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ચિ. સૌ. છાયાની ૪૯ મી વર્ષગાંઠ નીમિતે/मनवा ! क्यों नहीं श्याम समाया?Nādies – Ida and Pingalā – the subtle nerves

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ચિ. સૌ. છાયાની ૪૯ મી વર્ષગાંઠ નીમિતે અંતરની શુભેચ્છાઓ

તથા નિરામય દીર્ઘ આયુષ્ય અને આંતર જગતના

ઉચ્ચતમ સોપાન માટે પ્રભૂ પ્રાર્થના

मनवा ! क्यों नहीं श्याम समाया?
माया , रति , धन , कीर्ति कमाया
फिर भी न शांति पाया ! … मनवा ! क्यों नहीं …
नाच नाच, मन ! कहां तक झूमे ?
दो दिनका सब बसै जमेला ;
फिर जब आख़िर समो पुकारे
तब बस तेरा रैन-बसेरा ! … मनवा ! क्यों नहीं …
कुछ नहीं , मित ! सब सपन सुहाना !
छोड़ !  चली पिय-मिलन की बेला ;
आज अगर तू देख न जागा ,
कलका फिर नहीं   कोई ठिकाना ! …मनवा ! क्यों नहीं …
सोच न कलकी ; ऊठ चल आगे ,
बीत रही है बेल , बावरे !
भूल न ,  ‘ग़र घड़ी बीत चलेगी ,
हाथ रहै ना कोई किनारा ! … मनवा ! क्यों नहीं …
जब जब सोया , रहं भरमाया ,
टूट रहा सब तेरा खेला ;
जाग पियारे ! पियु पुकारे ;

बीत चली पिय-मिलनकी बेला ! .. मनवा ! क्यों नहीं …“Was I lost somewhere? Was I in search of something? I found myself in a dilemma as to what I shoud do. … What need I do? And there appeared a couple of guards who, seeming to understand my quandary, put some sort of a mini-box in my hand, saying, ‘Have this and use it.’ I was all the more puzzled. Failing to understand what they wanted me to do, I kept staring at the small box. ‘Why, Don’t you understand this much even? This is a phone. Use it; speak.’ But who was I expected to talk to? And completely baffled, I kept staring at those sentinels while keeping the box at my ears and thinking as to what I should say. The sentry, with quite an amiable smile, showed a sign of satisfaction at this, and the very next moment there appeared some persons with a briefcase. They took some bundles out of the briefcase and extending them towards me they said, ‘That’s yours. Count it, please. Is everything in order?’ I saw millions of dollars right at my feet and I well knew that whatever I had lost was recovered with interest compounded thereon. The next moment, those persons departed with a deep feeling of satisfaction, thinking, whatever I had received was what I really did deserve. … 

“The next instant I saw myself advancing towards a vast, but old building, when I heard someone saying, “No, not there. You don’t have to go there now; come here. Henceforth you have to come here only.’ And I visualized that the building referred to was a vast, newly built temple. Forgetting that old building, I started climbing the temple stairs with utmost care. The beauteously appealing marble stairs were still kept well-covered by some sheets of cloth. They did not seem to have yet been used. Taking care not to fall down by allowing my feet be wrapped in the sheet, I cautiously started climbing the stairs, reached the extremely clean open terrace made of pure transparent marble and started advancing speedily forward. Right in the midst of that terrace was a deposit of some sort of sparkling liquid, extremely sticky and disgusting. The liquid was so sticky and slippery that if not watchful, one would easily fall down. I was on the point of stepping on that shiny, filthy looking fluid. However, getting alerted, I moved past it and reached a clean, smooth area covered by beautifully shining marble tiles. I suddenly found myself standing on a wonderfully carved marble staircase adorned by magnificently engraved arches made of superb marble. The whole stairway was moving upward, taking me inside it. But it was not possible for me to leave it because of the winding staircase with its banisters turning in reverse direction, preventing me from making myself free from that spiral twist of the banisters. Oh, how would I be able to get away from it? I was greatly confused. Meanwhile, the opposite frames taking a spiral movement arranged themselves in such a way that an opening was created, allowing me an easy outlet. For a while I felt that I had got lost in that turning and twisting stairway frame; but that was
just for a while. The very next moment I found myself perfectly free and proceeding forward on a straight highway.” There ended my dream.

What an amazing dream! Who were those two sentries? Who could they be who brought me all that wealth? What was it that I had lost and possessed again with interest thereon? It had nothing to do with money, certainly not. One straight answer to this entire query was the contentment for my having received that which I had lost. All this was a play of the intrinsic subtle. On the corporeal level, I was what I had been. But the other part of the dream touched the more subtle, and hence was resplendent with mystic significance. The new structure and that too not that of the so far viewed school building, but of a temple, and the call to enter something new and fresh, leaving aside the old, seemed to be highly invigorating. Then, those covered steps still left unused, and the dire necessity to cross them with utmost care so as not to fall down ! Well, what did that hint at?  And again, despite all this care and concern, that lingering possibility to skid in that sticky, filthy glimmer – what was all that suggestive of? Every single phase of the dream kept on telling me that I had crossed a particular bound, which certainly was highly elevating. But I still had to step my path with constant care and wakefulness. A very distinct message had been conveyed by this dream that pointed to my future course. … Then comes my upward move on that circular staircase which almost holds me a captive until I come to realize that the two railings were circulating in opposite directions with a spiral move, which ultimately formed an opening allowing me an outlet. I could understand the significance of the newly erracted temple, the stairway taking me up above, and all that. But what were those spiraling banisters suggestive of? It was after quite a time that I could get a reasonable solution to it. That spiral movement pertains to two things in our body. The first one concerns the two Nādies – Ida and Pingalā – the subtle nerves, which go in a spiral move taking twists around the Chakrās/Padmās – subtle energy centers. The other one is the spirally twirling DNA, the building blocks of life. The staircase frame in the temple was twirling the same way as the Kūndalini and the DNA do, a phenomena that opened up the passage for me to free myself from captivity.


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