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The Secret Science of Divining(i)

Come with me, I shall revealthe secret of diviningour ancestors knew.

I shall take you to the hallowed spotswhere stand pyramids and astrofieldsto show you the rim of the cosmic orbwhere existed an observatory for all space.

These hieroglyphs tell of a lost civilizationof those who could commune through signs,masters of geometric anagrams and schemes.

No thinking pigmieslike the jet-set, computer-brained, robots,no automatons sans feeling or emotion,who worship only the machine.

The aborigines possess to this daythe knowledge of invisible paths;locked in their secret sciencethe treasury of ancient wisdom.

No unfeeling savagesbut visionary beingswho knew where to buildthe great pyramids.

Who knew the unified fieldof quadrangles and trianglesthat form the invisible gridencircling the globe.

Who knew well the movementsof prevailing winds,of cosmo-oceanic currents,of hidden forces of the cosmos.

Who knew the spots of magnetic powerto locate the precise spotsfor the countless megalithic structuresto predict the rising and setting of the sun;made the magnetic field retain the sunstonesin the ordained positions.

Who had the ability to communewith beings from far-off constellationswe are still struggling to find.

Many a mysterious sign on the groundbe it a bridge over the seaor an airfieldor the markings of Nasca-tell of the intelligencebehind the perfect architectural planof astroportsfor visitors from outer spaceto land to consummatean unknown mission.

The mystery of Ande lines toopoints to the invisible handof the unknown denizensfrom far-aff galaxies.

(ii)

Ancient men possessedthe unerring intuitionto locate the spotsfor their minarets and pagodas,their circles and parabolas.

They had the innate abilityto catch supranatural frequenciesa power modern man has lost.Sensate values have taken a tolla sure sign of man’s fall.

Knew that from coarse eroticato archetypal myths,from  racial memory-roots of aboriginesto the consciousness of superman,dreams span the legendary lore.

We sleep to dream,we dream to sleeptill we are shakenby a knock at the door.

We shuttle from bliss to horrorbreaking the sequence of space-time,hourly undergo a sea change.

We leave the corporeal frameto travel by the astral pathways.After a spell of relaxation,go to sleep again.

Many a time have I dreamtin a wakeful state,seen and thought three-dimensionally,oblivious of my fourth dimension,the basis of all creativitythat guides the artist’s insight,lets him see the hidden beautyin the darkest night.

Sleep is a relaxationa state of receptive passivity,for paranormal communication,for entering a trance.

I climb the chestnut,become the tree,stand with my peers,proud of my ancestry.

Oblivious of the hallowed pastthat gave meaning to my thoughts,beneath the banyan I lie.My roots go back in time,I recollect each onewho stood there.

I become the wood,bound to every one ,stretching my arms in every direction.

I understand the heartof cyclones and storms,of creativity and creation,in my soul’s calm.

Travel from trunk downardsfar away in space-time,in my crystal costumeI become all that I see.

Breathing the air of new skieshopping from sphere to sphere,buffeted by electromagnetic waves,I crossmany a sound barrier,many a starlit dome,winging from the earthly roofto my celestial home.

there I meet my father,my father’s fatherand onto the Father.

In His lap I rest a whileto take my place with the pole-starto guide the stranded.

Go back hometo know the sourceI strayed fromto live my mortal destiny.

(v)In my trances,in nine circles of the moonI unrolled the scrollof my previous lives.

I re-lived the crucial rolesof my previous births,having a bearing on my present,as if I were acting in a film.

Till my thirties I was a witnessto disjointed episodesfrom my previous livesreflected on a screen.

Suddenly, in early thirties,a strange dispassion entered my being:I started shunning all menretreating to lonely spotsfor meditations deep and longtill I was summoned to shirdiby a celestial call.

There I met  a realized soulwho transferred the yogic powersto create and uncreate at will,to see beyond space-time,to commune with spirits divine,to hear the first sermonsof ancient saints and divinesin their original tongues.

My precognition in that statewas marked by precision,my prophecies were fulfilled,I was the star of the great.

I heard  Christ’s golden sermonin his own sonorous voicein a language alien to my ear;its music haunts.

I was rousedfrom the sleep of ignoranceto tread the seeker’s pathplayed in my previous births.

Dattatreya and SaiGurcharan and GolakZen patriarchs and Babajiwrapped in effulgence,entered my inmost being;I was filled with translucent light.

They awakened me to my mission,conferred the mystic sightto bear the godly light,to carry the cross of human woes.

From the meshes of worldliness freed,longing to walk by His lightmaking it burn into a steady slame,in my dark cavern I dwell.

Hear the callto join my voiceto the choir of God.

I sing of the faith,of the earth as one family,of unity permeating all,of  service as love made visible:the destination of every man,of soul’s deliverance,of its merger with the One,the source supreme.

