Only the Self is Real
The world is but a show, glittering and empty. It is, and yet is
not. It is there as long as I
to see it and take part in it. When I cease caring, it
dissolves. It has no cause and serves no
It just happens when we are absent-minded. It appears exactly as
it looks, but there is no
in it, nor meaning. Only the onlooker is real. Call him Self or
Atma. To the Self the world is but
colourful show, which he enjoys as long as it lasts and forgets
when it is over. Whatever happens
the stage makes him shudder in terror or roll with laughter, yet
all the time he is aware that it is
a show. Without desire or fear he enjoys it, as it happens.
The person immersed in the world has a life of many flavours. He
weeps, he laughs,
and hates, desires and fears, suffers and rejoices. The
desireless and fearless jnani , what life
he? Is he not left high and dry in his aloofness?
His state is not so desolate. It tastes of the pure, uncaused,
undiluted bliss. He is happy and
aware that happiness is his very nature and that he need not do
anything, nor strive for
to secure it. It follows him, more real than the body, nearer
than the mind itself. You
that without cause there can be no happiness. To me dependence
on anything for
is utter misery. Pleasure and pain have causes, while my state
is my own, totally
Like a play on the stage?
The play was written, planned and rehearsed. The world just
spouts into being out of nothing
returns to nothing.
Is there no creator? Was not the world in the mind of Brahma ,
before it was created?
As long as you are outside my state, you will have Creators,
Preservers and Destroyers, but
with me you will know the Self only and see yourself in all.
You function nevertheless.
When you are giddy, you see the world running circles round you.
Obsessed with the idea of
and end, of work and purpose, you see me apparently functioning.
In reality I only look.
is done, is done on the stage. Joy and sorrow life and death,
they all are real to the man
bondage; to me they are all in the show, as unreal as the show
may perceive the world just like you, but you believe to be in
it, while I see it as an iridescent drop
the vast expanse of consciousness.
We are all getting old. Old age is not pleasant -- all aches and
pains, weakness and the
approaching end. How does a jnani feel as an old man? How does
his inner self look at his own
As he gets older he grows more and more happy and peaceful.
After all, he is going home. Like
traveller nearing his destination and collecting his luggage, he
leaves the train without regret.
Surely there is a contradiction. We are told the jnani is beyond
all change. His happiness
grows nor wanes. How can he grow happier because older, and that
in spite of physical
and so on?
There is no contradiction. The reel of destiny is coming to its
end -- the mind is happy. The mist
bodily existence is lifting -- the burden of the body is growing
less from day to day.
Let us say, the jnani is ill. He has caught some flu and every
joint aches and burns. What is his
Every sensation is contemplated in perfect equanimity. There is
no desire for it, nor refusal. It is
it is and then he looks at it with a smile of affectionate
He may be detached from his own suffering, but still it is
It is there, but it does not matter. Whatever state I am in, I
see it as a state of mind to be
as it is.
Pain is pain. You experience It all the same.
He who experiences the body, experiences its pains and
pleasures. I am neither the body, nor
experiencer of the body.
Let us say you are twenty-five years old. Your marriage is
arranged and performed, and the
duties crowd upon you. How would you feel?
Just as I feel now. You keep on insisting that my inner state is
moulded by outer events. It is just
so. Whatever happens, I remain. At the root of my being is pure
awareness, a speck of intense
This speck, by its very nature, radiates and creates pictures in
space and events in time --
and spontaneously. As long as it is merely aware there are no
problems. But when the
mind comes into being and creates distinctions, pleasure and
pain arise. During sleep
mind is in abeyance and so are pain and pleasure. The process
of, creation continues, but no
is taken. The mind is a form of consciousness, and consciousness
is an aspect of life. Life
everything but the Supreme is beyond all.
The Supreme is the master and consciousness -- his servant.
The master is in consciousness, not beyond it. In terms of
consciousness the Supreme is both
and dissolution, concretion and abstraction, the focal and the
universal. It is also neither.
do not reach there, nor mind.
The jnani seems to be a very lonely being, all by himself.
He is alone, but he is all. He is not even a being. He is the
beingness of all beings. Not even
No words apply. He is what he is, the ground from which all
Are you not afraid to die?
I shall tell you how my Guru's Guru died. After announcing that
his end was nearing, he stopped
without changing the routine of his daily life. On the eleventh
day, at prayer time he was
and clapping vigorously and suddenly died! Just like that,
between two movements, like a
out candle. Everybody dies as he lives. I am not afraid of
death, because I am not afraid of
I live a happy life and shall die a happy death. Misery is to be
born, not to die. All depends how
look at it.
There can be no evidence of your state. All I know about it is
what you say. All I see is a very
You are the interesting old man, not me! I was never born. How
can I grow old? What I appear
be to you exists only in your mind. I am not concerned with it.
Even as a dream you are a most unusual dream.
I am a dream that can wake you up. You will have the proof of it
in your very waking up.
Imagine, news reach you that I have died. Somebody tells you:
'You know so-and-so? He died'.
would be your reaction?
I would be very happy to have you back home. Really glad to see
you out of this foolishness.
Of thinking that you were born and will die, that you are a body
displaying a mind and all such
In my world nobody is born and nobody dies. Some people go on a
journey and come
some never leave. What difference does it make since they travel
in dream lands, each
up in his own dream. Only the waking up is important. It is
enough to know the 'I am' as
and also love.
My approach is not so absolute, hence my question. Throughout
the West people are in search
something real. They turn to science, which tells them a lot
about matter, a little about the mind
nothing about the nature and purpose of consciousness. To them
reality is objective, outside
observable and describable, directly or by inference; about the
subjective aspect of reality they
nothing. It is extremely important to let them know that there
is reality and it is to be found in
freedom of consciousness from matter and its limitations and
distortions. Most of the people in
world just do not know that there is reality which can be found
and experienced in
It seems very important that they should hear the good news from
actually experienced. Such witnesses have always existed and
their testimony is precious.
Of course. The gospel of self-realisation, once heard, will
never be forgotten. Like a seed left in
ground, it will wait for the right season and sprout and grow
into a mighty tree.