In(Dhyana)

Vrindavan, Uttar Pradesh, India.

The birthplace of Lord Sri Krishna, Vishnu in human form. Actually, Krishna is bigger than Vishnu – the deeper you go into the metaphysics of any religion, the more details appear. Vishnu is the name of the Preserver from the Brahma – Vishnu – Shiva godly triad, but the first and most complete Vishnu is Lord Krishna. KRSHNA becomes the Supreme Being, the clue is in the name also, the name is God Themself.

Themself, God is not him and It’s not she, it is not a dual masculine or feminine entity. It’s the absolute union of the creator and its creation, of coming and going, or giving and receiving. That’s the psychological experience of everyday life, also, isn’t it? The so called karma dharma, cause and effect developments of everyday lives. We create a thought (masculine activity) and then we consume it by experiencing an emotion (feminine experience). We are the creators of our experiences and the experiences themselves. If we can realize that we are this complete cycle, it’s a beginning of enlightenment. This is some of my understanding of the Vedic Maha Maya, the illusory reality.

Then comes Krshna, The Supreme Godhead Self, the one soul source of all souls. We pick a fruit and the hand cannot taste it, we have to chew it and the taste needs to be given to the Mind and then we taste the fruit. Our bodies and minds do all the effort of alchemising maha maya and Krshna is that eternal Mind that feels everything, the Supreme Enjoyer of all senses.

This would be the beginning of bhakti, unconditional intense love for God, which is your source. All you need is love, love is the energetic pathway that will open you up to the Cosmic Being. Love is natural. Love feels good. Love makes you feel connected and purposeful. Love is healing. Love is meaning. And Love is also an ideal, it is not of this material world but it permeates everything in it. Love is God. And in Vrindavan, bhakti is the joyful science of loving God.

On a very random side note, I was thinking about Hristos the Christ, also, and how can Jesus be the Enjoyer? He is the Enjoyer of Suffering, he is the ideal masochist.

God has so many different faces, as many as there are people thinking about God. God plays with you personally, he is yours and you are his.

On the footsteps of Mahavatar Babaji.

Mahavatar Babaji is always with the Self. It is the Self. He is Jesus and Mohammed and Adiyogi and Kriya Nagaraj and he has always been and never was, because he was never born and thus, will never die. His Lotus feet are those of lord Sri Krishna and his eternal third eye is Tryambak Shiva.

This is how I started thinking about a ‘Free Krishna’ documentary / project. Lord Krishna of Bhagavad Gita is fully trapped by the dharma of conflict, Banke Bihari Krishna of Vrindavan is trapped by dharma, Gopal Krishna is trapped by his gopies (devotees), and so on. Alll these instances of Krishna are kept in time and space through the stories welded around them by intrusive sanatan dharma. Dharma is fate and karma is action, this is an action-reaction cycle of reality. It is the famous Buddhist wheel of Samsara, repetitive ups and downs, births and deaths, dying and rebirthing through which Humanity goes on and on. Mahavatar Babaji is Sri Krishna free of dharma. “Free Krishna” by forgetting about legends and rituals and find Truth and God within. Yoga.

Where is he now?
And where is the little self?

Born in 208, Nagaraj Kriya Mulaguru Sri Mahaavatar Babaji Tryambak should be 1815 years young. Is he in the Himalayas? Is he in Varanasi? Is he in Vrindavan? Is he in Pashupatinath, or Kashmir? Or is he in Ukraine, in Palestine, in the Middle East? Is he in America?!
Or is he in every breath, every live flame of the eternal fire, in every ray of Sun’s light?
Let’s find out.

GOPAL NANDANA

Mahavatar Babaji, Krishna without the dharma. Escaped Krishna. Runaway Eternal Consciousness. What if the Eternal Lord of the Universe decides to watch it all, instead of being it? The Observer meditating actively upon the physical and metaphysical manifestations. That’s Mahavatar Babaji. Naga Raj. Kriya Yogi. Leela guru.

GOVINDA GOVINDA GOPALA RADHE

Isn’t Vrindavan anywhere, isn’t it your experience? Only if you’re Sri Krishna, it is. If you’re a wannabe gopi, only Vrindavan is Vrindavan because a divine king has actually walked this dust, thousand of years ago. Jai Jagannath. Jai Sri Krishna. Let us always remember Babaji is Krishna. Free Krishna!

The realm of love students, the bhakta lokam. What is love and who, Object and Subject? Violence is a violation. Yet, it’s like that always between dimensions. One shall not cross with anger. Aum Namah Shivaya means that Shiva is Love. Vishnu is order but Shiva is Love. He is a perfect Bhakta because he is Love. And Krishna is the best yogi because he is yoga itself, which is love and order, combined.

How to deal with the turbulence of Life? When you are needed, give. Become a factory, a Robin Hood, take from the Divine Universe and alchemize it into things that are required by The People, like Jesus with the fish.
Jesus with the fish, everything is like Jesus & The Fish.

