Today Robin Easton wrote about an amazing experience she had some time ago. And it immediately brought to mind something I had read In Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda. The two reports have some interesting similarities. And so I report them to you.
This book saved my life. I recommend it to anyone who is in need of help. And I feel very privileged to know Robin. Her friendship has made all the efforts put into blogging worthwhile and then some. Here is what she wrote . . .
And here is the writing of Paramahansa Yogananda, a great saint and avatar.
“In 1915, shortly after I had entered the Swami Order, I witnessed a
vision of violent contrasts. In it the relativity of human
consciousness was vividly established; I clearly perceived the unity of
the Eternal Light behind the painful dualities of maya. The vision
descended on me as I sat one morning in my little attic room in
Father’s Gurpar Road home. For months World War I had been raging in
Europe; I reflected sadly on the vast toll of death. As I closed my eyes in meditation, my consciousness was suddenly transferred to the body of a captain in command of a battleship. The thunder of guns split the air as shots were exchanged between shore batteries and
the ship’s cannons. A huge shell hit the powder magazine and tore my
ship asunder. I jumped into the water, together with the few sailors
who had survived the explosion. Heart pounding, I reached the
shore safely. But alas! a stray bullet ended its furious flight in my
chest. I fell groaning to the ground. My whole body was paralyzed, yet
I was aware of possessing it as one is conscious of a leg gone to
sleep. “At last the mysterious footstep of Death has caught up
with me,” I thought. With a final sigh, I was about to sink into
unconsciousness when lo! I found myself seated in the lotus posture in
my Gurpar Road room. Hysterical tears poured forth as I
joyfully stroked and pinched my regained possession-a body free from
any bullet hole in the breast. I rocked to and fro, inhaling and
exhaling to assure myself that I was alive. Amidst these
self-congratulations, again I found my consciousness transferred to the
captain’s dead body by the gory shore. Utter confusion of mind came
upon me. “Lord,” I prayed, “am I dead or alive?” A dazzling play of light filled the whole horizon. A soft rumbling vibration formed itself into words: “What
has life or death to do with Light? In the image of My Light I have
made you. The relativities of life and death belong to the cosmic
dream. Behold your dreamless being! Awake, my child, awake!””
How amazing are these two accounts? Keep your eyes and ears open. You never know who may arrive on your doorstep. And you will want to be prepared to invite them in.