Why are we restless? Why are you worried all the time? What are your problems? Can I help solve your problems through my experiences with meditation and Dhyan. This is the summary of all my Adhyatmika understanding that I went through over the last 2-3 years.
1. When I close my eyes, I see. When I open my eyes, I turn blind.
How easy is to turn blind? How difficult is to close eyes willfully.
Dhyana, I am doing it since 8th grade. In my childhood, this was a tool for reducing my sleep. It did help but then, Body has its limits.
But, then slowly, Dhyana opened itself for me. Now, when anyone talks to me about Spirituality, I feel what they lack is Dhyana. Today, no one I know is a Dhyani. Not my Friend Nitesh, not my grandfather, Not the Ayodhya Saint that comes to visit our house from time to time. I see in their eyes. It is sad but it is true that My grandfather wasted his life at the rate of 4-5 hours per day for last 50 years. He got nothing but a spiritual way of increasing his dopamine, releasing his adrenaline, reducing his endorphins, etc. In 50 years, A man can turn into Buddha, if he closes his eyes to the world daily.
They find excuses. They keep telling themselves lies. Daaji, my grandfather, envies me because I do not lose my calm even in the worst circumstances. It is jealousy in his eyes that I see. It is normal. He could have got the calm till now, if he just stops making excuses and just sat down 15 minutes a day closing his eyes. But he did not. For him, religion is the same as politics. It is a matter of ego fight. Hindu identity, Hindu rituals, to convince his family members that he is the most spiritual man in the family. Sadly, he knows that he lost. He looks at me like a poor man looks at a rich man. He wonders from where my Calm came. I was never this quiet and calm guy. He convinces himself by giving excuses. He says, He is into Bhakti. He says, He has worldly worries. He says, People make him angry. He blames his elders, his sons, many people. He does everything but never sits down to meditate. This man will take another few births before he realizes that he is wasting his time on Earth.
People make excuses. Nitesh says he is into Love. What love? What can you do? Whatever you will do will be wrong. Because you are wrong. I used to give myself these excuses when I started running away from meditation in my graduation. You cannot love. Whatever you do is not love. Only a Dhyani can love. Now, this is another thing, if you make your own definitions so that you fit it that paradigm and call yourself into Bhakti or Prem Marg, this is your choice. But this will not defy the truth.
Unless you close your eyes, and do not let yourself empty of the world, you cannot love. You have to empty yourself from the animalistic instincts. You will have to find that source of consciousness where you can sit and then see the world burn.
2. The world is burning; it is all in flames.
3. Unless you learn how to walk on fire, unless you learn how to sit on a burning corpse, like Prahlada,
4. unless you force yourself to get bored and sit with your eyes closed, you will burn in the flames of the world.
5. That is all there is to Hell. World is hell for those who do have the skill to be Prahlada.
The saints I meet are pretending. Yesterday I met a saint. He came for lunch. I try not to meet these people because they are the most pretending, non-quiet people I know. Look at a Saint's eyes. His eyes keep running. They never are focused. It is eyes of a deer, which constantly is in fear that a lion would hunt her down. What is there for a saint to worry? Why is he so defensive? A saint should be as radical as Gandhi, if not more. He should be ready to die any instant. What is there to live for? Lunch? reputation? Money? If these are your answers, are you even a saint?
"Tumhare Sant dare hue, Tumhare maa baap ghabraaye hue, Tumhare dost chintit!".
Kya yahi hasr tumhara nahi hota? Ho sakta tha, maine waqt rehte aankh band kar li!"
Aankh band lena sabse bada sukh hai. There is no bigger pleasure than to be able to close your eyes. The problem is people try to make sense of it before trying it. They think, "What can simply close your eyes do? Will my problems vanish? Will my worries go? Will my sadness go? The world will still burn, right? Politicians will be still corrupt. I will still have to work hard. Then Why do I fucking sit down and meditate!".
The answer to this is, just do. No justifications. No explanations. Unless you do it, you will not know how it solves your problems.
