Yoga Strength

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Heart Happy and Judi, There is no need to judge the writings of anyone in this newsgroup.  Those looking to find answers to quesions about yoga are also looking at those who practice yoga on and off the mat.  If there is something written that we do not agree with, then with the intention of an offering words can be said or written.  Let’s celebrate our commitment to the yogic way of life by positively sharing our experiences with others.  Jai Bhagwan. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Ok Michael Martin, I’m calling you Buckwheat for now, but here’s your chance.  Instead of spouting others writings of their own personal experiences, how about stepping up to the plate yourself and telling us something of your own personal experience, how you came to be enlightened? I’ve told my story all over these boards.   Your turn! Put up or shut up! Judi

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Ok Michael Martin, I’m calling you Buckwheat for now, but here’s your chance.  Instead of spouting others writings of their own personal experiences, how about stepping up to the plate yourself and telling us something of your own personal experience, how you came to be enlightened? I’ve told my story all over these boards.   Your turn! Put up or shut up! Judi

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Dear Brothers and Sisters, I’m writing verses from Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, out of Leaves of Grass.      The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me….he      complains of my gab and my loitering.      I too am not a bit tamed….I too am untranslatable,      I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.      The last scud of day holds back for me,      It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the      shadowed wilds,      It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.      I depart as air….I shake my white locks at the runaway      sun,      I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.      I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,      If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.      You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,      But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,      And filter and fibre your blood.      Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,      Missing me one place search another,      I stop some where waiting for you. Walt Whitman, the perfect mystic adept, has written this from the point of view of a Saint, and also, the point of view of the Lord. He wrote that he was untranslatable.  He was as untranslatable as the Father, himself.  As the Father, he came to earth, took the human form and was giving the teachings over the roofs of the world.  To us it may appear as barbaric yawp, because he was untranslatable.  He came from beyond the intellect, that is why we have difficulty understanding the highest mystic teachings. He knew, as all Masters do that his life would be coming to an end. Actually, he lived some thirty-seven years after this was written,  but Saints are always thinking about when they will finish their assigned task, and go back to the Father. His references to the vapor and the dusk were actually about the highest stage, known as Radha Soami Anami Desh, but he has written it in such a way, that no one, save another mystic, would know that he did not mean the worldly vapor and dusk.  He wrote that he was a true Master in this world, which he has called, shadowed wilds.  His likeness like all the rest of the Saints, came from the Father, and it merges back into the Father. He wrote that he departed as air.  This means, he was a spirit, and his real form was the Holy Spirit, or the Shabda.  He wrote that his physical body would go back to nature. He wrote, that we still won’t know him.  Nobody can know a Saint, unless he also goes to Sach Khand.  He will still look out after his disciples, even when he is no more in the flesh, but in the form of the Holy Spirit or Shabda.  He will sustain us and give us whatever we need, that is what he meant by filter and fibre your blood. He encourages all to keep doing their meditation, and eventually we can realize the Lord.  Sometimes the Masters seem to be playing hide and seek with us, because they want us to rise up stage by stage back to the Father. All Masters give us the same mystic teachings.  You can call it Surat Shabd Yoga, or you can call it Mysticism; it hardly makes any difference. We have to follow the same path to get back to the Father.  We have to cross the same spiritual stages to get back to him. Those interested in learning about this Path of the Masters may write me. Best Wishes, Michael Martin

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