Friends, these days I spend most of my time traveling. I keep writing something or the other in between the travels. Nature has beautiful views. Different kinds of animals and birds are roaming freely, living their own world. Of course they have less brain, but they have got a lot of freedom. Of course they get less security. They understand the importance of freedom very well. That is why it is almost impossible to domesticate them. They understand that in human society, they may get better development and security, but they cannot get freedom like the jungle. Along with development and security, harmful defects like social bondage, stress, and slavery come by themselves like uninvited guests.
How good it would be if we get a human-like brain and freedom like a wild animal together. This would be like icing on the cake. This will help us get complete freedom along with development and security. When we were children, there used to be many domestic animals in our house like cows, buffaloes, dogs, cats, etc. Our ancestors were most concerned about the freedom of animals. As soon as the sun rose, they used to release them from the pegs and hand them over to us children to graze them in the forest. All of us children used to gather in the forest and play a lot, driving our flocks with the help of thin branches of trees, worrying not to hurt them. Sometimes we used to climb a high hill and sit in small cabins built between the steep rocks so that we could avoid getting wet in the rain. Sometimes we used to climb a branch of a fallen tree and swing. Sometimes we used to go to the pond to take a bath. We often used to see a snake peeping out of a hole in a corner of that pond. But it never came out. We used to consider it like a god. Children are children. They are not the ones to get scared and they are not the ones to stop from taking a bath. Today the soul shivers remembering that scene. Once a mischievous child took a high jump from the rock lying above the snake’s hole and dived into the pond. He did not come out for a long time. We thought that he must have died of suffocation. We all got worried. Then he came out, that too completely fresh, as if nothing had happened. I still wonder how that happened. Was that snake really some god! By the way, I am not a superstitious person. Many things happen coincidentally. Similarly, once all the children ran after a cobra and were harassing it with sticks. That cobra too raised its hood in defense and hissed loudly in anger. Then they moved back a little. I had sensed the danger and I also felt pity for that snake. With my repeated persuasion, they agreed with great difficulty and left it. They used to do many such strange mischiefs which cannot be written here.
Friends, once during the travels I came to know about a small beautiful island built in a lake. There is also a beautiful rest house there. Adventure tourists often go there to stay overnight. Some people also call it Naglok that’s serpent abode. There is an abundance of poisonous cobras there. You will often find them crawling here and there, not in numbers of one or two but in many. And you will find them basking in the sun even in winters. Generally, snakes are not seen in winters because they hide in deep holes to avoid the cold. Out of fear, no employee wants to go to that rest house. That is why the same single local person has been employed there for the last thirty years. He mostly stays alone there day and night, because tourists come only occasionally. And anyway, there are very few adventurous tourists. He has also become old now. According to him, in the history of thirty years, no one has died of snake bite in that island including the rest house. This is also surprising. Perhaps snakes bite out of fear. Because they get a free environment on that island, that is why they are not afraid there. If any snake enters the rest house, he picks it up by its tail with his bare hands and throw it away. Perhaps he has become accustomed to it. Wild peacocks also roam around nearby the rest house to guard it. Snakes also stay away due to fear of them. Perhaps animals and birds also recognize their duties. Many people encouraged me to go there, roam there and stay there but to tell the truth I never had the courage. Why should I boast falsely.
Friends, in the same way in childhood sometimes we used to steal corn from the unknown farms on the top of the hill and after lighting a fire in the jungle, we used to cook them into corn cobs and eat them. This used to make a nice camp fire party. Sometimes we used to steal bananas from the gardens of people who had gone to the city and eat them. Sometimes we used to steal coconuts, jaggery etc. from home and take them to the jungle and celebrate a feast there. Sometimes some more mischievous children would deliberately make their animals jump over the thorny thicket and enter the grasslands of others so that they would not have to be driven continuously as they would get plenty of grass at one place and they would also give more milk. Sometimes we would have a lot of fun by making the bulls fight with each other. A child considered his bull to be the biggest champion and used to praise him with great pride. One day both my bulls together destroyed his reign. Of course that child kept crying calling it cheating but what was to happen had happened. His bull had accepted the slavery of my two bulls. There was a lot of love between those two bulls. Both of them were real brothers. The younger bull was very strong and his name was heard everywhere. But he respected his elder brother. The mighty younger bull was always scared of him and never raised his eyes towards him. Of course the elder bull was gentle and weak and the small bull would pounce on the bulls attacking him like lightning. Then after getting his support the elder bull also got the courage to fight. That pair looked exactly like the pair of Ram and Laxman to me. The elder bull kept the younger bull under control because excess is bad everywhere. The younger bull sometimes ran to hit even men. At that time the elder bull also ran to him him as if he was explaining to him. I think they talk to each other through these types gestures.
Friends, I mean to say that Kundalini develops well only by spending time in an environment full of love and cooperation along with freedom, and when the time comes, it awakens by giving it extra strength. Everyone likes freedom because the soul is supremely free and everyone wants to attain the soul. The real good use of physical freedom is that it can give spiritual freedom. Otherwise, there is no benefit. Whatever little benefit is seen, it is an illusion. It is a momentary or temporary benefit. In this eternal life stream, temporary things have no existence, no matter how big it may appear. If Kundalini Yoga is not done even after getting freedom, then it is useless. Better than that is slavery in which one gets a chance to do Kundalini Yoga. Of course, it may look like slavery from outside, but in reality it is leading towards supreme freedom. That is why in the olden times, people seeking spirituality used to follow strict discipline and stay in the company of a capable Guru and practice Yoga Sadhana by following the path shown by him. From the outside, they appeared to be slaves of their Guru, but in reality, they were the most independent or say the most free. Yogis, with the power of freedom of soul generated by meditation, used to spend their whole life in captivity or slavery of a deserted cave practicing yoga. Many times, what is visible is not the truth, and what is true is not visible. The slavery of yoga and humanity is sometimes irritating because it lacks love. This means that love is the most important part of humanity. Love deminishes the feeling of slavery. In a way, it can be said that children, animals and most of the women accept slavery only for the love. Together, that is why Tantric Yoga is considered the best yoga, because in it yoga is mixed with love. Due to this, the yoga which is considered boring and bondage-like in the common people becomes extremely entertaining and extremely freestyle. Friends, to understand this post completely, one should also read the next post of this blog, “Kundalini Yoga vs. Caste System”.
Demystifying Kundalini 