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WHAT IS SHAMBALLA? IS SHAMBALLA A REALITY??WHAT IS SHAMBALLA? IS SHAMBALLA A REALITY??
I was reading a book called "The autobiography of an yogi". It is a very famous book and it is a book that gives a glimpse of spiritual India. It gives a glimpse of the other face of India. Incredible India. The writer was a disciple of Shyama Charan Lahiri likewise known as Lahiri mohashoy. The writer was Swami Yogananda Lahiri Mohashoy's Guru was Babaji a celestial guru who is believed to have been living for the past hundreds of years. He is believed to be living in the Himalayas and is believed to have powers to materialize anyplace at will and dematerialize at will. I will narrate a story here to illustrate this very nature of such Gurus. This story is a factual story as experienced by Shyama Charan lahiri mohashoy. "Babaji's firstborn meeting with Lahiri Mahasaya is an enthralling story, and one of the few which gives us a elaborated glimpse of the deathless guru." These words were Swami Kebalananda's preamble to a wondrously tale. The initial time he recounted it I was in a literal sense spellbound. On some other occasions I coaxed my tame Sanskrit tutor to repeat the story, which was later told me in substantially the same words by Sri Yukteswar. Both these Lahiri Mahasaya disciples had heard the aweinspiring tale direct from the lips of their guru. "My initial meeting with Babaji took place in my thirty-third year," Lahiri Mahasaya had said. "In the autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur as a government accountant in the Military Engineering Department. One morning the office manager summoned me. "'Lahiri,' he said, 'a telegram has just come from our main office. You're to be transposed to Ranikhet, where an army post [1] is now being established.' "With one servant, I set out on the 500-mile trip. Travelling by horse and buggy, we arrived in thirty days at the Himalayan website of Ranikhet. [2] "My office duties were not onerous; I was capable to spend a heap of hours roaming in the magnificent hills. A rumour reached me that great saints blessed the region with their presence; I felt a strong desire to see them. During a ramble one early afternoon, I was astounded to listen a distant voice calling my name. I continued my vigorous upward climb on Drongiri Mountain. A slight uneasiness beset me at the thought that I might not be capable to retrace my steps before darkness had descended over the jungle. "I in the long run reached a little clearing whose sides were dotted with caves. On one of the rocky ledges stood a smiling young man, extending his hand in welcome. I noticed with astonishment that, except for his copper-coloured hair, he bore a remarkable resemblance to myself. "'Lahiri, you've come!' The saint addressed me affectionately in Hindi. 'Rest here in this cave. It was I who called you.' "I entered a neat little grotto which contained assorted woollen blankets and a few kamandulus (begging bowls). "'Lahiri, do you do not forget that seat?' The yogi pointed to a folded blanket in one corner. "'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the strangeness of my adventure, I added, 'I ought to leave now, before nightfall. I have business in the morning at my office.' "The mysterious saint replied in English, 'The office was brought for you, and not you for the office.' "I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic shouldn't only speak English but also paraphrase the words of Christ. [3] "'I see my telegram took effect.' The yogi's remark was incomprehensible to me; I inquired his meaning. "'I refer to the telegram that summoned you to these detached parts. It was I who silently suggested to the mind of your superior officer that you be transposed to Ranikhet. When one feels his unity with mankind, all minds become transmitting stations through which he may work at will.' He added gently, 'Lahiri, surely this cave seems intimate to you?' "As I maintained a bewildered silence, the saint neared and struck me gently on the forehead. At his magnetic touch, a wondrous current swept through my brain, freeing the sweet seed-memories of my former life. "'I remember!' My voice was half-choked with joyous sobs. 'You're my guru Babaji, who has belonged to me always! Scenes of the past arise vividly in my mind; here in this cave I expended a lot of years of my last incarnation!' As ineffable recollections overwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced my master's feet. "'For more than three decades I've waited for you here-waited for you to return to me!' Babaji's voice rang with celestial love. 'You slipped away and vanished into the tumultuous waves of the life beyond death. The magic wand of your karma touched you, and you were gone! Though you lost sight of me, never did I lose sight of you! I pursued you over the luminescent astral sea where the glorious angels sail. Through gloom, storm, upheaval, and light I followed you, like a mother bird guarding her young. As you lived out your humane term of womb-life, and emerged a babe, my eye was ever on you. When you covered your tiny form in the lotus posture beneath the Nadia sands in your childhood, I was invisibly present! Patiently, month after month, year after year, I've watched over you, waiting for this perfective day. Now you're with me! Lo, here's your cave, loved of yore! I've kept it ever clean and ready for you. Here's your hallowed asana-blanket, where you each and everyday sat to fill your expanding heart with God! Behold there your bowl, from which you often drank the nectar prepared by me! See how I've kept the brass cup brightly polished, that you might drink again therefrom! My own, do you now understand?' "'My guru, what may I say?' I murmured brokenly. 'Where has one ever heard of such deathless love?' I gazed long and ecstatically on my eternal treasure, my guru in life and death. "'Lahiri, you need purification. Drink the oil in this bowl and lie down by the river.' Babaji's practical wisdom, I reflected with a quick, remindful smile, was ever to the fore. "I obeyed his directions. Though the icy Himalayan night was descending, a comforting warmth, an inner radiation, begun to pulsate in each cell of my body. I marvelled. Was the unknown oil endued with a cosmic heat? "Bitter winds whipped around me in the darkness, shrieking a fierce challenge. The chill wavelets of the Gogash River lapped now and then over my body, outstretched on the rocky bank. Tigers howled near-by, but my heart was free of fear; the radiant strength newly generated within me conveyed an assurance of unassailable protection. Several hours passed swiftly; faded memories of another life wove themselves into the present brilliant pattern of reunion with my divine guru. "My solitary musings were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. In the darkness, a man's hand gently helped me to my feet, and gave me galore arid clothing. "'Come, brother,' my associate said. 'The master awaits you.' "He led the way through the forest. The sombre night was all of a sudden lit by a steady luminosity in the distance. "'Can that be the sunrise?' I inquired. 'Surely the whole night hasn't passed?' "'The hour is midnight.' My guide laughed softly. 'Yonder light is the glow of a golden palace, materialised here tonight by the peerless Babaji. In the dim past, you once conveyed a desire to get enjoyment from the beauties of a palace. Our master is now satisfying your wish, thence freeing you from the bonds of karma.' [4] He added, 'The magnificent palace will be the scene of your initiation tonight into kriya yoga. All your brothers here join in a paean of welcome, rejoicing at the end of your long exile. Behold!' "A vast palace of dazzling gold stood before us. Studded with innumerable jewels, and set amid landscaped gardens, it staged a spectacle of unparalleled grandeur. Saints of angelic countenance were stationed by resplendent gates, half-reddened by the glitter of rubies. Diamonds, pearls, sapphires, and emeralds of great size and lustre were imbedded in the ornamental arches. "I followed my associate into a broad reception hall. The odour of incense and of roses wafted through the air; dim lamps shed a multicoloured glow. Small groups of devotees, a good deal of fair, a good deal of dark-skinned, chanted musically, or sat in the meditative posture, immersed in an inner peace. A vibrant joy pervaded the atmosphere. "'Feast your eyes; take pleasure in the artistic splendours of this palace, for it has been brought into being solely in your honour.' My guide smiled sympathetically as I uttered a few ejaculations of wonderment. "'Brother,' I said, 'the beauty of this structure surpasses the bounds of humane imagination. Please tell me the mystery of it is origin.' "'I'll gladly shed light on you.' My companion's dark eyes sparkled with wisdom. 