A Spiritual Journey
given by Michael Graham in Mill Valley, California,
2005. It has
been published as a booklet titled "An Autobiography of a Yogi". For copies,
please contact Empart.
the most rapidly expanding form of spirituality today in the Western world
is Yoga and Meditation. Actually the two words belong together. Today,
practised in its many forms, yoga promises physical wellbeing and spiritual
growth. But for the yogis of old, the mystics of the ancient East, Yoga was
far more than a life style choice; theirs was an ardent quest for
Enlightenment--a release from all bonds of suffering and unsatisfactoriness
both here and beyond the grave--a reach for Ultimate Truth.
yoga actually means: to be yoked to or united with God or Ultimate Reality.
The word refers to both an end and an activity. In its active form it
involves the practice of a variety of techniques, both physical and mental.
There are up to fourteen types of yoga, each with different practices
designed to lead to the desired goal.
I was one
such person captivated by the promises and practices of yoga from a young
age. The quest that I undertook threw me into a heady world leading to many
remarkable personal encounters and mystical experiences.
particular day I was astounded. I found myself right in the middle of what
is regarded in the Indian spiritual tradition as the classic fourth state of
consciousness called the Turiya1 state. The yogis consider it to
be one of the marks of Enlightenment, existing beyond the three states of
waking, dreaming and deep sleep that are familiar to all people. I’d read
about it, but to have the experience was quite another thing. My attention
was riveted. It was as though I had entered another reality. Though my
surroundings looked the same, every trace of the weight and sting of life
sign of its appearance was a widening of my field of vision. Fascinated, I
walked a few paces into a room where two men were talking. One was standing;
the other was seated leaning against a wall. They were fixed in earnest
conversation. As I watched them they seemed no more real than puppets in a
puppet show. The meaning and significance of their conversation was as
nothing. Every sense in me was alive; the people and the physical
environment were as I’d known them, but the sense of “realness” was gone.
Nothing of the human condition with its concerns remained.
of ignorance had lifted and from this new perspective life wasn’t what it
seemed to be. It was more like a dream--a mere apparency. Half an hour
passed and this perception started to close down. Was this the Ultimate
Truth?—no, not even in this tradition. That realization and beyond was to be
realized later, and is described in the book I have written, of which this
booklet is a short synopsis.
adventures were to follow.
quest for Truth began at the age of sixteen. I began reflecting on the
meaning and significance of life at a time when I was unclear about my
interests and future direction and was restlessly unable to chart my course.
was a doctor, a psychoanalyst and something of a philosopher. Two books on
the Eastern spiritual tradition, from the shelves of his huge library
grabbed my attention. They promised a life free of suffering, personal
transformation and an experience of the Highest Truth. That was enough for
me. I had found what I was looking for.
time I was twenty-two, after motorcycling throughout Sri Lanka and India and
having high adventures in Afghanistan, then traveling all the way across to
London, I returned to India to the ashram, or abode, of Swami Muktananda
Paramahansa. He was a guru. He came to me on very strong recommendation as
one whose mere touch or presence could transform a person’s life.
arrival, he was away. Thankfully, within a few days he was due back. About
twenty-five of us assembled outside the front of the ashram to greet him on
his return. There was an American, an Englishman and myself, an Australian.
The others were Indians.
