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Originally posted by Katrine

I was very moved by the alive drawing....thank you nandhi for sharing the creativeness flowing from you.....
Looking at the picture.....it explained something that I have pondered......I see that there is no flame from the heart in that picture.....but from the hands....and from the belly.....it is like a message of compassion.....compassionate hands that are willing to take action being moved by the flame.....this allows much more flaming...(sorry for not finding the right words in English )

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Nandhi? Can I ask you.....what is the connection between the belly and the heart and the Ajna? It seems here that Ajna is Vision.....heart is Knowing (the substance in the cavity behind the breat bone feels...this is how it knows)..and belly is.......Being...the power to create??

Before receiving and giving healings....the hands "turn themselves on" ....this is how i know that a healing is called for....they just start buzzing.....and they also "turn themselves off" spontaneously....
When the hands were activated 12 years ago....after the first 7 days where they were constantly buzzing.....they would buzz whenever I felt joy or love....this is how it started....

So hands express heart.....?

Hands IS heart

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the ancient presence each breathless breath that we are.

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Originally posted by anandatandava

I'm still polishing the logistics of postings, so speak blindly. From what I'm told, though, I think people are being too kind. There is a problem in my nature which I must disclose, one that hampers communication. To explain; I am a rather extreme spiritual ecstatic, and my path is tipped heavily in that direction. I'ts understandable, where everything began in a profound near death vision of Shivas Dance of Bliss, (explaining the name Anandadantava). All I saw, all I felt... a story for another day, but I simply had to find my way back! And so I did, and do, inwardly and outwordy, with each plunge to Sambhavi. The dance flies into me and I into it and consensus reality has over time become only a diaphanous veil over a world of archetypal divine beauty, again both within and without. I use personal pronoun for convenience only, for I feel little sense of self-boundaries. This permeability bestows a marvelous benefit as I travel through my world, (as circumspect as it may be), so I am penetrated by everything, most of it now beautiful. Even the absorbing of others suffering has become a primary method, similar to Tibetan Tonglen. (Lord Shiva, give me the words to describe this). It seems I've lost track of my physical body and become an emergent property of the Dance, a collection of swirling energies, an efflorescence of Love. Love made manifest. Love's eyes. Love's body. A psychiatrist might think much of this, but I've found that ecstasies should be judged not by their cause but by their fruit, which in my case are entirely wholesome (and toothsome).

Okay, you ask, so what's the problem? Well, Yogani has caused me to wonder if there is more I might reach for - like a more balanced practice. After all, I may objectively dance with God, but will always be a flawed mortal, needing improvement. Self-indulgent Pratyahara exerts a heavy toll but I want to do more for people, perhaps even engender a desire to leave prison, the only world, and now Ashram, I'm accustomed to. Opening a dialogue here is my first exploratory step. Also, I use neuroscience in my practice, and perhaps sharing that would help create and "active" life of sorts.

Talking Science is "safe" (if I stay on task), but any time I begin to write even transcendentally on spirituality, the Dance envelopes me and I am gone, the pen taking on a life of it's own. Ink, tears, words, phrases and sentiment flow and dance in from nowhere, as if gems flung from Shiva's whirling tresses It is a thickly resonant somatic and samadhic ecstasy, a timeless surfing of an orgasmic wave front. How is that to be resisted? Or bested? Only when it's grip is released do I look in astonishment at language that seems not mine. Then, out of concern for the reader's patience, I shovel words off the stage before the curtain opens, and you see what remains, (including any excess that escapes my editing, as some always does).

This explains why I speak in such a silly affected manner, and often well beyond my station. Please don't take offense at any of my impassioned ideas. I'm here to learn, and I apologize in advance for the inevitable faux pas.

I haven't really begun to describe the details of my ecstatic experiences (yikes). Is there a forum where I can let my hair down and perhaps burn these words out of my system?

Namaste

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I haven't really begun to describe the details of my ecstatic experiences (yikes). Is there a forum where I can let my hair down and perhaps burn these excess words out of my system?

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Ink, tears, words, phrases and sentiment flow and dance in from nowhere, as if gems flung from Shiva's whirling tresses. It is a thickly resonant somatic and samadhic ecstasy, a timeless surfing of an orgasmic wave front. How is that to be resisted?

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After all, I may objectively dance with God, but will always be a flawed mortal, needing improvement. Self-indulgent Pratyahara exerts a heavy toll but I want to do more for people, perhaps even engender a desire to leave prison, the only world, and now Ashram, I'm accustomed to. Opening a dialogue here is my first exploratory step. Also, I use neuroscience in my practice, and perhaps sharing that would help create and 'active' life of sorts.

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It seems I've lost track of my material body and become an emergent property of the Dance, a collection of swirling energies, an efflorescence of Love. Love made manifest. Love's eyes. Love's body.

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Each of these spill out their unique but complimentary load of gems, which then lie as anonymous as fossils in my subconscious.