'In reality there's not one thing inexplicable regarding this materialisation. The whole cosmos is a materialised thought of the Creator. This heavy, earthly clod, drifting in space, is a dream of God. He made all things out of His consciousness, even as man in his dream cognizance reproduces and vivifies a creation with it is creatures. "'God basi developed the world as an idea. Then He sped it; energy molecules came into being. He co-ordinated the molecules into this solid sphere. All it is atoms are kept together by the will of God. When He withdraws His will, the world again will disintegrate into energy. Energy will dissolve into consciousness; the earth-idea will decrease rapidly from objectivity. "'The substance of a dream is held in materialisation by the subconscious thought of the dreamer. When that unified thought is withdrawn in wakefulness, the dream and it is constituents dissolve. A man closes his eyes and erects a dream-creation which, on awakening, he effortlessly dematerialises. He follows the divine archetypal pattern. Similarly, when he awakens in cosmic consciousness, he will effortlessly dematerialise the illusions of the cosmic dream. "'Being one with the infinite all-accomplishing Will, Babaji may summon the elementary corpuscles to combine and manifest themselves in any form. This golden palace, without any delay created, is real, even as this world is real. Babaji developed this palatial mansion out of his mind and is keeping it is molecules together by the power of his will, even as God produced this world and is preserving it intact.' He added, 'When this structure has served it is purpose, Babaji will dematerialise it.' "As I remained silent in awe, my guide made a sweeping gesture. 'This shimmering palace, superbly embellished with jewels, hasn't been built by humane effort or with laboriously mined gold and gems. It stands solidly, a monumental challenge to man. [5] Whoever perceives himself as a son of God, even as Babaji has done, may reach any goal by the infinite powers concealed within him. A mutual stone locks within itself the mystery of stupendous atomic energy; [6] even so, a mortal is yet a powerhouse of divinity.' "The sage picked up from a near-by table a graceful vase whose handle was blazing with diamonds. 'Our great guru devised this palace by solidifying myriads of free cosmic rays,' he went on. 'Touch this vase and it is diamonds; they will satisfy all the tests of sensory experience.' "I examined the vase, and passed my hand over the smooth room-walls, thick with glistening gold. Each of the jewels scattered lavishly when it comes to was worthy of a king's collection. Deep gratification disseminate over my mind. A submerged desire, concealed in my subconsciousness from lives now gone, seemed simultaneously gratified and extinguished. "My stately associate led me through ornate arches and corridors into a series of chambers richly furnished in the style of an emperor's palace. We entered an vast hall. In the centre stood a golden throne, encrusted with jewels shedding a dazzling medley of colours. There, in lotus posture, sat the supreme Babaji. I knelt on the shining floor at his feet. "'Lahiri, are you still feasting on your dream desires for a golden palace?' My guru's eyes were twinkling like his own sapphires. 'Wake! All your earthly thirsts are regarding to be quenched forever.' He murmured a good deal of mystic words of blessing. 'My son, arise. Receive your initiation into the kingdom of God through kriya yoga.' "Babaji stretched out his hand; a homa (sacrificial) fire appeared, surrounded by fruits and flowers. I received the liberating yogic technique before this flaming altar. "The rites were finished in the early dawn. I felt no need for sleep in my ecstatic state, and wandered around the palace, filled on all sides with treasures and priceless objets d'art. Descending to the beauteous gardens, I noticed, near-by, the same caves and barren mountain ledges which yesterday had boasted no adjacency to palace or flowered terrace. "Re-entering the palace, fabulously glistening in the cold Himalayan sunlight, I sought the presence of my master. He was still enthroned, surrounded by a great deal of quiet disciples. "'Lahiri, you're hungry.' Babaji added, 'Close your eyes.' "When I reopened them, the enchanting palace and it is picturesque gardens had disappeared. My own body and the forms of Babaji and the cluster of chelas were all now seated on the bare ground at the precise web site of the vanished palace, not far from the sunlit entrances of the rocky grottoes. I recalled that my guide had remarked that the palace would be dematerialised, it is captive atoms freed into the thought-essence from which it had sprung. Although stunned, I looked trustingly at my guru. I knew not what to suppose next on this day of miracles. "'The aim for which the palace was developed has now been served,' Babaji explained. He lifted an earthen vessel from the ground. 'Put your hand there and receive whatsoever feed you desire.' "As soon as I touched the broad, empty bowl, it became heaped with hot butter-fried luchis, curry, and rare sweetmeats. I helped myself, observing that the vessel was ever-filled. At the end of my meal I looked around for water. My guru pointed to the bowl before me. Lo! the feed had vanished; in it is place was water, clear as from a mountain stream. "'Few mortals know that the kingdom of God includes the kingdom of routine fulfilments,' Babaji observed. 'The divine realm extends to the earthly, but the latter, being illusory, can't include the essence of reality.' "'Beloved guru, last night you demonstrated for me the link of beauty in heaven and earth!' I smiled at memories of the vanished palace; surely no simple yogi had ever received initiation into the august mysteries of Spirit amongst surroundings of more impressive luxury! I gazed tranquilly at the stark contrast of the present scene. The gaunt ground, the skyey roof, the caves supplying primitive shelter-all seemed a gracious natural setting for the seraphic saints around me. "I sat that afternoon on my blanket, hallowed by associations of past-life realisations. My divine guru neared and passed his hand over my head. I entered the nirbikalpa samadhi state, remaining unbrokenly in it is bliss for seven days. Crossing the successive strata of self-knowledge, I penetrated the deathless realms of reality. All delusive limitations dropped away; my soul was completely conventional on the eternal altar of the Cosmic Spirit. On the eighth day I fell at my guru's feet and implored him to keep me always near him in this sacred wilderness. "'My son,' Babaji said, embracing me, 'your role in this incarnation ought to be played on an outward stage. Prenatally blessed by a great deal of lives of lonely meditation, you must now mingle in the world of men. "'A deep aim underlay the fact that you didn't meet me this time till you were already a married man, with modest business responsibilities. You must put isolated your thoughts of joining our mystery band in the Himalayas; your life lies in the crowded marts, serving as an example of the idealisti yogi-householder. "'The cries of a heap of bewildered worldly men and women have not fallen unheard on the ears of the Great Ones,' he went on. 