Living meditation, finding union~ Samadhi. One experience
Aug 25, 2018 4:57:42 GMT
Post by Heather on Aug 25, 2018 4:57:42 GMT
One of the great gifts meditation can teach us, to to merge fully with ourselves and creation. It is finding perfect balance within the body mind spirit and then all our chakras spin in harmony and balance and the kundalini climbs the shushuma and we reach a point of one pointedness call Samadhi.
According to the Siddhi tradition, when one reaches Samadhi, one never has to be reborn, for one has merged with God, the reason why we are born. They believe that our souls choose life to learn about the nature of God and our place in it. When we reach that point of absolute balance, we experience or become One with Mother Father God, Source, creation .. whatever you choose to call it.
Those who reach this place experience it in their own ways, yet all feel this union and our hearts open so wide we become pure love.
I was reminded of an experience when I first reached samadhi over forty years ago. In my memory today it is as clear now as it was then.
The morning was crisp with the hint of the warmth it would bring. Ragged lacy fog hovered over surrounding hills and wet grass gleamed in the rising sun.
What a beautiful day I thought! I clamored out of bed with the excitement youth experiences as they welcome a brand new day! I was keen to explore the farm I was staying on. Whilst I had lived the first ten years of my life in a country town, we had moved to the city and I had embraced its many diversions and experiences. Yet the country was still in me it seemed, for I longed to explore this beautiful place.
The house where I stayed nestled comfortably in a valley with rolling hills surrounded it. Sheep and cattle dotted the green pastures adding their voices to the silence. There was no moaning wind, no rustle of leaves on the trees. No radio or TV, no sound of cars on the road, just sweet silence.
I bolted down my porridge, cooked on an old wood stove, put on my boots and headed off as fast as I could. I am a social person, I loved my friends yet I also loved the bliss of solitude and silence and today it felt it called me, louder than ever.
I stood under the endless blue sky, hands on hips and looked all around me. Where was I to walk, I pondered? Some distance ahead the mysterious hill, as I called it, stood out. It was craggy and rocky, unlike the others amongst their serene feminine folds. Above, I watched a single eagle dip and soar and cruise. The early sun caught its wings as it wove in and out of the dissipating fog, and it landed on the top of one of the Skelton trees at the top of the mysterious rocky hill, a mere speck in the distance. I watched it surveying its territory, before taking off, dropping down like a stone to gather up some rabbit or other morsel and then settling on the white tree again as it devoured its prize.
I caught my breath at all this beauty. Life unfolded around me. The mysterious hill called me—and I set off at a fair pace.
I followed the fence line, noting creaky gates, dew on fence posts and soft wet grass shiny in the early sun. The fog , now in tatters, drifted away as the sun took prominence over this beautiful ethereal landscape.
The rocky hill is in fact a ring dyke surrounded by clay hills. Its silicon granite shone and sparkled in the dewy morning, wetness acting like mirrors. I pushed open a gate and begun to clamber up the side of the very steep hill, watching my feet on the slippery grass, grabbing tree trunks or thick grass as I climbed higher and higher. Half way up, I was puffing hard. This was steeper than I realised and higher than I imagined, but the illusive top called me louder and louder.
Granite boulders loomed all around me, like crouching people. The higher I climbed, the more aware I was of the dead trees there. They looked like standing white skeletons of a race of people long gone and they were watching me. They seemed to be speaking to me saying “look around, look around…” and so I did.
I leaned against one of the trunks and took in the scenery once more. I was so woven into this place, I really tried to find what they spoke of even though I thought it was imagination. I was very high up and looking down on the valley reminded me of a view from a light aircraft. I let my eyes explore the richness of greens, the water in the wet lands, ducks purposefully moving along in groups, a black swan gracefully dipping it head in the water, sending out endless circles. Cattle grazed and moved every now and then, and sheep mingled between them, new lambs tagging behind. This was a pastoral scene at its best.
I let go of the tree and continued to climb, letting the sky, the hill, and the trees become my world.
I watched the eagle ahead as it came into view again. It soared gracefully on some thermal and came to land on a nearby tree. I could hear the rustle of its wings, and watched its huge talons wrap around a branch. It sat, statue like, blending into this shimmering place as if it had always been there.
