Chaturmukha Part 3 - mRdayopaliptaM
Chapter Six - The Master, The Monkey and The Monster
The Inner Dialogue (part 2/4)
One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end. - Jiddu Krishnamurti
Freedom from the Known
"Tat Tvam Asi", Sena listened to Truth attentively :
You are neither body nor life. You are Pathfinder. Tat Tvam Asi, That you are.
In the beginning there was Being Alone, one only, without a second and from that Non-Being, Being was born. As the bees gathering nectars from the flowering trees in every direction and those nectars, who do not know from which tree they belong become one single honey, Being is born from Non-Being.
That which is the finest essence, the whole universe has That as its soul. That is Reality, That is Self, and That you are. Tat Tvam Asi.
One might lead a blindfolded man from his Motherland and abandon him in an uninhabited place. He would travel to the east, the west, the north or the south, but he would never know where he is heading, since he had been blindfolded and abandoned. And just as someone has removed the blindfold would tell him the right direction, That resourceful man will start asking the learned in every village and would arrive at his Motherland from where his journey had started.
That is the Master who teaches him that he shall not be released until he has broken the bonds of ignorance. Then, he will arrive home.
By whose wish did That first thought alight upon the mind ?
Of That first breath to ensue, which cause is behind ?
By whose desire That one utter the words ?
Who was the agent of the eye That saw, the ear That heard ?
Tat Tvam Asi.
That which is not thought, becomes thought.
That which is not heard, becomes heard.
That which is not known, becomes known.
That you are.
Identity is a mere verbal distinction. With a single lump of clay one would know about everything made from clay, the difference being a mere verbal distinction, just a name, the reality is only 'clay'. Similarly, identity comes from the Motherland, comes from the language spoken, and comes from the way of life itself. But all these are mere verbal distinction. The absoluteness is Tat Tvam Asi.
The Self is beyond identity but is prisoned inside the cobweb of ignorance. Fell to free the Self from the Known. Feelings and Known are two wings that carry the body with the Self trapped inside. Fail to fly; the Self will set up the way. Unite with the Self to eliminate confusion and thus, the course shall be cleared. When the blindfold is removed, the path will be seen through the Self and not by the eyes that project what the conscious mind instructs it to see.
The creation is the root and desire is the cause. The Creator desired and creation happened. He desired more. He wanted his creation to think of Him and Him only. He brought His war to this world and won them all to give his creations a reason to think of Him. He went a step ahead and became partial to certain of His own creations allowing him to be blinded from the fact that all were His own. He fought the war that was not rightly His to fight.
This desire of His, caused the Birth of Evil. His desire to desire more produced a weed that had the ability to grow and reproduce itself just like an unwanted plant between the crops.
A being was in conflict with his brother. The Creator shot him dead to gain the respect of the being, not knowing that He was watering the weed all the while. He, later, realized being a slave to the King Ego. A Devine Enlightenment occurred – The Creator desired not to desire.
By that time, the weed had already established its own Kingdom. The Evil wished to throw down the Creator and take his place. It fed the minds with lies and falsehoods, all the while building his own army against the Creator. When the Evil came to know that Light was the prime source of Universe and processing Light is power, it tricked a Human to steal it from the Creator. Thus, the Creator hid the Light inside his creation and made them forget about Him, so that they shall not be influenced by the Evil anymore.
That you are - a chariot carrying the Light back to its Source.
"O! Prime Mover", the Creator listened, "What shall become the poor souls ? Will they realise been abandoned ?"
"None shall be abandoned, none shall be guided neither. It is up to them to realise that they are none other than Me. Lost they will roam, but just like the stream reaching the ocean, they will blossom again in my Garden", assured the Architect of the Universe.
O! Lord of Creation, The Creator observed keenly, "In this maze of life, allow them to at least see the Light."
Bharatavarsham, this land is named, where the Creator grouped his creation that carried His Light, a land between Sagarmatha, the Mother Source and Mahasagar, the Great Ocean. Bha, the Light; Rathavarsham, the chariot carrying the illumination. To allow the forgotten souls to remember, the Creator visited Bharatavarsham taking the forms of the nature.
