TANTRIC-QUEST-Encounter-with-Absolute-Love

During these wonderful days, I experienced the life ofthe yogi, which wasn't anything like our austere stereotypeof it. Still, at the same time, this joy, this freedom, thisspontaneity found its source precisely in austerity, solitude,and the fiercest determination. Our levity and freedom fromcare, our grace and perfect integration into space were akind of manifestation of the divine running through us. Ifelt it as a rosy perfume scenting our open consciousness.These peaceful days were also days of dialogue, which Itook advantage of by asking all the questions close to myheart. During the whole first part of my sadhana, I hadbeen obsessed by the body of that man found drowned inthe river. All sorts of crazy ideas had gone through my head,ranging from the ritual murder formerly practiced by certainTantric sects to an accident taking place during one ofthe tests, like the one on the cliff. I had also thought of apanicked flight in the depths of the night, knowing howterrifying Devi could be. I asked her the question directly:"Are there still human sacrifices in some Tantric rites?""Human sacrifice is constant. Men sacrifice themselvesby not realizing their absolute nature.""And ritual murders?""I've never seen any. Those are ancient practices.""What about the death of the man they found in theriver?""I don't know. I've never heard about it.""They told me this story in the village, and I imaginedthat he fell off the edge of the cliff during a test.""The test of the cliff corresponded to a fear that you hadto vanquish. Everyone is different; each test is different.There's nothing systematic in the sadhana. Everything147