04 The Cycle Of Time

About this track - A talk on the basic technique of Raja Yoga and a series of four meditation commentaries. Take a journey, firstly to the centre of the inner being and from there to a new dimension beyond the material world, to the Home of rest and sweet silence, where we can establish a connection with the Supreme Soul.

Transcript

Om Shanti, A meditation on the cycle, The passage through birth and rebirth, And birth again through all the ages of history. I the soul, Draw myself into the consciousness of being, Just the soul. The seed, The tiny pinpoint of bright, Divine light that is I the self. The soul that contains the recording of the entire cycle of eighty-four lives. This is I. I draw myself away from the consciousness of this body, As a tiny little light, A being. I go far beyond the consciousness of this life, And as I fly far away from this world, I reach the home of light, And I see myself as I truly am, A being who has passed through all time. I see my future, Which is my long, Far distant past, My golden age at stage. I see myself in the perfect form as the deity, The human who is divine in all aspects, Full with all virtues, Complete, A perfect being, One who has all qualifications, Perfectly balanced, And totally beautiful. I see myself as the golden age at king, The queen, The royal being, One who has complete self-sovereignty. Nature follows my each and every signal. Science serves my every desire, And each desire is pure and for the benefit of the whole kingdom. I pass through birth after birth, And I arrive into the silver age. Before there were so few of us deities, Now there are more. The world seems bigger. There are more palaces, More beautiful gardens. It is a reflection of the perfection of the golden age. Still I am pure, Still I am perfect, But gently there is a decline. But I continue changing my costume, One pure body into another and another. And then something happens, My crown of light is lost, And body consciousness comes. There is such a subtle loss, But yet it is a loss, And I have found myself in the world of mortals. As a human being, It is now the copper age. I remember there is a being, There is a source of might and light, But I can't reach that being. But I remember there is someone. I build temples, My devotion to that someone is at its highest peak. And as the lives go by, I write scriptures, I perform austerities, But yet I seem to be moving further away, Negative karma comes, And I have fallen into the iron age. All around there is suffering, Confusion, Spirituality is dying, Religion becomes irreligious, And there is strife among humanity. Still I search, And at last, In my last body, I find that supreme being once again, And I come into the diamond age, The age of enlightenment. I am in the confluence age. I am rising, Journeying back to my pure, Perfect, Golden age stage. This is the return journey.