while I was witnessing this so simple, yet so miraculous little event happening silently in that sink, on this small planet, in this tiny corner of the universe…

2002: Deux Expériences (le “dorje”et Chartres) reliées à Celle de “Gaia” Maintenant

C’est quand même bien utile, cette habitude que j’ai prise depuis très longtemps, d’écrire,  ne fût-ce que sous forme de brèves notes, ce que je vis intérieurement, genre rêve ou expérience ou autre fait important! C’est grâce à cette habitude que je viens de retrouver dans le carnet de 2002, où je me rappelais fort bien l’avoir notée, l’expérience super-puissante à Chartres… et puis en cherchant celle-là, quelques pages avant je suis tombée sur la description première de l’expérience qui lui est maintenant reliée, celle de moi-même en tant que vajra/dorje tibétain étincelant de lumière…!
C’était le jeudi 9 mai 2002, en fin de journée, j’ai noté:
“Séance de massage sacro-cranial chez I., avec sa géode améthyste d’abord aux pieds puis à la tête.
A la fin, image soudaine:
Au niveau du nombril, une sorte de joyau lumineux blanc lançant des sortes d’éclairs très blancs dans tous les sens, et le reste du corps, ou du moins sa forme extérieure ou énergétique, apparaissait tel un dorje tibétain.”
C’était donc il y a déjà dix ans!!! Je n’avais à l’époque aucune attirance spéciale pour le Tibet et ses objets rituels de culte, habituellement en cuivre ou autre matériau opaque, à l’aspect aussi obscur et peu bienveillant que la plupart des divinités qu’ils servaient à adorer; mais là, ce dorje totalement transparent et lumineux, c’était autre chose!…
C’est pendant l’été de la même année que j’ai pu enfin aller à Chartres. Voici ce que j’ai écrit plus tard à ce sujet, dans le même carnet:
“Il est temps maintenant de noter ce qui s’est passé le 12 Juillet, au cours de ma visite à Chartres grâce à la gentille invitation de ce cher F. dans sa petite Clio qui lui va comme un gant, savourant chaque kilomètre de cette Vallée de Chevreuse que nous avons choisi de traverser, délaissant l’autoroute…
Dans la Cathédrale (vitraux incroyables, même pour mon oeil de néophyte), j’ai tout de suite cherché à me rapprocher du fameux Labyrinthe dont j’espérais bien qu’il serait, comme supposément tous les vendredis, débarrassé des chaises qui les autres jours le recouvrent. Il était en effet découvert, ô joie!
Malgré le flot chaotique des gens et enfants le traversant dans tous les sens ou même y courant, visiblement sans se douter du tout de son sens ni de son potentiel initiatiques, j’ai fini par voir où était l’Entrée, et je m’y suis engagée avec un appel intérieur à Mère et Sri Aurobindo. J’avais déjà repéré la Grande Rosace où Notre-Dame et l’Enfant trônent, au centre… du Symbole de la Mère Divine!… On l’a dans son dos quand on se place à l’Entrée du Labyrinthe.
Très vite, une fois dessus, chacun de mes pas s’est accompagné spontanément, tout bas, du mot “Mère”, et ma concentration intérieure s’est approfondie de plus en plus, oubliant le chaos bruyant des gens autout de moi.
Quand je suis finalement arrivée au Centre, je n’attendais rien de spécial; mais dès que je me suis avancée là (après qu’on en ait retiré la poussette avec enfant qui y était, empêchant d’y accéder!…), immédiatement une Energie extraordinaire à commencé à descendre, m’immobilisant de plus en plus fortement, de la tête aux pieds, au fur et à mesure que le temps passait. Je ne pouvais plus bouger, ni ouvrir les yeux. Un grand sentiment de la Présence de la Mère Divine avait envahi mon coeur intérieur, et la gratitude en sortait à flots intenses.
J’étais absolument sidérée.
L’Energie passait surtout verticalement et par les chakras. Le chakra d’en haut n’était plus qu’un très large entonnoir, élargi à en être pratiquement plat, comme un lotus grand ouvert. Pas une pensée, pas une émotion, rien, seulement la sensation de cette Energie qui entrait, entrait, et se déversait dans mon être. Finalement je l’ai perçue, cette Energie, comme une Lumière Dorée qui formait comme un énorme Pilier occupant tout le Centre du Labyrinthe (y compris les huit pétales et les entre-pétales où je m’étais reculée d’un pas pour pouvoir rester aussi longtemps que nécessaire sans pour autant gêner l’accès des autres au Centre proprement dit).
Et ce Pilier continuait vers le bas – loin de s’arrêter au sol, il s’enfonçait aussi dans la Terre, m’y enracinant par la même occasion!…
Ce Pilier de Lumière Dorée reliait le Ciel et la Terre, et me passait à travers au passage. Fabuleux!..
Mon visage baigné de larmes de joie était en extase calme, souvent levé vers la Rosace de la Mère Divine (qui maintenant me faisait face), et vers ses deux occupants à qui mon être se donnait sans réserve – au moins centralement, car ce n’est que plus tard, quand j’ai pu m’asseoir, (non pas sur le Labyrinthe, bien sûr, mais sur le bord du socle d’un des piliers de pierre qui en sont proches), qu’enfin mon corps a pu avoir sa part de l’expérience. Là, mes cellules aussi ont reçu et éprouvé la charge, dans une certaine mesure.
Je n’étais finalement sortie du Centre du Labyrinthe qu’après un temps qui m’apparaissait comme une eternité intense. Mon immobilité pour ainsi dire pétrifiée par cette Descente, n’a été mûe que par le surprenant movement de rotation en vortex, que lui imprimait de temps en temps la Force. Au bout d’un certaine durée de ce temps pétrifié, il m’a été dit intérieurement que ça suffisait, qu’il fallait maintenant quitter le Centre… ce que je n’ai fait pourtant qu’à regret, un regret infini, poignant, d’avoir à me séparer à nouveau de cette Union indicible et de l’intensité presqu’écrasante de Présence que j’éprouvais.
Le parcours du Labyrinthe en sens inverse m’a été une grande aide pour peu à peu revenir au monde extérieur.
Une fois sortie complètement du Labyrinthe, je n’avais qu’une envie, c’était d’y retourner aussitôt, de retrourner vers ce Centre béni. Ce m’était douleur que de résister à cette envie, et de rester dans la vie extérieure suffisamment pour aller m’asseoir sur une chaise proche et, après un long moment, être capable de retrouver F., tout étonné de mon silence et état “bizarre”, et de lui adresser quelques mots anodins et rassurants.
Plus tard, pendant qu’il me ramenait dans la Clio chez ma mère, je me suis rendue compte que j’avais la fièvre. Le lendemain encore, cette fièvre a continué, et je n’ai pas été “dans mon assiette” de toute la journée… “
… mais je savais pourquoi, et ça en valait bien la peine!…
Tout cela était d’autant plus sidérant pour moi qu’ordinairement j’étais parfaitement incapable de sentir toutes ces “énergies” diverses, auras et autres, que tant d’autres personnes perçoivent communément et sans difficultés!… Je me considérais comme complètement bouchée!…