sign of his arrival was the honking sound of a Klaxon horn. A blue, 1962
Mercedes Benz pulled up, and out stepped a handsome sixty-year-old man in
silk orange robes, wearing gold-rimmed sunglasses. This was not quite the
image of a holy man that I’d imagined. Muktananda glanced at me as he swept
through the crowd of prostrating Indians, lightly kicking them with his feet
saying, “look out, look out, this is a fast train” (someone translated that
two days I had a private audience with him. He probably spoke no more than
forty words of English. Through a translator, I told him that I had come to
have my meditation fixed. All attempts to meditate successfully in Australia
had failed. Instead of settling down into a quiet state, I’d become
positively knotted up. He simply said, “Don’t worry, everything will be
passed, and I was meditating all alone in the meditation room, on a real
tiger’s skin. All of a sudden I was startled. Muktananda was standing over
me. He stroked both cheeks, passed his palm over my forehead, turned on his
heels and left. It took all of three seconds. Well, I thought that was
wonderful. The guru had touched me and I knew that was supposed to be
auspicious. I expected something to happen. It didn’t. Each day thereafter,
Baba (as we affectionately called him), would ask me in his few words of
English, “Good meditation?” “No Baba,” I would reply. This must have gone on
every day for a week; his asking me and my saying no. I got a bit
days passed and I was not to be disappointed. One afternoon, while
meditating all alone, a strange phenomenon began. All of a sudden my body
began to revolve in a circular motion. I thought to myself, “How
interesting.” I’d stop it, and off it would go again. Up to this point
whenever my body moved, it was I that moved it. With each minute that passed
this movement grew stronger and stronger. I was delighted. I knew that I had
received the “awakening” that Muktananda was distinguished for being able to
activate--the awakening of kundalini2 or the divine power
within. All the while I was in a cool state of mind, watching with
fascination. No suggestion or hysteria were involved.
the awakening of the Kundalini Shakti3, an intelligent aspect of
the life force itself, which lay “asleep” or dormant in potential until
awakened through the guru’s grace. It was to be surrendered to or given over
to, since it was the spontaneous “grace-driven” means to Self-realization--a
most attractive concept. In the fullness of time one would be cleansed of
all impurities that veiled the recognition of one’s true identity as being
identical to the Supreme Reality--Brahman.
later a Canadian chap turned up. We decided to go and meditate together. As
we sat, he began to recite the famous Twenty-Third Psalm: “The Lord is my
Shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he
leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the
paths of righteousness for His names sake. Even though I walk through the
valley of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your
staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my
enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and
mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever.” I remembered that from a light Christian enculturation
during my schoolboy days. Being deeply moved by its beauty, that second, the
“awakening” that had begun a few days before, exploded into ten times its
power. I was flung down and started crawling my way across the floor,
growling like a lion, with the strength of ten men coursing through me. It
was not as any ham actor could do; it was devastatingly real. I was amazed.
I didn’t resist it, since that wouldn’t have been the idea. The poor
Canadian chap (as he told me later) had never seen anything like it. He
commented that the nearest thing he’d seen to it was an LSD4
drug freak-out; but this was something else! He was scared out of his wits
and was trying to settle down the situation by repeating the mantra5,
guru om, guru om, over and over.
day on, whenever I gave over to the “awakening”, there was continuous
spontaneous activity. There were powerful breathing rhythms (pranayama),
movement into classic dance formations, vigorously executed hatha6
yoga-like postures, utterances like the sound of different birds so real
sounding, speaking in an unknown language, weeping bitterly in one second
then laughing hysterically in the next with nothing to weep or laugh about,
cross-legged hopping across the ground like a frog juddering of the body,
classical hand gestures (mudras), the seeing of inner lights, journeys out
of the body and innumerable other experiences. It wasn’t as though I was
tuning in to some impulse to move in a certain way and going with it, as in
psychodrama. It just grabbed me in a powerful non-volitional (spontaneous)
manner and moved me about. And there were moments of “dynamic” stillness.
The predominantly physical manifestations were called kriyas7.
They were said to have a purifying effect, but as to why some of the more
bizarre manifestations took the form that they did only theories could be
was set into
Eastern framework of thinking. Muktananda would say, “God dwells within you
as you,”--the inner self or Brahman or God were identical. Sadhana8
or spiritual practice consisted of faith in the guru as the Self-Realized
master. It required surrender to his person and to his instructions, singing
chants in the Sanskrit9 language to his glory, and devotional
service. Its purpose was spiritual purification leading to the experience of
one’s own divinity, called Self-realization or Enlightenment.
particular path was SiddhaYoga; the word Siddha meaning “perfected being”,
and yoga meaning, “yoked to God”. So this was the union with God that was to
take place through the grace of the perfected Master.
