Returning to Goloka

that afternoon on the same first sutra and here came the prakriti wave again!
Another repeat of the first time, identical in every aspect, the waveform was
exactly like before, same colors, same vibration, same timeless Bliss that
seemed to go on forever in the 90% part of me while the 10% part was again
amazed.
In those days we practiced samyama on less than 20 sutras and so the
practice continued for about 20 minutes. Each sutra responded in a
completely unique manner, yet in the same way: there was the same
unbounded knowing Bliss with an 8-fold prakriti waveform that I could
investigate for unlimited time with that 90% part of me and the 10% part
would just become more and more amazed at how effortlessly I was sitting in
an erect posture, how my timing was impeccable, how I knew exactly which
sutra was next and how many times I had performed samyama on previous
sutras, and there was a full, glorious memory of every detail that I had
witnessed.
So that everyone in the dome could begin the last sutra in unison, that
was the so-called “flying sutra,” someone would ring a bell in the silence. It
was a very small bell whose ring would probably go unnoticed if it wasn't for
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