Science of Breath Seminar, 30th October – 5th November 2016

Science of Breath Seminar
30th October – 5th November 2016
at Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama, Rishikesh, India
with Marilou Hermens,
Senior Teachers and SRSG Teaching Staff

Subtleties of breath practices

“An intensive practice of Pranayama’s 3 times a day! It is a true gift to yourself…Complete breath, kapalabati (different levels for beginners and advanced), bhastrika (different levels for beginners and advanced), bhramari (different levels and beginners or advanced), ujjayi, nadi shodhanam (different types). This seminar can be done while remaining in silence to deepen your personal inner journey. Beginners and advanced practitioners are all welcome and will be guided according to their level.”

– Marilou Hermens


Open to all

Cost: Cost of SRSG hospitality plus goodwill offering for instruction

Marilou Hermens is a faculty member of HYT-TTP (Himalayan Yoga Tradition – Teacher Training Program), teaches at the teacher training retreats at Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama, and serves as a mentor; she also has a center in the Netherlands (http://www.yogameditatie.nl/).

Contact: AHYMSIN Office

The Yoga of the Netra Tantra, 20th – 27th October 2016

The Yoga of the Netra Tantra

Third Eye and Overcoming Death

A Retreat Seminar with Dr. Bettina Sharada Bäumer

October 20th to 27th, 2016

at Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama, Rishikesh, India

The Netra Tantra is one of the authoritative scriptures of non-dualist Kashmir Shaivism (dated not later than 700 AD) with important sections on Yoga. It is the only Tantra on the third Eye of Shiva, and it is also called Mrityujit or Mrityunjaya, “the Overcomer of Death”, relating to the form of Shiva revealed in it and to his mantra. The commentary by Ksemaraja (early 11th century) is an important help in understanding this profound text and its practice.

The teacher:

Dr. Bettina Sharada Bäumer is a direct disciple of the last Master of Kashmir Śaivism, Swami Lakshman Joo (1907-1991). She lives in Varanasi since 1967 where she has her own teaching and research centre. She is an accredited Professor at the Universities of Vienna and Salzburg, Austria, in Religious Studies. She has taught at these and several other universities in Europe.

She has authored and edited 25 books in Sanskrit, English and German, and about 60 research articles, mainly in the fields of Āgama/ Tantra and Kashmir Śaivism, Upanishads, Indian aesthetics, temple architecture and religious traditions of Orissa, and interreligious dialogue.

Regular Practice:

Attending this teaching would not in any way mean changing your regular practice in the tradition of our Gurudeva Swami Rama.

Daily practice of usual hatha in our tradition and daily silent meditation of one hour will also continue.

Offerings:

As we are having eminent high level scholar and sadhika as our guest, in addition to covering the costs of SRSG hospitality, to keep an offerings envelope ready to correspond with the level of her eminence.

Requirements:

Experience in meditation and yoga. Some knowledge of Sanskrit will be helpful. but it is not an essential requirement. Only full participation will be allowed because the text needs to be studied in its entirety.

Contact:

Contact: ahymsin@ahymsin.org

December Message, 2008

In the Tantra tradition, Time is a deity. There are temples to Mahākāla (the Great Time) in places as diverse as Ujjayini (the ancient Indian astronomers’ Greenwich) and Mongolia.

In this tradition, dates are mother goddesses (as they are gods and goddesses in the ancient Maya civilization of Yucatan and Guatemala).

May the Time-God smile on you as Janus scans the worlds with his two faces. May the Time-God’s smiles be scattered on your paths like so many snow-white blossoms of prosperity, family happiness, and – above all – each day, the realization of a new truth, discovery of a new layer of reality.

Time-God has always been smiling at me in the form of your love and kindly dispositions and I rejoice. May all 365 mother-goddesses make you rejoice as you journey through their realms.

Have the Great Time as your friend.

With all affection,
Swami Veda Bharati
Rishikesh

When meditating I generate too much saliva. How can I solve this problem?

