Sunday 3 May 2009

Sajad : The next morning

The next morning was Saturday .Sajad awoke in a happy , tranquil mood .He felt as if his sleep had been complete ; he felt fully rested and regenerated . He flung open the shutters of his window and gazed out at the clear blue sky . There were only a few small clouds ,far ,far above .

Within his soul he felt the joy of creation , the innocent, serene joy of nature ; he felt happy like a child with a present .

Later he went to have breakfast in his favourite café. He sat down at a table outside under a large red parasol . The waiter brought him a milk coffee and a croissant .

As he was having his breakfast gazing out across the plaza at the sunlight playing in the leaves of the trees, making some leaves glow a bright vivid green contrasting with the darker green of the leaves in shadow , he began to remember the great emerald forest in the land where he was born , and then memories suddenly came flooding back to him of an experience he had had many years ago .

The memory of the experience had seemed to have got silted over with the layers of every day life , but now it was as if someone had suddenly flung the doors of memory wide open.
He remembered how he had met an Indian man who had spoken to him of the Primordial Mother , the Adi Shakti.


He recollected how at the time it had felt a little strange to him when this man had spoken of God as a female personality , as a Mother, and not as a Father as he was accustomed to .The Indian man had explained to him how he should pray to the Primordial Mother for Her to manifest within him, to awaken Her dormant energy within him, the energy known as the Kundalini ; a small part of Her energy within him, which resides in every human being , just waiting to be awakened.


He had then shown Sajad an old black and white photo of an Indian lady sitting in a meditation posture with one hand raised with open palm . He had then explained that this lady was an avatar of the Adi Shakti , an incarnation of the Primordial Mother on this earth , and that she had found a way to awaken the Kundalini en mass by means of a simple method. This state of re-connexion with the All Pervading Primordial Mother was known as Self Realization, or the state of yoga or union with the Divine.
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The Indian man had asked him if he would like to have this experience and Sajad had accepted . He had closed his eyes and followed the guided meditation exercise lead by the yogi. At first, as they had begun the exercise , he had felt as if there was some kind of tension within some areas of his being , then towards the end of the meditation he experienced his Kundalini rising as a strong column of cool vibrations within him .His physical body had felt less real , less solid than this wide column of powerful , soothing vibrations which seemed to have replaced the centre of his body and poured out from the centre of the top of his head , cascading all around his head like a majestic fountain. The yogi had named the area at the top of the head as the fontanel bone area , suddenly the name fontanel as referring to this area at the top of the head became very meaningful .

Later that evening he had returned home in state of total bliss. He somehow knew without needing words or concepts that he had arrived at the destination of his seeking. He had felt completely whole , completely satisfied ,so much so that he hadn’t even felt the need to eat or drink.


However, after this initial experience , whenever he had sat down to meditate , in the early morning and in the evening , as the Indian man had indicated , although he had felt peaceful , happy and relaxed , he hadn’t had a reoccurrence of the initial experience; he had simply felt calm and at peace with himself.

But that had all been a long, long time ago , and since then he had gradually stopped meditating , for no particular reason that he could remember . And then the daily clouds of the illusionary world , the “ maya” , as the Indian man had called it , and the sands of time had done the rest.

Then he fell to remembering how Ajit-Atta , the shaman of his people had predicted this meeting shortly before he had departed from his home in Al-Ghadir , the hidden city in the great emerald forest .He had told him he would meet a man of a darker tone of skin than theirs , and even though not of his tribe , he would be able to call him brother ; a man not moved by greed or the need to make money, a pure soul he would be able to call an elder brother ; a man that would give him the key to unlock the true meaning of his life that he was seeking; a man that would give him the vidya, the pure knowledge, the sacred knowledge of the Tree of Life , the true knowledge of all things , bad and good .

And he had told him that this man would give him the Usma-Ata ,the supreme gift , the Meraj ,as their forefathers had named it .

At the time Sajad had not been able to understand, but now with a flash he suddenly realised the significance of that experience he had with the yogi ; it was indeed the fulfilment of the prophecy of the shaman , but at the time he had not realised the connexion…