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Accessing the Cosmic Grace of Rishis

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THE MYSTICAL, MAGICAL, MAGNETIC COSMIC GRACE, DESCENDING INTO A YOGI

This is the unedited rare picture of a pure cosmic band of Rishi grace descending into this monocrystalline silicon structure in the body. It is thankfully available in the visible spectrum and hence is captured on a mobile camera by Dr Pallavi Lowery at 3 PM on the street of St. Petersburg, Florida, 21 April 2019. This profound transmission is a vital message that it descends into an ‘aligned’ and ‘deserving’ instrument to ignite its highest potential. The effect of it is a super-enhanced electromagnetic field, crystalline calibration, vacuum shifts, pronounced Clair-cognisance, higher healing frequencies absorbed through cosmic sounds and many more gifts unfurling in its unique cosmic timing.
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Alignment: Our responsibility
Alignment is our responsibility. When we are aligned to the original blueprint of the human design, we are magnetic focal points and receptive to transmissions of the cosmic grace. This was the message I had shared a few years ago. Being a recipient of the phenomenal cosmic grace, I have been eager to share the profound science of calibration with anyone that is keen to access the cosmic grace. Our earth has trillions of earthlings that are thriving under the beam of light passing from the Sun through all of us.

While most of us are merely existing on survival and sustenance mode, a few of us realize the extent of the larger picture of this eternal life. More importantly, we often need reminders that we are cosmic beings celebrating a human sojourn on this plane.

Preparing for cosmic transmission:
Grace is flowing constantly. However, when it is deliberately made visible by higher beings, it carries a profound message. Enlightenment is not an instant event. It is a progressive journey from experience to realization into constant integrated awareness.
I have had a series of cosmic downloads in this journey. However, in the last two months, there was been an extraordinary drive to access higher guidance beyond all limited paradigms. Accessing the ascended masters like Rishi Vishwamitra has been a consistent calling. However, the grace of masters cannot be demanded. It has its timing and discretion. It chooses the readiest human pipeline that can absorb and represents the grand scope of unity awareness, compassion, love that permeates the expanse of the universal grid network. I had tried every way of cleansing processes and the realignment with the cosmic bodies to make this body supremely ready and receptive.
it is a deep clarity that permeates us when we realize that when all efforts end, grace descends. When grace descends, spirit ascends. It may be over-simplified in terms of the actual occurrence of an event. If it was so simple every one of us would have been qualified to access to it. It is clear that cosmic grace flows naturally as a transmission from higher planes of awareness. However, we are not able to grasp it. At times, it becomes hard to predict or anticipate what a transmission can do as it is meant to take place when we least expect it. It is a mystical occurrence where the effect of it is not revealed instantly.

Capturing the gracious moment:
It was a kind gesture of my gracious host and student, Dr Pallavi Lowery, to make the best out of the break I took on the Easter Sunday. She drove me down to St. Petersburg, a vibrant sea-side holiday county. Walking through the pretty streets along the sea was truly pleasant, and then a thought emerged that we need to take some pictures for memory sake. Pallavi directed me to stand against the building drop back at the traffic crossover. I was a bit reluctant as it did not offer any nature view. However, as I was ready to face the camera, a cosmic band of supercharged light beamed through and descended into this body. Now, I could not feel any of its magnanimity at the moment. However, as Pallavi showed me the picture on her phone, we could clearly distinguish that it was truly a special download. The bright sun on the phone screen could not reveal many details. When we reached a restaurant for lunch, we zoomed into the picture, we were sure that a rare event was truly captured. Rarely does such light streams captured on a phone camera. Most often people confuse it with the sun rays which often are reflective but not truly seen permeating the pillar of light within us.

What is cosmic grace?
Grace is often misunderstood. Religious texts and scriptures have made it look far-fetched to most aspirants. Cosmic Grace is a constant transmission of encrypted photonic bands of unreflected light that are composed of monoatomic elements and are
brought to the body in waves, which are like a wind, that comes from the
Great Central Sun, and our local Sun. Monocrystalline silicon is the receiver in the body and works in conjunction with gold, palladium, and titanium in a medium of liquid light.
Cosmic Rays are the substrate and these come into the body through the
crown chakra. It is channelled by ‘ascended beings’ and visible to awakened beings and mostly invisible to uninitiated human sensory perception. These bands have variable colours that depict frequency bandwidths, with content that includes celestial music, hymns, Sanskrit chants, healing frequencies, messages, cues, DNA encrypted codes content that is for meant for an event with a geo-specific focal point. We need to be calibrated enough to access these bands of profound transmissions.

Are we all connected and ready to access the grace?
We are not lost, separated and disconnected as we have assumed in our evolutionary journey and our sojourn on this planet. We need to align the body and have a clarified intent to practice fine-tuning ways to prepare to receive the cosmic masters who watch over their universal design and are keen to witness a successful click of the union of the fragmented bodies with the master soul frequency. We are all connected to the core of the cosmic grid of light through a uni-cord through our energetical ‘umbilical cord’ that can never be severed. So we are connected whether we believe it or not. It may sound bizarre to sceptics who think that we are here by a mere accident and have just one life on a human journey.

How does the transmission download in our body?
All through the body are energy portals where the Cosmic Rays are
received and transmitted through the Nadis (meridians) the electric channels of
light, running through the whole body. The Nadis are networked through an intricate network of pipelines of varying length and function to direct the prana flows for a specific activity. The Nadis emerge at the base of the abdomen, in a sacred emergence point called the Kundastana. and directed through a network of 72,000 astral pipes that are hooked intricately all through the body. This electricity powers the energetic needs of the bodily functions and keeps it integrated through flows to various organs in tandem. A transmission is a highly encrypted and coded light wave that will reveal its true effect in each of us in a unique manner. For instance, a purist musician, it can download as a creative idea for a new raga or composition, and a mathematician may receive a musical piece that can be decoded as an algorithm or a solution.

What next? How do we be on the cosmic radar of Rishis?
It is imperative that we all need a tool, practice, technique, grasp of how to make ourselves ready, aligned to access this rare science of grasping the cosmic grace. I have deep trust in the process of purification methods of Himalayan Kriya Yoga that I have been channelling from the eternal master Gorakshanath Babaji. It is not about the technique, but also deep-seated intent, devotion, and compassion that is key to being on the radar of these ascended enlightened beings called Rishis.

It is not about love for power, but the pure depth of love within to be useful, responsible for serving, caring and flow through unity awareness.

What Next?
You are welcome to practice the Himalayan Kriya Yoga as shared on the Kevala Foundation channel on YouTube. There are several videos that explain the science and also practices and discourses explaining this phenomenal path. Also if you are keen to be aligned, Maha Yogi Dr Pradeep Ullal can help you unlock your potential by tweaking through Pure Alignment Sessions and Shaktipat transmissions which are individuated ways to prepare the body to be open, ready, connected for cosmic transmissions. Keen aspirants can connect on WhatsApp: +91-8277661125 or write to info@kevalafoundation.org for more information on sessions, transmissions, and further guidance at the sanctified space at Kevala Foundation, a pure celebration and liberation destination at Chikmagalur in India.

