SOURCES AND ORIGINS OF THE HIMALAYAN LINEAGE
The lineage speaks for itself by not speaking. Where there is speaking, the lineage conceives itself. If you wish to connect with the lineage, listen to no one, ask for no words, attend no lectures, read no books.
The world of realities in which we dwell are not a world of realities. These are forms cut out of formless space. The only fabric of space is akasha…empty space. And this may be the universal akasha, the universal space, OR chitta akasha, the space of consc iousnes. There is no other fabric…and all the rest are bubbles and ripples in this fabric—in this vast incredibly vast ocean of light—ocean that is consciousness, ocean that is the mind. On the fabric of the mind, the mind paints with a brush that is the mind, with pastel that is the mind, paints a painting that is the mind, and renames itself the universe. On the fabric of light, light—the being of consciousness—holding a brush of light with pastels that are light, paints a painting and that painting is light. The light paints itself with brush of light on the fabric of light and renames itself the world. And having traversed its own span returns to dwell within the myth that is called “you” You: that notion and fear. You are this reality, also, that expands out into a vast ocean of light in which flow currents of life… all this span of chitta akasha—space of consciousness.
All the ripples and bubbles of life are contained in one pin point of light. All of the spans into which you have awareness (life times) are contained within that bindu. Hence, Brahma Bindu Upanishad, Nada Bindu Upanishad, Tejobindu Upanishad have secret teachings that reveal one pin point: Brahman….that initiate us into that pinpoint that IS all the light that has been, is, shall be. All sounds that… That pinpoint of light contains in itself trillions of everything…dwells by itself in satiety of completeness, perfection….and within it you vibrate! Within that point is contained all potentialities, omnipotence, all shaktis. It remains ever revealed to itself. That revelation becomes grace.
This pinpoint is a treasure of compassion, otherwise known as love. That love is light. Compassion is love and light. And love, light and compassion are grace. Impelled by the power of grace, this pin point of light bursts when it can contain its love no more. It’s bursting stretches out to become cosmic mind, yet the point is not lost. The ocean of space is filled with light—light of consciousness. Reduction in consciousness is called prakrti, matter. This vast mind, filled with consciousness is the golden womb of the universe –hiranyagarbha.
From this pinpoint of glory, all glories diversify in one mind—the universal mind, hiryanagarbha, samadhi chitta, Brahma the creator—contaning all Vedas, all knowledge. Within this ocean of consciousness—kriya shakti, power of creativity, swirls of energy (not reduced yet to prakrti)-- are alive with life force, cit shakti, carrying in it bliss of satiety, nitya.. These are the first beings. These are the manasa bhuties of Brahma—mind children of the mind mother. These we know as formless first beings of light. Filled with light of knowledge, suffused with light of joy, love—sending out and receiving waves of grace. They flow and return within it. These are the Brahma rishis--the first carrying Brahma knowledge. The first maheshvaras. Carrying the megha???? mantras—sound and light within.
The ageless expanse of cosmos: How many are there? Can there be? Mind cosmoses, swirling, flowing containing within the five subtle senses, celestial sounds, fragrances, lights, sounds, sensations, tastes. All the minds, senses, flowing bubbles congeal so these manifestations of space become minute particles and these subtler …beings. How many? Whirling and swirling, the forms of the universe come into being. At same time, the forms are swirls of light and at the same time, the oceans of space. No distinction between what is space and what is contained in space. No distinction between what is water and what is bubbles, ripples, waves.…so there are minds within minds. You might say less concentrated mantras the size of solar systems and planets--little fetuses. Just as the force of bubbles are drawn from the ripple, ripple from wave, wave from currents, current from tide, tide from whole sea, so also you live. And…being you, the bubble, know that the power of the bubble is only an impetus of the ripple; power of ripple is only infusion from wave; power of wave is only an infusion/incarnation from the ocean of light, space, consciousness. AND all is contained in a single point of light. How many angels, universes? How many time frames?
The first swirls of mind force, first beings, first mahabhutras???? of Brahma, first mind children, first hiranyagarbha who is guru of preceding ones and preceding ones--when these mind swirls choose to be contained/dwell in a body made of congealed light that is called matter, they are called the first rishis, the devas. And if grace so intends, they may become the contents of body vessels. These swirls touch the tiny swirls of our minds like two whirlpools in the sea…the tiny one becoming the disciple, the larger always the guru, having been painted in the light, by light. That touch is our initiation: the mantra that is our mind being drawn into the mantra that is the mind of the mantreshvara, lord of the mantra.
