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ls workshop) Quest In Reality.....33
Shantnu got himself intentionally lost in the hills. For three days and nights, he traversed scores of miles, crossed as many snow covered hills. He was undaunted by their majestic heights and gushing streams. As the heights of the mountains increased, they wore a dissolute look, there was hardly any vegetation left after centuries visitation of snows. Climbing them, with no modern facilities, was tiresome and risky job, but he was unaware of the difficulties and continued his journey which, as last, brought him to a dangerous precipice but he was startled when he looked down.
Down, was a beautiful small valley, encased by heavenly sunshine. It was full of orchards, flowers and greenery and was cascading strange scents not found in the worldly atmosphere. There was a small steam passing exactly in the center of his valley. The enchanting view, engrossed him, in a long ecstasy and he remained still, fixed in himself enjoying the overpowering thrills gushing continuously from beyond the regions of the mind.
When he came to, he found himself in front of small cottage, emitting strange vibrations, as if coming from a generator, embedded deep in the earth.
Everything in the valley looked strange and unique. Its fruit bearing trees, were small but laden with off-season fruits, flowers of all varieties were worn on bushes, as if freshly truncated, entire area was covered with spongy grasses. The waters of the stream were passing by the cottage, silently but majestically. There was hardy any sound though the valley was richly inhibited by the wild animals and birds. All looked accustomed and happy in the surroundings.
Before he could knock, their stood a handsome chap in the doors, giving him a smiling welcome.
Shantnu sir, I am a lost man, and seek refuse.
Stranger I was expecting you, come on we sit outside, it is a beautiful morning.
Shantnu Everything here looks strange. Even the climate is normal, though the valley is surrounded by the snowy hills. Reverent Sir, though you look a teenager, but I know, you are an ancient entity, who has conquered death.
Stranger In fatigue, your sub-conscious has colored the things, hence, everything, though exists normally, looks different to you. Your inner vision influenced by the latent desires, had envisioned such surroundings, so you are looking at the things, as you had imagined.
Shantnu But all my faculties are in good shape and my conscious mind too is untarnished, so my subconscious mind should not give me a colored vision.
Stranger You may imagine so, but it is otherwise. During your childhood, when you were ‘dealing’ with spiritual nuances, you had envisioned this scene, and it was imprinted permanently there. Today, during your ecstatic state, your subconscious-self emerged and presented you the scene you had once envisioned. About my age; neither I am an ancient entity, as you have imagined nor I have conquered death. Age and death are relevant only to the time, when we live in a dimensional world. But when we are away from time and dimensional world, we are out of their charge and their influence does not affect us (body and mind).
Don’t call me Sir; you can address me as Baba as everybody here calls me by this name.
Regarding you, you are not a lost person. Only your conscious has been partially taken away.
Shantnu Taken away, but by whom, and why?
Baba You will come to know about this very soon. But first take your bath in the stream, have good breakfast and rest. Thereafter, we shall talk.
When Shantnu opened his eyes, he realized that he had been sleeping on the soft grass. His room had the flooring of natural grass, which served as bed. The room was absolutely bare except for the inner wall and it had no enclosure. It was open to three sides.
He got up and entered into the next room. It was quite large and might be serving as a sitting room. Except for a small raised platform it too was bare. Behind the platform, which was created naturally by planting trees sideways, had a door, leading to another room, perhaps, Baba’s room. He heard a very sweet voice, speaking very softly. He went outside; saw a gathering of young disciples, listening attentively to Baba’s discourse. Seeing him coming Baba beckoned him to sit by this side but he preferred to sit far behind the group, sitting in two rows. All the heads bore different hair-colors. Like ascetics, their heads were not clean-shaven or bearing long locks, but were dressed in the attires of different countries, they belonged to. Only Baba, was wearing a cloak-like cotton robe. He was speaking in fluent English, before he came and the audience seemed to understand him!
Baba We have a guest here. An interesting incidence happened to him. He had a haggle of supremacy with his ‘intellect’. He was far ahead of his intellect. But the ‘intellect’ did not want to part its association with the man, hence it rebelled and took away, rather subdued, his memory chamber relating ‘him’ personally. Now all his other faculties are sound, except that he has forgotten, his past. During the last two months, he has gone through strange experiences and has been able to rise above them, i.e. to his present conscious-self, to the very door, which will lead him again beyond the intellect. Again, he is face to face with the intellect; let us see what happens next!
Everyone laughed, as each one of them, knew, Baba was taking them all for a ride. For Baba knew what was going to happen. Only Shantnu did not know as yet.
Baba Nitan, you take him to your lodge, when his conscious get awakened to the illuminated mind’s level, bring him back. Till then, you sojourn together.
Nitan Your wish is my command, Baba. But I am ignorant, how shall I be aware of the (attained) levels.
Baba Make joint efforts. I like your humility. If you still want me to tell you, which you already know, then start with the ordinary thinking (gross) mind and stretch its present conscious level and widen it to the upper levels till all that exists, exists no more and all that you see, you could describe no more.
Nitan Baba, is that so secretive or beyond comprehension that its description is difficult?
Baba All that is beautiful and lovely is beyond description. We have the vocabulary to express our thoughts, ideas, but what lies beyond or that which prompt them, is only felt but can’t be deciphered by ordinary sounds.
Nitan Baba, emotions and feelings prompt thoughts and idea, which can easily be expressed in the language we speak hence decipherable with the words.
Baba The limits of your emotions/feelings are so limitless that your limited vocabulary is insufficient to comprehend even a fractional part of it. Anyway try and find that out. That is the only way to know your limits and also a chance for you to extent them and encompass the whole panorama, that will be enticing you, so emotively that it would be foolish, not to comprehended it and merge in it. By merging, you would know its vastness and smallness. It is both ways, limitless. Now be a good boy and take the guest with you. Come when you feel necessary.
Tbc….