When I visited the beautiful Neem Karoli Baba Ashram in Kainchi, I sat everyday and meditated by Maharaji’s tucket. The powerful vibrations of this area of the ashram were immense and I was deeply attracted to this spot where Maharaji used to sit. As the rest of our members walked towards the exit to leave the Ashram on our final day, I sat for a few moments in a deep, peaceful, silence. I was leaving Kainchi and this was my way of saying goodbye, this wooden tucket with Maharaji’s blanket placed upon it was like the most important place in the world. I bowed down, with my head on the floor, then without thinking I kissed the bottom of the leg of the tucket. As soon as I did this I burst into tears, my heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour, and I was experiencing the most intense feeling of love. I could sense that people were walking behind me, carrying on with their daily activities, but it didn’t matter at all. I was not there, I was aware, but I transcended my mind, ego, anything that cared was gone. I was in love. I had just experienced the most profound bliss, this was drinking the beautiful water of the manas lake. As I walked towards the others who were standing outside the Ashram gates I was still trying to fathom what had just happened, my heart was still beating fast as I listened to them talk.
52. There are those who will get close to the lake through tremendous personal endeavour, but often the pride of this personal achievement often numbs, them into not taking a dip in the precious lake of the manas, he leaves without even taking a sip of this holy water. But the honest aspirant, with the kind grace of Shri Rama immerses himself in the lake, reverently washing away all of the suffering in the world, achieving freedom. A true immersion in this lake will change a person forever, they will take this water wherever they go, never quitting it. May the pure beings who immerse themselves in this holy lake be surrounded by good people in satsang. Having purified all our endeavours by washing away all that is impure, my heart is flooded with unconditional love, the waves of tears that pour fourth from my face are like a torrential downpour of bliss from the supreme spirit. What to speak of poetry, or music, or arts, I seek only to carry a pot of Shri Rama’s water of which the entire world will be filled with bliss.
Jai Shri Rama!
Tuesday 14th July 2015
Ramacharitmanas 52. Experiencing Bliss