'You've been chosen to fetch spiritual consolation through kriya yoga to numerous earnest seekers. The millions who are encumbered by family ties and heavy worldly duties will take new heart from you, a householder like themselves. You will have to guide them to see that the most eminent yogic accomplishments aren't barred to the family man. Even in the world, the yogi who in a faithful manner discharges his responsibilities, without personal motive or attachment, treads the sure path of enlightenment. "'No requisite compels you to leave the world, for inwardly you've already sundered it is each karmic tie. Not of this world, you ought to yet be in it. Many years still stay for the duration of which you ought to conscientiously fulfil your family, business, civic, and spiritual duties. A sweet new breath of divine hope will penetrate the arid hearts of worldly men. From your balanced life, they will comprehend that liberation is dependent on inner, rather than outer, renunciations.' "How remote seemed my family, the office, the world, as I listened to my guru in the high Himalayan solitudes. Yet adamantine truth rang in his words; I submissively accorded to leave this blessed haven of peace. Babaji instructed me in the ancient rigid rules which govern the transmission of the yogic art from guru to disciple. "'Bestow the kriya key only on qualified chelas,' Babaji said. 'He who vows to sacrifice all in the quest of the divine is fit to unravel the final mysteries of life through the science of meditation.' "'Angelic guru, as you've already favoured mankind by resurrecting the lost Kriya art, will you not increase that gain by relaxing the rigorous necessaries for discipleship?' I gazed beseechingly at Babaji. 'I pray that you permit me to commune Kriya to all seekers, even altho at firstborn they can't vow themselves to finish inner renunciation. The tortured men and women of the world, pursued by the threefold suffering, [7] need particular encouragement. They may never try the road to freedom if Kriya initiation be withheld from them.' "'Be it so. The divine wish has been indicated through you.' With these simple words, the merciful guru banished the stringent safeguards that for ages had concealed Kriya from the world. 'Give Kriya freely to all who humbly ask for help.' "After a silence, Babaji added, 'Repeat to each of your disciples this majestic promise from the Bhagavad Gita: "Swalpamasya dharmasya, trayata mahato bhoyat"-"Even a little bit of the exercise of this religion will save you from dire fears and colossal sufferings."' [8] "As I knelt the next morning at my guru's feet for his farewell blessing, he sensed my deep reluctance to leave him. "'There's no separation for us, my beloved child.' He touched my shoulder affectionately. 'Wherever you are, whenever you call me, I shall be with you instantly.' "Consoled by his wondrously promise, and rich with the newly found gold of God-wisdom, I wended my way down the mountain. At the office I was welcomed by my fellow employees, who for ten days had thought me lost in the Himalayan jungles. A letter soon arrived from the head office. "'Lahiri ought to return to the Danapur [9] office,' it read. 'His transfer to Ranikhet occurred by error. Another man must have been sent to assume the Ranikhet duties.' "I smiled, reflecting on the concealed crosscurrents in the events which had led me to this furthermost spot of India. "Before returning to Danapur, I expended a few days with a Bengali family at Moradabad. A party of six friends accumulated to greet me. As I turned the speech to spiritual subjects, my host observed gloomily: "'Oh, in these days India is destitute of saints!' "'Babu,' I protested warmly, 'of course there are still outstanding masters in this land!' "In a mood of exalted fervour, I felt impelled to relate my miraculous experiences in the Himalayas. The little company was politely incredulous. "'Lahiri,' one man said soothingly, 'your mind has been underneath a strain in those rarefied mountain airs. This is a heap of daydream you've recounted.' "Burning with the ebullience of truth, I spoke without due thought. 'If I call him, my guru will appear right in this house.' "Interest gleamed in each eye; it was no wonder that the group was eager to behold a saint materialised in such a strange way. Half-reluctantly, I asked for a quiet room and two new woollen blankets. "'The master will materialise from the ether,' I said. 'Remain silently outside the door; I shall soon call you.' "I sank into the meditative state, humbly summoning my guru. The darkened room soon filled with a dim aural moonlight; the luminous figure of Babaji emerged. "'Lahiri, do you call me for a trifle?' The master's look with fixed eyes was stern. 'Truth is for earnest seekers, not for those of idle curiosity. It's easy to believe when one sees; there's not one thing then to deny. Supersensual truth is deserved and encountered by those who get over their natural materialistic scepticism.' He added gravely, 'Let me go!' "I fell entreatingly at his feet. 'Holy guru, I grasp my severe error; I humbly ask pardon. It was to construct faith in these spiritually blinded minds that I ventured to call you. Because you've graciously appeared at my prayer, please don't depart without bestowing a benediction on my friends. Unbelievers altho they be, at least they were more than willing to investigate the truth of my strange assertions.' "'Very well; I'll stay awhile. I don't wish your word discredited before your friends.' Babaji's face had softened, but he added gently, 'Henceforth, my son, I shall come when you need me, and not always when you call me. [ [10]' "Tense silence reigned in the little group when I opened the door. As if mistrusting their senses, my friends stared at the lustrous figure on the blanket seat. "'This is mass-hypnotism!' One man laughed blatantly. 'No one could perhaps have entered this room without our knowledge!' "Babaji progressed smilingly and motioned to each one to touch the warm, solid flesh of his body. Doubts dispelled, my friends prostrated themselves on the floor in awed repentance. "'Let halua [11] be prepared.' Babaji made this request, I knew, to further make sure the group of his physical reality. While the porridge was boiling, the divine guru chatted affably. Great was the metaboli process of these doubting Thomases into devout St. Pauls. After we had eaten, Babaji blessed each of us in turn. There was a sudden flash; we witnessed the instantaneous dechemicalisation of the electronic parts of Babaji's body into a spreading vaporous light. The God-tuned will power of the master had loosened it is perceive of the ether corpuscles held together as his body; forthwith the trillions of tiny lifetronic sparks faded into the infinite reservoir. "'With my own eyes I've seen the conqueror of death.' Maitra, [12] one of the group, spoke reverently. His face was transfigured with the joy of his recent awakening. 'The supreme guru played with time and space, as a child plays with bubbles. I've beheld one with the keys of heaven and earth.' "I soon returned to Danapur. Firmly anchored in the Spirit, again I assumed the manifold business and family indebtednesses of a householder." Lahiri Mahasaya likewise related to Swami Kebalananda and Sri Yukteswar the story of another meeting with Babaji, under circumstances which recalled the guru's promise: "I shall come whenever you need me." "The scene was a Kumbha Mela at Allahabad," Lahiri Mahasaya told his disciples. "I had gone there for the duration of a short vacation from my office duties. As I wandered amongst the throng of monks and sadhus who had come from outstanding distances to attend the holy festival, I noticed an ash-smeared ascetic who was keeping a begging bowl. The thought arose in my mind that the man was hypocritical, wearing the outward symbols of renunciation without a sameness inward grace. "No sooner had I passed the ascetic than my astounded eye fell on Babaji. He was kneeling in front of a matted-haired anchorite. "'Guruji!' I hastened to his side. 