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A Glimpse into my life journey

admin — Thu, 07 Mar 2019 06:55:21 +0000

True power lies in its effect. When true power penetrates, it humbles us. This is a brief glimpse into the journey of a free-spirited, wild, gifted and compassionate Himalayan Yogi.

Earliest Memories:
The most significant life events that can happen to anyone is the deepest remembrance of the soul arrangement of life purpose, role play and the supreme connection with the source. The journey into exploring and serving on the path of unity awareness, celebration and liberation, has been the main theme of my past journeys in many dimensions. I have been intuitively guided in many lifetimes in the lofty Himalayan caves performing relentless ‘Tapasya’ that eventually lead to the supreme gifts of ‘siddhis’ and ‘enlightened awareness’. Returning to another role-play on planet earth was a directive and in accordance with the ‘will’ of ascended beings. However, a deep sub-conscious memory that surface while still in the womb in my beloved mother was unpleasant, as it ignited some flashbacks of repeated past encounters with the dreaded dark forces. The familiar illusionary games caused a rift in my joyful willingness for the earthly mission. As I coiled within repulsively, deep resistance and fear of dark had set in. Before I could understand, it had already caused a permanent curvature to my spine, making it fragile and misaligned.
The next important memory is from an early morning awakened state as a one-year-old baby in the arms of my mother –Nalini. I recall that I was being breastfed and as I opened my eyes, in a flash, I felt fully awake to my role play. I recall every single detail of my mother, the room and the clarity that seeped into me at that moment.
I was born into a family of musicians. Listening to the melodious strains of the tanpura and the voice of my father “Rammohan Ullal” singing his early morning raag had seeped into my veins and ignited a deep-seated connection with Hindustani classical music.

Early Inspirations
Music became the spiritual link to divinity early in my journey. It was a harsh discovery that I did not possess the gift of a musician in me. However, the passion of listening, exploring and understanding was insidious. I could feel the ragas flowing within me but it failed to find its expression. I describe the ineptitude owing to a few missing neuron links in my brain. However, I knew that I would contribute to music along the journey. Curious to know everything under the sun, I spent hours gawking into the starlit sky, recalling my sojourns and connections with these magnificent stars which were ascended cosmic beings radiating from the beyond.

At the age of 5, I recall telling my beloved mother that I wanted to go to the Himalayas, which I felt was calling me to my true home. She downplayed my request and suggested it as an adventure reserved for adults. Academics seemed an intellectually boring process and the classrooms were just my launch pads for diving into the inner world. I was keen to explore creative intelligence while classroom learning seemed an utterly boring format to me. Bound by limited choice, I did all my study preparation just one day before the exams, good enough to gather appreciable results to satisfy my teachers and parents.

By the age of 7, I began to see visions of my journey ahead. I would see crowds around me listening to me chanting. I had a simple and unremarkable childhood. There was nothing spectacular in terms of spiritual revelations or attainments. I was oscillating between deep intuitive awareness and ordinary existential journey. I knew I had a mission but had no clue how it would unravel or take shape.

My brother Deepak Ullal had a musical gift. It was so distinct. By the age of 8, he began Tabla lessons and carried on the legacy of our musical heritage. I watched him grow and realised what an innate gift can do. With five years of intense dedication, he has grown into a phenomenal ‘Santoor’ artist.

I saw my mother going through many health issues, and yet she demonstrated indomitable spirit. She would always give us unconditional love. She worked hard at her day job and went out of her way to look after us. I admired her immense abilities as she stayed sprightly despite her overbearing illnesses. Her small frame belied her immense physical and mental strength. I often wondered why she had to go through so much pain and suffering. I carried some regrets that I could have helped her more. I wish I had the awareness and persistence at that time. Recently a spirit medium channelled the soul connect with my mother. The message relayed was that her challenges enabled me to rise above limitedness and aligned me on the path of awareness. It was a big relief to my painful memories.

My father was multi-talented and he would make his own Ganesha idols out of clay, paint, sing, direct stage plays. He was an award-winning scriptwriter and juggled between his day job for a multi-national engineering company and music school Upasana that he directed passionately. His whole life was about intense dedication to music. I was intense in my musical exploration as a curious teenager and he would often remind me of the true power of Indian classical music. It took me so many years to grow in awareness to appreciate the depth of pure divine music.

By the age of 18, I discovered during a college trip that I was gifted with special healing powers. A junior college fellow who complained of a sprain in his leg was sorted overnight when I attended to him by manipulating flow into his ankle. He recovered overnight and thanked me profusely and called me a doctor. I smiled blankly as I did not know how it worked.

The Tough Get Going:
I realized my body’s imperfections very early on. I tried practising Hatha Yoga at the age of 4. I could not sit in Padmasana as scoliosis in the lower spine refused to allow me any natural extension. I was a pre-mature born with abnormal heart palpitation. This made me often irritable with people around me. I was growing up in a super-tough neighbourhood with a high crime rate. I did not like what I saw every day. I had a growing rage in me. My eyes were red, itchy and burning with a serious eye infection, which I found out many years later is an incurable eye infection called Blepharitis.

The local toughies often tried to bully my brother and me. We took up martial arts and street fighting to save ourselves from trouble. Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan were our martial heroes and inspiration. We seasoned our hands dipping them in hot sand and punched walls. We often kept small stones in our pockets and had mastered stone pelting to survive ambush attacks.

Doctors advised me not to run with my prevailing heart condition as I developed pains often. However, I deeply trusted I could dissolve this limitation with more running. I was doing barefoot running on those mean streets enduring the pain, until one remarkable day in my teens, the heart just kick-fired into coherence and running became an expression of freedom and raw athleticism.

My body type is small and lean, the bigger boys in school and college often tried to bully me. They soon discovered that they could not handle my single punch delivered in absolute rage. When I was 16, something magical happened to my body. I discovered that I could build strong muscles with little effort. I had developed an extraordinary appetite for food. My unusual display of strength and power took many by surprise. I discovered the path of Kundalini at 16, by reading a book that I picked on the street. The very word Kundalini ignited the fire within me. I plunged headlong into the deep knowing within. Despite receiving unconditional love from both my biological and the Divine Mother, it took me a while to surrender to the purity of love and ways to redirect the rage within to ignite the rising power of Kundalini.