Question

I have encountered a problem when I meditate: I generate too much saliva. I focus too much on the position of my tongue which eventually makes me tense unconsciously the muscles of my jaw. I would like to know the right position of the tongue when meditating and also how to approach this problem to solve it.

Answers

Two have answered this question: Lalita Arya (Ammaji) and Michael Smith.

Lalita Arya (Ammaji)

Anything that causes distraction before or during meditation means that the person is not meditating as the thoughts are on the distraction. Try practicing the various postures for sitting in meditation – when NOT meditating. While doing any acts that do not require use of tongue – trying keeping the tongue rolled back as often as possible so eventually this becomes as natural as possible. This will take some time, be patient.
If and when it does still become distracting – pay attention to the distraction until it goes away, but relaxation is VERY necessary. The whole idea of meditating is to relax BOTH body and mind.

Michael Smith

I’m going by my memory of what Swami Rama said or wrote someplace about the tongue and salivation . . . maybe it was at a lecture or on an audio.

The main instruction is to relax the mouth, lips, tongue etc. In beginning meditation, the mouth is gently closed without any tension in the jaw, tongue or root of the tongue. The teeth gently touch and the tongue rests gently at the roof of the mouth (the soft palate).

When I go to the dentist, the dentist says that I salivate a lot. It might be because of nervous tension, or that my mouth is open, or that I’m holding my tongue in a tense way.  Maybe the salivation would diminish if I relaxed my tongue.  The next time I go to the dentist, I’ll make a point to consciously relax my tongue and see if that makes a difference.

Maybe it was on an audio recording. I could not find much in the usual books, such as Meditation and Its Practicebut in that book, in answer to a Question about disturbances, such as the body itching, the head tilting to one side, the eyes tearing up, the need to swallow, etc., Swami Rama said, “Such disturbances occur during the preliminary stages of meditation. If one does not overeat, learns to keep the mind free from preoccupations, and observes the body, these things can be checked easily.” (p. 84).


Editor’s Note

If you have any questions about your spiritual practice, you may write to the AHYMSIN Spiritual Committee at adhyatmasamiti@gmail.com.

Half a Halo

God is mother.

Mother therefore is sacred.

Mother’s milk is sacred.

One’s first experience of love is from receiving mother’s milk.

“If you have truly drunk your own mother’s milk come face me” – challenges one Indian warrior to another.

Purity is milk-white in the idiom of the common parlance.

Milky Way is the sacred Ganges of the sky, ākāśha-gangā, in Sanskrit.

All milch animals, especially the cow, for these reasons are sacred and inviolable.

The last loving act of the day a mother or a wife performs in an Indian home is to bring a full glass of sweetened milk, sometimes saffron-scented, to the child or to the beloved and one sleeps thereafter with nourished heart and contented mind.

Milk is the most complete food and a symbol of love.

The first item as an offering of hospitality to a guest is sweet speech. The second is water to wash hands, feet, and face. And the third is a bowl of sweetened milk (notwithstanding the modern and ubiquitous tea and acid-cola).

When yogis have foresworn grains or even fruits they live on a glass of milk a day which is often brought to their meditation cottages and caves by nearby villagers, throughout the entire Himalayan region. These yogis are known as doodhaahaari Babas.

Milk is often poured on an icon, or the icon is immersed into a milk bowl, in daily worship services and then the milk is distributed to the congregation as prasādam which is taken like a sanctified sip of ambrosia.

It is a common sight in India to see cows leave their village pens in the morning, wander off alone to graze and then to see them return in the evening with full bountiful udders, entirely on their own and unattended. The Sanskrit word for dusk is go-dhuli, “hour of the cow’s dust.” It is common practice to keep a cow in the home, for it is the presence of a mother figure and people have a special personal relationship with their cows. Cowherds have very sweet names for each one of their cows.

One cowherd would see his favorite cow return in the evening with empty udders and thought that someone was taking milk by stealth. One day he followed the cow through the pasture and came upon a hill, where she stood at the peak and milk flowed from her udders onto the spot. The hillside was excavated and a Shiva temple was discovered. The cow had been pouring her milk libations onto the mountain icon. The whole of India and especially the Himalayan Mountain Ranges are replete with such stories with many variations.