'Sir, what are you doing here?' "'I'm washing the feet of this renunciate, and then I shall clean his cooking utensils.' Babaji smiled at me like a little child; I knew he was intimating that he wanted me to criticise no one, but to see the Lord as residing evenly in all body-temples, whether of superior or inferior men. The outstanding guru added, 'By serving wise and ignorant sadhus, I'm learning the greatest of virtues, delighting to God above all others-humility.'" There is another factual story with regards to Babaji which only proves that such Gurus are still there in India, The spiritual center of the earth,and that they have vast powers that will be harnessed by such Gurus to pull mankind from slipping into oblivion. This is an incident of 1942 when the king of Kumaon invited an army officer of Western Command, LP. Farrel for a picnic trip to the hills. There was a particular reason for inviting Mr. Farrel; in spite of his being a Britisher he was very much fascinated in Indian religion, system of belief and culture. He had a few probabilities of witnessing demonstration of miraculous feats of galore Indian yogis. He had become a pure vegetarian. That is why he always welcomed any chance to go towards the Himalayan wilderness, with the hope of meeting a good deal of saint or yogi who could initiate him into spiritual sadhana. Mr. Farrel, the king and the queen and their entourage reached a place near Nainital full of natural beauty. It so enchanted them that they decisive to camp for the length of one night there. So, the dozens of tents were pitched and the lonely place got filled with the hustle and bustle of servants. Gossip, merriment, eating and drinking went on till midnight. Everyone went to bed and due to exhaustion of the whole day's exertions, without delay slipped into deep sleep. The initial phase of the sleep was hardly over when Mr. Farrel felt that there was someone near his cot. He waked up and distinctly listened-"We need the place where your tents have been pitched. You vacate this place. If you are unable to understand, then you ought to come to that northwestern hill in front of you. I will explain you everything." "But who are you?" – saying this Mr. Farrel got up from the bed and lit his torch. But there was no one. He came out of the tent but there too no one could be seen nor heard anyone's footsteps. After a momentary fear he became normal and then went back to his bed again for sleeping. It was 3.30 AM by his watch.
Despite his best attempts he could not sleep. Somehow he was keeping his eyes shut. Again he felt someone's presence. Still lying on the bed he opened the eyes and he saw a shadow of a person standing in front of him. This time again he uttered the same words. In order to distinguish that person, as soon as Mr. Farrel lit the torch, even the shadow vanished. His body started shaking and perspiring. This army officer who did not get affrighted even by looking at the horrid bloodshed in the war, momentarily got un-nerved and dumbfounded by mere imagination of a supernatural being. He lay awake in his bed with his eyes closed till the morning but heard nothing. A strange attraction was arousing within him to see the hill brought up by the shadowy presence. He put on his clothes and shoes and silently came out of the tent and walked towards that hill. Describing this incident Mr. Farrel has himself written: "The way to the place where I was directed to reach was very difficult, narrow and dangerous. I was not at all competent to climb up by myself but I was constantly sentiment that someone was showing me the way and was supplying me the energy to climb up. After a hard effort of three and a half hours I could climb up. It seemed difficult to go in front due to heavy breathing and perspiration. So I sat down on a square stone, lying down on it to take numerous rest. Hardly two minutes had passed and the same voice awakened me. ‘Mr. Farrel! Now you put off your shoes and tardily climb down the stone and come to me. With these words in the ears, I looked around and saw that a saint, with very weak constitution but brilliant splendor on the forehead, was standing in front of me. Leave detached the acquaintance, I had never met or seen him earlier. Then how could he recognise my name? He was here, then how did his shadow reach in my tent in the night? There was no communicating link like a radio or a microphone etc among us. Then how could his voice reach me? Several such questions arose in my mind. Putting a stop to the unending trail of questions the sadhu said-whatever you have heard and seen can not be understood by ordinary humane mind. For this intention one has to do long sadhana and the exercise of yoga, abandoning the worldly delights and attraction of the senses. There is a specific aim for which you have been called here." Farrel could not make out whether the saintly person was a humane being or a god. The thoughts arising in his mind were being perpetually read by that person like an open book. Mr. Farrel climbed down the rock and in a short time reached the place where the Sadhu was sitting. The place was so little that only one person could take rest there. There was not one thing except the fire burning in the Dhooni (firepit).
Farrel further writes- "The Sadhu patted me on the back with his weak hand and I was stunned how could this electricity like power be there in that old body. My body that was almost breaking with pain due to exhaustion - now seemed light like a flower. As an modest gesture of respect for him I knelt down and touched his feet. I had seen a good deal of sadhus; but I have always felt that sahdus and saints who had influenced Indian doctrine and increased it is dignity were not those who were roaming around on the roads but they were genuinely such secluded and committed humans only. Their physical bodies might weigh 80-90 pounds but intensity of their energy and power was more than that of thousand bombs and they were the storehouses of knowledge." The Sadhu told me-"I have inspired a youth to reach the place where your tents have been pitched. He was my disciple in his former birth. His sadhana is half-completed. Now I want to guide him again to try his sadhana and penance for the universal welfare. But the memories of his former birth are dormant. The impressions and circumstances of this birth are attracting him. Therefore he is unable to take up the sadhana again. I have called him through subtle inspiration. If he comes here and is unable to locate the directed place, then he will get confused. In that event, whatsoever I want will not become possible, Therefore, please vacate that place immediately." Mr. Farrel said – "Lord! Please tell me likewise a few things with regards to my former birth "? The Sadhu replied-"My son! These siddhis (accomplishments) are not for demonstration. They are meant for a heap of special purposes and it is better they are employed for that only. Of course, if you wish you may be present at the time when I show him the events of his former birth. Now you go. People are searching for you in the camp. I too am in a hurry." Mr. Farrel returned to the camp. Indeed, persons had been searching for him. Mr. Farrel narrated the incident to the king. They then left that place and pitched the camp a good deal of 200 yards away. By the evening of that day a young man did in truth come searching for that place. After satisfying himself in all respects, he sat down there. In the meantime, Mr. Farrel likewise reached there. His curiosity was getting more and more intense as the time passed. In a short while sadhu too reached there. Mr. Farel and the young man touched his feet and stood waiting for his instructions. That place was in the centre of a grove of trees.. After lighting the fire sadhu did galore puja, recited a great deal of mantras and told us to sit down in a meditating posture. A ray of light emanated from his forehead and a circular spot of light appeared on the trunk of a thick tree. Then whatsoever was seen in the spot was just like a cinema where they saw the characters in truth walking and talking. Like a movie, they saw the events of the former birth of that youth with their own naked eyes. In amid that youth used to get excessively affected emotionally and would say – ‘Yes-yes I had done that'.