The woodcutter saw a man on flames. The sheepherders witnessed a naked woman seated on snow. The sailors noticed a man walking on the sea. The sentries witnessed a woman flowing with the wind. The villagers registered the presence of a form that could not be seen.
Thus, The Holy Spirit reached to the lost souls. It taught them realization and methods to eradicate the dirt that covered the Light. These five forms portraying the Nature gifted the lost souls the verses of the Creator : Santhana Dharma - You have the Light, it’s up to you to enlighten.
Sanathana Dharma is like a free flowing river, it has no custodian, and anybody can quench their thirst from it.
An intelligent man who wrote poetries at the snap of his fingers used to sit outside his house. He cherished every moment when the passerby greeted him and praised him. Every day he saw a washer man carrying dirty clothes on his head, but he never looked at the Poet or praised him.
One day the Poet sang a song on the washer man to amuse the crowd gathered in front of the house :
My dog is so special among,
Cleans my feet with its tongue.
Every day it walks with new sorrow wrung,
Just like a washer man not so young.
The crowd laughed, but the washer man kept walking away. The next day the washer man carried twice the pile of dirty clothes on his head and started to run in circles in front of the Poet's house. People ran to all corners thinking that the washer man had become mad. The Poet stormed out of his house and yelled at the washer man :
Fool, stop running carrying that heap of dirt on your head !
The washer man stopped running and replied :
I can halt anywhere. I can discharge the dirt anytime.
But you moron, how will you, all that dirt in your mind.
The blindfold around the Poet’s eyes was removed. The Poet’s eyes brightened. In the Lightness he sang :
Wish I were a Washer man of Conscience,
And clean all the dirt in my mind.
From then, the Poet sung songs about enlightenment addressing his Self, sometimes as his Kid, at times as his Sight, and often as the one he loved the most.
The Kingdom of the Creator on this world flourished under the Devine verses of Sanathana Dharma, until the resting Evil found its way to creep back again. Similar to the roots of the weed that does not perish; the Evil crawled into the Varna and entered the three Gunas of man's mind:
नियतं सङ्गरहितमरागद्वेषतः कृतम् । अफलप्रेप्सुना कर्म यत्तत्सात्त्विकमुच्यते ॥
यत्तु कामेप्सुना कर्म साहंकारेण वा पुनः । क्रियते बहुलायासं तद्राजसमुदाहृतम् ॥
अनुबन्धं क्षयं हिंसामनपेक्ष्य च पौरुषम् । मोहादारभ्यते कर्म यत्तत्तामसमुच्यते ॥
niyatam sanga rahitam araga dveshatah kritam | aphala prepsuna karma yat tat sattvikam uchyate||
yat tu kamepsuna karma sahankarena va punan | kriyate bahulayasam tad rajasam udahritam ||
anubandham kshayam hinsam anapekshya cha paurusham |mohad arabhyate karma yat tat tamasam uchyate ||
The Evil took complete procession of the lost souls. It twisted the Creator's words and planted a false message inside the wandering minds.
Thus, the first disturbance among the creations happened. Dispute within Motherland and quarrel over spoken language led to the question of identity. Alas, Bharatavarsham is no more addressed the same way. It is called by another name that is not even the proto-language that these ignorant are striving to safeguard.
The language of the universe is silence. The language of the ignorant is the tongue.
Remember, O! Muddled One, all are the sprouts from the same seed. Neither the mountains are dead as they don't breath nor the humans are alive because they breathe. The landscapes - hills, plains, plateaus, deserts, oceans - and the vegetation - grass, shrubs, climbers, and trees are just like the various qualities of a human.
All belong to a single system and I, My and Self are all one and the same. Tat Tvam Asi.
... to be continued ...
1/ Tat Tvam Asi - Chandogya Upanishad 6.8.7
2/ नियतं सङ्गरहितमरागद्वेषतः कृतम् । ... mohad arabhyate karma yat tat tamasam uchyate ||
- Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 18, verses 23–25
That action which is devoid of fruitive desires, free from attachment and repulsion, which is performed as duty, is the nature of goodness.
That action which one with desires for fruitive results or egotistical performs with great endeavor, is the nature of passion.
That action which begun out of illusion, without considering the consequence, destruction, violence and one's own ability to fulfill it, is the nature of nescience.
3/ Varna - Kind (order)
4/ Guna - Virtue