(vi)

Ecstasy is a gateway to eternalfrom the void of oblivionto eternities of memory.It is an invitationto life divine.

The sages of yorewho sing philosophies to redeem,prophet, poet and philosopher, rolled in one,to them I look for inspiration.

Science has to be a hymn to the Creator,no more a preserve of godless menor it will become a deviceheaping untold miseries upon men.

Reason and spirit interacting mouldthe force of personalitythat ordains the route mankind will takewhen the spirit is caught in a fix.

” To be or not be” is not a questionconfined to a mythical personbut the haunting obsession of every epochin search of a breakthrough.

No forecast is possible in reverse,neither about the past nor the future.History is a graveyard of all prophecies,of all ” ifs” and ” buts”.

Spirituality is the last retreatfor science and religion to meet;when clash of creeds alarms,realization has to drawn.

The savage and the scientist sharethe same substratum of intelligence,the same gene,yet in the chain of natural progressionsavage remains the archetypal man.

Psychokinesis and clairvoyancebelong to every manin psychic reservoir locked.

What you need is the right intelligenceto attune yourselfto the unified fieldof human awareness,encircling the universe,hissing for recognition.

I travelled to distant lands,unknown to my physical mind,in contemplation firm-fixedyet moving faster than light.

A mental falcon following,retaining the memory of things I see,of the sights and soundsthat lapped around me;reviving the ability or remote -seeing,natural to every one.

I have experienced levitation,materialized out of thin airsultanas and sacred ash.Also, solid balls out of nothing,and let them fall to the groundwithout bouncing or making a sound.Twisted metal spans and knives,made eerie signs.Pulled out fires from the walls,saw flowerpots hanging in midair,automatic writing on a clean slate,a shadowy presence in the room.

(vii)

What we do in this lifedetermines what we gainin the next.

Good or evil we doforsakes us noton our journey to the unknown,neither in the course of flightnor on reaching the destination.

What we are, we shall be,all determined by our deeds.The universe is not a game of dicebut a mathematical paradigm.

Each and every step of the designsquares well with the pattern of the theorem.Everything depends on our actions.Karma and reincarnationsmonitor the cosmic mechanism.

Cryptompesia explainsthe truth of transmigration,our turning away from the sun,our striving for salvation,an integral aspects of total organismthat inheres in the cosmic unconscious:the extension of microcosmic self.

We cannot explainthe totality of the human personby physio-neurology alone,the truth lies in prenatal existence.

Many a timemeeting a person,passing through a situation,or reading some piece,the sensation of ” already seen”haunts usas if our double had been to the placeand had met the person.

(viii)

Stuck by weightlessnessI levitate in space in a state of trance.

In my upward glide swill,turning in air itself,into the tunnel,cross the little  hill,to arrive where my father sleeps.

I too shall sleep thereafter I shuffle off my worn-out coil,cut the umbilical cord that joinsthe causal to the mental-physical sheath,all over the globe to fly.

I follow the music,cross the astral paths,the sun and the moon,cross the river of mortalityneedling my way through invisible tunnels,through inaccessible mountain passesdotted by sunspots and black shadows,well-marked by ethereal poles.

Out-of-the-body experience is not the sameas the fact of being out of the bodybut an altered state of consciousness.

(ix)

The spirit never dies,in various incarnations it survivesdrinking the bliss sip by siptill we attain nirvana.

I know reincarnation to be a factfro sage Bhrigu unfolds the scrollof my previous birthsspanning many aeons.

In one birth I was King Yayati,the ancestor of the solar race.I carry with me Brighu’s cursefor my infidelityto Devayani,daughter of the mighty sage.

She criedfor restoration of her conjugal rights,for her son’s succession to the throne,brought upon my headdecrepitude too soonand a straw bed.

Twenty-nine births from the present oneI was the sage Madanand livedin the Hemkund mountainsabsorbed in Sat Chit Anand.

In my last birthwas I a scholar-sainthonoured by courts and kings.

In this life reborn to the onewho was no God-manbut true man of God,free from the taint of worldliness.The Jiwan Mukta, by Brighu proclaimed,the liberated while livingand not to be born again.

Father bade me stopthe out-of-body journeysto confine myselfto ordained duties and affections,to quicken the liberation of man,to imbibe earth consciousness,to make earth-citizens,to re-live the religion of man.

Father touched me by chance,instantly I went into a trance:neither a sleep nor a dream was itbut the light of bliss.

Through many a secret pathwayI travelled to unreachable realmsshortening distancesof many million light years.

Suddenly I see something flickerwith a pair of eye-glassesin a far-off gloom,my sense of discernment returns.

I retrace my steps ;a black dog,tucking at my knees,coaxes me home.

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