This was the beginning of discoveries ……….4

It was an old Christian church. The Reign of the British or the Portuguese. I arrived at the church's curtains in the dark. Unnamed trees blooming on the road to the church. The street is covered with beautiful carpet of leaves and flowers falling from them. Of the church by the flower street In front of me, I suddenly opened the gigantic door that shows the magnificence of the architecture. I could see the vast interior through the door that opened by itself. At the end of the interior, I saw a crucifixion of the altar. A young man with a long face with blonde hair, fine beard and mustache. His face was so beautiful that he could reach the apex of meditation. The light was radiating around the head, shining brightly into the mosque as if it were a sunrise. In the vision of that worthy person, I saw darkness and a man emerge from my body. Surprisingly, I moved on to Yogi. The sheep started looking at me in a special way. I was terrified that it would disrupt the yogic meditation. And forced to walk back. The thought that I would have to move away from that great spirit was very frustrating for me at the moment. He was seen smiling with a smiling face yogi eyes. Seaweed eyes. The tideless wave was calm. "Teacher, when I saw you, a shadow had passed away from me. This is the first of its kind. Who are you really . Can I be your disciple? " The Yogi responded with a warm sound of snow "Do I need to know who I am or do you know yourself?" "Teacher, I am still in search of who I am and what I want to do in the world. From what I have seen since you came back, I have realized." The yogi responded with a smile. "Just close your eyes for a moment." ★ When I opened my eyes to the bright interior, what I saw was a strange sight. Most of the burial grounds covered by the old age are a ruined graveyard. According to Christian belief, the cross is placed in burial places. Many of them are in a broken state. The church I saw a while ago was still visible in the distance. Burial grounds spread over acres. The light that breaks the darkness. The seeds of fear had already been sown in the mind. There is someone in the nun's monastery that is attached to the cemetery. When I was about to move, I noticed that I was in the air. Yes, I'm flying. Above the graveyards covered with moss in the cemetery. I flew up to the nun's mast. It was like an old fortress. People who walk down the aisle are not always noticed. It seemed to me that no one there was seeing me. I flew up to the top of the fort. I was really impressed by the enormity of the fort. Except for the main entrance of the fort, there were only small windows placed on the walls of each room. While flying around the castle, I heard a woman scream unexpectedly. I flew to see Dick, who was crying. I stood in the air next to the room crying. Two hands that occasionally wrap themselves up to reach the window of the room. It's a woman's two hands with a white killer. I could clearly see those hands in the moonlight that had been lifted from the clouds. The owner of those hands also tried to hold onto the bars of the window. After a failed attempt, those hands slide down again. "Who will it be" cries again when the anxiety is unbearable. I flew to the door. Inside it is a woman with dirty dress, Jauketiya with loose hair. She looks about twenty-five years old. The blonde hair and dull hair did not dampen her beauty at all. She looked at me from the window. "Maybe she'll see." She looked at me intently, crying so I could understand my suspicions. "I don't know who you are. Please save me and me from God, Angel or man. This is where I came in by mistake. Please save me." She jumped to my feet and began to fly again, despite the delusions of that madness. "Please get me out of here." As I flew to the top of the fort, shaking hands, I heard a roar from below. I floated through the air towards the church, which was visible in the distance. I realized that I could barely touch the earth when I looked down at the carpet where the flowers spread out. Just staying in the air. It blew my mind to go inside the mosque and see that yogi. But I can't even move a little. Like someone caught me in the air. It was then that I heard the sound of something falling on a sore thump. It was so dark that it was impossible to see anything around. As the eyes gradually became familiar with the darkness, they began to see shadow-like eyes. Not church or flower trees. It's a small room, my bedroom. I struggled to believe it was anything but a dream. I was in awe of the nightmares that had brought me to the dawn of dusk and the blooming carpet, the gigantic gated church, the light of the sheep shed, the Yogi, the great cemetery, the fortress's nun, and  the young woman who had begged on her feet. That was the beginning of my  discoveries .........  Eating half the deer, hanging half the deer's right hand in its right hand. Three sticks attached to the body, the left hand holding a dead dog's skull, and then the four Veda dogs in the wild. A snake in the neck and a skinny skin. And sweet on the horns that fastened on the waist. Breathtaking breath. Growing inert flesh of copper beard and a folded layer of beads. “Shivaguru Sri Gurubhyo Namau " Adi Shankaracharya was cast in the same role as Chandala and Shiva ...! "Only the one who starts to walk deserves the path. The one who is standing is the path." Quarrels and spirits. (Or demonic beings) All of them show special siddhis. According to psychology (they all seem to be subordinates to dualism), be identical with someone else. Self hypnotized by this etymology. Can't we fully awaken the sleeping forces inside us ....? (Only a doubt of mine.) From the original to the millennium like a thunderstorm !. To the Samadhi, where the waves of alpha's gamma and beta are broken. To the absolute realization. I don't think the person who was surrounded by the sheep was different from me. I'm hiding the light. Now they are hiding from the hiding place. To me, I need to think about that light. Om is the voice that creates air in the conch. This air is the same soul that survived us. Life is the supplement of Prana and Air Itady. What about the rest of the demons? . This is a silence ... I am the illuminator and illusionist Talk to me ... The illusionist was about to meditate. That's when the man who stole the light came through. He started yelling, without any introduction. "How can I ask God to show you the way ...?" A smile spread across the illusive face. "It is doubtful that he who steals the light, seeks the light." The light bearer began to cheer. "You have never heard of elephants. Elephants in the forest. We terrorize human beings with their heads and their fierceness. Someday, we will have premature death by the hands of men and then we will not remember the 'time'. 'Time' still remembers them. With the honor of carrying Ishwar on his head. If you ever walk alone, you don't have that honor. That honor belongs to Natana who studied law. They have eaten a lot of pain at first, but they have reached amelioration. That's why I'm telling you to get married. Sometimes it can be a bit of a chore, as married people say. That chain can be heavy and cause a lot of freedom. But in the end. It is what it takes to make you enjoy life and never forget 'time'. " The dreadful Kalpana meditated for a while. The other half said it with open mouths. "Forest, nattanayakunna varikkuli tirttavanre vaccunittalum, praleabhanavuman the award. Come vrnam chain urann broken leg, and one of the only happiness with fear, jiviccavaneatulla, beadhamanas'sin. Maranasesabahumati. Upabeadhattil verantukitanna svatantryameahattinre, it is to be alive, netentiyirunna yathart'thameaksattileykk Pakula Visavitt. But there is a situation where the elephant rules are forgotten. Unconsciousness, drunkenness. Forgetting the rules imposed on its conscious subconscious. It recognizes its own strength. Man will realize in that nightmare, he is his. Until then, you will be able to identify yourself with the rules that have been imposed and leave the prestige that you will receive posthumously. So self-identified. He is a sadhana with great teachers. And the illusionist When the light-stealer was about to say something again, the magician said so. "He who tries to hide the light, know him. He who walks is in need of the way. Start walking. You will find your way. The fire in the fireplace .... Its ashes are replaced with new wood. For combustion. (To burn) Then the magician locks his meditations and meditates ...