sounded like an appealing truth. It was promising. It had an engine that
stayed on in the ashram for five and a half months, participating in the
rigorous daily routine. We’d arise at four in the morning for ninety minutes
of meditation. If you were fortunate enough to receive the “awakening”,
you’d surrender to its workings as a dispassionate witness. If it had yet to
stir in you, you’d sit in formal meditation repeating the Guru’s mantra,
Soham meaning, “He I am” or “I am God”, in the hope that it would happen
soon. That was the understanding in those days. However, instructions
changed over the years. Then we took a cup of chai; a spicy Indian tea.
This was followed by ninety minutes of chanting the Bhagavad Gita10
in Sanskrit. Then we were off into the beautiful gardens or marble courtyard
to do a couple of hours of work, a form of devotional service to the Guru,
followed by thirty minutes of chanting the mantra, Om Namah shivaya
(meaning: I bow to Shiva) before lunch. I called it “Hindu army
chow”--delicious. Then there was a one-hour voluntary chant followed by
another two hours of work, followed by forty-five minutes of meditation
before dinner. Finally, a sixty-minute chant was sung before we collapsed
into bed at 9 p.m. Phew! Not a routine for the faint hearted. This went
seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. It was like
something you might find in an eleventh century Benedictine11
of spirituality became my core spiritual practice for the next sixteen
years. I returned to India many times. I spent a total of four years in the
country. But despite all the amazing spiritual experiences, signs and
wonders (many more of which are described in my book), my deepest hopes for
inner fulfillment were unmet. But the dynamism and apparent intelligence of
that “awakening” had me tantalized.
same time, I had been casting around for supplementary means to add to this
Eastern practice that might have opened a crack to the light I had been
the seventies, eighties and nineties I did a number of the leading edge
personal development programs of the day: Landmark Education (once called
EST, then Forum), a sort of no nonsense pragmatic12 spiritual
boot camp and Silva Mind Control, a get-down-into-low-brain-wave process,
heal people, throw open some doors of psychic perception, and reprogram
yourself for success, type of program. Then there was The Hoffman Quadrinity
Process, an expensive turbo-expunging of impeding parent-induced past
psychological impressions. And then I studied and sought to practice A
Course in Miracles (a book) a very well developed argument for
transcendence, which I buried into for a year with great discipline. I was
intrigued by the observation: that though I understood and believed
something, I would continue to think, feel, act and perform as though I’d
never heard of it. My other friends on the Course had the same experience. I
was starting to discover that the mere cognitive approach to transformation
is impotent to do anything much.
I saw a
gain here and there. Whenever I was exposed to a new perspective,
information, data or technique, there would be a slight shift, just enough
to lead to an increase of interest. Then there would be a plateau, a falling
off and then a “what’s next?” Within days there was always a leak-back to
the old familiar self. This stuff wasn’t delivering on its promise. I wasn’t
a dilettante13. I usually drilled down close to the bottom of
these things, enough to see whether I was dealing with iron pyrites14
(fool’s gold) or something more substantial. My basic Siddha Yoga practice
kept on as the mainstay.
Swami Muktananda died. Shortly thereafter, for one tour, I fell into the
role as one of the international tour managers of one of his two successors,
the young Swami Nityananda. Months after I left this work a “coup” took
place. Gurumayi, his sister and co-successor ousted him, for unseemly
gallivanting, among other things. The whole affair unfolded like a palace
intrigue that Shakespeare would have made something of.
time I was in New York and got a call from an Australian friend who’d just
landed a huge Corporate Cultural Change contract with
second largest company, Telecom Australia. He asked me Down Under, and
together with a team of five others we put together a broad range of
personal and organizational development strategies to set Telecom up for
success in an emerging competitive telecommunications market place. It
consisted of facilitating the creation of a corporate Vision Statement,
establishing Core Values, defining Company Objectives and delivering a range
of personal development strategies, such as customer service orientation,
communication skills, negotiation skills, possibility thinking, goal
setting, belief engineering and so on. I believe it was the biggest
corporate programs of its type ever undertaken in the Southern Hemisphere15.