I froze for a moment, fascinated yet humbled too. It felt like a privilege being so close to one so majestic. I was overwhelmed by its size and strength, but then the top of the hill called me once more and I trudged on.
By now I felt so much a part of the hill and its custodians, I felt I too belonged there as one of them. The eagle was part of that family and so I just kept walking in its direction. It did not move or flinch but eyeballed me until in time, it took off once more, gliding with abandon into the blue above.
The top! Ahh, finally I had arrived! There was a small flat area to stand on and I planted me feet there, and legs apart, gazed in rapture all around me, feeling like some deity who came to claim her land.
Gradually I merged with all life there and became it. I felt the grass grow, tasted the milk of the ewes as they fed their lambs, felt the heart beat of Mother Earth beneath my feet. I merged with the sky and soared with the eagle and became them – and found my vision touching all life on earth. I became the thoughts of a collective people, felt their pain and their joy. I felt new babies startled wonder at life, old people dozing --- and the world turned out of time and took me with it. I lived life, pain, love, death , the circle of all life --- for I was all life.
I do not know how long I stood there, the sound of lambs bleating as if far away started to bring me back to now time. Gradually their plaintiff sounds grew louder and louder. I seemed to mingle with them and like the lambs I felt I had also been born. In that moment I felt the most profound love and I knew that was the love of all life united in one creative flow of existence and I knew without doubt, that I was a fragment of all life — one of the many yet the many were also the one -me. In those moments I had touched the collective heart beat of creation.
Years later I understood what this was—it is called Samadhi, union, becoming one with all life, but I did not need labels for the experience. It gifted me a deeper appreciation of the nature of life, of love, of compassion and it gave me the tools to understand love and fear—the two prime energies that creation is made up of. I knew that when we love our fear it cannot be sustained and that to live in each moment as joy, we live the eternal joy.
One day I went for a walk and was clothed with new etheric cloth. To touch all of creation in a moment and become it—changed me forever. Now as I remember that special time, I recall how we can be reborn as we unite with that energy of creation and as rainbow flames of all life we walk together in the new earth.
Meditation is one tool to guide us there. We do not have to live in a cave or chant all day, we can practice the gentle meditations described above and live meditation in our daily lives. It is the focus that unites us within and when we reach this point, we can be forever changed.
with love
Heather
According to the Siddhi tradition, when one reaches Samadhi, one never has to be reborn, for one has merged with God, the reason why we are born. They believe that our souls choose life to learn about the nature of God and our place in it. When we reach that point of absolute balance, we experience or become One with Mother Father God, Source, creation .. whatever you choose to call it.
Those who reach this place experience it in their own ways, yet all feel this union and our hearts open so wide we become pure love.
I was reminded of an experience when I first reached samadhi over forty years ago. In my memory today it is as clear now as it was then.
The morning was crisp with the hint of the warmth it would bring. Ragged lacy fog hovered over surrounding hills and wet grass gleamed in the rising sun.
What a beautiful day I thought! I clamored out of bed with the excitement youth experiences as they welcome a brand new day! I was keen to explore the farm I was staying on. Whilst I had lived the first ten years of my life in a country town, we had moved to the city and I had embraced its many diversions and experiences. Yet the country was still in me it seemed, for I longed to explore this beautiful place.
The house where I stayed nestled comfortably in a valley with rolling hills surrounded it. Sheep and cattle dotted the green pastures adding their voices to the silence. There was no moaning wind, no rustle of leaves on the trees. No radio or TV, no sound of cars on the road, just sweet silence.
I bolted down my porridge, cooked on an old wood stove, put on my boots and headed off as fast as I could. I am a social person, I loved my friends yet I also loved the bliss of solitude and silence and today it felt it called me, louder than ever.
I stood under the endless blue sky, hands on hips and looked all around me. Where was I to walk, I pondered? Some distance ahead the mysterious hill, as I called it, stood out. It was craggy and rocky, unlike the others amongst their serene feminine folds. Above, I watched a single eagle dip and soar and cruise. The early sun caught its wings as it wove in and out of the dissipating fog, and it landed on the top of one of the Skelton trees at the top of the mysterious rocky hill, a mere speck in the distance. I watched it surveying its territory, before taking off, dropping down like a stone to gather up some rabbit or other morsel and then settling on the white tree again as it devoured its prize.