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Originally posted by anandatandava

I'd like to explain why, from my first exposure to his writings I knew that Yogani was the consummate teacher I'd sought all my life. These are only the words of a passionate fool, so please don't be offended by any of my sentiments. It bothers me that I often speak without sufficient diplomacy, but I've never had anyone to discuss spiritual matters with before, and I'm fairly bursting with the desire to communicate. Hopefully the pressure will relieve soon, but until then a clown is running my circus, so enjoy the show! (now where is that tranquilizer dart...?) Oh, know from the outset that I believe all loving paths lead to the mountaintop, not just my idiosyncratic twisty-trail. Ready? Here we go:

-Because most people assume that impenetrable arguments made by self-imposed 'experts' simply must contain profound truths, they defer to these experts to tell them what to believe. Thus, inferior teachers will intentionally obfuscate what little they know through complexity and obscurity. (See? Just like that! ). To those willing to be mindlessly led, they offer only 'castles in the air', words and concepts chasing their own tails and leading nowhere. Superior teachers, knowing that real Truth rings like a temple bell in the body, mind and soul, can speak in clear, simple terms. Their Truth becomes experiential, bringing, demanding belief by its own resonant power and accord, an interpenetrant divine loving Force. Of what purpose are words when the mind is stunned into awed silence? Yogani's words are as beautiful as poetry, and he could embellish them endlessly. But poetry is not anyone's direct mission here. So, Yogani keeps his lessons free of extraneous fluff, delivering only unalloyed Truth. He has combed the wisdom of the ages, and separated the wheat from the chaff by testing the efficacy of methods on his own highly evolved mind and body. Having condensed Truth down to its most effective and efficient essence, his teachings make the full 8 limbs of yoga a practical and swift path to enlightenment for householder and renunciate alike. Philosophers blindly draw maps. Yogani actually brings us there. Philosophers guess as to what lies there. Yogani teaches us to taste it.

-Inferior teachers establish definitions of enlightenment that are impossible for humans to achieve. Anyone who expects complete and permanent perfection out of themselves or their teachers is bound for perpetual disappointment. (This is hazardous ground, I know.) In my view, superior teachers promote, (to use the AA slogan), 'progress not perfection' and 'enlightened behavior over enlightenment'. Why seek to float in some heaven-realm when we should be walking solidly upon the earth, helping to reduce suffering in our fellow beings? Well, I'd long thought that this was the choice of goals a person simply had to make. Then came Yogani to show me that I could have my cake and eat it too. He teaches that enlightenment is a balanced union between pure bliss consciousness and ecstatic conductivity, that from this union all other good things flow. Knowing the extent of my own imperfections, it's clear I'll always be a work-in-progress, but I already have enough of the Path's blessings to know that by following Yogani's teachings, enlightenment is well withing the reach of others, and is where hands-on good works are not only possible but advised as part of the AYP practice. Yes! It's okay to walk on water if you buoy others up with you! Or, to once again paraphrase AA, 'We keep what we have by giving it away'. This is all so beautifully rational, cohesive and perfect! Best of all, it comes to vibrant life in the practices; a heaven on earth.

As for the transformative power of the Path, my own life is a dramatic example, for I was once one of the most unmanageable inmates in the prison system. That is a story for another day, but suffice for now that when I hear about siddhis, these words come to mind: 'Speak to me not of miracles, for I have seen bad men turned good and that is enough miracle for me'. Yes, I'm a gratefully recovering idiot, and have been struck free from prisons far worse that those of concrete and steel - prisons of the mind! (Besides, why seek to siddhi-bend the laws of physics when it is really the inner self that needs transformation?)

-Inferior teachers foster complete dependence within their students. In these unfortunates I have many times seen that the loss of their physical guru means the complete loss of their path. Superior teachers foster independence within their students by building confidence in their inner guru - self-confidence! Yogani ends each lesson with the adjunct, 'The guru is within you', thus directing his words to the proper inner student.

-Inferior teachers build cults of personality, working to elevate themselves to the status of avatar or perfected being, (despite displaying feet of clay to anyone with the willingness to see). They look to their personal ends rather that their traditions and community, Superior teachers, well, it is Yogani's humility and humanity that I most love. He says, in effect, 'Look, I am one of you. One with you, so don't mistake me for your goal. I live in ecstatic bliss as a human being, and so can you. These lessons and (omnipresent) electronic ashram are merely the raft with which you cross the stream by your own paddling, the finger pointing at the moon that you must look up to see, the ladder rungs you must climb, the steps you must take, for the guru is in you.

All this said, I worship Yogani by my own choice and accord, for if feeds my bhakti. My life experience, past and present, make it difficult to trust authority. I have previously bowed to no man, and remained unbent through years of the most severe 'corrective' punishment, all of which only further stiffened my resistance with the scar tissue of hate. Then, from the Path, came love, a melting love that softened and dissolved me into a puddle of grateful tears at Yogani's feet. His voice carries a singular resonance for being surrounded by what is, to me, a world otherwise silent of useful meaning. He is, for me, the sun that eclipses all lessor lights, and I seek only to serve him and reflect his radiance to the limits of my tarnished and dim way.
Namaste

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