I have had no direct teachers along the path of awareness. Spirituality was never discussed at home, school, nor with my friends or social circles. I grew up with a deep inner knowing but without experience, rituals, practices, beliefs and traditions. The teenage years were engaged in wild explorations as I needed clarity before I committed to any concept or spiritual practice. Being free-spirited and non-conformist was being a misfit in a conservative set of social beings who found solace in their beverages, food and pleasure rewards. I trusted in creative intelligence and not mediocrity, mundane talks or rituals. I somehow could not live my journey in auto-pilot mode or allow muscle memory to override creative freedom. I was bored and suffocated with my school and neighbourhood setting. I wanted to travel in true wanderlust in those glorious Himalayan terrains, make friends with free-spirited beings, celebrate the purest music and soak in the essence of mystics.

My neighbour Mr Naidu, was a great inspiration as he introduced us to the great spiritual master Ramana Maharishi and the concept of self-realization. One day in a casual discussion about unity awareness, I uttered something so profound that it stunned him and he knew that I did not gather it from any book or listening. It was a deep knowing from the past.

Osho permeated my thoughts and served as a magnanimous teacher who reflected the oceanic philosophies in his creative and charismatic way. His words seeped into my veins, nerves, nadis and urged me to take the plunge into the path of surrendering to enlightened awareness within.

The call for exploration became so intense that I decided to drop out of college and got recruited into the Indian Air Force. The training days were intense and harsh and I soon discovered how it feels to be enslaved. There was a burning desire to break free from being a victim of egoistic seniors blaring lame orders. I truly loved to serve my nation with a deep sense of responsibility. However, I knew there are many other ways to do it.

I began to channel my anger and frustration through martial arts. I enrolled in Tae-Kwon-Do classes only to discover that I was the least endowed student in a class that was brimming with martial arts practitioners from Manipur who were gifted gymnasts. It took me 4 hours of high-intensity practices of stretching, kicking, punching and running for over 6 months to become acceptable in the eyes of my teacher. I was so dedicated that I would do a routine of 1000 punches, 500 push-ups, 1000 kicks, 10 km run and splits enduring the pain every evening. A bunch of voyeurs would sip their coffee watching over my routine as free entertainment.

The word spread around and more curious watchers joined in for their evening entertainment. I was randomly picked by a boxing coach when he spotted me practising my martial arts routine. I had sharp reflexes, high resistance to pain and could punch with immense speed and power, but discovered that my eyesight was not good enough to pick the fast punches coming at my face. Good sense prevailed that I had to put my brain to better use despite my boxing skills being excellent and progressive.

At the boxing camp when I was a strong 18-year-old, I clocked 100-meter sprint in 11.3 seconds and clocked 42 minutes in the 10 km run in the sweltering heat of Chennai. It was quite an achievement after being prevented from running for most of my growing years.

I felt a deep sense of satisfaction when I was chosen to be a part of the team that worked tirelessly to rebuild a crashed AN-32 transport carrier and successfully readied to fly again. We were the first aviation technical team to achieve this feat. My technical abilities were nothing special as I encountered talented aircraft engineers who contributed to this phenomenal accomplishment.

In a military establishment, I had to plan every move smartly and avoid conflicts. In the process, I learnt every trick of the trade to break free from wasteful routines. My colleagues looked at me as a rebellious trendsetter who was smart enough to open doors of freedom in a rigid environment. I had the privilege of attending university classes on a daily basis and harmlessly zoomed past high-security zones. Many seniors approached me asking how I managed to live a carefree life in a tough rule-bound establishment. They assumed I knew every rule and hence I was just bending them around.

Most people claim they do not enough time. All one needs is creativity to do time management. My days in IAF were intense as I juggled between day-night-shifts, managed to read books of Osho, practiced martial arts in break time, attended afternoon college, watched a Bollywood movie everyday, dined with friends, wrote letters, designed greeting cards, worked out at the camp gym, managed everyday demands of a test flying unit, cycled for miles to get to work, and more importantly celebrated the simple joys of a minimalist and nomadic journeys to Himalayas.

I found inventive ways to rotate work shifts so that I could accumulate many off-days. The pull of the Himalayas was too hard to resist. I would spend many weeks there in deep inner silence in lofty caves and wandering around the remotest snowy mountains in pure surrender. I felt at home withstanding sub-zero temperatures while absorbing the magnetic embrace of the Himalayas that was so familiar from many lifetimes.

I decided to quit my service with the Indian Air Force as the creative calling with me had become intense. It was not an easy process as I had signed a 20-year bond. It took immense courage, establishing and following up with powerful contacts and being supremely persistent for my discharge from Services to be accepted by the authorities.

I knew many beings watched every move of mine, and I was cautious enough to play safe amidst uncertainty. With six months of relentless efforts, I was able to get the attention of high ranking officials who understood my plight and offered me release from IAF. It came as a great relief as I could return home to my parents and look after them and also pursue my journey into creative arts.

I have to admit that my classmate and friend Parul Suri was instrumental in accelerating my journey into freedom. She kept inspiring me that I had to break free and do something profoundly creative.

Abiding Master’s Message:
Meanwhile, I was meant to go to live in the Himalayas for a few months. My plans for extended sojourn was cut short when I encountered a 250-year-old mystic. His penetrative eyes scanned through me and he knew about my mission. He advised me, “There is nothing more for you to achieve, just keep your eyes wide open and serve selflessly. You now return to urban yogi living and impart the wisdom of Himalayan yogis”.I took this message sincerely as the voice of the universe speaking to me.

Spiritual Ascension:
The quest for completion of all evolutionary processes and merger of soul fragments into one strong unified and liberated essence is one of the highest goals of a spiritual aspirant. I met clairvoyants who relayed messages of my journey and mission. They had already predicted the penetration of cosmic rays from my ‘master soul’ that would liberate me. They had indicated to me that the kundalini would rise through the sun point and achieve the highest ascension possible. However, I did not take those predictions for granted. I worked harder on this body to make it supremely aligned so that I would be more deserving to receive the cosmic grace. The event did happen in a few years time in an unexpected moment. A huge golden ball of light penetrated into the crown chakra and blanked me into the purest void of nothingness. I saw the body collapsing on the floor in slow-motion and protected an unseen hand. The journey of responsibility had truly begun. Enlightenment is a huge responsibility. If people really get to know the extent of the commitment, they would not even dare to ask for it.

The evolving journey of Himalayan Kriya Yoga:
I was inspired by the journeys of Kriya Yoga masters and the purification paths. It took so many years of relentless exploration before Gorakshanath Babaji, the eternal lightning standing still for planet earth transmitted the science of kriya yoga intuitively to me with creative ways to sort this body and share it experientially and scientifically. The transmission happens through this body as an overnight download. By morning, I wake up with a demanding pain that needs immediate attention that guides me through an insightful revelation to sort it through kriya techniques and movements. Such episodes continue to happen and it unfurls a huge revelation and its too vast to decipher with a simple routine. I have been sharing innovative Himalayan Kriya Yoga techniques with aspirants across the world. It remains creatively progressive to access higher pathways to sustain alignment, celebration, ascension and liberation.

