DISTANCE TO YOURSELF
'DISTANCE TO YOURSELF'
Part 3
01.06 2025
'Meeting the Egg'
Consideration of the philosophical concept of the Egg begins with meeting it by a woodland path...
A green-turquoise small egg spotted with slightly black dots,...
Who is inside there?
A question to Mother Nature...
Isn't the story from the Srimad Bhagavatam of Jada Bharata's past life and attachment a cautionary tale? Dilemmas. Making decisions... What to do? How to do the right thing, according to the injunction of the sastras, according to one's conscience - Paramatma....
An egg's first birth is past,... One's first birth from one's mother,... the material body, the Gross Senses Form... awaits its second initiation. The first initiation is behind thee, little one. We await the Brahman initiation....
Are our lives after the first birth a birth? Are we still in our mother's womb, connected to her by a cord?
A Spiritual Master can cut this cord, but this will only happen when we ourselves become a guru.... It is so distant...
Sitting in the shell of one's own egg, in the darkness of the energy of one's own ignorance, blind not knowing the way.... listening... awakening... unfolding...
Listening to Maha Mantra, listening to mantras, sastras.... darkness remains the same inside the shell of one's own egg, ripening....
Will it hatch strong under the care of sadhus piercing the shell of ignorance?
Subtlety waits outside to bewitch with deceptive energy, bewilder with illusions, and deceive with promises. Brahminical initiation - the beginning of the subtle path.... There is no going back...
The subtle cord holds even tighter, the silvery thread will not allow one to rise far.... Patanjali will say that gross impurity can be quickly removed from the stain, but the subtle penetrates deep and purification is much more difficult...
Waiting for the repetition, like in a spinning wheel, life spins again and again, will it cleanse with another repetition the riddles and wounds of previous lives, incarnations, situations, memories...?
One cannot accept one thing, one cannot come to terms with another, emotions, moods, reproaches, images,.... The wheel spins...
Stop the Time! Stop the passions of this life!
...The rapture of the ecstasy of the encounter with God....
Is this a spiritual illusion?
A reminder...
The peace and goodness, and warmth, and care, and love embrace the heart.... These beings above, eternal and inspired.... exist truly, happiness is truth, love for all is nature, all will change....
The subtle shell opened,.... veil thrown off, the subtle Third Eye opened...soul uncovered to the bliss of the Divine Majesty....
Abiding, communing with the embodiment of the Divine Couple's love is a fact and becomes a fact....
Will one ever be ready for it....
Will one open his heart like Hanuman?
And yet, it only takes so little to get there, to become a loving divine being....
Hare Krsna!
Part 2
10.05.2025
‘The Passing of Time’.
One can observe the passing of time in this material world,... which allows one to distance oneself: who someone was as a child, a teenager, a student, and who someone is now...
Thoughts linked to the past, what has changed apart from a few experiences?
The memory of worries or ups, the memory of people who have shaped, mapped out one's paths... to finally cut off influences and follow the path, marked out by one's own decisions. But is it really so? Doesn't time shape us despite our will? Does not destiny lead quietly, insidiously, and ruthlessly?
Looking at the past like those at the moment of death, when everything, their whole life presents itself to them in a flash....
Seeing life every day as a repeating pattern, the same experiences over and over again,... and a desire to break free...
This repetition clears the consciousness of samskaras, of attachments to the past that create the future, to people, events, things, and time... good and bad.
Is one's life what others see? What do others see? What do they define someone by?
Relationships that are formed throughout one's life... What influence do the relationships that arise in each moment have on one's life? Does one allow oneself to be influenced by them? To what extent are they accepted, and how deeply do they penetrate one's nature? Are they real? If so, is it possible to free oneself from the stigma on one's existence that they leave in every moment of contact... Sometimes they follow someone like a trail of smoke from which it is impossible to free oneself, sometimes they penetrate inside, reflecting in the mirror of the Ego... The reflections of various faces reflected on one's own face distort one's own image. Reflections of others' behaviour reflected on someone's life... Do others see someone's true reflection or only this distorted image of others' faces? The time of these mirror images hurts the most because it is impossible to free oneself from them.
Everyone is in one's own body and is subject to different reflections, subject to others. But, each one is first and foremost united with oneself with one's ‘I’, with one's Ego, whether it is true or false, and it is only a relationship with oneself...
It is the Art of attaining the level of becoming one with one's own pure reflection through self-realization... Then in one's honest company, one can feel at one's best knowing oneself truly.
...‘I’ remaining with oneself in the space of passing,... time in the present time.... Is this austerity?
Time creates our life...
By reflecting the purity of the saints, we enlighten and sanctify our Ego... But does the reflection of the saints create one's life?
By looking deep into one's Self, so deep that one almost reaches its bottom,... one can see oneself united with the world and with God, Sri Sri Radha Krsna. There, at the bottom of the ‘Ocean of Eternal Time’, the rasa, relationship with others, is pure and true.... It is so rare...
Hare Krsna!
DISTANCE TO YOURSELF
Part 1
"A few days of my life"
'Day One'
A deep sleep opens my still-sleepy eyes. For a moment, I look around the dark space uncertainly. Where am I? I recognize this place ...slowly, remembering another day of my existence, remembering from the beginning who I am, what I do, and what I should do. ...' To do'... it's my existence...
Seen not so long ago, the film based on facts reflects the reality one faces every day after waking up. One young man loses his sense of reality and blurs every previous day. He is detached from reality, he wakes up and does not remember who he is, what he does, or who the people around him are. He wakes up as if he is being born anew every day. He writes down notes about himself to read them the next day, but the next day he doesn't quite believe in them or trust them. He starts every day anew...
I start anew every day, my duties awaken me from the state of dream unconsciousness, who I am, my body, my life, all that I am exists in my non-existence. I wake up in the consciousness of nothingness, of non-being, to become a complete being, a completeness, a package of my affairs, relationships, and Ego. I start a fight with life, for myself, for survival, for food, for my own space. I strive for everything with everyone around me, with a non-friend and a pseudo-friend. I find respite for a moment in the sastras, I find myself in the vibration of listening to the sounds of words, saying mantras that purify the space and me: Hare Krsna Hare Krsna Krsna Krsna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare..., I listen to the words of those who listen to mantras and those who have listened to mantras, of sacred space. Another day of my life passes quickly...
I fall into another dream to become non-existence, to cease to exist, to immerse myself in the illusion of sleep relaxation, to flow with a wave of gray or colorful dreams...
Once in Vṛndāvana VIHE, where I was studying Burijan Prabhu (our teacher, Srila Prabhupada's disciple and initiating guru), he asked us, a group of Bhakti-vaibhava students of the course, if we fly when we dream? "Who among you flies in dreams?" I was the only one who raised my hand then. My dreams about flying had already been going on for many months, I could cover great distances just by floating, jumping up, etc. At first, I learned to fly in these dreams, I tried to fly higher and higher, it was some kind of effort, overcoming myself, and then I jumped great distances with ease to soar higher and higher without effort and without limits.
It is Nārada Muni who is described as a transcendentalist who travels in space and between the material and spiritual worlds...
I fall asleep again, drift off resting after another fight for life...
Hribol!