In the Vedas a philosopher’s speech is called brahma-gavi, “the Brahman’s cow” and is inviolable. A king or any secular power that violates it is subject to popular and divine censure. On the other hand, a listener should milk it for all its inspiration.

One of the ancient Vedic names for mother earth is GO meaning “cow”. The word is perhaps cognate to Greek “GEO” as in ‘geology’, for does not mother earth pour forth her milk in streams and rivers from Her gem-treasure mountain breasts? Does she not send up her milk through the stalk so that it may solidify into an ample crop of grain?

A loving glance is compared with twin milk rivulets streaming from the eyes.

The attached “story” is dedicated in gratitude to those who have gifted a daily glass of milk to those in need, and if I am ever deemed deserving of a halo, I would like you to feel free to take all of its radiance.

Two angels opened the gates of heaven to admit a new saint who entered and not far behind him, another—their halos only half as bright as those whom the angels guarding the gates normally see entering. One angel exclaimed to the other, “I have never seen such dim halos, only half as bright as normal. Who were they on earth?” The other replied, “I saw them ascend and that’s how I happen to know. The first one who entered was a great contemplative saint who spent all of his mortal years sitting still in the solitude of an isolated cave, opening the crown of his head so the beam of divine light may enter him. When that finally happened, in rapture and ecstasy he ascended to reach these gates of heaven.”

“And who was the second one, and why are their halos so dim?”

“Because both have shared the fire of only one’s asceticism, tapasya.

“How is that?”

“You see, the second one who entered was a very ordinary village woman living in a hamlet not far from the cave and tending cows. She could neither read scriptures nor recite any hymns to praise the Lord. As the ascetic was about to enter the cave for long years of solitude he had not a little concern about the absence of any means to nourish his body. His thought, like a beam, touched the cowherdess’s mind. Soon after one of her cows was lost and as she wandered searching for her cow, her feet led her to the cave where she saw the ascetic sitting still and luminous, but skeletal. Compassion arose in her heart.

The next day after she milked her cows, she brought the first bowl of milk and left it quietly just inside the entrance to the cave. The following day she found it empty outside the cave. Apparently the ascetic had risen and had partaken of the nourishment. From that day onward her day was not complete without delivering the first bowl of milk from her cows for the ascetic’s nourishment. For seventy-seven long years thereafter she continued to live, performing the same service. It became the divine purpose in her life, a condition of her mind; while the ascetic contemplated divine mysteries, her thoughts always remained centered on the saint. Who is he? Where did he come from? What does he achieve by sitting so still? Why is my soul bathed with a luminous peace every time I come near the cave? These questions took hold of her mind.

If I do not serve him a bowl of milk each day, would perchance his purpose not be achieved? I wonder at what hour of the day or night he rises from his seat to tend to his body? Perhaps I should camp for twenty-four hours among the shrubs and not far from the cave and see what he is like when he has risen, if even for a short time. But no, he has sought and found solitude; my presence might disturb him. I should only continue to serve him silently and anonymously. Thus becoming the servant of the servant of the Lord, daasaanudaasa, gave her a new goal and purpose. Neither rain, shine, thunder, clouds, storms, hail, drought, nor illness or the frailty of age could thwart her. Each day a bowl of milk was delivered to the ascetic’s cave and the rest of the time her mind was occupied contemplating the mysteries of him who contemplated the mysteries of the Lord.

It is by this daily delivery of a bowl of milk that she has gained entrance to the gates of heaven. The moment the Divine Light entered the crown of the ascetic’s head, the purpose of her life had been fulfilled. Only a few moments after he had ascended, she too lay down on the floor of her mud hut and was led here by the escorting angels.

