This Sanskrit mantra has the combined powers of Lakshmi, Saraswati and Kali, and is used for protection against internal or external negative forces. Sadhus chant or listen to mantras are the same sound frequencies used to move enormous stones, as seen in all antedeluvian structures, the pyramids, and in the modern Buddhist temples built in the present day. Chanting voices, bells, bowls, the resonance of OM in human voice – why eastern music sounds nasal to western ears – this is integrally part of why mantras exist and are used.
In this being’s case the OM DUM DURGAYEI NAMAHA mantra is a powerful sword against the swirling energies of persons locally, using Facebook and other social media, full of parasites and toxic foods, the Maya of television and newspapers all owned by the controllers programming illusion into human minds as boiling frogs. Even in Rishikesh, India the octopus lulls almost all into obeisance of samsara.
And if anyone is curious, Sanskrit is the true angelic language.
On January 13, 2020, I attended a birthday celebration for the son of the babaji at the Mast Ram Ashram in Rishikesh. I was invited by the family, having become friends after I was asked to help their with their business, a prominent high-end hotel offering yoga retreats, doing some content development for their website in exchange for meals and edifying company. India is like that.
After experiencing the feast meal, a first for me here in India, sitting on the ground in rows being served from buckets by monks, and eating off of shaped leaf plates that afterward the cows would consume – no manmade products – the yoga instructor and I went down to the beach to join many others from the immediate family who were sunning, playing games, chatting, doing yoga.
That beach is called GOA BEACH by locals here, as it has a broad expanse of sand, reminiscent of tropical beaches of Goa in the south of India.
I took photos of the banks, people enjoying playing on the rocks and sand, did some headstands and held my tree pose for the longest ever, and then went off to a quiet spot to simply absorb the ambience, relax and meditate. I love people very much, but am a loner at heart. I spread my shawl on the sand about a dozen, maybe fifteen or sixteen feet from the inner contour shoreline sandbank where there was a quiet inlet, with no rippling waves from river rafting boats, no surges, no one playing and running in and out of the water. I laid down on my back with my head facing away from the early afternoon sun, and wriggled around like a just-groomed horse in dust to make a comfortable impression of my body shape to rest in, and with my eyes closed and hands in Mudras, began to meditate. (I learned to make these sand body snugs in Hawaii from a native there when I went to the Big Island in 2012.) My carrybag was against my right side, the strap looped around my arm, as I always do when I am in public places, to prevent theft and loss.
I am not sure how much time had passed: two minutes, five, twenty, but I was suddenly brought to consciousness by the yelling of my yoga instructor, who said “Durga, the water! Get up! You have to move! The water has come up to your head and your computer is going to get wet!” I looked toward the sound of his voice, opening my eyes. His arm was extending and he was pointing at the inner water’s edge just past my head.
Having been in a very powerful state of thought-free bliss and forced by his urgency to react, I raised my head and shoulders, turning toward where he was standing and gesturing at, and brought myself up, my right hand pushing against the sand. I saw that there was a straight, narrow and absolutely direct channel coming from the inner bank that ended in a circle which had stopped just inches from the depression my head had left in the sand. Vaibov, the yog, looked very alarmed, and as I continued to stand up, not taking my eyes from what I saw, I looked for a reason, some irregularity of current, something – anything – that would cause this, and was it moving even at all, this water. I asked him how much time had passed since I’d laid down, and he said he didn’t know. That he “looked over and the water had all at once come up to me.”
Standing now, I looked from the left to the right of where this absolutely straight and solitary channel had made its way to my head. There was no rushing current on the bank. No rocks or branches, no animals, no sand bar. No footsteps. No turtles, fish… no wind.
THERE WAS NO NATURALLY OCCURRING, RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THE PHENOMENA.
By then others began running over to see what Vaibhov and I were looking at. It was inexplicable, and everyone there saw it. The water of the Holy Ganga River had deviated from its own course and made a perfect circle halo at the top of my head, my crown chakra. And it stopped there. As we watched, standing, that was as far as the water went, and eventually the sand resumed its shape as if a hand brushed it back into place.
All there with me witnessed this. The son of the babaji whose birthday it was who owns the hotel said I was “blessed by Nature Herself” (their family is Sikh, and they conceptualize GOD as nature).
I only know that I felt very happy, in a quiet and still place within. I felt honored, and this event was a confirmation of something inside so profound I can only say that it is supernatural and very real. I was shown love by the angel of water, the water from heaven, the Ganges River. I am indeed blessed. No mechanical reason exists fot this happening, the deviation of water in a perfect channel to form a perfect pool at the top of my head in the sand. It wasn’t windy, there were no branches or debris or rock promontories on the channel’s water and bank edges to have caused some singular current to do what we all saw. The inlet was still, no ripples. If only someone had thought to take a photo! I did not, enraptured in a moment more profound even than when I had my son by a completely natural VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean).