I caught my breath at all this beauty. Life unfolded around me. The mysterious hill called me—and I set off at a fair pace.
I followed the fence line, noting creaky gates, dew on fence posts and soft wet grass shiny in the early sun. The fog , now in tatters, drifted away as the sun took prominence over this beautiful ethereal landscape.
The rocky hill is in fact a ring dyke surrounded by clay hills. Its silicon granite shone and sparkled in the dewy morning, wetness acting like mirrors. I pushed open a gate and begun to clamber up the side of the very steep hill, watching my feet on the slippery grass, grabbing tree trunks or thick grass as I climbed higher and higher. Half way up, I was puffing hard. This was steeper than I realised and higher than I imagined, but the illusive top called me louder and louder.
Granite boulders loomed all around me, like crouching people. The higher I climbed, the more aware I was of the dead trees there. They looked like standing white skeletons of a race of people long gone and they were watching me. They seemed to be speaking to me saying “look around, look around…” and so I did.
I leaned against one of the trunks and took in the scenery once more. I was so woven into this place, I really tried to find what they spoke of even though I thought it was imagination. I was very high up and looking down on the valley reminded me of a view from a light aircraft. I let my eyes explore the richness of greens, the water in the wet lands, ducks purposefully moving along in groups, a black swan gracefully dipping it head in the water, sending out endless circles. Cattle grazed and moved every now and then, and sheep mingled between them, new lambs tagging behind. This was a pastoral scene at its best.
I let go of the tree and continued to climb, letting the sky, the hill, and the trees become my world.
I watched the eagle ahead as it came into view again. It soared gracefully on some thermal and came to land on a nearby tree. I could hear the rustle of its wings, and watched its huge talons wrap around a branch. It sat, statue like, blending into this shimmering place as if it had always been there.
I froze for a moment, fascinated yet humbled too. It felt like a privilege being so close to one so majestic. I was overwhelmed by its size and strength, but then the top of the hill called me once more and I trudged on.
By now I felt so much a part of the hill and its custodians, I felt I too belonged there as one of them. The eagle was part of that family and so I just kept walking in its direction. It did not move or flinch but eyeballed me until in time, it took off once more, gliding with abandon into the blue above.
The top! Ahh, finally I had arrived! There was a small flat area to stand on and I planted me feet there, and legs apart, gazed in rapture all around me, feeling like some deity who came to claim her land.
Gradually I merged with all life there and became it. I felt the grass grow, tasted the milk of the ewes as they fed their lambs, felt the heart beat of Mother Earth beneath my feet. I merged with the sky and soared with the eagle and became them – and found my vision touching all life on earth. I became the thoughts of a collective people, felt their pain and their joy. I felt new babies startled wonder at life, old people dozing --- and the world turned out of time and took me with it. I lived life, pain, love, death , the circle of all life --- for I was all life.
I do not know how long I stood there, the sound of lambs bleating as if far away started to bring me back to now time. Gradually their plaintiff sounds grew louder and louder. I seemed to mingle with them and like the lambs I felt I had also been born. In that moment I felt the most profound love and I knew that was the love of all life united in one creative flow of existence and I knew without doubt, that I was a fragment of all life — one of the many yet the many were also the one -me. In those moments I had touched the collective heart beat of creation.
Years later I understood what this was—it is called Samadhi, union, becoming one with all life, but I did not need labels for the experience. It gifted me a deeper appreciation of the nature of life, of love, of compassion and it gave me the tools to understand love and fear—the two prime energies that creation is made up of. I knew that when we love our fear it cannot be sustained and that to live in each moment as joy, we live the eternal joy.
One day I went for a walk and was clothed with new etheric cloth. To touch all of creation in a moment and become it—changed me forever. Now as I remember that special time, I recall how we can be reborn as we unite with that energy of creation and as rainbow flames of all life we walk together in the new earth.
Meditation is one tool to guide us there. We do not have to live in a cave or chant all day, we can practice the gentle meditations described above and live meditation in our daily lives. It is the focus that unites us within and when we reach this point, we can be forever changed.
with love
Heather
