Yesterday I Danced with Death and the End
Yesterday I danced with death and the end.
I was freed to see and feel the collapse of it all. All of us – all of Itself – silent, still –no one left – no place left – this was the edge I saw – our transition point and moment.
In this deep virtual mental walk I contained the Universe and the beginning of It in my vision; all of It as It continues to grow Itself – yet now I see that the place I was was here, on this planet, as one of us in time and waiting for the sun to super nova and wipe out the entire evidence we ever existed.
At that moment of deepest sadness and gratefulness I saw a lotus blossom of pure white and I remembered a writing a man gave to me . . . man I met while an inmate of the Clark County jail in Las Vegas. He was the most simple and kind and yet dominate male in our block – a 5’4” guy, a Sri Aurobindo devotee and look alike – oh long story – 10 days together . . .
The last time I saw him he wrote me this note . . left it on my bed when I reentered our cell after going to court – he was asleep with his back turned – his Pall Mall still smoldering and his black coffee still steaming!
He always wrote an image on top of each of his papers. I have later learned it is a perfect 3~(OM sign) - I still have this actual note in his handwriting – I have kept it close to me since August 1976 – it is now in a frame.
This was his note and prayer – in his beautiful script . . .below the symbol . as I read it there in my cell, as conscious gratitude for the touch of God, I instantly committed to repeated it 108 times right there and right then:
3~ OM Mani Padme Hum
OM: - I invoke the Path and experience of Universality, so that
MANI: - the Jeweline luminosity of my Immortal Mind
PADME: - Be unfolded within the depths of the Lotus-Center of Awakened Consciousness
HUM: And I be wafted by the ecstasy of breaking through All Bonds and Horizons . . .
(signed)
OM Mani Padme Hum
Sri Virat
As I continued to utter this mantra in amazement - in that moment I was unexpectedly escorted and released - no bail - case dropped . . I was guilty & I had already confessed.
I reflected back I then notice I was now holding the entire Universe as I contemplated his message:
suddenly: The Universe was replaced by this beautiful lotus blossom; I was now seeing from above - all in the darkness.
Below me – it looked huge and now I can’t tell – but I seemed to be hovering over it from miles above. . like it was a city . . .or I was holding this blossom as it grew and was aging on the lower petals – the brownness at the microscopic level all of the cells were bursting and erupting on the edges, like my thoughts - and the most outside bottom petals, that were the biggest, and most decomposed and brown are preparing to fall away into the abyss of the space surrounding, like our friends or loved ones as they transition out of our lives – I fell deep into the mass of the lotus blossom and felt the never ending protrusion and gentle slow movement of the center of pure white soft being born petals - I walked into that center brightness . . . and bathed in the warmth . . .
I was freed to see and feel the collapse of it all. All of us – all of Itself – silent, still –no one left – no place left – this was the edge I saw – our transition point and moment.
In this deep virtual mental walk I contained the Universe and the beginning of It in my vision; all of It as It continues to grow Itself – yet now I see that the place I was was here, on this planet, as one of us in time and waiting for the sun to super nova and wipe out the entire evidence we ever existed.
At that moment of deepest sadness and gratefulness I saw a lotus blossom of pure white and I remembered a writing a man gave to me . . . man I met while an inmate of the Clark County jail in Las Vegas. He was the most simple and kind and yet dominate male in our block – a 5’4” guy, a Sri Aurobindo devotee and look alike – oh long story – 10 days together . . .
The last time I saw him he wrote me this note . . left it on my bed when I reentered our cell after going to court – he was asleep with his back turned – his Pall Mall still smoldering and his black coffee still steaming!
He always wrote an image on top of each of his papers. I have later learned it is a perfect 3~(OM sign) - I still have this actual note in his handwriting – I have kept it close to me since August 1976 – it is now in a frame.
This was his note and prayer – in his beautiful script . . .below the symbol . as I read it there in my cell, as conscious gratitude for the touch of God, I instantly committed to repeated it 108 times right there and right then:
3~ OM Mani Padme Hum
OM: - I invoke the Path and experience of Universality, so that
MANI: - the Jeweline luminosity of my Immortal Mind
PADME: - Be unfolded within the depths of the Lotus-Center of Awakened Consciousness
HUM: And I be wafted by the ecstasy of breaking through All Bonds and Horizons . . .
(signed)
OM Mani Padme Hum
Sri Virat
As I continued to utter this mantra in amazement - in that moment I was unexpectedly escorted and released - no bail - case dropped . . I was guilty & I had already confessed.
I reflected back I then notice I was now holding the entire Universe as I contemplated his message:
suddenly: The Universe was replaced by this beautiful lotus blossom; I was now seeing from above - all in the darkness.
Below me – it looked huge and now I can’t tell – but I seemed to be hovering over it from miles above. . like it was a city . . .or I was holding this blossom as it grew and was aging on the lower petals – the brownness at the microscopic level all of the cells were bursting and erupting on the edges, like my thoughts - and the most outside bottom petals, that were the biggest, and most decomposed and brown are preparing to fall away into the abyss of the space surrounding, like our friends or loved ones as they transition out of our lives – I fell deep into the mass of the lotus blossom and felt the never ending protrusion and gentle slow movement of the center of pure white soft being born petals - I walked into that center brightness . . . and bathed in the warmth . . .