Every iota of awareness has come through me as a message, idea, pain, purging and an intense surge has contributed to purification. It has purged out alien substances, toxins, rigid bacteria, dark matter and sub-conscious memories from darkest recesses within. The pain taught me precious ways to realign and streamline the prana flow through Kriya yoga and ways to release the body. This process continues to evolve with scientific practices of yogic breath, stretches, movement, tapping, streamlining, re-wiring, detoxifying, decarbonising and decalcifying the body into a pure state. I applied these techniques on thousands of aspirants and witnessed phenomenal results in those with pure intent and dedication. The body is 99.999999% space and yet the gross body bothers us more owing to negative thoughts, emotions, memories and patterns.

I was given intense experiences of fear of dark and panic attack for 4 continuous nights, where unreflected cosmic light would radiate in every Nadi and surprisingly radiate intense fear instead of bliss. I battled with logic and eventually learnt to offer this intellect and body in deepest surrender. It dawned on me that I was bombarded with the experiences of the dark so that I could appreciate the essence of light and help people with more compassion. The battle with the dark and shadow games taught me immense lessons on ways to rise higher through the consistent ascension process. I have come into deep acceptance with the luminant dark that is inevitable in our journeys.

On one occasion I was making my way through a dark stairway. The fear of dark gripped me immensely and froze my step. In a flash of a moment, an intense blue unreflected light emerged from above my head and lit up the pathway. It was reassurance from the masters that I was taken care and faith was restored.

I was tested and prepared in ruthless ways. The experiences were oscillating from stillness to neuron explosions, cosmic orgasms, wild purges, brain irrigation, kundalini lightning surges, and energy storms across the body. I often felt like a leaf caught in a hurricane. I hardly shared my intense experiences as it would drive away weak-hearted aspirants from staying on the path. The voice within prompted that once we accept the responsibility of serving, we have no choice but completely surrender to the highest good. The revelation came in three powerful statements. (a) We will get exactly what we have asked for. (b) We will not get any experience that we truly cannot handle. (c) We are exactly where we are meant to be.

Despite the phenomenal meditative progress, the fear of incompletion and separation haunted me every night. It pushed me to crack open every wall of ignorance I had built. Sadashiva, my eternal father has been mischievously orchestrating many events to complete these journeys and liberate me at all levels. I was directed to descend downhill an obnoxious landslide in Tibet in the year 2006. I headed to the guided voice in my head and came slipping down the loose rocky terrain and hung onto a rock in a cliff-hanger moment facing the dizzy 400 feet drop into the valleys. Strangely, there was no fear of death at that moment. I knew Shiva was testing and protecting me. A German mountaineer climbed the landslide to help me and show me the easy way out. That one moment brought me closest to trust and surrender. I laughed while I was below the mountain reminiscing the flow of events.

Enabling the soul ascension passage for my father at the time of dropping his body was a huge revelation. I was given to understand of how master grace can truly elevate the soul in such key moments. My deepest prayers invoked the presence of Shirdi Sai Baba, the master saviour, who graciously permeated and breathed intensely through my father’s body which was in a comatose state and upsurged the soul through the jyotirlinga pillar into the Gandharva Mandala, the abode of celestial musicians, where he truly belongs.

I was given so many profound experiences of the soul passing through the void and many light dimensions. Being embedded at the core of the matrix in absorbed cosmic awareness will always be the highlight of all pinnacle experiences that I ever encountered. The masters have been watching over my journey from the creator’s angle. It ignites the ever-increasing responsibility to enhance my deserving ability and readiness to be constantly integrated for serving selflessly. The body of a realized being is a clarified conduit, an openly available portal for cosmic flow and serves as a trans-receiver. The individual will is merged with the divine will. The state is called ‘choiceless awareness’.

In one of the out-of-body journeys, I distinctly experienced watching a huge solar flare shooting up. Much later, when I opened my eyes on this plane, I trusted that I was not imagining it. The next morning, NASA reported sighting the solar flare. Many astral journeys continue to happen every night when this body is in deep restive mode. The trickery of masters is that they erase all the memories of astral journeys every morning when I open my eyes to this world.

Being on the radar of Rishis is an immense calling. There is no scope for tiredness, laziness, and procrastination. Divine timing governs and makes events happen in supreme readiness. I was guided to remember that when all efforts end, grace descends. When grace descends, the spirit ascends. The grace magnetizes and gravitates us to the core of the source. Involution is inevitable in deep surrender, while evolution is a conscious choice for exploration and expression of the one source in myriad ways.

I researched extensively into the lives and yogic explorations of many masters. It became clear that I had to stay away from hallucinations, imaginations, visualizations, illusions, wishful thinking if I had to distinguish between perception and reception. This thin line of discerning ability is the hallmark of mastery.

The self-realization is that deepest memory that we are souls that are super-connected to the core of the matrix and following the soul arrangements, agreed scripts, karmic engagements and going through the human journey of explorations, experiences and eventually we elevate to the essence of knowing.

In those many years of intense and wildest purging that I experienced, it triggered the deepest desperation and gratitude to the source. It extracted the purest love and compassion from within. It gravitated the soul to the core and resonated with the cosmic frequency. Switching the body from its biological limitation mode to access its super-wired cosmic nature is the highest revelation in my journey. We are divine beings experiencing a human sojourn through this planet and the greatest moment is in the remembrance of our purpose and our extraordinary connection with the matrix and its source of cosmic intelligence.

One evening while resting on a couch, I had a phenomenal experience of the soul transiting through seven light dimensions while penetrating through the darkest wormholes and eventually accessed the deepest void, the core of the matrix. It happened so quickly that before I could celebrate the core essence, the soul descended through the wormholes and returned into the heart chamber. It is hard to put this into words as our reference libraries are usually wrapped in limitations.

Receiving Cosmic Grace:
A huge galaxy of ascended masters is available to anyone that is qualified to access them and truly can relay the photonic transmissions with the highest intent of gratitude and compassion. This life-changing reminder intensified within me and allowed this instrument to enter into purest surrender to receive the cosmic ray of light that truly liberates. I encountered so many profound masters that continue to astound me with their unique transmissions and revelations. Sadguru Dattatreya beamed through my forehead in broad daylight visibly shining through a golden light that was captured on camera by my astonished friends in Bangalore. The phenomenal master Hanuman lifted this body from lying position by hooking into my solar plexus in 3 memorable encounters. Satya Sai Baba gave me the most intense Kundalini Rising experience in an unexpected mid-day remote encounter in Dubai. Gorakshanath Babaji bombarded me with most phenomenal 360 degree bursts of fiery energies and intuitively guides me with kriya yoga insights. Sadashiva penetrated through this body explosively into every atom and surged the soul to its highest dimensions and continues to surprise me with extraordinary light explosions and visions of the beyond. Ma Shakti has showered me with immense gifts of Kundalini ascension with rarest visions of the sacred core of the matrix confluence in purest gold formations. She continues to dance within every atom and inspires the intensive transmissions in a continuum.