Quant à ma vision, tout à fait stupéfiante elle aussi, de moi-même sous la forme de ce dorje tibétain lumineux, le souvenir m’en est revenu un dimanche soir, 12 avril 2009, ayant entre-temps découvert les livres d’Olga Kharitidi dont j’ai parlé surtout au début de ce blog, mais qui restent facilement accessibles parce que je leur ai dédié une des Catégories sur lesquelles on peut directement cliquer. Voici mes notes  à propos de cette vision, et de ce qu’elle m’a évoqué ce soir-là:
“Mon passé “shamanique”?!?… Moi qui rejette tellement le Shamanisme!…
Il va falloir que je cherche dans ces cahiers: Quand ai-je rêvé une nuit d’un grand objet sacré tibétain, le Dorjé [et dans mes notes je l’ai dessiné remarquablement bien] tout fait de lumière, et qui était… Moi, mon Moi vrai à ce niveau-là. Le réveil  sur cette expérience m’a laissé un goût de splendeur dans la conscience, très intense.
Maintenant je découvre grâce à un jeune Belge (!) un shamane hongrois (!!!), Joska Soos de Sovar, du Clan de Baksa, à travers qui s’exprimait encore (mort 15.8.08) la filiation ouralo-altaïque du shamanisme hongrois – lien à nouveau avec le premier livre d’Olga Kharitidi, “Entering the Circle”, et les anciens shamanes de l’Altaî.
Tout semble converger vers cette origine pré-sibérienne, altaïque (plus la partie mongole maintenant de l’Altaï), du temps d’un autre climat, comme pour le Désert de Gobi (Mongolie aussi) autrefois fertile, comme l’affirme Edgar Cayce. Mon impression d’exhilaration, très lointaine dans le passé, chevauchant au galop “dans les plaines de l’Asie Centrale”… Mon amour pour les yourtes… LA yourte. Bien plus pratique en fait que la tente amériendienne toute pentue, qui a perdu sa “muraille” circulaire verticale, au-dessus de laquelle la tente était posée.
Bon. Au dodo!….
Vais-je rêver de Belovodia?…”

