Superphysics
An Ancient Yogi Makes Trouble
3 minutes • 624 words
Dadaji is here for his second visit. Again, plenty of people are attending the lectures and learning meditation.
One man, about 50 years old, came to our door, saying:
I saw the sign on your house: Ananda Marga Yoga Society. What does it mean?
He had never heard of yoga. I took a few minutes to explain a little to him, and he immediately wanted to learn.
“I think it’ll be better,” I said, “if you first attend a lecture and read some of our books. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
But this is my only chance. Tomorrow I go out of Jackson for one month. Please leave the risk to me.
Hesitantly, I agreed to schedule a meeting with Dadaji.
Immediately after his initiation he did long meditation—nearly 1 hour.
Then he came to me and said:
I must see Dadaji again.
“I’m sorry, Dadaji’s doing his own meditation now, so you’ll have to wait.”
But I have an appointment; I can’t wait. I’ve got a problem with the meditation.
From the first moment, my meditation was very pleasant. But after some time, a tall bearded Indian dressed in white appeared in my mind. He demonstrated the sitting position of the Indian which was a yoga posture for doing higher meditation.
I was doing meditation on the mantra which I learned from Dadaji. But the Indian man in my mind was loudly repeating a different mantra.
He told me the “different mantra”. It was strange and unknown to me.
A conflict rose in me. I didn’t know which mantra to use.
It created a heavy tension, which was painful.
Finally, I decided that since my meditation had led me to the vision of this Indian man, I should follow him. So I started repeating his mantra. Immediately I felt wonderful, as I’ve never felt before.
Do you agree that I am doing the right thing?
I think you should continue only with the mantra you learned from Dadaji. I believe this vision is coming from your distant past. Perhaps from past lives.
But I’m not sure, so please telephone me tonight, and in the meantime I’ll ask Dadaji.
Dadaji agreed with me. So when the man called, I suggested he continue to follow Dadaji’s instructions only.
Next day.
The man I wrote about yesterday is a traveling salesman who sells equipment to farmers. Tonight he called again saying,
I’m finding the meditation experience too taxing. That Indian yogi still appears every time I sit and loudly chants his mantra. What should I do?
As we already told you, please keep on struggling.
Next day. The salesman called again late tonight.
As usual the yogi entered my meditation this evening. This time, however, it was absolutely hellish.
He applied such a power on me that it seemed unbearable. Somehow I continued with my mantra. Just when I thought I would explode if I continued even one second longer, he exploded!
His clothing, flesh, blood, even bones burst apart in every direction-nothing remained except a bright blissful luminosity. It was beautiful beyond words. I felt that all my worries and fears were gone. Did I merge in God?
Two weeks later.
The salesman called me again.
I feel guided. Almost every farm I go to I find either the husband or the wife is particularly interested in meditation. And so I teach him or her the universal mantra 12 . Is it okay?
“It’s more than okay,” I said. “It’s perfect.”
Now I understand why this man had such difficulties in his meditation—to strengthen his mind for the work of reaching these farmers who would otherwise never come in contact with Ananda Marga.