The ascetic had received a service from her for seventy-seven years without thought of seeking out his secret benefactor. Absorbed in the mysteries of the Divine he forgot the human source of his nourishment and never even thought of sending a blessing toward the mysterious provider of the milk bowl. She on the other hand, never having contemplated the mysteries of the Divine, never sought a blessing and even overruled the thought of finding out more about him. Her contemplation and service to a man of God was her seventy-seven years long ascetic observance. His halo is dimmed by half for half his brilliance must go to the cow-herding woman. It is thus that each shares the brilliance of halo by half.”

“But how long can a saint with a halo only half as brilliant as normal last in the lights of our world of luminosity?” asked the first angel.

“In cases such as this only half an eternity is granted to them. By grace has he entered, but he must return to earth to pay back a debt,”- was the reply.

“How will then he be paying his debt? On what continent and in what village and to whom?”

The angel invited his friend to focus his vision on a spot on earth in the distant future, to the same hamlet where the cowherdess had lived and also the same cave where the ascetic had sat for years seventy and seven. As the vision focused, they together saw a cowherd who knew not how to read scriptures nor to sing hymns nor praise the Lord as he tended his cows. The angels saw him wandering in search of a cow that was lost. They saw him peer into the entrance of the same cave and finding an ascetic woman in lights and colors of glory sitting still, entranced in mediation. Day after day she sat. Day after day he brought her the first bowl of milk after milking his cows. Each day as he neared the entrance to the cave, she would slowly rise and with a glance still turned inward would move toward the mouth of the cave just in time as he reached there. He placed the bowl of milk near her feet and her fingers touched his head in a gesture of blessing, the eyes imparting a ray of grace. At that moment, each day he would find himself transported to a luminous vision, which he felt was very familiar to him; a longing for its return burned in him. It is thus that he served the saintly woman for years seventy and seven. And the angels saw in their vision how, upon completion of her contemplations, her thousand-petal lotus blooms and she ascends with the full brilliance of a saint being a halo around her as she enters the gates of heaven; and not far behind her the cowherd who had been a saint before and having paid his debt had become one again, also enters with a halo signifying his perfection in sainthood.

“Amazing how subtle are the ways in which even the purest of the ascetics can remain incomplete in their quest,” said the first angel, “but where is this would-be woman saint at this time on earth?” The vision focused upon a mother nursing an infant upon her breast.

“Do you see even now with what devotion she holds the child, contemplating him as a living icon of God? Do you hear her thoughts and sentiments that say that in nursing this infant she worships by the gift of her breast’s milk the spirits of all the infants, past, present and future? Do you sense the serenity of her soul and its total satiety as she knows in her heart that she holds at her bosom, God himself become flesh? As a mother she has already learned to bless. Her worshipful love for the infant will grow into the power to impart an effective blessing. These samskaras will continue in her and will make her impart the daily blessing to the one who is to become the cowherd delivering to her the daily bowl of milk. Giving of her milk to the infant in this life makes her deserving of receiving service in a future life. The nature of motherhood already prepares her well for the arduous asceticism yet to come. The saint with a halo of half a brilliance simply never completed himself though these journeys and must therefore be born the cowherd, but when she enters here she’ll be granted full line of eternity.

“What about the cowherdess who has served the ascetic?”

“She will discover her full divinity through many incarnations, after completing an aeon of luminous song here in heaven. In one incarnation she will be born to be the mother-in-law of the woman whom we have just seen suckling her infant. In that life, she will irrigate the seeds of spirituality in her daughter-in-law by leading an exemplary life of saintly devotions. In another life, because of the strong pull she has recently experienced for seventy-seven years, she will be born as a husband of the cowherd who will be a female, a wife and a mother with full milk bowls to give. This journey will continue for her till her total consciousness ascends to its fullness from her own devotions, and not as before only by her devotion to serving another’s path of devotion.

But, all this is far into many future cycles. For now, the aeon for playing on harps is nigh as the Lord is going to sculpt a new universe from their sound waves. Many saints are waiting to be made flesh as the founding m(p)atriarchs of the new universe and we must aid them.


Editor’s Note

Written in 1986 to thank those who contributed to our project of providing a daily glass of milk to children of lepers and other poor friends. Basically relevant to this day also.

