Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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I finally understood the value of these techniques. Like concentrating on the sound that your breath makes at the back of your throat that kind of sounds like sooo (inhaling) --- hangggg (exhaling). A simple breathing technique, I always thought. But this sound, the mahatma said, is the true meaning of the Word that the bible mentions. The Word that is god. “Every living perfect master teaches same technique but then, I tell you, people turn it into religion and true meaning gets lost. Until next perfect master comes..,” he said, bowing deeply at the picture on the wall showing Maharaj ji wearing the red velvet robe and golden crown of Lord Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita. The second technique he demonstrated to us one by one. I sat with my back straight and legs crossed on the floor. In the half light the mahatma sat in the same posture right in front of me. His knees, covered with pink cotton, touched mine. He smelt a bit sweetish, like incense. He breathed very light, as if hardly there. His dark brown eyes shone. “Close your eyes.” With his index finger he lightly touched my forehead, right where he himself had a red dot. “Concentrate here.” He then put his thumb and middle finger on my closed eyes and pushed them pretty strongly to the place where his index finger was pointing. “What you see” “Light, mahatma ji.” “Good. This is eternal light of creation. Source of all bliss. Meditate on it.” He grabbed my own hand to take over his grip on my eyes and moved on to the next one. 28
After that he taught to listen to the sound of your own body while pressing your thumbs in your ears. The fourth technique was to stretch your tongue to the back of your throat, till it reached behind the uvula. There the true devotee could, after lots of meditation, taste the reward of ‘holy nectar’. The drink of the gods. The food of yogis that meditate for months without food. The source of life for Jesus in the desert. “This is their secret.” We had to practice this twice every day for at least an hour. With a cloth over our head (that’s why all of these beautiful Indian fabrics in the ashram!), because nobody was allowed to see the secret techniques. Together with a life of dedication to the master, “this will bring you eternal happiness.” We then were allowed to kiss his feet and finally go home. Must try to find one of those beautiful cloths tomorrow, I thought, riding my bike. 29
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