Spiritual Diary: August 12, 2O22 continued

Spiritual Diary, part two, August 12, 2O22 continued.. Sadhana can be understood as a cleansing and purification process. We are not adding power or even adding devotion, we already are power, devotion and Love. We are not connecting with the Divine, we are Divinity in flesh. We are simply using tools to remember who we are. However, lifetimes of contaminations are there and we carry them forward, even if most of us do not remember our previous lives, in linear terms. The beauty and magnanimity of some simple sadhana practices are beyond our imagination. Think of the physical body as a hardware and the sadhana as the software or apps in our body. There are keys to press, like chakras to focus on, or parts of the body to energise so we can activate those apps and even download other apps from the aether or the cosmos or the akashic records. You name it, its potential is infinite. It takes very high eligibility to access certain sadhanas or sadhana or meeting a Guru or an avatar in general. They are no easily available, but many highly evolved being are here to walk on earth to assist the transition or ascension of consciousness. As this is the continuation of the first blog, in there I was going through each sadhana one by one as shall continue here for now. OM MANE PADME HUM This one is a very popular Buddhist chant and cannot be underestimated though it is readily available for all. After a few rounds of chanting in the garden, I felt as if my body will levitate. I thought of the Rainbow body of Tibetan monks and how many of those in isolation were believed to levitate and even dissolve their bodies in rainbow light. It awakens compassion for others too. At least, that is my experience. There is no point comparing each others experiences because we pick up where we left off with our sadhanas last lifetime. Having been born and raised in a Catholic country though with Kriyaban parents, I have been exposed to Catholic and Christian sadhanas. THE HOLY ROSARY Something happened that I did not quite expect. I was simply stringing beads with a Mary pendant and a crucifix to create holy rosaries, the prayer mala for Catholics. On the 3rd of 4th rosary completed, a joy in me started bubbling. It was a quiet early morning that I wasnt even playing prayers in the background, I was just happy to learn a new skill of stringing and creating rosaries. It brought back childhood memories of making rosaries when I was in kindergarten. It was an extra ordinary bliss that tears spontaneously rolled down my cheeks, a Love SO grand and encompassing enveloped me. And that energy lingered for awhile. One time, I also attended a Christian group who were into speaking in tongues, praising and singing devotional songs. I attended once with my dad when I was a little girl and the 2nd time was when I was at university. Almost everyone was speaking in tongues, crying, falling, fainting and ecstatitcally shaking and I was like.. nothing was happening to me. I did not resist anything, I welcomed any experience. But nothing happened. After the event, I walked alone to the seashore early morning at sunrise, just outside the cottage where we had the praise and worship session. Yes, I was awake and not having an out of the body experience. Something unexpected happened as I was staring at the horizon and the shores to enjoy the sunrise.. Time was suspended. Each roll of the wave was on slow motion, everything was in slow motion. It should take a second maximum two seconds for a single raised wave to roll, but that, took like 4 to 5 seconds. I was blinking my eyes in disbelief. All I could sense was an inexplicable deep peace and silence that was so tangible, almost solid everywhere. I couldnt sense the difference in space, as if everything was one unit.. the sea, the space between the sea.. and me. There was an indescribable invisible but palpable sweetness and love that felt locked in every molecule around me and inside me, and they all just bubbled everywhere. to be continued in part three..