Buddha closed his eyes on time. So, did I. So, can you. Neither Buddha was special in anyways, nor am I. The only one special here is you who think you can survive without closing your eyes. Close your eyes and accept your ordinariness. Rest in the extra-ordinary ordinariness.
6. Samajhdaar hone tak karo Dhyan, Pagal hone tak karo dhyan.
7. Agar pagal ho, toh tab tak karo, jab tak samajhdaar na ho jaao, agar samajhdaar ho, tab bhi tab tak karo, jab tak pagal na ho jaao.
8. Samajh wahi jo pagal kar de, Pagalpan wahi, jo samajdari de
9. Samajhdaari ke had tak pagalpan, Pagalpan ki had tak samajhdaari.
Your notions of sanity and insanity are part of the problem. You think closing eyes and sitting for 10 minutes is a fool's task, a mad man's task. You think you are smarter than everyone else. You are insane. Nietzsche says, "...And then those who were seen dancing were considered insane by those who cannot hear the music". You cannot hear the music of silence. You have forgotten your baseline voice. You became mute. Gunga. You cannot speak the language of silence. and still, you are in the delusion that you are smarter than those trying to gain their voice of silence back? You are the most desperate for peace, happiness, calm and yet you are the last person to understand that these things are derived through closing your eyes.
You want to debate a Dhyani and beat him. The Dhyani will smile and go away. But your heart will keep racing till the night. Dhyani knows your problem. That is what he is trying to tell you. Stop talking and close your eyes. But you, smartass, find your ego satisfied beating the Sannyasi in a Battle of words. But you lost in the battle of silence. He won the moment he let you speak, and he silenced himself.
Look at the calm face of the Sannyasi. His pure, unwandering eyes, his innocent energy playing with your passionate out of control rage. He is calling you, come back home. Listen to your breath, it is racing. You put so much energy into proving that you are the smartest. If you have put by tenth of the energy into closing your eyes, you would have been in peace.
10. Dhyan laga lo...Phir chori karo, Daka dalo, Pyar karo, Sambhog karo...Paise ke peeche bhaago, jo karna hai karo re....lekin dhyan toh karle Bhai...
This is my last sermon. Dhyan Karlo bhai. Has ke karlo toh badhiya, nahi toh ro ke karna padega. Ro toh ab bhi rahe ho bhai. Din raat rote ho. Naukari nahi lagti, Ladki nahi milti, Parents khush nahi rehte, Shaanti nahi rehti.
Tumko ye samajhna kyun zaruri hai, ki dhyan se kaise theek hoga? Jaane do, kuch mere bolne par hi kar lo. Bina logic jaane. Kabhi toh kuch illogical bhi karlo.
Irrational toh tum ho hi. Pahli rational cheez karlo. Faltu ke debate mein ulajh gaye tum, Tumhari shaanti chodd di bhai duniya me. Gaand maar li bhai, tumhari shanti ki duniya ne.
Lekin, into pant khol ke di kisne apni gaand? Tumne di! Tum hi apni shaanti, apne aanand ke bhadwe ban gaye bhai.
Abhi bhi waqt hai! Dhyan karo. Aankh band karo. Aur dekhna shuru karo apne vichaar. Shuru mein dar lagey, toh dekho apni saansein. Phir focus vicharon par. Vichar aane do. Unse mat lado. Unko roko mat.
Ek din wo ruk jayenge. Tum aazaad ho jaoge. Uss din samajhoge, ki kaise Naukri lagti hai Dhyan se. Kaise ladki milti hai dhyan se.
kaise parents khush rehte hain Dhyan se. Kaise zindagi jeeya jaata hai? dhyan se.
11. Dhyan se hai Shristi, Dhyan se hai Shristi, Dhyan se hai Shakti, Dhyan se hai Bhakti. Dhyan se hai prem, Dhyan se hai Sab. Dhyan se hai rab. Dhyan se hai jag. Dhyan se hai duniya. Dhyan se ho tum!
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