Awakening Experiences: From Sarlo's Guru Ratings

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Note from Sarlo:

Though these stories are often described as at best irrelevant and possibly hindrances on the pathless path in that they might give the impression that "this is the only way," they can nevertheless be inspiring. Especially if many such stories are considered, the resulting overview can liberate the seeker from any fixed and limiting particular awakening story. Possibilities open up, i don't have to do it this way, i have affinity for that way but see there can be much more. In fact, the more i read, the more i see that each way is unique, therefore my way will be unique. Enjoy!

Today I awoke, finally I see the Self has re-turned to the Self.
The Self is none other than the Self.
I am deathless. I am endless. I am free.
The birds outside sing ..
The birds outside sing and there am I.
The seeing of leaves on the trees, that seeing am I.
The body breathes, breathing am I.
I am awake and I know that I am awake.
Seen from the old eyes, everything is asleep, a game, a delusion.
But now I am awake. I am the play. I am the game. I am the delusion.
I am the enlightenment I sought, looking everywhere.
Nothing is separate, nothing is alone.
I am all that I see. All that I smell, taste, touch, feel, think and know.
I am awake and this awakeness is the same as Shyakyamuni Buddha's.
Today the leaf has returned to the root.
I am all name and form and beyond all name and form.
I am Spirit, no longer trapped in a body.
I am free. I am free because I am awake.
So ordinary. Who would have thought ? Who could have guessed?
I am home. I am really home. Ten thousand life times.
Ten thousand life times but today I am home.
Ten thousand life times but today I am home.
This is not an experience. This is me.
I am awake. Finally, I am awake.
Nothing has changed, but I am awake.
Before I tasted the root many times and felt, how delicious.
Today I became the root. How ordinary.

Aruna Byers
The actual moment of realization happened while I was having dinner with some Papaji devotees who had been with him for some time. I was telling them how blissful my body felt and how my mind just wouldn't work well enough to write Papaji a letter. In a soft and gentle voice the man sitting across from me said, " The bliss you are feeling doesn’t mean a thing. It will eventually leave. Go to the source of your thoughts and you will know who you are." I focused my attention inward to find that place where my thoughts were coming from. Suddenly I knew, without a doubt, that every thought I ever had was only my imagination. It was so clear. In that moment the whole story of "me and my life" disappeared into silence. All that remained was Papaji’s laughter.

Douglas Harding
The best day of my life - my rebirthday, so to speak - was when I found I had no head. This is not a literary gambit, a witticism designed to arouse interest at any cost. I mean it in all seriousness: I have no head.
It was eighteen years ago, when I was thirty-three, that I made the discovery. Though it certainly came out of the blue, it did so in response to an urgent enquiry; I had for several months been absorbed in the question: what am I? The fact that I happened to be walking in the Himalayas at the time probably had little to do with it; though in that country unusual states of mind are said to come more easily. However that may be, a very still clear day, and a view from the ridge where I stood, over misty blue valleys to the highest mountain range in the world, with Kangchenjunga and Everest unprominent among its snow-peaks, made a setting worthy of the grandest vision.
What actually happened was something absurdly simple and unspectacular: I stopped thinking. A peculiar quiet, an odd kind of alert limpness or numbness, came over me. Reason and imagination and all mental chatter died down. For once, words really failed me. Past and future dropped away. I forgot who and what I was, my name, manhood, animalhood, all that could be called mine. It was as if I had been born that instant, brand new, mindless, innocent of all memories. There existed only the Now, that present moment and what was clearly given in it. To look was enough. And what I found was khaki trouserlegs terminating downwards in a pair of brown shoes, khaki sleeves terminating sideways in a pair of pink hands, and a khaki shirtfront terminating upwards in - absolutely nothing whatever! Certainly not in a head.

Byron Katie
Less than two weeks after I entered the halfway house [for eating disorders], my life changed completely. What follows is a very approximate account.