I’d had a broad and deep experience of the Eastern “Old Age” movement out of
the pragmatic world of corporate consulting and the “New Age” personal
in 1988 and still a dedicated spiritual practitioner, I spotted this program
called Avatar®, created by a fellow called Harry Palmer. It was a belief
management program, not dissimilar in theory to what we’d taught
corporately. But this guy claimed that he had the techniques that could
really make the difference. Up till then I had found that core beliefs were
not amenable to change. This was a “create your preferred reality” program.
Beliefs are real forces; they determine the way you think, feel, behave and
perform; change your beliefs and thereby change your life!
jumped on a plane for Los Angeles and found myself in the home of Marilyn
Ferguson, author of the million- copy best seller book The Aquarian
conspiracy. She was a participant along with me and nine others. It was an
expensive course at two thousand dollars. It included tea and biscuits but
no meals or accommodation. It went for four or five days. How interesting;
one of the facilitators was Ingo Swann; a man I’d heard had the most
accurate strike rate among psychics tested by Stanford University under
controlled conditions. He’d been their research subject for sixteen years
and later worked twelve years for the United States Central Intelligence
Agency (CIA) experimenting with Remote Viewing (visual perception beyond the
range of bodily senses) procedures. I got to know Ingo well and stayed with
him in New York City. He was teaching this course quite independently of his
psychic abilities. He’s no longer associated with Avatar.
course was impressive. I experienced a temporary expansion of awareness and
a peacefulness for a time. Knots inside me that I didn’t know were there
unraveled. It was looking good. I was sufficiently impressed to fly to New
York, spend another three thousand dollars for nine days of training so I
could deliver the program under license.
one of the more successful teachers of Avatar around the world, delivering
the program in Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, Switzerland, USA and
Canada. Further to this, I delivered my own program, the Decision Principle
Training® in France as well. It proposes decision as the first principle of
top Avatar course was called Wizards®. At seventy-five hundred dollars it
promised the dominion of the gods. It didn’t deliver.
again, with all this, the substance wasn’t to the level required.
Nevertheless, those years 1988 through 1993 were kind to me. All the time
I’d kept meditating.
of this work wasn’t silly. There were some accurate observations, coherent
thought systems, ingredients of truth and some clever techniques that
created effects. I was often grateful and never felt cheated, but admittedly
nothing I’d discovered came close to the claims made for it. There were
experiences, insights and shifts, but nothing sustainable. Further there
were some absolutely spectacular spiritual experiences described and
elaborated on in my book.
By now, I
had many years of experience, thousands of hours of meditation, charismatic16
phenomena, study, and the company of spiritual luminaries17. By
providence, I had arrived at these people’s doorsteps before most people in
the West had heard of them. To name some: Swami Muktananda, Bhagwan Shree
Rajneesh (Osho), Rudi (later, Swami Rudrananda), Sathya Sai Baba, Anandamayi
Ma, U.G. Krishnamurti, HWL Poonja, J. Krishnamurti, Douglas Harding , Barry
Long and Sailor Bob (with whom I ran a seminar). There were a couple of
others. Israel Regardie, the esoteric writer, was a family friend. I was
influenced by the works of Alan Watts, Wei Wu Wei, Franklin Merrell Wolffe;
and then there were the Christian mystics. So, it went on. It sounds a bit
like a dilettante’s line-up. But I do believe my walk was characterized by a
considerable degree of discipline and application and it wasn’t too much to
observed over the years, that people had different motives for following a
guru or getting involved in such groups. Some sought personal development or
victory over personal limitations. I was partially motivated by this. Some
sought community; for others it was a life style choice. Some wanted
position and power. Others wanted to be loved. Yet others were spiritual
hedonists18 thirsting for the next experiential high. Being
looked after was a priority for some. And the search for meaning may have
been high among the reasons. In most people, motives were probably mixed,
and not thoroughly reflected upon. Very few, I believe, went looking for
wheat that it might be divided from the chaff. What was of interest to me,
was what was actually true or false amidst all this. The Buddha repudiated19
the Vedic20 scriptures. Shankaracharya, the eighth century
Vedantic21 Master, repudiated the Buddha’s teaching, putting a
huge dent in Buddhism on the Indian subcontinent from which it never
recovered. Ramanuja, another Vedantic Master from the twelfth century
repudiated Shankaracharya’s view of Ultimate Truth and so it went, ad
nauseam. Lord Chaitanya of the sixteenth century from the Lord Krishna
tradition, repudiated the lot of them, declaring as heresy, the “I am God”
statements of some of the others. This wasn’t just mean spirited. They
believed that the objects of their critiques were teaching error.