Water is LIFE. I go to the the Mother Ganga as often as I can. I don’t make a ceremony of it: no need. After the welcome I received from this Universal Emissary of The Divine Consciousness, the very water of heaven, I feel an abiding inner gnosis (knowledge of Truth) of who I AM. There is no question. It’s like the fruit of any chosen yoga: writing, sewing, making art, gardening and horseback riding and the voice and heartbeat of the Creator: LOVE. Pure peace and boundless bliss.
I keep Ganga water close, in a jug next to my head as I sleep has a resonance stronger than any structured water one could make with intention and words. I say this with the certaintude of experience firsthand, having used cymatics to structure both my pure distilled drinking water and kombucha I make with words. Besides blessing myself with it, and sprinkling it in my living space, its very presence eliminates archonic negative energies for more powerfully than any organite, shungite or ormus. This is the waters which were divided, and I’m graced to share what happened here with you.
In the last week things have been finding me. An antediluvian human connection, an inscribed marble slab, a horseshoe, a shiva lingam stone… each has significance as the wordless communication of The Divine universal consciousness of the soul.
Chance street meeting in a city of thousands two days in a row, different places, different times, or the plan of the I AM That, The All.
Just before that first re-meeting, I was asked by One telling me of my white light aura “What is the one question you are here to answer, if any, or are you here for All in this time?” (Yes.)
Along a well-travelled walk travelled by many thousands of feet, cows, dogs, horses and scooters daily, of all I could see, my eyes spotted an engraved slab of marble to the left of the lane, in a pile of stones to be crushed to build with in the worksite on the right. I carry a rice bag with handles in my sack purse and put it in, made the empty spot look nice with some arranged rocks, and carried it all day long. In the evening my landlord translated it, and said it was a very auspicious sign and message for me from the universe. Translated from Sanskrit, it reads:
PAIN IS THE FRUIT OF KARMA WHOEVER ACCEPTS THIS PAIN WILL BE LIBERATED FROM OBSTACLES AND RECEIVES CONFIRMATION OF THE TEST TO REACH MOKSHA
Horses will continue to be in my life, as I remember flying with them, winged astride, and vimana chariots.
And this shiva lingam-esque stone so correctly anatomically…
So many more findings are animate within, and pass like clouds in my mind.
Rishikesh is known as “the yoga capital of the world”, and for good reason: there are yoga schools lining every street, lane and alley, extending up the mountainsides.
A mecca of yoga teacher training courses (I am reminded of Babylon’s scale), the lifelong-resident Indians I speak with describe how much it has changed in just the last 15 years – let alone since 1928, when the small Himalayan village began to become “built up” and had only ten or so families. Now there are literally hundreds of yoga schools, with more to come.
The industriously hard-working local boys and men work from dawn until late in the evening constructing more concrete structures, their pack horses carrying stone up from the Holy Ganga River. One can hear the team clip-clopping down the rough stone and concrete roads before dawn at a good pace, their shoes making a smart sound. They must have the stone at the ready before work begins after sunup.
The way I see it, two factors predicate the dominating presence of yoga in Rishikesh, the first being that it is inseparable from the spiritual beingness, and the second because it was introduced to consumer-driven popular culture in an age which questioned the status quo. The growing era of the Hippie movement of “Turn On, Tune In and Drop Out” was the rage in San Francisco and New York over fifty years ago in February 1968 when the Beatles came to Rishikesh to take part in a Transcendental Meditation training course at Maharishi Mahesh Yogi’s ashram, drawn by the Maharishi’s open counter-culture ideologies of liberation. (A much, much deeper dive exploring the factors behind this is more appropriate on my other blog serving ‘controversial’ topics.) Donovan was there too, and Mike Love from the Beach Boys, and actress Mia Farrow who had just finished filming director Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby and who for many years Woody Allen’s life partner. The WHITE ALBUM was written here.
With the proliferation of the many training programs comes a dilution of the actual purpose of yoga, which is a way of being, not merely a system of health methods and detox practices. More than a lifestyle, it is living in accordance with the harmony of nature, as nature is GOD, and the body is the temple in which the consciousness of the One Infinite resides. According to those who walk the path of the devotee to Truth, the driving principles are second in priority to profit now, as the reality of the matter is that 200, 300 and 500 hour courses do not a soul make. The question which begs to be asked is all about spiritual accountability. This may come as a shock to some, but all over America, yoga is offered in churches as an exercise class on the condition that the spiritual aspect is not taught. In actuality, yoga enables the human to free their consciousness from the prison of the body and reach their innate oneness with The Creator, the GOD consciousness within.