One morning I woke up. I had been sleeping on the floor as usual. Nothing special had happened the night before; I just opened my eyes. But I was seeing without concepts, without thoughts or an internal story. There was no me. It was as if something else had woken up. It opened its eyes. It was looking through Katie's eyes. And it was crisp, it was clear, it was new, it had never been here before. Everything was unrecognizable. And it was so delighted! Laughter welled up from the depths and just poured out. It breathed and was ecstasy. It was intoxicated with joy: totally greedy for everything. There was nothing separate, nothing unacceptable to it. Everything was its very own self. For the first time I — it — experienced the love of its own life. I — it —was amazed!

In trying to be as accurate as possible, I am using the word “it” for this delighted, loving awareness, in which there was no me or world, and in which everything was included. There just isn't another way to say how completely new and fresh the awareness was. There was no I observing the “it.” There was nothing but the “it.” And even the realization of an “it” came later.

Let me say this in a different way. A foot appeared; there was a cockroach crawling over it. It opened its eyes, and there was something on the foot; or there was something on the foot, and then it opened its eyes — I don't know the sequence, because there was no time in any of this. So, to put it in slow motion: it opened its eyes, looked down at the foot, a cockroach was crawling across the ankle, and … it was awake! It was born. And from then on, it's been observing. But there wasn't a subject or an object. It was — is — everything it saw. There's no separation in it, anywhere.

Aziz Kristoff
Guidance sent me to do a solo retreat in South India and predicted the shift to the Absolute for the middle of December. I went to Kerala and started my retreat by the beach. How to reach the Absolute? [Ranjit] Maharaj spoke only about the Absolute as such, but nothing about how to get there! He was saying that I am already THAT, but for some reason, I was not yet THAT! The intellectual conviction of being THAT does not actually help you become THAT. At that time I wasn't THAT in any way. Maharaj spoke about the witnessing of I Am. I Am itself is the witness. How could the witness be witnessed? Soon I discovered that whatever gymnastics I made with awareness, I was still locked within this awareness. It was in Pune that I kept demonstrating everyday to Guidance a different realisation, hoping that it was the Absolute. Each time Guidance patiently answered, 'not yet.' Yes, the only way to go beyond it is to surrender into Being. The key words which pointed in the right direction were: 'no-will' and 'absence.' I sat in absorption and tried various experiments. I contemplated the moment of falling asleep, just trying to recognise the condition of no-will and absence. I discovered that the place where the Absolute lives is at the bottom of the breath. To breakthrough this gate is to move to the Other Side. I was completely desperate! I was full of doubts, anxieties and impatience. It was a very difficult time. All my life seemed to culminate in this retreat. It was the final battle to reach the Absolute.

The shift happened on the 15th day of December 1996 around one in the morning. It was such a relief! I found myself slipping to the Other Side, to the Beyond. This implosion cannot be expressed in words. It was like diving to the bottom of the ocean and piercing through this bottom into the space on the other side. I experienced the absolute freedom. But the next day the passage closed again! I was so desperate and broken. But in a few days managed to slip into the Absolute State again. I needed to use a very subtle will to reach the condition of no-will. Guidance told me that Maharaj himself did hundreds of such attempts. On the 31st day of December 1996 I became stabilised in the Absolute. It felt like I had died and I had not been fully reborn. It was a mysterious time. For many lifetimes on the Buddhist Path, in my Soul there was imprinted a deep longing to reach the Unborn, to reach Nirvana. Upon reaching the Absolute State, I completed my Buddhist karma. I had reached complete disidentification and freedom from the apparent reality. My whole life of search reached culmination. The next few months I was completely absorbed inside, I was without any desire to do anything. The energy needed to settle down and integrate. Contemplating my life, I could see myself sitting in my little room in Poland reading 'I Am THAT' and now already in the Absolute, free at last. At that point I could have said that 'I am THAT,' but it would not have been a precise statement.
[part of a long general autobio page]