Feeling our Heart Self

I’ll keep this focus on the most important realities Olga Kharitidi was given access to – her own Heart Self, and humanity’s – to describe in this new post more precisely how this Heart Self feels within us, not especially in the Ancient Altai cultural context, but taken out of all cultural contexts, as It manifests in its Essence, recognizable by any human being anywhere, for it is the very Core of us.

Anytime you feel love in you – not passion or sexual desire, which in themselves are altogether different things than true love – know that you are feeling what comes from your Heart Self, the central You. Every time you feel tenderness, compassion, gratitude, it is your Heart Self in you that emanates those feelings you experience and that you then in turn radiate too; every time you admire somebody or something you are genuinely awed and inspired by, that is a sign that at least at that moment your mind also is under the beneficial influence of the Heart Self in you, instead of the influence of your ego.
Every time you feel relaxed, at peace with yourself and life and the universe, confident that all is well because it will all end well, thank your Heart Self for giving you that true feeling about All There Is. Every time you notice that something bad you knew could happen, didn’t happen, thank your Heart Self for its faith in the Divine, which has protected you. If sometimes you can even feel the Protection around you, enveloping you, it is not your ordinary senses but again your Heart Self that is capable of sensing That.

Our Heart Self is what Sri Aurobindo and the Mother preferred to call our ‘Psychic Being’: the ‘Being of our Soul’, the Being that develops and keeps growing, from the spark of our individual Soul, through the various lifetimes It goes through, the eternal and unalienable part in what we call ourselves.

The utmost characteristic of what our Psychic Being is about, is Love, and Love’s characteristic in turn is its unbelievable sweetness, a sweetness that all the mystics in the world have compared to honey, so strong is the analogy, the correspondence, the sameness experienced between sweetness as a lingering, delicious taste melting in our mouth, and the sweetness of love as a feeling, a very special substance one could almost say, surging from somewhere in our depths and making all hardness in our being simply melt as well into that sweetness.
This ‘somewhere in our depths’ is the inner space, behind our physical heart but in a non-physical dimension, where our Psychic Being normally resides, a secret Sovereign waiting for its time to come in order to guide our entire outer being, all the parts of it, towards their true divine nature and fulfillment.

At first It can only act as an influence hardly felt by our outer consciousness, except as a more or less constant attraction to whatever in the outer world is felt as expressing Truth, Beauty, Justice, Harmony. Whenever we do feel that, there will be in us a spontaneous rejoicing at the presence of the Divine in the form of these Qualities; we may not know consciously why we are so elated and happy witnessing for example acts of kindness among other human beings, or the beauties that abound in Nature; but it will be actually the Psychic Being in us that will be rejoicing, and communicating its joy to whatever other part of our being will open itself to that joy. Don’t be surprised to find yourself suddenly moved to tears, not for any sadness, but because of soul emotion.

There can be also a need for our consciousness to remain quietly within from time to time, instead of being interested and caught by all the little or big events and changing scenes of outer life. Many small children are still like that, and don’t all the time go out and interact with others as they are usually expected to; they spontaneously rather remain interiorized, still absorbed in the silent but so full and fulfilling immersion in their inner life. But then their ignorant parents, cut since long from any remaining sense of their own Inner Self, are afraid that the child is sick or something, and urge her or him to go out and play. The child quickly learns that it is somehow wrong to ever stay quietly within oneself and not do anything outwardly. What a pity. Later on, the adult that child will become will be obliged to learn again how to ‘meditate’, simply to be again able to go and stay within, instead of living only in the outer world, which at this point in its evolution is still mostly hiding the true Reality of everything…

In the Inner life as experienced by our Psychic Being, the sense of the divine Presence becomes normal and constant. The Psychic Being feels itself spontaneously as the beloved child of the Divine, eternally safe in the loving arms of the Divine as its eternal Mother, or eternally safe in any other form of loving relationship It may have with the Divine, wonderfully rainbow-like in all the hues of that Love that our Soul can choose from at every moment:
[475] ‘Discipleship to God the Teacher, sonship to God the Father, tenderness of God the Mother, clasp of the hand of the divine Friend, laughter and sport with our Comrade and Playfellow, blissful servitude to god the Master, rapturous love of our divine Paramour, these are the seven beatitudes of life in the human body. Canst thou unite all these in a single supreme and rainbow-hued relation? Then hast thou no need of any heaven and thou exceedest the emancipation of the Adwaitin.’