Many phenomenal connections with ascended beings in Mandalas of Rishis, Naga Devas, Gandharvas, and higher domains have revealed through rays of cosmic light downloads and openings in portals for cosmic flows.

Vinaya -My soulmate:
A soulmate is an integral part of an arrangement to co-create, engage and immerse into the role play for loving, giving, receiving and sharing. I was growing up in a sheltered environment where I had never conversed with a female until I was about 23 years old. Our over protective schooling, conservative neighbourhood and networks driven by social taboos made it difficult for us to be free flowing in our expression. I always wanted to break free from the frustrating and limiting mould of enslaved mindsets. I was intense, curious, absorbed in the way I watched people. I intricately observed body language, voice textures, walking styles, energy patterns, beauty, body magnetism and intensity in eyes. I was waiting for that one being that would truly make me click within and surrender in the purity of love. I travelled a lot and my eyes met with many beautiful strangers. However, I knew it was a mere attraction. It left me wondering how destiny would unravel in its timing.

One eventful afternoon, I was at my workplace in Bangalore, when I saw a beautiful lady walking through the reception area. My eyes locked in and followed her. I felt a huge rush of memories and energies all over my body. It was a palpable click within. She was the one I was waiting for. The heightened feeling of love-at-first-sight is hard to describe. I knew for sure that she was my life partner, the soul mate who would journey with me. I had not even spoken a word with her. However, deep within, the soul remembrance could not have been mistaken.

As expected, our friendship blossomed into purest love. We had not even proposed to each other, however, our fragrant connection reflected in a dream one night where I saw a clear image of being married to her. I was excited to share this with her, and she too mentioned that she had a similar dream. There was nothing more to deliberate or hold back. It became obvious that we both were in deep synchronicity. With parent approval happening instantly, we got married in seven months time in Bangalore on 13 June 1998. It was a truly blissful occasion and I chose this to happen on the birthday of my best friend Saleem Mansuri from our IAF days.

Vinaya balanced me in many ways. I was like a fiery, raging street fighter who could take on anyone to derive justice and yet deeply spiritual within. She was quiet, easy-going, forgiving, loving, caring, compassionate and had a deep insight into ways of people. I have been a free-spirited explorer who truly cared for freedom. She became my teacher and prepared me to be socially sensitive and accept ignorant beings. I was the wild yogi who was blunt, intense and in a hurry to rise above mediocrity and limitations. She was not in the yogic path but she trusted me. I told her about my mission and the path work that I felt responsible and committed. It took her some time to get used to the intensity of experiences that I was going through. I was meant to be available at social gatherings, parties, clubs and behave sanely in those predictable meetups. I felt often bored in these wasteful encounters. I developed the resolve to practice kriya yoga regardless of who was watching me. I was regarded as an oddball in social circles. They frowned at my carefree attitude, vegetarianism and that I could read into their journeys and intention. They could not understand that I was on a natural high and they needed so much substance to let go of their heaviness. The only way I got some levels of acceptance were I entertained people by being the DJ at gatherings.

Tapasya in Dubai: Serving the calling
Destiny reshapes when the conspiracy of masters unfolds mystically. Challenges that seem threatening can be converted into opportunities. The journey into serving unfolded in a strange and mystical way. I was directed to Dubai, one of the world’s fanciest and most luxurious cities. Vinaya grew up there and we had gone to visit Dubai to attend our wedding anniversary party arranged by my in-laws. Little did I know that I would end up working there. I felt welcomed at first as I got to interact in a different world. Dubai is a melting pot of cultures and truly cosmopolitan and I learnt much from these interactions. However, the entire first year, I felt lost in Dubai in the boring consulting job and the fun element was evenings spent with large and feisty family gatherings. I began to dishonour my body that soon lost its fine-tuned state. I met a spirit medium who told me that I was required to serve in Dubai in meditative awareness. If I moved away, I will be replaced immediately.

A big change in my destiny was awaiting me. The hardest jolts took me by surprise. The lessons came in the form of three resounding blows. Excruciatingly painful spinal spasms began to surface, which left me reeling in a quest for finding a solution. I was limping and crawling around from my bed in the mornings. Spasms had become my daily morning episode with no respite.

The company that I worked for made an abrupt decision to close down their web development division and I became redundant. I accepted it delightfully as an opportunity for me to take a plunge into the spiritual journey. It was devastating for my family to see me jobless in Dubai.

A big moment in my journey was when one evening in the year 2002, I looked up into the fathomless sky and took a vow to serve on the path of awareness and not to engage in a job for a living. A deep-seated trust and knowing within had triggered. I sought the blessings of the ascended masters to support and guide me through the journey of ascension while serving.

The masters had decided to crash me fully before they unfurled the ascension process. The biggest shock of my life was to discover that my mother was terminally ill. She was painfully fighting ovarian cancer. By the time we discovered her situation, it was too late. I was shattered and felt helpless. I was trying every possible way to save her. Watching her in pain is the most dreaded memory of my life. The rigid, dominant male inside me melted down. I begged, surrendered and cried in pain.

I tried every possible way of healing and praying for her. I relayed bio-photonic energies into her head every morning and she would enter into deep sleep. I knew we were fighting a losing battle with her frail body. It could not reverse cancer that was devouring her cells. There was a deep regret in me that I could not truly help her at that point. I shed tears in deep frustration and the memories of receiving unconditional love from her came rushing to me often. A few months later, on 20 June 2002, I felt the soul passing away into higher domains. However, the pain within me refused to go away. I wanted to know everything about ways to ascend into a liberated state and overcome the disease. The foremost goal was to liberate this body from its chronic illnesses.

I began to intuitively practice yogic techniques and the awareness rapidly unleashed within me. It was like a recall of lifetimes of yogic journeys in the Himalayas. In about a year, I had intensified my practices to about 16 hours a day relentlessly. I felt like there was no tomorrow. I had to crack open the limitations and fears that made me desperate and frustrated. I knew I was on the path, but there was no direct teacher to give me confirmation. The nights were most difficult to navigate, as I would break into a sweat with nightmares and fears of not knowing enough.

A year later, I met a clairvoyant yogi who advised me to be at peace with everything in this world. He ushered me into the practice of giving and receiving love completely. I began to send immense love to all the bacteria colonies that infested my eyes. It was the most fascinating discovery of my journey that in 3 days time, I got over the dreaded Blepharitis, which had tormented me for years.

