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.