Of course, yes, as the Adwaïtin say, who wants only the Absoluteness of the One, in the Ultimate Reality there is only one Being and one Consciousness, and we all are That, for there is only That;  our own consciousness, once it is awakened to that central Fact, will know itself as That in its very essence; and yet, those innumerable forms of expression of that One Being are there within It, so that this very relationship of Love can exist and be experienced… precisely, as the Mother would say, ‘For the joy of that “Thee’…’

We exist as our Heart Self, our Psychic Being, so that together with our identity with the One, we also can enjoy the Delight of that ‘Thee’…

May you all who read this, discover that Delight and grow into it, for it will transform your whole existence as I can testify it does, for it has indeed transformed my own existence, just in the wonderful way described here:

[429] ‘When one has the vision in the heart, everything, Nature and Thought and Action, ideas and occupations and tastes and objects become the Beloved and are a source of ecstasy.’

Altai, Belovodia & the Physics of Time

If there have been people during the last few days visiting this blog in the hope of a new post, I apologize for the unusually long delay in putting up this one: I had no internet connection for all this time… Now that the technical aspect is again working properly, here is the new post at last!  And this long interruption has given me time to start also on the next post, which then should be ready to be posted soon as well.

Having again mentioned young Russian psychiatrist Olga Kharitidi towards the end of my previous post, I felt I had to re-read once again, still with the same keen interest, her first book, ‘Entering the Circle’, looking especially for the moments when she has an unmistakable contact with her soul, something she herself learns to notice because of the specific ‘symptoms’ (my word) she experiences when that happens.
This is very important, so I decided to make of it my next post – this one – for it constitutes a major difference with Castaneda’s description of his training with Don Juan, Don Genaro etc, where no such contact with his soul happens at all, it all concerns only the occult planes and the contact with the powerful but obscure and dangerous beings and forces that, whether we are conscious of it or not, do try to invade us and make puppets out of us.

During Olga’s few days away from her big hospital in Novosibirsk and inside the two remote villages of Siberian Altai where she goes, she too will encounter  those hostile occult realities she has had to face already through some schizophrenic patients; this time, once back in his Altai village, her ex-patient Nikolai, the young man who has guided her and her sick friend Anna there, realizes that he isn’t becoming insane as he feared, but simply being changed into the new ‘kam’ (the real Altai word instead of ‘shaman’) needed for replacing his uncle Mamoush, the old kam who just died; the problem is, Nikolai’s normally friendly consciousness inherits at the same time the devious intentions towards Olga from Mamoush, for perpetuating the kam-lineage he and now also Nikolai belong to; but in the other village, Olga’s own newfound feminine mentor, the healer Umaï, although strange and sometimes scary in her behavior while she quite effectively cures an Altai woman and then also Anna, is actually a wise, warm and often smiling woman-kam from another lineage, dedicated to good; she protects Olga and very soon makes her discover the Spirit Lake within herself and her true Spirit in it, ever to guide her if she calls upon it.

The images, symbols and terminology aren’t the same as the ones from, say, the traditional spirituality of India, but still the inner realities perceived and the characteristic feelings are essentially the same, so I’ll summarize the part leading to the Spirit Lake, and then quote from what is said about it:
As conscious individualized energy, entranced Olga experiences herself at first as the undulating smoke rising from the fire lit in the middle of the isba’s earthen floor on which she lies, then as the fire itself going up, then as a snake struggling to come out of some very deep, resistant waters, desperately swimming up and up to reach the surface:
‘Finally the moment comes when I break out of the water and float on the surface of the ocean. Instantly it becomes a place of peace and calm. I love this ocean and could float like this in it forever. Nothing disturbs me. There are no thoughts other than appreciation for this water that now holds me up. I begin swimming. I swim and swim until I see the coastline. I realize that land meets that mysterious body of water on all sides and that I am swimming in a big round lake. Now I notice what is on the coast. It looks like a city. I can see buildings, cars and people. Panic takes me again. This is my city, my friends and my relatives. I don’t want to go back to them. I want to perceive nothing but the soft, flowing water.
A soft, feminine voice comes through my panic. “Be calm. I will talk to you now.” It is Umaï’s voice. I don’t know what language she speaks, but I know it is Umaï and somehow I understand her words.
“Now you are in your inner space, the place of the Spirit Lake. This is your first conscious time here. Each of us has this inner space, but during the lives of most people, it becomes smaller and smaller. As we go through life the world around us tries to fill up and kill this inner space, your Spirit Lake. Most people lose it entirely. Their space is occupied by legions of foreign soldiers, and it dies.
“Now you have experienced this space within yourself. Now you know it. You will no longer be afraid of the world around you. Your space will never be filled up with anything but yourself, because now that you have experienced it, you recognize its feeling and its pulse. You will continue to explore it. Later you will also learn that there is an important Inner Being who lives there. You will need to meet and learn to understand this Spirit Being. I will help you do this when you are ready.”‘