The psychoanalysis schools of thought that originated in Vienna and crossed the planet are:

First School, Will to Pleasure (Freud)
Second School, Will to Power (Adler)
Third School, Will to Meaning (logotherapy, Frankl)

Mahavatar Babaji, the (En)Lighting Light of Life and Truth. He’s Adi Yogi & Shiva and the chela of the vast timeless Siddhars, and his lotus feet are Krishna’s. Haribol!
Mahavatar Bababji – where neuroplasticity meets god

Bhagwan, speak to me. First, your name, please, so that we settle that once and for all. What do you mean, AAAUUUMMM? An onomatopoeic?! God, d’oh!

Vrindavan in spring. Vrinda – Ban, means something like ‘forest of tulsi’ or ‘garden of mangroves’ or some such. The air is airy fairy because of all the vegetation, the formerly lush banks of the Yamuna. The other day I was walking parikrama, which crosses Keshi ghat and Yamuna for a short distance, and nothing happened. Nothing is always happening, if you think about it. The ‘somethings’ are happening from time to time, here and there, and ‘something’ happens only because all the other ‘somethings’ are NOT happening. Semiotics. Things are designated by all the things they are not, they have no identity outside of negative comparison. But nothing, nothing always is, as the substratum. Nothing always happens. Nothing is happening.

For information, parikrama is a circular road around a town, walked by hundreds of thousands of devotees during holy times, which is all the times. The whole walkabout takes about 3-4 hours. Some other famous ones are Arunachala, Kashi, Tirupati, Narmada, Joshimath.

Trying to clean in India (yourself, your room) is a mental foray into the primordial soup of Akash memory. Everything has been touched; we already know that every particle of water has been through the cycle of dew-shit-dew I-don’t-know-how-many-times. In India, we consciously acknowledge this and thus, most things are bought unwrapped and unpacked; the seller will dust it a little with a tiny dust broom he keeps handy before passing it to you. It looks and feels vintage, but it’s not.

This, at first, is unnerving. Boundary violating. Then, a mystically metaphysical survival instinct kicks in and you realize your only boundary is the aura of your eternal soul, Atman. I am not the body (breathe in), I am not even the mind (breathe out). Not even that boundary is real because Atman is actually Paramatman, The God. Allahu Allah.

What about subtlety? The sensitive, the gold dust that surrounds all with consciousness. Only silence can feel it. This is another contradictory realzsation I’m having after listening to kirtan in the temple. So much expansive energy. It’s cool, get it! Raise the energy because that is needed so that you don’t melt back into the 5 elements. But don’t forget the silence, the nothing.

God-dust. Feel the god-dust around you. Neuroplasticity. Become what you want and that’s how you’ll get it. Questions work best for the brain, probably because they are free, creative, expansive. Questions make the brain waves become that (TAT TVAM ASI). So, if you want to be good, just ask yourself: ‘why am I so good?’

Therefore, I ask myself: why am I so close to God? Why do I achieve such intense, instant personal connection to all manifestation of God?

Allahu Masoli Allah
Mohammadin Wa Allah
Ali Mohammadin Wasallim

Why am I so healthy? Why am I so joyous? Why am I so calm and peaceful?

Inshaallah. Ya Arabi! Al Fatiha. & astagfirullah astagfirullah astagfirullah. Amin.

One thing is clear about time: the moon teaches us that it’s natural to go through phases and the sun teaches us to keep rising.

A Shadu Allah Illaha Illalah
Wa A Shadu Anna Mohammadin Abdul Rasool Allah
A Shadu Allah Illaha Illalah

Auzdu Bilahi Minash Shaitani Rajeem
Bismillahi Rahmani Raheem
Kulhu Allahu Ahad
Allahu Samad
Lamyalid Walamyulad
Walamyakulahu
KufuAnahad
Allahu Akhbar

Vrindavan is idylic. Even in these conditions of pain, hunger, loneliness and ignorance, Vaikuntha Goloka is still real. I feel it for the first time.
Yama is the Lord of Death, and Yamuna is his shakti, perhaps. His power. Krishna is the bliss of action, or kriya anand, he is the Original Personality and Radha, his personal love, the creation. It’s the brain and the heart, within the unity called the human organism. Krishna crosses the Yamuna to meet Radha on the other shore, at Keshi Ghat. A ghat is a set of steps leading down to a river, and Keshi is the name of the demon that little Sri Krishna killed there. The Creator is meeting his Creation at the confluence where the ego vanished in the river of Death.

Yamuna Ji does have a special vibe. ‘Deadly’. It is low and hot and dark, almost like a flowing marsh. It is oily and thick with creatures, plants and muddy minerals. It feels like a heavy water. Old, wise vibe… distinctly different from Ganga Ji. Ganga Ji is fast, angry, intense. Yamuna is passive, heavy, sticky.

Narasimha Dev

Om Namo Bhagavate Narasimhaya
Nams Tejas Tejase
Avir Avirbhava
Vajra Nakka Vajra Damstra
Karmasayan Randhaya Randhaya
Tano Grasa GRasa Om Swaha
Abhayam Abhaya, Atmani Bhuyistha
Om Ksraum

(the colourful photos are from Holi)