that many contemporary seekers had no concept of error and seemed to swallow
all they were told, hook, line and sinker, without discrimination or
I didn’t go into all this stuff, preoccupied, as though with a magnifying
sieve. I was openly interested, but with due reflection, learning where I
could and tending to trial things experientially to see what was of
substantive value or just ephemeral22. My life has been like a
laboratory experiment but lived out in a very un-clinical manner.
this under my belt--exposure to luminaries, the spiritual experiences, and
understanding I’d developed, I still believed that breaking through the
Gates of Heaven in a sustainable way was possible. I took what I had been
given in personal revelation and the best of what I had been exposed to: the
Muktananda “awakening” described earlier, (which, by some mystery, I was
able to powerfully transmit to others) and more. I put it all together
calling it The Reality Training, fully believing that this amalgam of
practices would build the momentum for breakthrough.
for some reason, I’d become weary of trying to excite others’ interest in
this or that program. So, as my professional life as a deliverer of personal
development training, meditation teaching and corporate consulting started
to wind down, so did my personal spiritual practice start to increase.
my day in
Australia, at 4:30 a.m.
with sixty minutes of meditation followed by
thirty-minute contemplation, then forty minutes of chanting the Guru Gita23--a
Sanskrit language text referring to the guru’s teaching and virtues. I’d end
with forty-five minutes of surrendering to the spontaneous workings of the
“awakening”. From time to time, friends would bang on my door and join me
for this early-morning vigil.
this weren’t enough, I decided to go into isolation. Since my late teens, I
had thought of this as an interesting experiment and had never had the
chance to do it. Now was the time. At the back of my home was a tiny
apartment. I asked an accommodating friend to fashion wooden panels to cover
the windows and a trap door through which food could be passed. I was sealed
up thus, and spent ten days in there. Great; I came out on a Monday and it
was as though, through new eyes, that the world sparkled. By Tuesday the old
familiar perception had returned.
some potential here, I repeated the experiment some time later. On the
second day a remarkable event took place.
settling myself onto a couch. I was in a completely ordinary state of
mind—no meditation; nothing like that, and suddenly the image of Jesus
Christ formed up within my chest cavity. And with this image came the
conviction of who it was. One second following, there was an experience
beyond all words can tell. If I were to step it down into the poverty of
language, there was an openness and love coming from Jesus to me, of cosmic
proportions, and an invitation and a welcome, as if to say “Give me your
life and breath and I’ll take care of you.” Well, I was staggered, amazed,
delighted all at once. The absolute and ultimate nature of that love was its
feature. It was utterly real and personal, but I didn’t know how to respond.
