The afterglow of Friday’s experience continues to return and remain longer than the aftermath of any experience I’ve had. Love wafts me aloft and then a stray thought enters and down I come again. And then it wafts me aloft again.
I’m reminded of the Buddha’s experience, which is so informative.
By the time he left the ashram to wander alone in the forest, he’d attained Seventh-Chakra enlightenment or Brahmajnana. But he noticed that there was still movement in the mind and no one could advise him on how to take things the rest of the way.
He tried the path of the ascetic for, I think, six years until he was emaciated. But still he could not dissipate the movement in his mind.
Then one day as he sat pondering what to do next, he heard a music teacher speaking to a student playing the vina. The teacher said, “The string mustn’t be too tight or too loose. Too tight and it will break. Too loose and it won’t play.”
The Buddha heard in this a summons, to what he came to call the Middle Way. He heard encouragement to simply sit in the middle in every respect and be with each movement in the mind in the manner that Vipassana teaches. He remained in the center, in the area of the heart and just observed the rise, persistence and passing of thoughts.
He touched each vritti or wave in the mind with his awareness until it dissipated and was at last left with a quiet mind.
He achieved the aim and end of his journey.
The movement of love is not a vritti in the mind. There is movement in the One, the movement of love and bliss, but no mental or physical movement.
Unlike the Buddha, who sat for meditation 2,500 years ago, we have the benefit of the Light sent by the highest orders of beings for our upliftment at this time of Ascension.
I don’t think I’ll be permitted to experience anything decisive. I need to remain on purpose, on mission and I’ve been told that all experiences will be transient.. But as close as I can come to a quiet mind is what I’m aiming for.
With each conscious in-breath, the love comes in, I know not from where. And with each conscious out-breath, I lower the bucket again and draw up more love.