Eventually, many revelations came my way along with phenomenal gifts to guide me through. It became apparent to me that it was a master directive to keep me engaged as a light beacon in Dubai. The 14 years of the intense meditative journey brought me into the path of serving many beings. At the outset, I was a reluctant teacher despite receiving calls for teaching from many. I had several limitations as I was not sure what I am supposed to teach, as I did not attend a single yoga program or had not read any scripture. I did not belong to anyone yogic tradition or lineage and I did not have any typecast looks of a Yogi. More importantly, I wasn’t following any structure. The awareness flowed through me like a river. It took some time for people to accept creative flow over a routine, structured classroom method.

Welcoming Smriti into our lives:
As much as I resisted being pulled into samsara, the script could not be reversed. As destiny wanted it, Vinaya and I welcomed our daughter Smriti into our lives on 30th November 2004. Smriti triggered unconditional love within us. She pulled every string in our hearts, which also enabled her to heal from her birthing struggle. She came with many challenges which included emotional trauma and learning disorders. If we had accepted medical intervention, child psychologists and occupational therapists, they would have made her a permanent dependent. I took a vow that I would not let her suffer in ignorance. I promised Vinaya that I will sort her through my way and sought 3 months time to get Smriti back into the flow. It happened faster than the people around us could imagine. All I had to do was hold her close to my heart and fuse her into the channelled master flow of compassion, which enabled her to click into balance, drop tantrums and tune into the celebration of music and life. Every day I would lure Smriti into our drawing room and celebrate the purest music. She danced, jumped and yelled in delight. It became evident she was healed without much fuss. These encounters often reminded me “love is the answer, so what is the question”.

The emergence of Shiva-Shakti Kutir
I will always be in deepest gratitude to my father-in-law, Veera Kerala Varma and my mother-in-law, Prabha Varma for offering us their home. I had truly the best time of my journey in that duplex apartment in Bur Dubai. The elegant drawing room served as the meditation space, which we fondly called Shiva-Shakti Kutir. It became a sanctified space that attracted people from across the world to immerse in meditative awareness and celebrate stunningly beautiful music played on an exotic sound system. Our neighbours watched in awe as celebrators were swarmed in large numbers, and the music traversed into their homes. Many aspirants stayed back late in the evenings after the sessions soaking in the intense energies.

Our Himalayan kriya yoga sessions evolved and attracted amazing beings and we have some great memories of these encounters in our high-energy gatherings, ecstatic celebrations, music night-outs, and food outings to our favourite Indian restaurants in the neighbourhood. We had a lovely bunch of friends whom we referred to as the Kevala Soul Family. Kevala means unique and it reflected in everything we did.

It was hard to bid goodbye to this sanctified meditation space and a huge body of work in Dubai and relocate to Kevala in a remote destination. Many of our loving soul family members missed the live guidance for kriya practices. We shot videos of Kriya and shared it free on youtube and kept the momentum alive. Eventually, we spread this movement across many countries. Change in life is inevitable. The pathwork demands discipline and it took me some time to accept that not everyone can stay rooted in the summit path of ascension. The path of kriya yoga takes one to be spirited like a mountaineer and have the persistence of a marathon runner. I realized that many are happy and cheerful at the base camp and the summit calling is elusive.

From fine to fine-tuned
Aspirants often imagine a spiritual journey to be smooth for yogis. In my case, the Kundalini shot up like a lightning and drilled a hole in my crown. It happened in a moment of intense desperation when I sought the help of the Divine Mother. It did not dissolve all my limitations but opened infinite possibilities for learning, growing and serving. However, no awareness comes along easy and smooth. It became clear to me that I would face innumerable challenges en-route the summit and further. I was meant to serve people and I had to learn many ways to sort the body in pain, disease, suffering and so on. There is a huge difference between being fine and fine-tuned. The latter takes consistent adaptability to shifts that happen in the body.

The body is a marvellous projected parking space and yet becomes the inevitable hurdle if not fine-tuned. I was given tremendous insights on ways to unlock the body to access its heightened ecstatic states. However, the revelation would only happen after I went through deep-seated learning or unlearning an old pattern. I was fascinated by how fragile our human body is and yet it can extract the essence of amrita within to experience the oceanic drop of entire cosmos. I received phenomenal insights after a series of nuclear fusions that exploded in the mid-brain. I could clearly see downloads of golden un-reflected light, photonic lightning, darkest voids, galaxies and ascended beings. The body, however, could not afford to be ordinary or limited anymore. It had to shift to a crystalline structure that remodelled on sacred geometric and holographic imagery. The receptivity, alignment, balance, coherence and bandwidth had to be enhanced to accommodate the cosmic transmissions and frequency shifts.

For 6 years, the purging became so intense that I had to sit with a plastic bowl to gather the copious amount of saliva purging through the day at unexpected intervals. I considered this as a gift and never questioned its process. I gathered it is called Brain Irrigation as kundalini energy shot up and hit several neuron networks of the brain and released toxins and calcified matter. Such events happen only when kundalini is initiating the purification process. My eyes would often be bloodshot and many found it hard to look into my intense eyes. I was at times stoned into stillness and silence for hours into an absorbed Samadhi state. From stillness, it also switched to its extreme movement. I have had several occasions when the body slithered like a snake on the floor with hissing sounds emerging or uncontrollable crackling laughter from the pit of the belly.

The Purification process is imperative if we truly need to be fine-tuned. This is the trajectory of the pathless, and choiceless awareness surprises and rewards us in most unexpected ways. Surrender came easily to me with intense and phenomenal shattering experiences. I felt the presence of the Divine mother and ascended beings. These transmissions also collapsed the ego in relentless ways. These experiences heightened for over 12 years. It was hard to imagine that one day all experiences would come to a halt and pure integrated awareness would sustain. All the grand siddhis (gifts of perfection) that included superhuman states of receptivity felt like a passing cloud and the silence within became consistent.

From a rebel, outcaste and a misfit.. to a leader
I was finding it increasingly difficult to tame down my intensity in order to fit into social acceptance and dance to the tunes of mundane and repeated patterns. I naturally drifted into the world of profound inner dimensions that were enriching. Spiritual growth is not instantly visible and people often imagined that I was wasting all my time and talent. I hardly slept for many years. My eyes were permanently bloodshot. People assumed I was sick and they ridiculed my practices. I did engage in debates to tell them about the intensity of path work. However, I was hitting the wall. They had already decided to disbelieve. I did not blame their ignorance. I did not have any business to prove anything. A mountaineer has to ascend with an indomitable spirit, fight challenges relentlessly and hit the summit. The people who prefer base camps to sip coffee and ogle at the mountain peak will only fantasise about the peak ascension. However, it takes courage, discipline and tremendous spirit to commit to climbing and rising above thresholds.

I had disengaged from the outer world as I plunged deeper within me. I would often have strange recall dreams of my friends from this and higher dimensions. I was desperate to join the dots and experience the unity within. The thought of being separated and incomplete bothered me a lot. I would wake up in the middle of the night wondering why I was still in this dark world. I became desperate for the vision of the larger picture, cosmic insights, master connection and death of all fears that tormented me mostly at night.