On any given planet, universe, galaxy, all these swirl; yet all remains absolutely STILL. When the myths that are our minds know the nature of the malas???, then it is that the mantra has lead us into Samadhi. Close your eyes and there is no whirl and swirl, and all is contained in that one point of light. These beings of light on this particular planet chose the ancient forests to dwell in and mountains to remind us of their height and grandeur. So think that our minds fail to penetrate this solid light which is also the sea of stillness and serenity which is total knowledge, creativity, will, consciousness, perfection, satiety. These beings manifest themselves as heaps of light, wandering at will. At times they reveal their glimpse and we call that initiation, shakti pada. They send into us streaks of light—like milk from the mother--and with that silence.
When these tejarishis in the history of this one cycle of evolution/dissolution on this particular planet embodied themselves, they became known by the eternal names: Augustya, Buddha, …etc., beings for whom time of embodiment is of no consequence. And they can still be seen wondering around by those whose eyes are still graced by their darshan. Again and again, out of compassion they incarnate--the rishis of the ancient past still being born from mothers’ wombs in our times and wandering the earth, and initiating, and touching…making us into their mind children.
When embodied, a soundless sound becomes word, scriptures, revelation, Vedas. And when we unite with it, we become the yogins. Those who have been initiated by the lineage, let them not forget for one moment this connection of who you are, whose disciple, whose multi-potent magnet has touched your fevered mind. Let us never cease to pay homage to what they have taught. When what they have taught is seen merely as a method/technique, the connection is lost. And they have to come again and again to elevate the teaching/technique, teaching once more into reality. The connection through these heaps of light to the ultimate divine mind which all of it-- with all of its diversities having become manifest in many forms--dwells in that single point, tejobindu.
All this play is happening within, sustained within, to eternity in that pinpoint of light. As you live your days, as you sleep your nights, dwell in that serene, absolutely still pin point of light of immeasurable magnitude. May our gurudeva--one of these great swells that touched our bubbles-- not be disappointed in us that we have turned his teaching into mere method rather than linking , surrendering our little swirls into that of the rishis, the Vedas, the founders of the lineage. Let us remain connected. Dwell in that light. May the lineage of gurudeva bless us all that this vision becomes our reality, and we are freed of our myths and may dwell in this reality.
The world of realities in which we dwell are not a world of realities. These are forms cut out of formless space. The only fabric of space is akasha…empty space. And this may be the universal akasha, the universal space, OR chitta akasha, the space of consc iousnes. There is no other fabric…and all the rest are bubbles and ripples in this fabric—in this vast incredibly vast ocean of light—ocean that is consciousness, ocean that is the mind. On the fabric of the mind, the mind paints with a brush that is the mind, with pastel that is the mind, paints a painting that is the mind, and renames itself the universe. On the fabric of light, light—the being of consciousness—holding a brush of light with pastels that are light, paints a painting and that painting is light. The light paints itself with brush of light on the fabric of light and renames itself the world. And having traversed its own span returns to dwell within the myth that is called “you” You: that notion and fear. You are this reality, also, that expands out into a vast ocean of light in which flow currents of life… all this span of chitta akasha—space of consciousness.
All the ripples and bubbles of life are contained in one pin point of light. All of the spans into which you have awareness (life times) are contained within that bindu. Hence, Brahma Bindu Upanishad, Nada Bindu Upanishad, Tejobindu Upanishad have secret teachings that reveal one pin point: Brahman….that initiate us into that pinpoint that IS all the light that has been, is, shall be. All sounds that… That pinpoint of light contains in itself trillions of everything…dwells by itself in satiety of completeness, perfection….and within it you vibrate! Within that point is contained all potentialities, omnipotence, all shaktis. It remains ever revealed to itself. That revelation becomes grace.
This pinpoint is a treasure of compassion, otherwise known as love. That love is light. Compassion is love and light. And love, light and compassion are grace. Impelled by the power of grace, this pin point of light bursts when it can contain its love no more. It’s bursting stretches out to become cosmic mind, yet the point is not lost. The ocean of space is filled with light—light of consciousness. Reduction in consciousness is called prakrti, matter. This vast mind, filled with consciousness is the golden womb of the universe –hiranyagarbha.
