During a meditation this morning I had a vision I thought I’d
share.
I’m aware that visualization is not allowed in yogic meditation
but this one played out in front of my mind like an infomercial.
I watched and related.
In the vision I was suspended in a no time no place zone, a
squirming little core-self - without a physical
environment/body, picked up by a crane like arm/hand,
which caused me to struggle even more with the squiggling.
I saw little tiny arms and legs of light struggling and spread
out, panicked like when a newborn baby comes out and has
nothing to grasp onto. The crane dropped me into a vat like
receptacle filled with the chemicals of this environment and I
saw a cartoon like process of the elements infiltrating the
independent self, forming a structure, and fully engulfing,
saturating what was me, the atma. The elements formed a
body (psyche) around me.
The atma was still in there of course, but now I could see that
its elemental coverings were what nature intended to be, a
permanent feature.
Despite the seeming diversity here on the Earth plane,
everything is actually made from the same few ingredients.
Earth, water, fire, air - which themselves are made from the
same few chemical compounds. It often seems to me that this is
a place to experience oneness even though it seems like such a
place of diversity and independence – this is the illusion nature
has set up. The paradox.
It’s a scary vision, but also a hopeful one. I did see me, as a
little atma (at least according to the vision) without
coverings……and it’s a spunky little something. It knows how
to struggle and might be able to follow that yoga path upwards
through the elemental ingredients and resume the bare form.
Svarupe!!! Somehow!! Svarupe is the Sanskrit word Patanjali
uses in the Yoga Sutras.
It means, the bare self.
(I tried to find a illustration of something dangling from a
crane and came across some spooky pics of people killed or
suicided dangling from high cranes. Disturbing, but also,
symbolically prophetic when related to my vision of what
happens to the atma when the coverings take it over, it is a sort
of death.
But, Yoga!
(Salvation.)
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