Bobby Meizer
After a few minutes John's attention moved to me and he asked me why I'd come. So I framed my question for him pretty much as I have here, and he replied by telling me what Bob Adamson had told him (actually, asked him). Bob asked him if he knew what Nisargadatta was talking about, what Ramana was talking about, and John, after 15 years of studying the stuff, had to admit that the answer was no, not really. As John was telling me about it I had to make the same admission to him. Then Bob had asked him, and John asked me, "Do you exist?" I had to agree; it seemed like the only thing I knew for sure. Then Bob/John asked, "Do you have awareness?", and I was immediately conscious of spacetime, of the room, of my body, of my consciousness, and I had to say that yes, I have awareness, and I’m aware of it. "That’s it!" Bob/John declared, "That’s what they’re talking about." I was enlightened by this.

One night as I was sitting there under the full moon, I recognized that the rock that I was leaning on was me—"Oh, yeah, this is me; this rock is inside of me." Once I realized that about that rock, I saw the same was true of all the rocks in the huge field of boulders along the river’s edge. Then since the rocks were so obviously "me," the river was obviously "me" too, not just this stretch of the river but the entire Ganges from one end of India to the other. Very quickly, I saw that not just the river but the whole continent was "me." It struck me as obvious that it was all inside "me"—and then it was the whole world, and the whole solar system, the entire galaxy and universe. This kept going until the mind could not keep up. There was no longer any possibility of my mind containing all of this endless space, and yet it was all "me" in the same way that one of my limbs was "me."

Then there was a wonderful moment when "me" included not only infinity in terms of space but "popped" to include all time. It was obviously who I had always been, and it included all the past and all the future. Then I laughed and laughed and rolled around in the gravel because it was suddenly so silly that I had imagined myself to have suffered. I had always been so free that I was even free to have this illusion of not being free. That’s how complete the freedom is. So I just laughed and laughed.

That night another reality opened its door, another dimension became available. Suddenly it was there, the other reality, the separate reality, the really real, or whatsoever you want to call it -- call it god, call it truth, call it dhamma, call it tao, or whatsoever you will. It was nameless. But it was there -- so opaque, so transparent, and yet so solid one could have touched it. It was almost suffocating me in that room. It was too much and I was not yet capable of absorbing it.

A deep urge arose in me to rush out of the room, to go under the sky -- it was suffocating me. It was too much! It will kill me! If I had remained a few moments more, it would have suffocated me -- it looked like that.

I rushed out of the room, came out in the street. A great urge was there just to be under the sky with the stars, with the trees, with the earth... to be with nature. And immediately as I came out, the feeling of being suffocated disappeared. It was too small a place for such a big phenomenon. Even the sky is a small place for that big phenomenon. It is bigger than the sky. Even the sky is not the limit for it. But then I felt more at ease.

A. Ramana
In the summer of 1973, Ramana’s spiritual search was concluded and his abidance in the Self at last stabilized or made permanent by his "discovery" of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi, his real and Ultimate Teacher (Guru). This occurred by means of an unexpected, mystical experience. Ramana’s body was forcefully "taken" to a bookstore in Houston, Texas (where he was living at the time), and his hand and sight simultaneously directed to a specific book of Sri Bhagavan’s teachings. Opening the book the pages unexpectedly parted at the picture of the gentle Sage. As he simply peered into the intense compassion, beauty and wisdom radiating from the Sage’s eyes, Ramana directly experienced an immediate, engulfing and radical transformation throughout his entire being, reawakening him once and for all into that very awareness he lost during his childhood, and which he learned or again understood to be the very Self. With his spiritual Heart now fully re-Awakened, when any thought arose Ramana simply used the newly found Self-Inquiry process of Sri Bhagavan, and gently and easily settled back into the Self, or the Heart.

Eckhart Tolle
One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train - everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.

