You should work like a master and not as a slave. . . . Do you not see how everybody works? Nobody can be altogether at rest; ninety-nine percent of mankind work like slaves, and the result is misery; it is all selfish work. Work through Freedom! Work through love! The word "love" is very difficult to understand; love never comes until there is freedom. . . . Selfish work is slave's work; and here is a test. Every act of love brings happiness; there is no act of love that does not bring peace and joy.
Shh wrote:I felt this incredible freedom, but towards the end of the "thing" I said "No I cant be like that, it's not safe." A couple of months after that I started having panic attacks I thought that I was most likely going insane.
anna wrote:Oh dear, I didn't mean to suggest that these kinds of experiences are ONLY a result of taking drugs.
anna wrote:... the only book I could find to explain the phenomena was a small book by somebody Greenlaw, called 'Kundalini or Psychosis", or something like that - it was a source of enormous comfort and support as I struggled to deal with my own dilemma. Later, I began to stumble into other books, mostly Indian teachers, who miraculously described my own experiences, and I began to be more comfortable and less frightened therefore.
anna wrote:I mentioned drugs only because many folks DO indeed fall into similar experiences through the use of mind altering drugs, so I suggested that possibility, but did not mean to suggest in any way that Shh's situation was due to that possibility. I did however, and still do, suggest that until it is integrated within her own consciousness, that she slow down, and cease altogether for a while, progress on the path, until she is comfortable with the experiences.
anna wrote:It has been many years since I have encountered other souls that have stumbled into this kind of situation, and thought perhaps that because of better communication, and more accessibility to "experts" in the field, less folks were left swinging in the wind when this kind of event occured in a seeker's life, but I guess I have been in the woods too long!
"The real does not die, the unreal never lived. Once you know that death happens to the body and not to you, you just watch your body falling off like a discarded garment. The real you is timeless and beyond birth and death. The body will survive as long as it is needed. It is not important that it should live long"
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the peace of God.
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