I received many siddhis or perfected gifts passing through me. I knew it would not last, as it is part of the progressive path. The death of all heightened experiences is realization. I was crystal clear that I would not rest in laurels along the way.

I was considered irresponsible as I did not fit into the mould of a typical corporate slave whose primary goal was to fulfil the bucket list and acquire material possessions. I sensed the frustration of family and friends who wondered how I was so blissfully contented. I did not even demand money from people for my services and yet managed to access the best of life like audiophile hardware and attract amazing beings from all-walks-of-life. Vinaya stood by me like a pillar of support and withstood the insults hurled at me. We were not money spinning machines like some of our friends who interacted with us. They knew there was something profound happening to me. However, they chose to look at the other side and only measure and compare us with people who had material possessions. I did feel tremendous compassion for Vinaya as we channelled all money coming our way into the construction of building for Kevala Foundation. I did not want to deny her the pleasures of life. I had very limited needs and my yogic lifestyle was bare minimalism. The masters were doing their magic by ensuring that there was enough inflow of abundance to keep us blissfully afloat in Dubai, one of the fastest growing cities of the world.

Kevala Foundation: A product of masters’ grace
The meditative years spent in Dubai would not go wasted. It was preparing for something profound. I was destined to shift gears and take the responsibility of serving through a sanctified natural paradise. My longtime friend Parthibhan found an irresistible space for the proposed spiritual centre in Chikmagalur. One look at it and I was sure this space was waiting for me. Energies danced around wildly and signalled me to get into action.

It took us 2 years to decide the right people and design to go ahead with the construction. Funding was the issue. I was not sure if I could go with my limited budget. A dream revealed to me that I had to expand my vision and extend the budget and everything will fall in place. Parthibhan and our dear friends served Kevala project selflessly, watching over the construction and making sure that it turned out to be a spectacular artifice.

I explained the situation to Vinaya that the floodgates of abundance would open soon for Kevala project. Her trust in the process amplified when she saw acquaintances offering large sums of money as a donation to support the Kevala project. It became evident that ascended masters were orchestrating the project. It did not mean everything happened easily and smoothly. Several experiences came into understanding the relationship with the earth and ways to be magnetic and abundant. It pulled me out of my limitations to accept or receive funds. The fact is that ‘giving’ came very easy to me. Accepting help and especially funds was a stigma that I got over after aligning with clarity that ‘Kevala’ was not my personal possession and meant to be an offering to this world. It would sustain its magnetism even long after my time on this planet. I also got an opportunity to give back to nature. I met inspiring beings who were growing cosmic forests. We designed a Kundalini spiral grid at Kevala and planted 27 specific trees that absorbed energies from the star constellations. The space at Kevala came alive with sacred cosmic transmissions called Galactical Cosmic Rays, usually traced in undisturbed rain forests. During these momentous events of kevala project, I received ways to step into fearlessness, divine synchronicity, unity awareness and abundance.

The realization that the guru is within and the guidance of the universe comes through in mystical ways came as a bright reminder, when a life-size statue of Gorakshanath Babaji was delivered to me at Kevala on my birthday. It was a reminder that the master was answering my calling. Lights from higher planes continue to descend into the sanctified space at Kevala enhancing its purity and frequency.

Living the life of a ‘tapasvi’ is possible only when ‘individual will’ merges with ‘Divine will’. My journey has been a mystical destiny conspired by ascended masters. It is hard for many to believe how a yogi without a job or any decent earning for 14 years in Dubai can manage to sustain a blissful living in an expensive city and still manage to conceive and fund a masterpiece structure for Kevala Foundation in a remote destination in India. I had no clue how the budget for construction overshot 12 times over and we yet managed to handle the demand of funds, resources and workers on site. The structure is a masterpiece as architects from fancied agencies are awestruck by the design and treatment.

The making of Kevala Foundation is a huge revelation of how purest trust and surrender can help us rise above challenges. This project is loan-free, thanks to the support of innumerable friends and well-wishers who contributed generously. Kevala Foundation has grown into a sanctified celebration and liberation destination for pure aspirants across the world. It attracts those that are sincere and wish to dive into the essence of yoga. Space at Kevala is alive with the freshest air, the purest water, deep silence, happiest birds, fragrant flowers and rarest music that enable one to plunge into immersive states of absorbed awareness. Kevala is a gift to genuine aspirants who want to truly absorb the yogic and musical essence and a sanctified space for celebration and liberation.

Kailasaa Music Festival-the divine alchemy:
Music has been my deepest and most passionate calling for the divine within. Born in a musical family made the journey even more intricate for me. My father Rammohan Ullal taught Hindustani classical singing at his school ‘Upasana’, in Bangalore. I enjoyed watching the progressive voice culturing of young aspirants. I watched my brother grow into a phenomenal musician while I lacked the innate gift to decipher the subtleties. I was told that with relentless practice I could have been a singer but not a genius. There was something amiss. I have limitations, the more evidence of it is that I cannot remember the lyrics of most songs despite being all ears. Yet I have a deep remembrance of the sound, tones, notes, musical passages, and intricacies that would match with the skills of a sound engineer or a musicologist. It became more apparent that I was meant to contribute to the world of music in a different way. I gathered phenomenal music from everywhere and which is now a huge library of rare recordings of studio albums and live concert performances. Great music is sparse and hard to find. The mainstream channels project mostly mediocre popular music for mass consumption, which is over-glorified.

It occurred to me at Kevala Foundation, we have the right ambience, facility to host a music festival. We started small with a bunch of friends jamming during the first year of Kailasaa Music Festival. The word spread around and attracted more musicians and patrons. We are now into the fourth edition and have gained significant mileage to attract world-class musicians, singers and percussionists at the three-day long festivity of purest divine music. I am glad that it is contributing to our rich musical heritage of India. Kevala meditation space is alive with some of the best music recordings this world has heard. Our audiophile-grade hardware is simply stunningly rich in its musicality. I didn’t have to spend a fortune on it as I have been sourcing hardware from little known genius audio designers producing masterpiece hardware in their humble garage based units.

