A SPIRITUAL DEJA VU
There was gold everywhere. Gold in the mountains, gold in the valley, gold in the sky. It was a golden luminosity basking in its own unending lustre. When Sati opened Her eyes, a golden sun was at Her window. She was in the palace.
She remembered everything that Rishi Vashishta had taught Her. She remembered every detail, till She came to the part when She repeated the mystic mantra ‘SO HUNG’ after him the third time. Sati went into the same trance as She had in the cave.
And then She awoke again to see a gold shimmering dawn.
This happened three times before She knew She had reached Samadhi.
A spiritual déjà vu.
And She saw Her own hair raised in the ultimate arousal- The arousal of one’s own Self.
She remembered the fabulously mystic teaching Vashishta had given Her about the self, the Generatrix:
“The Self is an amazing thing: One disappears as soon as one contacts it; the disappearing is the meeting. ”
“Ah yes, Gurudeva,” She sighed. “I have disappeared even though I am back in the palace…”
The moment She opened Her eyes from the vivid dreamality, She thought of Shiva.
Suddenly, Sati knew the whole purpose of Her life.
The thought of Shiva penetrated Sati like an arrow ,and She actually felt Her heart flutter, like a well-gotten target. She had never seen an image of Him, but suddenly, there He was, right in front of Her,dancing on mountain skylines, long-haired and well muscled; a mesmerising figure that seemed to rivet the earth with the sky.
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