To read (Hope is the) Mother of Kindness: How KHEL Began by Saumya Arya Haas: http://www.khelcharities.org/kindness It is an account of the impact of how sharing one cup of milk with a “scrawny little boy” impacted both the benefactors and those served.

Finding a True Teacher

One of my University professors used a lot of words I didn’t understand in his lectures, and I constantly had to look them up. I imagined he used those words to show off, and I didn’t like having to go to the dictionary so much. Because of this, I thought he was a bad teacher.

But, looking back, I believe I was mistaken in my assessment of him. His job as a professor was to get me to learn, and he did. I learned a lot of words I didn’t previously know; words I still know and use. And he motivated me to use the dictionary.

At that time I didn’t have a clear idea of what makes a good teacher. Since then I’ve had a many experiences with teachers, especially spiritual teachers, and I hope that I know a little more now. This article is to share some of what I’ve learned with the hope that others, who are looking for a true spiritual teacher, will benefit.

Many people, I believe, are unsure of how to find a great spiritual teacher. Just to be clear, I’m not talking about the teachers in yoga studios who teach the basics, such as postures and breathing practices. Rather, I’m talking about great teachers; teacher who can lead their students to transform their personalities and reach the highest goals of yoga.

Actually, finding spiritual teachers isn’t a problem. As my University professor would have said, there are a “plethora” (a large or excessive amount, an overabundance) of them. The difficulty is not in finding a spiritual teacher, but rather finding a true teacher. You’ve probably heard stories of teachers who make off with their students’ money, or lead their students astray. Far more common are teachers whose knowledge is limited or questionable. So out of this volume of apparent teachers, how does one find a true spiritual teacher who can lead a person out of his own maze and onto a path that enables him to truly grow?

A common way many people learn about teachers these days is through advertisements. Although advertisements might be helpful for finding products to buy, they are not the best way to find a spiritual guide. This is because anyone can make any claims they want in advertisements. My meditation preceptor, Swami Veda Bharati, once gave a lecture on the Yoga Sutras of Patañjali, and, in an aside, he asked those gathered before him what it takes to be a yoga Master. Then, answering his own question, he quipped, “a good marketing advisor.” He went on to say that there are so many “masters” these days but that most of them are masters of marketing rather than masters of themselves. True masters of yoga, he said, are extremely rare.

There are many teachers, made out to be masters by their advertising, who appear great. Often they are called master-this, or yogiraj-that. Some of these people may be true teachers. Others may be charlatans. A person newly on a spiritual path often does not have the ability to be able to distinguish between the two.

So, then how does one find a qualified teacher?

Traditionally, aspirants would seek a teacher who was part of a teaching lineage, where the teacher studied with, and has been authorized to teach by, a master. In such situations, at least we know that the teacher has some qualifications.

These days, however, many teachers are not part of a lineage, but are self-proclaimed. Some of these teachers may have much to offer. But, one must be circumspect in selecting self-proclaimed teachers. I still remember Swami Veda Bharati saying “if someone claims to be enlightened, they are either egotistical or lying.” To this day, although he inspires and guides hundreds, perhaps thousands of students around the world, Swami Veda Bharati doesn’t call himself a master and won’t allow his students to do so either.

Great teachers don’t advertise and they don’t extol their own powers or virtues.  Rather, people are drawn to them, like iron is drawn to a magnet, due to their immense love, selflessness, and wisdom.

Many years ago, when I was looking for a spiritual guide, someone suggested seeing Swami Veda Bharati (who, before he became a monk, was known as Dr. Usharbudh Arya). My friend told me that Dr. Arya was a great teacher, and I went to a talk he was giving. Once I met him, I felt immensely drawn to him.

But just being drawn to a teacher is not enough. The next step is to spend time with the teacher.

We do this to learn from the teacher. A true teacher has something to give; something that, if we practice it, will be life changing. Certainly that has been the case for me with Dr. Arya. My personality is very different now, in many positive ways, due to his influence. And, he used all sorts of tricks and means to get me to grow.