At the end, that youth touched the feet of that sadhu and said "Lord! Now my attachment with the routine world is broken. I am ready to take up the not finished sadhana of my former life. Please guide me so that I may finish the not finished task." The Sadhu said – "My son! Today you take rest here. In the morning, you return to your home. At an suitable time, I will call you." After that Mr Farrel did not recognise when that youth was called again? What he became later and with what name he became popular? But he became a staunch devotee of Indian religion and spirituality. This incident has been narrated by Mr. Farrel himself in an article in the May 17, 1959 issue of Saptahik Hindustan (a weekly Hindi magazine). These incidents though, are rare, but they are unfeigned and these incidents do occur of and on but it happens to humans who are choosen by the powers themselves. Not all and every one is priviledge to such sightings and incidents. Celestial gurus and saints do live for eternity and it is believed that they stay someplace in the Himalayas and that these gurus may materialize out of no where and may decrease rapidly in thin air. It is believed that there are seven such celetial gurus or saints and that they keep a watch on humanity and when the world is burdened with evil and when the persons of this world get started to play GOD themselves and Humans get started to looses all calibers of the most cherished creation of GOD, these saints come into action. They select sure persons with calibers that are essence of the creator and then will save the world and it is inhabitants from total annihilation. Indian scriptures are filled with descriptions of immortal souls like Shiva, Bhairav, Hanuman, Ashwatthama and a lot of siddhas. There is a story in Kalki Purana, which goes like this. When Lord Kalki saw that the entire world has sunk neck-deep in perversities like sex indulgence, anger, greed, attachment, ego, laziness, etc. and the light of the souls had been extinguished, he decisive to guide the masses groping in the darkness of ignorance. The darkness was dense. The entire world was badly trapped in the materialistic pursuits and the delights of the senses. Lord Kalki felt that he lacked the power required for this awakening of the masses. Then his spiritual advisor Parashuram called him to the Himalayas and made him try a penance at a place where he (Parashuram) had himself done it. This penance awakened the enormous power, which was necessitated for the transformation of the era, within Kalki. Lord Parshuram was born in Vedic Yuga, which came much earlier than the Kaliyuga. His presence in Kaliyuga too is an indication of his immortality and a testimony of the fact that immortal souls like him are still present in the Himalayas. Dr. Hari Dutta Bhatta, Shailesh has given an interesting description of his mountaineering experience of Janwali (Garhwal) hill, which is 22000 feet above the sea level, in Dharmayuga (Hindi weekly, 23 rd August 1964 issue). He was convinced that a lot of supernormal power saved him and his group from getting buried under a landslide. All these incidents prove the fact that immortal souls possessing fierce supernatural power are still present in the Himalayas and they will stay there for an infinite time. Modern scientists are also actively engaged in the exploration for finding the elixir of life. Zoologists of Russia, France, Britain, Germany, USA, etc. have been investigating for a long time the procedure of aging and death. On the basis of the results received so far, they have concluded that death is not an inevitable phenomenon. Aging is a kind of disease. If it be possible to find a heal for it, a person could live for a thousand years. The modes and methods of kayakalpa (rejuvenation) noted in Ayurveda likewise prove this fact. In traditionalisti histories of India like the Puranas and Brahmanas, it is pointed out that in addition to the kingdoms in northern India, there were kingdoms north of the Himalayas with the same culture as in India, which would be in the regions that we are taking into account for the Celtic peoples. Most essential is the widely known and esteemed land of the Uttara Kurus, described as a spiritual paradise north of the Himalayas. Comparison of European Celtic culture with Hindu culture shows a big number of matchings amongst them. Some of these were shown in a two part article that appeared in the May and June issues of the magazine Hinduism Today. Therefore, we have cultural proof to back up the traditions and the archaeology. Religiously, these red-haired northern Vedic persons are known to have a heap of point taken up Buddhism. Certain established roots indicate that they learned Buddhism from the Buddha former to Siddhartha Gautama, who was named Kashyapa. A Kashyapa rishi likewise appears as one of the oldest Vedic rishis and as related with northern regions like Kashmir, that was in the first place called Kashyapa Mira or Kashyapa's lake. Tibetan literature, I have been told, suggests that they learned their Buddhism, not from India, but from "Shamballa" which is placed precisely where these people lived. Such a prophecy has been made in Kalchakra a sacred text of the buddhist,now primarily of Tibet of which I will speak later, one may find the necessary instructing provided for preparation of the prophesized war. We find in it ‘the psychology of invasions' and elaborated instructions on how to build respective machines to ward off the invaders. The sacred texts go on to say the Dark Age will last until the year 2424 AD, when a ‘great war' will begin in India. The humane race will be rescued from total destruction by the armies of Shambhalla riding ‘flying horses' and ‘boats that fly in the air'. According to the Vedic Text Shambhalla is likewise called as the "Paradesh". James Hilton wrote with regards to it in the 1933 book Lost Horizon, Hollywood portrayed it in the 1960s film ‘Shangri-la', and recent films such as ‘Kundun', ‘Little Buddha' and ‘Seven Years in Tibet' allude to the magical utopia. Even author James Redfield, cited for his New Age best vendor The Celestine Prophecy, has written a book called The Secret of Shambhala: In Search of the Eleventh Insight. Shambhala, which in Sanskrit means "place of peace, of tranquillity," is thought of in Tibet as a community where perfective and semi-perfect beings live and are guiding the evolution of humanity. Shambhala is considered to be the source of the Kalachakra, which is the most eminent and most esoteric branch of Tibetan mysticism. As per the vedic scriptures this esoteric place lies someplace in the Himalayas and it could be the uttermost Hindu pilgrimage place which Mount Kailash and the Mansorovar lake. Shambhala may be identified with the region surrounding Mount Kailash, the mountain in southwestern Tibet holy to both Hindus and Buddhists. This makes sense because, according to Tibetan etymology, Shambhala means the abode of bliss, a synonym for both the Hindu god Shiva and the Buddha-figure Heruka. Hinduism regards Mount Kailash as the seat of Shiva, and Buddhism as the main emplacement of Heruka. Some scholars distinguish the three regions amidst India and Shambhala – Bhotia, Li and Chin – as Tibet, Khotan and China, and then presume that Shambhala is someplace in East Turkistan (the innovative Chinese province of Xinjiang), but this seems to be erroneous. These three names are likewise applied respectively for the Terai, Kathmandu Valley and Dolpo regions of southern, central and northwestern Nepal. The sixth region, Himavan, the land of snows, is a mutual name for Tibet. Mount Kailash is not actually Shambhala, however, but only represents Shambhala on this earth. The Kalachakra Tantra speaks of four holy places around Vajrasana (Bodh Gaya), the internet site where Buddha manifested his enlightenment: Five-peaked Mountain in the east, Potala Mountain in the south, Shambhala in the north and Oddiyana in the west. These are the particular places associated, respectively, with Manjushri, Avalokiteshvara, the Kalki rulers and Guru Rinpoche. They may be identified with Wutaishan in northern China, the Vindhya Range in southern India, Mount Kailash in southwestern Tibet and Swat in northern Pakistan. If we go to these places, however, we do not genuinely find these great