Guru Siyag’s Siddha Yoga
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Hmm, well I was bored and had nothing to do. So I sat down and decided to meditate.
I felt some warmth in the legs a few times. There was a powerful stillness everywhere.
So I kept going. I eventually fell into a sleep.
In the dream, many various things happened. One interesting thing is I almost walked directly into a gigantic spiderweb.
THE TRUTH IS:
whatever is in your mind will control you. whatever tensions you have. hates. whatever. and they will unravel in due time. either in a non-injurious or injurious way.
a fascinating dream about Zui
I have not practiced GSSY for at least 6 months if not longer. I’ve been having numerous astral projections and remote viewings since then. Now, last night, I was in a situation in a classroom of sorts. And Zui was walking towards me with one breast exposed. I motioned to her to close her shirt up because others might see it.
Then she walks over to a wall and exposes her back.
She has 2 breasts hanging down lower than they would be on the front. And below those two feet appear. She has her knees bent and she says: “i’m going to do some breathing now” — at this point she turns into a fully jet black figure which I recognize as Shiva. She says: “dont fight it. just accept it”
_anything_ you do with you body is effect!
I tell you, once you realize that Siddha Yoga is really a spiritual practice, then you really connect in. Anything that you do during the practice, such as moving the eyes, furrowing the brow… any of that had a SPIRITUAL ORIGIN. This practice, when done in the SPIRITUAL realm (3rd eye) with your SPIRITUAL self (truth body) really fills you up with bliss.
My name is Shakti
Powerful shakti, beautiful shakti, pretty pretty shakti
Universal shakti, eternal shakti, bhakti for the shakti showering my ears
Oh kundalini, mother kundalini, won’t you ride home and accomplish all siddhi
Kundalini shakti, shakti, shakti, powerful shakti, Oh how I love thee
The naada is the sound that heralds your return
Drunk on your power as you gently turn
my body left and lift up my head
make your way home yes swiftly tread
for soon I shall be dead!
Oh kundalini shakti, shakti, shakti
powerful shakti, pretty pretty shakti
shakti, shakti, shakti, shakti
oh I how love three, bhakti for the shakti
easy reprogramming of the human biocomputer
the way your body basically works is like this: it sees or hears something. It decides if that something is pro or contra survival. If it is pro survival thoughts of pleasure and desire arise. If that something is contra survival, various negative thoughts and emotions arise.
Now, the last thing the biological machine needs when sitting down to meditate is to see or hear things which threaten it’s survival. Understanding surrender, we have just made our job much harder.
So what to do? I have an idea, give ourselves from pro survival pictures to look out. Hey, how about Guru Siyag’s face? And what about some soothing sounds? How about that Secret Mantra that Gurudev initiated you with?
Well, what do you know? We have the perfect combination of pictures and sounds, to keep the biocomputer away from negativity for a good 15 minutes! Righteous!
Anthroposophy Dream
Awhile back, I met a lady who was into Rudolf Steiner’s Anthroposophy. After doing some research on it, I saw that it was a racialist philosophy and dropped it.
Last night, in a dream, I was in an elevator. And I saw that woman. I walked up to her and said: ‘isnt steiner a racialist… i really dont jibe with that…’ — she cut me off and took me into a room. She kneeled down and put her mouth to my right ear and began to sing a series of tones. They were beautiful and familiar. And they sent me travelling rapidly down something that looked like a upward sloping golf course.
I was travelling towards trees in the middle of the grass and I would just go right through them.
After awhile I came back to the room and reached out to hug her and thank her but she moved quickly away from me and the room as well. Other people were in this large, high-ceilinged room as well..
emotional turmoil
My mom tried to play the guilt card. She tried to rope me into going home by listing out all the sacrifices she made for me. She ended the call all choked up in tears and could barely get off the phone without wailing in tears (which I’m sure she is doing right now).
I like how she tries to paint a picture of me as the ungrateful son. I really have cooked up a serious negative weight here. Just how bad do you want to know your Eternal self over the conditional good feelings that the one who birthed you can give you?
You spent your first 9 months in a flesh body with her voice and mind controlling your development. Then 18 years of further control. And now the various games continue… unless you go ahead and give in. And start to hypnotize yourself with her slogans — parental respect, be a good person, etc.
Now, the fundamental question she never could answer: who am I? who are you? What do you mean YOU helped ME? Dont you realize that is not even possible? There is no you!!!
may as well keep the mantra going…
This story can be told from 2 points of view. Me, the flesh being. Or me the Creator of experience for the flesh being.
So anyway, what happened is in this dream, I left the door to the house open. This dude with a gun makes his way in. Now, he comes right up to me and points the gun at my face as if to kill me. And the whole time, I keep the Secret Mantra going.
Now, the problem with this story is obvious. I created the whole scenario in my mind. The real me was never in jeopardy and the whole matter was a huge joke. Now the goal is to see just how I’m doing the same thing in the waking state.