All this is already important enough, but even more is told to Olga then:

‘Umaï’s voice is soothing, and I hang onto every word as she continues.”This next thing is the greatest secret I could tell you. We have the task of building two things while we are in our physical lives. Our first task is to construct the physical reality in which we live. The second task is the creation of ourselves – of that very self that lives within this outer reality.
“Both tasks require equal attention. Keeping the balance between them is a very sacred and demanding art. As soon as we forget one task, the other can capture us and make us its slave forever. This is why the place of the Spirit Lake, the home of the Inner Being, becomes empty and dead for so many people. They come to truly believe that the outer world is the only one worth their attention. Sooner or later they will realize their mistake.
“For you, the main danger is not this but only in exploring your inner self. This is why you were already so interested in other people’s minds. You were using that information to try to understand your own psyche. You must learn to accept the importance of creating your own reality. Believe me that your work in the outer world has an absolute and equal power and ability to satisfy. Don’t be afraid of the shore around you now. Everything you see there is your own manifestation, and it is ridiculous to be afraid of your own creation. I will help you.”‘

By revealing this truth to Olga, Umaî helps her already to learn how to protect herself from her own possibly threatening creations:
1/ by remembering that outer situations in her life are only that, her own creations; and
2/ by not accepting the reality of those situations, but on the contrary asserting her own inner power to change them.

I personally appreciated particularly the remark about Olga’s way of being, more turned inward than outward, as I myself have the same tendency; the advice given by Umai has helped me to be less fearful of the threats from the outer reality, and sometimes already I have been successful in transforming them  into a more positive reality. Thank you, Umaï!… And Olga too, for writing this book!

Speaking of threats, we have to remember that all this was happening in Olga’s life while still under the Soviet regime.
One of the book reviews I copied for my first post about ‘Entering the Circle’ contained among other things this summary of the events that follow:

‘The author’s involvement with shamanism is fraught with danger, for in the Soviet Union, interest in the occult can lead to psychiatric commitment. But Kharitidi manages secretly to incorporate her new powers into her practice at the hospital. During her trance voyages, she visits Belovodia, more commonly known in the West by its Tibetan name of Shambhala, where a parallel human race with advanced spiritual knowledge hints at a radical new future for humanity. Others are also discovering Belovodia, Kharitidi learns, particularly a Soviet physicist researching the nature of time.’

What was put there in a nutshell I need now to expand about, for the ‘Conscious Evolution’ purpose of this blog:

One of Olga’s patients had been a sweet, idealistic and naive very young man, Victor, whose only crime at seventeen had been to say openly or even write things like ‘Soviet society is imperfect and could be improved in many ways’.
Interest in metaphysics and ‘anti-soviet’ ideas were always diagnosed as schizophrenia and ‘treated’ in ‘special clinics’. It was after having been sent to such a ‘special clinic’ that young Victor had been brought to Olga, a broken man:
‘(…) all his answers carefully memorized and rehearsed, (…) repeated without change: “I was sick. I understand it now. I want to continue taking my medicines to prevent the disease”.
‘There was only one time that I saw even a trace of remembered animation on his face. He had noticed a forbidden samizdat book that had been secretly reproduced for me on a copying machine by a friend. It was by Sri Aurobindo, an Indian philosopher and mystic, and I normally kept it hidden in my desk. After Victor glimpsed it, our relationship slowly began to change. It was the beginning of his trust for me.’

When reading Olga’s story for the first time, how moved I have myself been to discover the precious help Sri Aurobindo’s books had represented for all those Russian people oppressed also inwardly, by the heavy materialism inherent to the Soviet regime… How glad I have been to learn one of those books had been the silent, secret bridge between Olga and Victor.