From this pinpoint of glory, all glories diversify in one mind—the universal mind, hiryanagarbha, samadhi chitta, Brahma the creator—contaning all Vedas, all knowledge. Within this ocean of consciousness—kriya shakti, power of creativity, swirls of energy (not reduced yet to prakrti)-- are alive with life force, cit shakti, carrying in it bliss of satiety, nitya.. These are the first beings. These are the manasa bhuties of Brahma—mind children of the mind mother. These we know as formless first beings of light. Filled with light of knowledge, suffused with light of joy, love—sending out and receiving waves of grace. They flow and return within it. These are the Brahma rishis--the first carrying Brahma knowledge. The first maheshvaras. Carrying the megha???? mantras—sound and light within.
The ageless expanse of cosmos: How many are there? Can there be? Mind cosmoses, swirling, flowing containing within the five subtle senses, celestial sounds, fragrances, lights, sounds, sensations, tastes. All the minds, senses, flowing bubbles congeal so these manifestations of space become minute particles and these subtler …beings. How many? Whirling and swirling, the forms of the universe come into being. At same time, the forms are swirls of light and at the same time, the oceans of space. No distinction between what is space and what is contained in space. No distinction between what is water and what is bubbles, ripples, waves.…so there are minds within minds. You might say less concentrated mantras the size of solar systems and planets--little fetuses. Just as the force of bubbles are drawn from the ripple, ripple from wave, wave from currents, current from tide, tide from whole sea, so also you live. And…being you, the bubble, know that the power of the bubble is only an impetus of the ripple; power of ripple is only infusion from wave; power of wave is only an infusion/incarnation from the ocean of light, space, consciousness. AND all is contained in a single point of light. How many angels, universes? How many time frames?
The first swirls of mind force, first beings, first mahabhutras???? of Brahma, first mind children, first hiranyagarbha who is guru of preceding ones and preceding ones--when these mind swirls choose to be contained/dwell in a body made of congealed light that is called matter, they are called the first rishis, the devas. And if grace so intends, they may become the contents of body vessels. These swirls touch the tiny swirls of our minds like two whirlpools in the sea…the tiny one becoming the disciple, the larger always the guru, having been painted in the light, by light. That touch is our initiation: the mantra that is our mind being drawn into the mantra that is the mind of the mantreshvara, lord of the mantra.
On any given planet, universe, galaxy, all these swirl; yet all remains absolutely STILL. When the myths that are our minds know the nature of the malas???, then it is that the mantra has lead us into Samadhi. Close your eyes and there is no whirl and swirl, and all is contained in that one point of light. These beings of light on this particular planet chose the ancient forests to dwell in and mountains to remind us of their height and grandeur. So think that our minds fail to penetrate this solid light which is also the sea of stillness and serenity which is total knowledge, creativity, will, consciousness, perfection, satiety. These beings manifest themselves as heaps of light, wandering at will. At times they reveal their glimpse and we call that initiation, shakti pada. They send into us streaks of light—like milk from the mother--and with that silence.
When these tejarishis in the history of this one cycle of evolution/dissolution on this particular planet embodied themselves, they became known by the eternal names: Augustya, Buddha, …etc., beings for whom time of embodiment is of no consequence. And they can still be seen wondering around by those whose eyes are still graced by their darshan. Again and again, out of compassion they incarnate--the rishis of the ancient past still being born from mothers’ wombs in our times and wandering the earth, and initiating, and touching…making us into their mind children.
When embodied, a soundless sound becomes word, scriptures, revelation, Vedas. And when we unite with it, we become the yogins. Those who have been initiated by the lineage, let them not forget for one moment this connection of who you are, whose disciple, whose multi-potent magnet has touched your fevered mind. Let us never cease to pay homage to what they have taught. When what they have taught is seen merely as a method/technique, the connection is lost. And they have to come again and again to elevate the teaching/technique, teaching once more into reality. The connection through these heaps of light to the ultimate divine mind which all of it-- with all of its diversities having become manifest in many forms--dwells in that single point, tejobindu.
All this play is happening within, sustained within, to eternity in that pinpoint of light. As you live your days, as you sleep your nights, dwell in that serene, absolutely still pin point of light of immeasurable magnitude. May our gurudeva--one of these great swells that touched our bubbles-- not be disappointed in us that we have turned his teaching into mere method rather than linking , surrendering our little swirls into that of the rishis, the Vedas, the founders of the lineage. Let us remain connected. Dwell in that light. May the lineage of gurudeva bless us all that this vision becomes our reality, and we are freed of our myths and may dwell in this reality.