I was so committed and used to the Eastern oriented understanding and
practice that I kept doing precisely that. This encounter, however, I could
passed and I’d gone to Berkeley, California to conduct introductory programs
for The Reality Training I’d created. Here a second significant event took
place. What happened was this: Over a three-day period, as if pressed into
me from outside myself, came the conviction that everything I had done, the
thousands of hours of meditation, the realizations and spiritual
experiences, had all added up to a huge fat zero. It was a though a
twenty-eight year investment had tipped over. It felt as though I’d been
trying to draw water out of an empty well. Wow! I was sobered. “Well,” I
thought, “I’ll just run plum ordinary now, and live out my span and do what
I can. Simple.”
at the time I was doing a twenty-five minute run in the car to Marin County
near San Francisco each day. I kept catching these evangelical preachers on
the radio teaching the historic faith from the Bible. They were good
speakers. It was a bit interesting and besides I was interested in the five
Great Traditions (unlike the cults), that had stood the test of time:
Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, Judaism and Christianity. So, here was
Christianity being explained better than I’d heard it before, at least the
biblically oriented form of it. At first I was noticing the similarities
between elements of the Eastern and Christian teaching and worldviews; then
it became the differences that got my attention. Listening to the broadcasts
themselves, plus sending away for the tapes advertised on the radio over the
next few months, I must have put a couple of hundred hours of this
information through me.
still no contact with Christians I was now being educated to the first
principles of Christianity. I noted the claims Christ made for himself; his
claim to Deity24, and the promises he made--it really got my
attention. Thus, remembering my personal encounter with him, having been
reduced to nothing, and therefore having nothing to lose, I resolved to
acknowledge Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. Yikes! Those words seemed
uncomfortably religious to me. No matter.
going to be the most important decision I’d ever made. I knew about
decision: its power, place and importance. I’d taught my Decision Principle®
Training around the world. I could have made the decision in my living room,
but I wanted to make a marker of this one.
not a Christian. So I see a billboard promoting Billy Graham coming to town.
I’d heard of him, the biggest evangelist of the Twentieth Century. I thought
he was dead. “What a perfect opportunity to make a decision in front of
thousands of witnesses,” I thought.
1997. So with considerable anticipation I awaited the day of his arrival.
At the appointed hour I was probably the first one at the stadium and
mounted the stands. He talked. When he invited people down to make that
decision for Christ, down I went and was so close to the podium that I could
have almost polished his shoes. When the moment came to decide, I made that
decision, surely, definitely, no turning back.
from that moment, I was never the same again. It happened silently,
undramatically. I knew what it meant to be born again (that strange phrase).
A peace came over me that was back of feelings and experiences. With it came
new meaning and purpose and above all there came a substantive change of
heart and mind, which had eluded me throughout all those years of
experience, meditation practice and charismatic phenomena. And this had come
as a pure gift of the Grace of Christ independent of all my efforts or
What do I
mean by a change of heart and mind? Well, my temperament or disposition
started to soften and change, among other things. I noticed it; my son
noticed it. That was good enough for me. The seeker had died. I’d come to
rest. Perhaps I could have used terms like that in the past, but no, this
was new coin. And the old Michael Graham would have said, “Yes, I know what
you mean,” and I would have had to reply, politely of course, “No, you
don’t.” You see, I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
I was having found my sufficiency in Christ--no supplementation required.
“In Him are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge,” as the Bible
attitude toward the concept of God changed substantially, was renewed and
the Bible as
came alive to me with a quality and
unlike other written works of an intellectual or spiritual nature. It became
to me like sweet milk and meat to the soul. This didn’t mean that I had to
like everything it said. Nevertheless I believed it. The adjustment had to
be mine. I was no longer on the throne as arbiter of all truth. I had
submitted myself to Christ and the living Word. This was quite a leap, and
as I came to observe later, becomes a mark of someone who has enjoyed a
genuine turnaround in Christ or conversion.
So here I
was, reading the Bible with new eyes, spending time in prayer, listening to
excellent expository25 preaching and enjoying church fellowship.
What a change. This was a U-turn such that I couldn’t believe possible.
was a radical turnaround—a turnaround at the root and a most surprising one
at that. Nothing else but the Holy Spirit, not the spirit of the kundalini
Shakti, or the spirit of the guru, could penetrate to the core of my ruin.
What was the fruit of Christ’s Grace? Rest—existential rest—a rest
pertaining to my existence, most assuredly superior to any passing interior
states or dance of marvels on the periphery of my being--the yield of the
cosmic conjurings26--the dance of Shiva27.