He had never been really insane, and didn’t need any medical care except for recovering as much as was possible from the terrible ‘treatment’ he had received. Worried, though, about sending him back home to an egocentric and vain mother who rejected him, all the more now with the stigma of having been in the ‘crazy house’, Olga kept him in the hospital under her own safe wing for as long as she could extend his stay, but in the end, he had to be discharged and sent home.
‘After his release, Victor had written me a short letter telling about his attempts to find a job. He had been rejected at the few places he had tried, but he still hoped to find something. He also mentioned that his mother had sold all his books while he had been gone.’

Six months later, it is this poor Victor’ suicide, when she is informed about it upon returning to hospital duty after her Altai leave, that shakes Olga with deep enough sorrow to bring into her a new determination: she will discretely start making use of the changes that have occurred in herself and in her whole understanding of sanity, insanity and healing, for the sake of her patients, even at the risk of being discovered.

By one of those ‘coincidences’ that start happening in your life when you are aware of your Inner Being, a patient not really sent to her knocks anyway ‘by mistake’ at her office’s door in the hospital, and she gets invited to visit this Dmitriev, a renowned physicist, at his laboratory in the very important and highly respected ‘Academy cum City of Science’, Akademgorodok, near Novosibirsk. In spite of her original intention not to go, after Victor’s death Olga finds herself following not that mental decision, but her intuition, and eventually she does go to that laboratory, another turning-point in her life: confirming by direct personal experience the usefulness of the cutting-edge, strange-looking new equipment devised by Dmitriev, Olga’s consciousness shifts frequency and enters for a short while the dimension of this very Belovodia she longed to learn more about.

There she meets at last in person the man in white who had acted as her inner guide already in several major ‘dreams’: this masculine being is actually a part of Belovodia…. and so is Umaï, he reveals to her, so Olga needn’t worry, Nicolai’s claim that Umaï had died was a lie, she cannot die; but it wouldn’t be good to remain too attached to her emotionally, for that would hamper Olga’s own growth. Olga does have a deep inner connection with the tattoed mummies from an ancient unknown culture, and those mummies themselves are linked with Belovodia too: although they are seemingly dead, ‘their intentions are alive’, she is told. The discovery and opening of those tombs is one of the visible signs that a new evolutive step is already started on Earth. For individual human beings as well as for humanity at large, the most important thing is to be in contact with one’s Heart Self, which for humanity is precisely Belovodia/Shamballa, so it will come to be known more and more, also with the help of scientific devices like Dmitriev’s invention and the notes users like Olga are able to write while in a deep trance inside.

A few days later Olga has on her own another ‘dream’, at the end of which Umaï appears again to her, to reveal some more invaluable inner secrets for the true Healer Olga is indeed meant to become.
Following trustfully the advice received from Umaï, she has so much success with even supposedly ‘incurable’ cases that she can see these new approaches do work. Her colleagues and superiors see it too, but she presents her strange methods as taken from innovative experiments elsewhere!…
Every time, calling upon her ‘Spirit Twin’ inside herself makes her behave and speak in just the right, if apparently crazy, way, to help a patient… or, when she is finally suspected of ‘subversion’, to escape being found out by the dangerous interrogator she has to face… This moment turns out to be one of the funniest moments in the whole book!!!

Akademgorodok

Longing to have another session inside the curved, tubular ‘mirrors’ of Dmitriev, Olga goes again to his laboratory… only to find that in the meantime he himself has been able also to reach Belovodia, following the same wavelength frequency route that she had spontaneously and unwittingly used. Just to curl up again inside the ‘mirrors’, and there to read Dmitriev’s moving notes of his own visit to Belovodia, is enough for Olga to go back home fully satisfied again, as if she had had the experience herself. The story of Belovodia as told to Dmitriev traces the origins of humanity and of its various main religions back to that area of the world, and particularly the Altai region, long ago, when its climate was entirely different and this specific people there very developed spiritually.

It is so moving to realize the long foreseen vision that this people must have had of our times, of this later period of humanity when we would become ready to welcome again this spiritual wisdom that patiently waited for us to grow enough, and these beings who in the meantime, from their secret and protected realm of existence, have helped us at every step through their inner influence – or, as in the case of Umai, also through their physical presence with us here… Even mummies not so dead as they seem to be have helped and are helping still, through their ‘alive intentions’!
How beautiful and encouraging those teachings are, that together with Sri Aurobindo’s teachings, have shown Olga Kharitidi, and all of her readers, and now all of mine too on this blog, the great promised evolutive Future that is joining more and more our far evolutive Past to form in our Present the New Earth and the New Life we need so urgently!…  

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