"I cannot live with myself any longer." This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the '1' and the 'self' that 'I cannot live with." "Maybe," I thought, "only one of them is real." I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gripped by an intense fear, and my body started to shake. I heard the words "resist nothing," as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly, there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.

I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself.

Amidst the struggle of searching for blissful states, my friend True friend Dolano repeated the same message… "You are simply addicted to states…are you willing to risk EVERYTHING that this is all there is?"

What can you trust when the mind is not capable of understanding the Truth of who You are? A point was reached that I could not continue to deny my direct experience any longer…I could no longer pretend that I was who I imagined myself to be... a moment of total abandon of all strategies ... everything.

The rope was cut of continually serving the god of "me"…

The deep realization that the only thing left to do was to surrender everything to the Truth that was revealed in glorious defeat.

Metta Zetty (A)
On the morning of February 5, 1997, my life was changed, at a deep and fundamental level, by a completely unexpected and inexplicable experience.

The epiphany arrived suddenly, and without warning. In fact, I was asleep when the experience began.

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Sarlo's Rating On Gurus

Sarlo's Guru Osho was a nigura (uninitiated or non-disciple or served no Guru).
His Guru's works are projected by his ego and nothing more. Sarlo being his disciple projects his Guru's ego.
Is it not hypocrisy to become Guru for others when one himself served no Guru?
The ratings, views and opinions of hypocrites have no value among the wise and the truthful.

Sans teacher, one cannot learn even science,
Sans Guru, what one knows is only nescience.

Nathyogi | Tue, 10/07/2014 - 06:15
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Is there anyone left that you didn't maliciously smear?

As always, you provide no supporting arguments to your shaky claims, only your speculations. It's very funny that you go guru by guru and baselessly smear them based on your one-dimensional assumption that one cannot realize the self without having a guru. It's of course sheer nonsense and a bit childish, one can argue with the same validity that if someone didn't have a living guru than he cannot get enlightened or that if someone doesn't have blue eyes than he is a bogus guru.

No, it's not hypocrisy being a guru when you didn't have a guru. Judging others based on one subjective factor of yours is, it's mainly self hypocrisy or rather I say, self deception. Facts prove differently. What matters is the actual and factual facts, not baseless speculations that I suspect that just feed your inflated ego. You think that being a disciple to a dead master and writing in awkward rhymes is enough, well it's not and you are evidence to that: you are clearly stuck with an inflated ego that runs through every sentence you write.

Anyway, whether you like it or not, sarlo's ratings is a great resource that proved itself over the years the same way as guru profiles did. The fact that he criticizes this dead man you adopted as your guru (hoe convenient it is to have a dead guru whose words are filtered by the mind and that cannot be a source for criticizing you) and whom you never really met ever in person doesn't mean that sarlo is hypocrite, it means that you are blocked to reality.

george | Tue, 10/07/2014 - 09:19
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Re: Is there anyone left that you didn't maliciously smear?

Dear George,
I praised some genuine Gurus also but your mind is attached to niguras and untruth you have failed to notice those opinions.

I say again, again and again, it is truth.

Sans teacher, one cannot learn even science,
Sans Guru, what one knows is only nescience.

Fools follow the one
Who has followed none.

Dubious is all one's knowledge
If a Guru one doesn't acknowledge.

Let the world see that you will be the first one to realize truth being a nigura. I am against hypocrites and fools who have not served any Guru but pose themselves as Gurus for innocent and gullible people.
Truth can no longer be looted by fools and hypocrites.
Even in this world one has to go through the phase of a student to become a teacher.
Only fools expect to become Gurus without passing through the phase of a disciple. Here mere commonsense is required with sound reason to differenciate truth from untruth.

For your information I am a disciple and forever be so. Do not draw conclusions on your own. Your conclusions do not affect the truth that I carry or own. To awkward people truth appears awkward for they cannot digest it. Write a single rhyme and start criticizing my rhymes. Guru is made only once and served. If father is dead, only a fool seeks another father.
To hypocrites, truth appears like hypocrisy.
The wise and the truthful know very well what is hypocrisy and truth.