Recently I had the honor of being introduced to the yoga master of MrityunJaya Yogpeeth, Guru Ji Vaibhav Joshi, a master providing instruction and integrative healing for guests at the INDIRA NIKUNJ Hotel in Sheesham Jhari, Muni Ki Reti, Rishikesh. A few minutes walk from the Swami Swatantranand Ashram where Sri Mooji holds satsang each year, it offers an intentionally grounded, serene and balanced atmosphere: a calm counterpart to the bustling fullness that is India’s rich tapestry of teeming life. Only thirty years old, Guru Ji has the limitless perceptiveness of compassionate observation only found in fully self-realized enlightened individuals.
Guru Ji Vaibhav explains that yoga is more than a popular exercise trend to improve flexibility, but has a much greater reason behind it, which is to free the soul from the bondage of life and death. Yoga asanas (postures) were performed by yogis to remove or reduce the ailments of their body, as well as condition it so that they could maintain a particular asana for longer periods to make their body strong enough to bear the duration of meditation by tension, pain and accompanying to adjust position. The practice of yoga as a way of life enhances the ability to connect the human microcosm with the macrocosm of universal consciousness. And from a state of consciousness to the state of super consciousness, to become one with the divine.
There are different levels of practice and understanding of yoga philosophy, physiology and anatomy. The basic understanding is instilled and nurtured both theoretically and practically through meditation, yogic lore, cleansing techniques, the breathing of pranayama, and different yoga postures called asanas are the foundation of the program at Mrityunjaya Yogpeeth. It is up to the soul of the seeker of truth to embrace.
Softspoken and with an empathic warmth, it was immediately apparent the innately boundless love emanating from his soul to all around him. One doesn’t meet a being such as this often in life, and as we talked, his dark brown eyes met mine with a clear and unblinking, engaged focus, with a clarity of gaze reminding me of Bhagwan Ramana Marharshi. The Joshi family is a well-known line of pundits here in Rishikesh. For westerners reading this, the meaning of the word ‘pundit’ is used completely differently: in the West, a pundit is a person known for sarcastic, ascerbic, dry-humored criticism, while in the East a pundit is a person of great spiritual understanding. This is yet another example of how the truth has been hidden, and why one owes it to oneself to embrace yoga, and discover their true nature free of previous indoctrination, misinformation and damage to the self and body.
Guru Ji Vaibhav’s body language and attitude exude the soft confidence only the knowing of the self allows. Describing to me three previous clients who each stayed on to heal from previous injuries and the subsequent lifestyle limitations caused, his face reflecting the depth of his spirit’s compassion for the trauma they suffered, and under his daily guidance, were released from. “I just want to help people”, he told me with a sentence that did not have to be made words, as by his very being present, he is doing just that. “To understand yoga we must be ready to accept it and surrender ourselves to the lore of yoga which is given to us by Lord Shiva, the adi yogi, for he is the father of yoga: the one who told the lore of yoga to the world.”
Yoga is said to be a healing force that works throughout the world. “Mrityun” means Death and “Jaya” means Victory: victory over death.
To commodify humanity as a dependent and harvested resource, the western world has been intentionally cut off from awareness of the needs of the body and soul. The yogic and ayurvedic path has restorative powers which are intentionally dismissed by allopathic (conventional western) medicine. No matter the age, station in life or distance from wellness and wholeness, one can begin to learn to nurture their body and their soul and heal. The three individuals mentioned above, in one to two months’ time respectively and the third improving steadily, returned to productive and satisfying lives after working with Guru Ji Joshi. One was an athlete from the U.S.A., a runner attacked and severely beaten and sustaining multiple fractures affecting his entire left side, who now runs again. Another is a woman in her early 60’s who had a slipped disk and the associated chronic pain which erodes the quality of life and saps vibrance from the spirit. The ayurvedic massage enabled the build-up of synovial fluid around her bulging disk to be released as the terrain of her spine was slowly restored. The third is a man who struggled with diabetes and obesity experienced normalized blood sugar levels and is achieving healthy weight and fitness. If the body is food re-arranged post-consumption, this is more than simply physical re-arranging, as the totality of all flows from the healer, the yogi master. All of these individuals stay in touch and their lives have been transformed with the return to the quality of life all beings deserve.
Currently offered are 2, 4, 7 and 15 day retreats, early morning drop-in yoga classes, ayurvedic care and shatkarma cleanses, yogic food, post-injury conditioning and recovery, and yogic study either one-on-one or in groups. For more information about studying with Guru Ji Master Vaibhav Joshi and the Mrityunjaya Yogpeeth yoga program, services and retreats, email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Geoengineering is being done across the face of the entire earth, and India and Nepal’s Himalayan mountain ranges are subjected to this onslaught as every other area.
The awareness of the I AM THAT divine consciousness pervading this entire culture, the bastion of truth on earth is mighty spiritual armor against the stratospheric aerosol spraying, and Rishikesh is Heaven on Earth, the footstool of The Most High GOD.
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.
RUMI describes the recording of rote learning as “marks on your preserving tablets”, so predictive of the digital Akashic record people are making on their smart devices now!