beings living there, or even archeological traces of them. As explained earlier, the traveling to Shambhala is a spiritual, not a physical one. "Holy places never had any beginning. They have been holy from the time they have been discovered, strongly alive because of the invisible presence breathing through them. Man is amazed or fearful as he feels the vibrations of invisible power in the air, and religions, feebly falling behind like all humane institutions, gradually assign respective names and symbols to delineate the mystery." Mount Kailash is the extreme place of pilgrimage for the disciples of four religions. For Hindus the mountain is the abode of Shiva, the God symbolising all the damaging forces in the universe and yet at the same time all regenerative power and energy. At the summit of Kailash, Shiva sits on his celestial throne. Almost significantly, the mountain is also sensed as the physical manifestation of the mythical Mount Meru. The Hindus have for centuries traversed the Himalayas to circumnavigate Kailash, believing that a circuit of the mountain will erase the sins of a lifetime and break the karmic cycle. Hindus also believe that the waters of the sacred lake Manasarover were invented from the mind or 'manas' of Brahma, the God who symbolizes the originative strength in the universe. Hindus revere the whole Himalayan Range as a manifestation of the divine consciousness. The presence of the mountain and sacred lake is the extreme endorsement of the sanctity of the whole range. Buddhists, specially the Mahayana Buddhists of Tibet and the surrounding region, call the mountain Kang Rinpoche, the 'precious snow mountain'. For them this is the cosmic mountain, a link among the physical world and the spiritual universe. For Buddhists and Jains the conception of Meru is likewise crucial, for it lies at the centre of their cosmology. Kailash is seen as the physical manifestation of Mount Meru. The Jains, a little but necessary religious sect in India, know Kailash as Mount Ashtapade. It was on the mountain that the founder of the faith, Rishabanatha, attained spiritual liberation. Prior to the introduction of Buddhism in Tibet, the prevailing faith was the Bonpo religion. To the adherents of Bonpo, Kailash was, and is still known as the nine-storied swastika mountain, the mystical soul of the Tibetan Plateau. The swastika is the holy effigy for all these religions and is symbolic of spiritual strength. Kailash and Manasarover have likewise been dubbed the fountainhead of the world. Early pilgrims recognized Kailash and the nearby lake as the source from which stemmed the river schemes of almost the whole of the Indo-Gangetic plain. Indeed within a few miles of the holy peak may be traced the source of the rivers Indus, Brahmaputra, Sutlej, Karnali, and even though more or less further off, the holy river Ganges. That the rivers will have to be considered holy is no surprise, for they are the lifeblood of Northern India, Pakistan and Bangladesh and irrigate the land that still sustains a third of the subcontinent's population. That they their legendary source ought to be seen as an object of devotion and pilgrimage is effortlessly explained. The rivers which find their source in this remote percentage of the Tibetan Plateau enter the plains thousands of miles apart, a distinctive and extraordinary phenomenon. In geographical chronology, The Tibetan Plateau was formed before the Himalayas themselves, and thence the river systems, which drain from the plateau predate, the mountains through which they flow. As the Aryan tribes moved from Central Asia Southwards onto the Indian subcontinent, so they invented a cosmology, which became the basic of Vedic faith. Central in this cosmological model was a mountain called Meru, 'Shining like the morning sun and like a fire without smoke, immeasurable and unapproachable by men of manifold sins'. On the summit of Mount Meru stood Indra's heavenly city Swarga and leading upto the mountain was the pathway to the stars, where the souls of the dead await rebirth. Perhaps the most finish description of the cosmological pattern comes from the Vishnu Purana, which explains how the world is made up of seven continents, ringed by seven oceans. The central island has Meru as it is core, bounded by three mountain ranges to the north and three to the south. Mount Meru is the central fulcrum of the universe, and the navel of the world, from which four mighty rivers take their source. This legend disseminate allround Asia and found expression in the design of temples, stupas, pagodas and other places of religious worship. As the early Vedic beliefs became transformed into the religions we are conscious of today, so Kailash has become the earthy avatar of Mount Meru. People of all times from around the world have stood in awe when faced with majestic mountains. From these sublime experiences have come myths regarding great mountains as homes of the gods, as stairways to the heavens, as pillars of the earth. One mountain range in peculiar inspired this kind of awe, wonder and devotion - the immense Himalayas. The Tibetans and the Hindus specially held the great Himalayan mountain range as sacred. Its grand peaks seemed to reach beyond the profane humane realm and stretch up, touching the divine realm of the gods, so the Tibetans and Hindus saw the mountains as a means of transition amidst both the humane and heavenly worlds. The mountains were created, myth tells us, by the god Indra. A big herd of flying elephants had displeased him, so he punished them by cutting off their wings and they turned into the Himalayas. The mountains were important to all of the gods for they all made sacrifices there. They were particularly significant to the god Shiva, however, whose paradise was on Mount Kailas and whose deep meditation upon the mountain ensured the continued existence of all things. The most sacred mountain of the whole Himalayan range though was most unquestionably Mount Meru. As we have discussed, Mount Kailas is the home of the outstanding god Shiva. Well, Mount Kailas is an actual Himalayan mountain in the Ngari region of Tibet. It rises 22,000 feet high from the edge of the Tibetan Plateau and is highly inaccessible. It is Mount Kailas then that is the physical embodiment of Mount Meru for the Buddhist and Hindu peoples. Mythical Mount Meru was thought to be the axis of the universe, sitting at the centre of the Himalayas. Myths say that Meru rested on the hood of the coiled primeval cobra Vasuki, who, it was said, caused earthquakes when he yawned. It was likewise believed that the whole world would be devoured by this ancient snake at the end of the present age, world cycle. The Hindus and Buddhists both regarded Mount Meru as sacred for it was thought to be the centre of the cosmos and supported all of the spheres of existence, from Brahma's divine city of gold at it is peak, to the seven netherworlds at it is base, and in particular as the source of the sacred Ganges river. They said that Mount Meru's slopes were studded with glittering gemstones and were thick with trees heavy with delicious fruit. Its peaks were rimmed with gold and a big lake encircled it. The divinity of this mountain is reflected in the religious objects of worship, yantras, of these peoples for the mountain is symbolized in their conical shape. Mt. Kailash, at 6714 m likewise known as Tise, Kailasa & Kang Rinpoche(Jewel of the Snows), has since time immemorial been celebrated in some Eastern cosmologies as Mt. Meru, the axis mundi. And as the center of the physical & metaphysical universe, Mt. Meru is sacred to the Buddhist, Jains, the Hindus & the Bonpos. For the Hindus, the mountain represents the seat of Lord Shiva; for the Buddhists, a terrestrial projection of the cosmic mandala of Dhyani-Buddhas & Boddhisatvas….The Wheel of Life; for the Bonpos, Kailash was the sacred nine storey Swastika Mountain, upon which the Bonpo founder Sherab alighted from heaven. Four of the outstanding rivers of the Indian subcontinent originates from here: the Karnali, which feeds into the Ganges (south); the Indus (north); the Sutlez (west) & the Brahmaputra (Yarlung