Sarlo's ratings are appreciated and followed by fools for his Guru is a nigura.
Following a nigura means meeting one's inevitable doom.
I am here to judge by the actions and with truth.

1. Have you served a Guru? I think you are also a nigura (uninitiated or not served a Guru). Why don't you accept truth when you have not served a Guru? Truth chills the spine?
2. This is my opinion about Sarlo. He thinks that none can rate him. Sarlo has been judged by the truth of his Guru. From the Upanishads it is called as 'The blind led by the blind all fall in the ditch' for what a nigura knows is only ignorance.
3. You or all are free to accept/reject/protest/be neutral to my opinion.

I am sure my opinions, rhymes, poetry are meant for sincere and genuine seekers of truth who follow the famous saying of Lord Buddha (Believe nothing even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own commonsense).

Who claims himslef God
Know him to be full of fraud.
Who claims Guru on his own
Know him to be a perfect clown.
'Cause God and Guru even disown
The merit that They really own.

Nathyogi | Tue, 10/07/2014 - 10:44
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You can say again and again

You can say again and again and even again but this will not convert your baseless hypothesis into truth, that's where you are stuck, so many have told you this before but you are blocked and needlessly cause yourself to not progress on the path.

I and others gave you factual and validated hints and you keep on replying with dogmas and mere statements with no supporting arguments or just cyclic arguments. You are like any other religious fanatic who clings to scriptures and doesn't dare to open his eyes.

Don't try to sell this "I praised some genuine gurus", you don't really know who is genuine and who is not, your ego mught think so but it's time for you to go beyond your ego, you praised no gurus here except the dead one you follow, you keep on going one guru profile after another and just smearing them based on one hallucinatory factor - whether they had a guru or not. Moreover, you do it even to masters that you yourself admit that you have no familiarity with their teachings and nature. Okay, we got it, now enough with flooding the guru profiles with this nonsense negativity. Anyway, I suspect that the editors will erase all these opinions of yours at some point as they did to similar "serial" opinions before.

PS. you misunderstand the essence of being a disciple, it's just a means to an end, it's an instrument, not the purpose. There is no difference between you and capitalists who see money as the purpose and do not understand that it's just an instrument or generals who see war as the purpose etc. This mental disorder of turning the means into the purpose and getting stuck in that adoration is called fetishism.

george | Tue, 10/07/2014 - 11:02
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Re: You can say again and again

My poetry is the proof of truth that I carry.

You being a nigura cannot know of truth.
So far truth or fact has not been written down. Your claim of hints and facts is nothing but your projection of ego based on your works (not carrying out the duties laid in the scriptures).
Truth is beyond expression, language, writing etc.
A frog in the well thinks what it knows is only the world available.
It cannot be tolerated if you project, promote and propagate what you know is the only truth and fact available to the world.
First your life is not truthful where is the question of knowing truth and expressing it.
What a nigura knows is ignorance is repeatedly told by all the scriptures of the world.
Be happy and live in your ignorance. But remember you will never ever reach truth without serving a Guru.
This is not my opinion. All great souls of the past expressed it and they did serve their Gurus. Do you think were they fools to serve a Guru?

PS: First become a disciple, serve a Guru, then come and talk. This is the practice of truth. A nigura has no knowledge what a disciple is and cannot judge without passing the phase of disciple.
What a nigura talks is babbling of a child. There is not an iota of truth found in him.
They are called hypocrites if niguras start becoming Gurus. This is simple truth. To understand this commonsense is required. I think you don't have that also for you are comparing disciples with capitalists. This shows your biased mind which served not even parents who gave you this body.
First you serve your parents and then become a disciple, serve a Guru and come and talk. Else accept that practicing truth is beyond you and you only know talking.

Nathyogi | Tue, 10/07/2014 - 11:46