So I walk
on in gratitude. With a thorough basis for comparison I cannot hesitate to
declare the preeminence and supremacy of Christ, his Grace and the
super-abundant sense of life He imparts to those who enter into a personal
and trusting relationship with Him.
“Come to me all those who are weary and heavily laden and I will give you
rest.” He said, “I am the Way, Truth and the Life”; “I am the light of the
world”, and “I have come that you may have life and have it abundantly.” And
he said, “Whoever drinks the water I shall give him, will become in him, a
fountain of water springing up to Eternal Life.” He also declared, “I am the
Alpha28 and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the
last.” Further, he said, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man
hears my voice, and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will eat with
him, and he with me.”
invitation beckons! The “God”-word was big in those days, yet he pointed to
himself as having a special saving relationship to the world. He wasn’t
speaking as the “Christ Consciousness” or as the “Christ Michael” or any
other contemporary, fashionable or mystic phantom, but as the once historic
and now ever present eternal figure of Jesus Christ, “…the same yesterday,
today and forever.”
around. I’ve seen a lot. Only pride would bar one from reaching for this
marvelous Grace by turning to him, who, on that cross at Calvary, consumed
in one cosmic act of sacrifice, the groaning momentum of sin (and “karmas”29)
that bind all persons interminably to an eternal separation from God.
not a light and fluffy subject. It warrants deep reflection. Its
ramifications30 extend into life, the mystery of death and
beyond. Take in more. That is why I have written the book titled “The
Experience of Ultimate Truth”. It takes you on a ride beyond the veil and
into the depths of this subject such that you might responsibly consider
what’s at stake and perhaps be pointed towards “The peace that passes all
understanding” and the “Truth that sets you free.”
it is beyond the scope of this short account to trace out most of the
incredible reasons to consider placing one’s trust in Christ. But it is the
story of how one man did so and thereby found inner peace. Read on…
Sanskrit - fourth state of consciousness.
Kundalini: Sanskrit - coiled, as in coiled serpent.
Kundalini Shakti: coiled/sleeping spiritual power within. Outwardly
expressed as the Divine Mother in Hinduism.
psychedelic drug leading to hallucinations.
Sanskrit - thought or mental devise intended to 'to free from the mind'.
yoga: a form of yogic practice focused physical postures and breathing
Sanskrit - 'action', refers here to outward physical manifestations of
Sanskrit - 'practice', means of Self-realization.
Sanskrit: ancient language of the Vedic and other Indian scriptures.
Bhagavad Gita: Sanskrit - 'song of God'. India's most well renowned
scripture featuring a dialogue between Lord Krishna and Arjuna, his
Benedictine: an ancient order of Christian monks
Pragmatic: of practical worth (as opposed to idealistic). Impacts
Dilattante: one who just dabbles in things - amateurish.
Pyrites: a mineral found in the ground often mistaken for gold.
Southern Hemisphere: the area and countries below the Equator.
Charismatic: in spiritual terms, spiritual experiences and manifestations
(as opposed to there being none)
Luminaries: people who influence and inspire others.
Hedonist: a pleasure seeker.
Repudiate: reject, disown, or protest.
Veda: Sanskrit - 'knowledge'. Particular ancient Indian scriptures.
Vedanta: Sanskrit - 'last portion of the Veda'. Claimed to be the
culmination of all knowledge.
Ephemeral: very short-lived, fleeting.
Gita: Sanskrit - 'song of the guru'. Describes function, virtues and powers
of the guru.
Deity: god or God. Refers to Christ's claim to be God in the flesh; the
Creator not the creature.
Expository: to make clear the meaning of something, explanatory.
Conjuring: calling forth as if by magic.
the high God in some schools of Indian thought. Here, refers to Shiva's
sport of creation, Lila or play.
and Omega: the first and last letters of the Greek alphabet.
Sanskrit - 'action'. Those actions (good and bad) done with attachment that
lead to eternal entrapment.
Ramifications: complex results of particular thinking, action or events.
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