Tsangpo, east. A single circumnambulation around Mount Kailish wipes away the sins of a lifetime. Revered by Buddhists, Hindus, Jains and Böns, this remote Tibetan mountain attracts scores of pilgrims. High on the remote western Tibetan plateau, in the northernmost region of the Himalayas, sits Mount Kailash, the holy mountain. The Tibetan persons have named it Kang Rinpoche, or Snow Jewel, and the Indians refer to it as Mount Meru. Buddhist, Hindu, and Jain pilgrims from the world over go to this holy mountain to circumambulate rather than scale the 22,028-foot high peak. In fact, climbing Mount Kailash is forbidden. The only person to have ever been atop the sacred mountain was Milarepa, a 11th century Tibetan Buddhist yogi. Mount Kailash is ordinarily referred to as the center of the universe in Eastern religious texts from India to Japan. Rooted in the seventh hell and bursting through the most eminent heaven, it is likewise believed to be the World Pillar. Hopi Indians recognize Kailash as being at the opposite side of their Black Mesa, thence it's a cosmic backbone. Hindus who walk around the 32-mile circumference of Mount Kailash use the term parikrama. They believe that Lord Shiva, one of their three main gods, resides atop what they call Mount Meru. Tibetans refer to the clockwise circumambulation as a kora. Both words mean the same thing: pilgrimage. Doing a walk around the mountain may wipe away a lifetime's worth of sins, or negative karma as is the term in Eastern religions. "He who performs the Parikrama, the ritual circumambulation of the holy mountain, with a utterly devoted and concentrated mind goes through a full cycle of life and death" Lama Anagarika Govinda, ‘The Way of the White Clouds.' The Jains who refer to Kailash as Mount Ashtapada believe the founder of their faith, Rishabanatha, resides atop the mountain. And the Böns [or Bönpos], the religion which predates Buddhism in Tibet, maintain that the entire mystical region and the Nine-Story Swastika Mountain is the seat of all power. When viewed from the south face, a swastika may be seen. Unlike the Jains, Buddhists or Hindus, the Böns make counterclockwise circumambulations. "According to Bönpo accounts, 18 enlightened teachers will appear in this eon and Tönpa Shenrab, the founder of the Bön religion, is the enlightened teacher of this age. He is said to have been born in the mythical land of Olmo Lung Ring, whose emplacement remains something of a mystery. The land is traditionally described as eclipsed by Mount Yung-drung Gu-tzeg (Edifice of Nine Swastikas), which galore discern as Mount Kailash in western Tibet. Due to the sacredness of Olmo Lung Ring and the mountain, both the counter-clockwise swastika and the number nine are of outstanding signification in the Bön religion." From ‘The Office of Tibet' Devout Tibetan Buddhists will do full length prostrations, a feat which takes various weeks, around Mount Kailash, increasing the amount of purification they will receive. Many pilgrims do a finish round of the mountain in one day, an accomplishment made more difficult by the 15,000-foot high altitude. Pilgrimages are by their very nature meant to be arduous, and as the Ngari region of Mount Kailash has no airports or train stations nearby, people arrive at their spiritual destination by foot, horseback, yak or jeep. Tarchen is a little settlement near the south face of the mountain; the place where most pilgrimages begin. Those unwilling or unable to make the kora around the mountain may hire someone who will, thereby splitting the assembled merit 50/50. This doesn't grant either the person who sponsors the kora or the one who actually makes the journeying to attain instant enlightenment. For those who make the kora, apart from enduring highly changeable weather conditions, there are four prostration points in which to recompense physical homage. Many pilgrims make sure they visit the three monasteries located along the path. Near the top of the kora is the Shiwa Tsal, named after the famed cremation grounds in India. Pieces of clothing, a lock of hair or a drop of blood are left there as an offering, signifying the pilgrim's understanding of death and rebirth. At the most eminent point of the circuit, just over 18,000 feet, is Dolma La Pass, meaning ‘She Who Helps Cross.' [The Sanskrit name for the female Buddha is Tara]. This refers to the crossing over to liberation as well as being capable to finish the pilgrimage circuit around Kailash. The outstanding boulder of Tara is swathed with long, colorful strings of prayer flags which send out messages of peace with each flap they make in this windy region. Mount Kailash is also the source of four major rivers: the Indus, the Brahmaputra, the Karnali and the Sutleg. The comparison to the Indian legend of Mount Meru from whose summit flows four outstanding rivers that irrigate all of Asia is hard to miss. Eighteen miles southeast of Kailash is the circular, turquoise Lake Manasarovar, or Tso Rinpoche, [Precious Lake], a 64-mile circuit, which is seldom finished except by the most devout. Bathing in the lake, or even dousing one's head with the holy water, is said to be of enormous spiritual gain to those who may brave the icy water which a good deal of assert comprise miraculous powers. Hindus are told that finish immersion into the lake ensures they be reborn as a god. Tibetans, on the other hand, keep out of the way of bathing in the lake so as not to make it dirty. This is a freshwater lake, three miles above sea level. There is a saltwater lake, divided by a narrow peninsula, named Raksas Tal, or devil's lake. Pilgrims don't bathe or circumambulate this crescent moon-shaped body of water, but do pay their respect by glancing in it is direction. Five monasteries have been rebuilt on the shores of Lake Manasarovar since 1981—before the Chinese invasion in 1959 there were eight. Fatigued pilgrims are permitted to stay in the monasteries. Fewer than 500 Indian nationals are permitted to make the pilgrimage per year due to the Chinese and Indian governments. Most of the Indians permitted in are chosen by way of a lottery and the capacity to compensate their own way is evident in the fact that the majority of them are middle-aged businessmen from big cities. Before the Cultural Revolution, pilgrims were chosen by their bountiful faith. They traveled on foot or horseback. Some of them made the journeying by doing the full-length prostrations along the way, an endeavor which could last for years, depending upon the distance and the weather conditions. Few pilgrims were armed, making them prey to thieves. But even underneath such extreme conditions, they were unafraid of death; dying for the duration of a pilgrimage gorgeous much guaranteed them a lot of good karma points. Pilgrimages require a degree of flexibleness that most people aren't required to possess in a world with guaranteed insurance gains and retirement plans. To make a spiritual journeying is to rid oneself of habits and to open the heart, making the pilgrim ego less and pure; then permitting this transformation to reach out and in a positive manner affect others. "There is no place more powerful for practice, more blessed, or more marvelous than this; May all pilgrims and practitioners be welcome!" Milarepa, Tibetan Buddhist yogi [circa 1052 – 1136] The spiritual center of the World has had dissimilar names in dissimilar traditions, but in a good deal of spiritual systems there is referred to a sure and distinctive point of emanation of spiritual order, most often times described in a way that suggests it being placed in a parallel world or a higher dimension. The Hindus have called it "Paradesha", the Buddhists "Shambhala", the Christians and the Jews the "Garden of Eden". In the esoteric creative writing of recognized artisti value it has become known as "Shangri-La", "Agarttha" or "the Land of the Living". The early European travellers to Tibet systematically told the same tale of a concealed spiritual centre of power. Adventurers recounted fantastic tales of a concealed kingdom near Tibet. This particular place is known by galore local and territorial names, which no doubt caused