One time, I took him to visit a great woman saint, Shree Maa, who was then living and doing spiritual practice in what used to be a little warehouse that she called Devi Mandir—Temple of the Divine Mother—across the street from an oil refinery in Martinez, California. Swami Satyananda, who was always at Shree Maa’s side, liked to say that “On one side of the road oil was being refined, and on other other side, in the Devi Mandir, souls are refined.” When Dr. Arya and I entered the warehouse and Shree Maa greeted him, Dr. Arya fell on the ground in a pranaam at her feet and prayed to her for my growth. Sometimes he used tough love to teach me a lesson, and other times he drew me in with sweetness. A teacher’s sole aim is for his students to grow, and he’ll go to great lengths to make this happen.

As we learn from the teacher, we get to observe the teacher close up. Has he calmed his own emotions? Does he walk his talk? Is he a selfless servant or a selfish egotist? Does he teach from his own experience, or from a book? And, very importantly, am I able to learn from this teacher?

A true teacher treats her students with pure love. Now, and very importantly, this doesn’t mean she’s always nice. A teacher’s love can be very tough if that is what the student needs for his growth. At the same time, just because a teacher is tough doesn’t mean she is a true teacher. We must always exercise our discrimination to know whether the teacher is acting from love or ego.

One time, Swami Veda Bharati invited me to accompany him to the Indian city of Ujjain for the Kumbha Mela. But, I got fearful and asked him whether “there is malaria there?” A few minutes later, when I was standing in the courtyard outside his cottage, he came out of his door like a bull in rodeo, and marched right up to me. In front of all the people gathered around, in a loud harsh voice, he said to me, “You must get over your fear! It is harming your life!”

I was so embarrassed. After returning to my cottage to hide out, I got very angry at him, thinking how he spoke to me in public. But, as I sat in my cottage feeling my emotions, it became clear to me that what Swami Veda had done came from love. Fear was deeply rooted in my personality and it would take something very strong to get me to acknowledge the problem and to begin to take steps to correct it. At that moment, Swami Veda was like a surgeon, hurting me to save me from a disease. Many years later, I still have some fear, but I’m far more aware of it and able to deal with it than back then.

If we spend enough time with our teacher, in close enough quarters, we’ll come to know him or her very well, and then we’ll have a basis to decide whether to stick with the teacher for the long run.

Now, in assessing the teacher, we should not expect him to be flawless. Sometimes, what looks like a flaw to us may not be so in reality. Second, even great teachers are human and have their quirks. Yet, in general, true teachers stand above the level of the common person, with greater patience, less selfishness, and greater wisdom and love.

Also, with the passage quite a few years, we can apply the age-old test set forth in in bible, in Matthew 7:16, “You will know them by their fruits. Grapes are not gathered from thorn bushes nor figs from thistles, are they? So every good tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears bad fruit.”

In the case of a teacher, the fruit we’re looking for is whether our association with this teacher is producing sweet or bitter changes in us. Are we becoming more stable emotionally? Are we kinder, gentler, and do we act with greater wisdom? Or, is the opposite true? If sweet fruits have not appeared, before deciding that it’s the teacher’s fault, we need to honestly assess whether our lack of progress is due to some failing on our part.  Have we sincerely and consistently practiced the teachings imparted by the teacher or not? The teacher can’t force us to grow. We have to do that.

We all want a great teacher, and despite our best efforts, we might not have found one. In this situation, it’s important to remember the wise saying that “when the student is ready, the master appears.”  Until that Master appears, the teacher right in front of us may be just what we need, so long as that teacher is helping us grow. Even with a flawed teacher, we can make progress. One time I read a line that a great yoga teacher, Baba Hari Dass, wrote on this subject. It went something like this: “Even if you have true faith on a trashcan as your teacher, you’ll grow.” The teacher is less important than your own devotion and willingness to learn. At the same time, I believe that a master is essential for transformative growth.

As we learn and grow from the teacher we’re with, we are preparing ourselves for the eventual coming of the Master.