much confusedness amid early travellers as to the kingdom's unfeigned identity. These early travellers knew it as Agharta (sometimes spelt Agharti, Asgartha or Agarttha), even though it is now ordinarily known as Shambhala. Is there in truth a concealed galaxy of minds living in seclusion in an inaccessible part of Asia, or is it plainly a myth? Shambhala, the "Hidden Kingdom," is thought of in Tibet as a community where perfective and semiperfect beings live and are guiding the evolution of humankind. Shambhala is considered to be the source of the Kalacakra, which is the most eminent and most esoteric branch of Tibetan mysticism. The Buddha preached the teachings of the Kalacakra to an assemblage of holy men in southern India. Afterwards, the teachings remained concealed for 1,000 years until an Indian yogi-scholar went in search of Shambhala and was initiated into the teachings by a holy man he met along the way. The Kalacakra then remained in India until it made it is way to Tibet in 1026. Since then the conception of Shambhala has been widely known in Tibet, and Tibetans have been studying the Kalacakra for the least 900 years, learning it is science, practicing it is meditation, and using it is scheme of astrology to guide their lives. As one Tibetan lama put it, how could Shambhala be the source of something which has affected so some areas of Tibetan life for so long and yet not exist? Tibetan religious texts describe the physical makeup of the concealed land in detail. It is thought to look like and eight-petaled lotus blossom because it is made up of eight regions, each surrounded by a ring of mountains. In the center of the innermost ring lies Kalapa, the capital, and the king's palace, which is composed of gold, diamonds, coral, and precious gems. The capital is surrounded by mountains made of ice, which shine with a crystalline light. The technology of Shambhala is supposed to be highly advanced; the palace holds particular skylights made of lenses which serve as high-powered telescopes to study extraterrestrial life, and for hundreds of years Shambhala's inhabitants have been using aircraft and cars that shuttle through a network of underground tunnels. On the way to enlightenment, Shambhalans acquire such powers a clairvoyance, the capacity to move at great speeds, and the capacity to materialize and vanish at will. The foretelling of Shambhala states that each of it is kings will rule for 100 years. There will be 32 in all, and as their reigns pass, conditions in the outside world will deteriorate. Men will become more warlike and pursue power for it is own sake, and an ideology of materialism will disseminate over the earth. When the "barbarians" who follow this ideology are unified underneath an evil king and think there is not one thing left to conquer, the mists will lift to disclose the icy mountains of Shambhala. The barbarians will attack Shambhala with a huge army equipped with terrible weapons. Then the 32nd king of Shambhala, Rudra Cakrin, will lead a mighty host versus the invaders. In a last great battle, the evil king and his followers will be destroyed. By definition Shambhala is hidden. It is thought to subsist someplace amid the Gobi Desert and the Himalayas, but it is protected by a psychic barrier so that no one may find the kingdom who is not meant to. Tibetan lamas spend a great deal of their lives in spiritual development before attempting the journeying to Shambhala. Those who undertake to get there who are not wanted are swallowed by crevasses or caught in avalanches. People and animals tremble at it is borders as if bombarded by invisible rays. There are guidebooks to Shambhala, but they describe the route in terms so vague that only those already initiated into the teachings of the Kalacakra may comprehend them. Strange sightings in the area where Shambhala is thought to be seem to provide proof of it is existence. Tibetans believe that the land is guarded by beings with superhuman powers. In the early 1900s an article in an Indian newspaper, the Statesman, told of a British major who, camping in the Himalayas, saw a very tall, lightly clad man with long hair. Apparently, noticing that he was being watched, the man leaped down the vertical slope and disappeared. To the major's astonishment, the Tibetans with whom he was camping showed no surprise at his story; they calmly explained that he had seen one of the snowmen who guard the sacred land. A more elaborated account of these "snowmen" guardians was given by Alexandra David-Neel, an explorer who expended 14 years in Tibet. While journeying through the Himalayas she saw a man moving with extraordinary speed and described him as follows: "I could without doubt or question see his perfectly calm impassive face and wide-open eyes with their look with fixed eyes fixed on a lot of invisible distant object located someplace high up in space. The man did not run. He seemed to life himself from the ground, proceeding by leaps. It looked as if he had been endowed with the elasticity of a ball, and rebounded each time his feet touched the ground. His steps had the regularity of a pendulum." While humans (especially Tibetan lamas) have been searching for Shambhala for centuries, those who seek the kingdom ofttimes never return, either because they have found the concealed country and have remained there or because they have been destroyed in the attempt. Tibetan texts containing what appear to be historical facts regarding Shambhala, such as the names and dates of it is kings and records of corresponding events occurring in the outside world, give Tibetans further and added reason for believing that the kingdom exists. Recent events that seem to correspond to the divinations of the mythic kingdom add strength to their belief. The disintegration of Buddhism in Tibet and the growth of materialism all around the world, coupled with the wars and turmoil of the 20th century, all fit in with the forecasting of Shambhala.Shambhala is the place where King Sucandra, having come from the north of Kashmir, brought and invented the exercise of Kalachakra, after he had received it is empowerment and teachings at Dhanyakataka. Shambhala Prophecy The foretelling of Shambhala states that each of it is kings will rule for 100 years. There will be 32 in all, and as their reigns pass, conditions in the outside world will deteriorate. Men will become more warlike and pursue power for it is own sake, and an ideology of materialism will disseminate over the earth. When the "barbarians" who follow this ideology are united under an evil king and think there is not one thing left to conquer, the mists will lift to disclose the icy mountains of Shambhala. The barbarians will attack Shambhala with a huge army equipped with terrible weapons. Then the 32nd king of Shambhala, Rudra Cakrin, will lead a mighty host versus the invaders. In a last great battle, the evil king and his followers will be destroyed. The Buddha prophesized that all who received the Kalachakra empowerment would take rebirth in it is mandala. Kalachakra Mandella - "Wheel of Time" The outer meaning deals with the universe and all conventional sciences such as astronomy, astrology, mathematics, and medicine. The inner meaning relates to the humane body, it is internal structure and subtle energies, to be invented through yogas and tantras. The mystery meaning refers to the finish cycle of study and exercise of the Tantric meditation on the Kalachakra deity and it is Mandala. The "Kalachakra Tantra" is regarded as the essence and heart of Vajrayana. The basi king of Shambhala, Sucandra, an emanation of Vajrapani, requested Buddha Sakyamuni to give teachings when it comes to Kalachakra. On the full-moon day of the third month, at the stupa of Dhanyakataka in the south of India, before an assemblage of innumerable Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Dakas, Dakinis, gods, nagas and yakshas, the Buddha manifested in the form of Kalachakra, transmitted the finish empowerment and gave teachings on this Tantra, which belongs to the most unfathomed and most eminent class of Tantras. When back
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