The Himalayan wanderlust: Wings to Freedom
The ‘Himalayas’ is the spiritual engine and the most alluring pull for any spiritual aspirant. To me, these snow-capped peaks, glaciers, rivers, mountain caves and valleys have been closest to what I call my spiritual home that is brimming with memories, mystical possibilities and rare gifts that shower on me each time I make it there in deep reverence. After many lifetimes of intense penance and solitude in many lofty mountain caves, this lifetime has been sharing of exciting Himalayan expeditions with yoga aspirants and true celebrators. I wanted to give aspirants a unique experience of Himalayas. This lead to the conception of the journey called Wings to Freedom that has been truly memorable as it unfolds many exciting opportunities for even newbies, to explore the Himalayas in a yogic way and not as a tourist. We have enjoyed kriya yoga practices in extremely cold conditions in high altitudes and the highlight of it is that none of them fell sick despite practising kriya outdoor in pouring rains. We are into the fifth edition of these expeditions that span remotest and little known Himalayan destinations. The wanderlust continues as the Himalayas continues to allure as the most magnetic piece of crumpled earth that radiates the transmissions of mystics, yogis and saints. The calling is so irresistible that whiff of thought is enough for me to pack my bags for the Himalayan journey.
However, one needs to be supremely fine-tuned and aligned to truly celebrate any Himalayan journey. I sincerely believe in astute preparedness that involves training the breath and the body for high altitude, resilience, endurance, adaptability and mental strength. All this comes from training that we offer to aspirants through Himalayan boot camps at Kevala. I usually give intense kriya yoga guidelines and practices to attain mountain fitness. This is not just another boot camp. I take on the role of Sherpa much before we step into these glorious mountain ranges.

One discovers that when all efforts end, grace descends and spirit ascends. Each of our Himalayan journeys has been a discovery of the mystical unravelling in the least unexpected moments. Culturing the right attitude has enabled us to truly celebrate at high altitude. We have unwrapped the true effects of surrender to dissolve challenges of inclement weather, and realized the power of divine synchronicity that makes our expeditions so enchanting.

People often frown at me when they see me clad in T-shirt and Jeans. It is hard for them to come to terms that I do not easily fit into their idealism or traditional mould. Seeing a fit, youthful, clean-shaven, free-spirited, tech-savvy, easy-going, married man trashing rigid norms to radiate a pure celebration of life is unsettling for a conventional mindset. As they settle down to experience energies and wrapped in magnetism, they begin to see beyond their assumptions and perceptions. In our Himalayan expeditions, they discover the effects of being with a yogi. It is a fact that these mountains are relentless and will expose the pretentious ones. If one can remain humble, devoted and surrendered to the elemental flows, one can see the magic of sunshine emerging on snowing days and forces of nature protecting the yogis. It is a revelation of the mystical turnaround of events that baffles the sceptics.

The Himalayan challenge is a game changer. The body is on a stringent test drive once we cross the 20,000 feet altitude. Adapting to rarefied mountain air at high altitude, truly being mountain fit and staying blissful is the way of a Himalayan yogi. All claims are useless if we are not able to click into alignment. I wanted to do see the true effectiveness of Himalayan Kriya Yoga. All our participants did open-air ‘kriya yoga’ practices in sub-zero conditions and they managed to attain body heat through specific breathing techniques. I tested my sprinting skills and endurance with running uphill in high altitude and it became evident that the body had crossed several thresholds and stayed appreciably fine-tuned to its state of a mountain yogi.

Serving the sacred sciences of ascension and liberation:
Swami Rama served as my true inspiration as he unravelled the eternal remembrance of the sacred heritage of yogic sciences. I was enchanted by the profound yogic sciences of Nada, Laya, Samaya tantra, Swarodaya, Shambhavapya and without a direct teacher, there was no choice but to absorb it intuitively. A Himalayan yogi told me that I would go through vak shuddhi purification and I would be able to render chants to its calibrated purity. This is the science of Nada yoga. After several years of purging, my voice was able to upscale to access 4-octave range in its expression. I have documented my journey into music in my first book- Yogam & Music-the divine alchemy.

My journey of exploration gave me an intricate link between the outer and inner dimensions. The mastery of inner dimensions reflects in a smooth flow of protected, abundant and blissful unfolding of events. We are the focal points of the universe in an awakened flow. We can truly celebrate a liberating journey that is intensely beautiful in every aspect. One cannot ignore the presence of the dark and shadow elements that walk with us. I learnt to look into the sun and be at peace with the shadows. I agree that it gets lonelier at the top. Everything seems boring if we become ritualistic and repetitive. It is imperative that one engages in creative flow which is a sign of mastery.

The journey goes on like a river in its perennial flow. I do not question anything. The quest of completion is driving me towards more integration of fragments in its multi-dimensional existence. Gratitude while serving the yogic path with love and compassion remains the theme of my journey as it unfurls in mystical ways as I get to encounter the true fragrance, presence and purity of cosmic grace that directs this mission.

Note: This is a brief autobiography of Maha Yogi Dr Pradeep Ullal, Founder and Spiritual Head of Kevala Foundation, a celebration destination in India. The complete version of this biography will be released in 2020.

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Kailasaa Music Festival-3: The Purest Divine Musical Ecstasy

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A few beings on this planet realize that ‘Music is the most potent drug ever known’. Far from being just a means of live entertainment, the Kailasa Music Festival at Kevala Foundation has emerged as a magnetic reminder that pure divine music will usher us to the godliness within.

The big stage for world-class live performances: A summary
In its 3^rd edition, the Kailasaa Music Festival lived up to its promise we made to upscale the overall experience. The dream of getting choicest world-class musicians and singers performing live in the vibrant outdoor stage set in a pure nature ambience aided by high-resolution sound, classy ambient lighting, high definition audiovisual recordings of the musical ecstasy came true in a spectacular and memorable way.

The extent of success can easily be summed up by the testimonies of seasoned professionals who graced the event. An International music event director admired our efforts, considering our limited resources and budget and yet we hosted an appreciable event of this scale in a remote destination. The energies were so profound that artists that have performed all over the world admitted that they found the setting at Kailasaa Festival so welcoming and intense, that they are eager to perform again. More importantly, they envisage some of the biggest names in the world music domain to perform at the next edition of the festival. Our local legislator was so thrilled and engrossed that he attended all the 3 days of the festival despite his super busy schedule.

The melodious voices, calibrated music and pulsating percussions permeated the tranquil space and traversed through remotest villages in the sacred valley of ‘Chandra Drona’ hills drawing in curious crowds that have never seen or heard these musical geniuses. The festival turned out to be a rare gift to the music lovers of Chikmagalur, a paradise where Kevala Foundation stands as a Nada Yoga centre and heritage site for pure world music. One of my dear friends who was depressed on the passing of her beloved dog wrote to me that being at Kevala Foundation during the festival transformed her into a blissful state. The intense music, sanctified space and the ‘Himalayan Kriya Yoga’ sessions healed her.

A week before the event, I was flooded with messages from musicians and singers that wanted to find a slot and perform at the festival. It was hard to decline one of them. Khanak Joshi, the 12-year old Sufi singer and her team found a deserved slot on the first day of the event. Those who have organized a music event in a remote nature destination will relate with our efforts. When 50 artists perform back to back in 3 days, the event organizer needs to be super aware of every single detail to ensure a streamlined flow. The fact that everything looked so welcoming on-site at the Kailasaa Music Festival is possible only owing to tireless work and coordinating skills of our core team on site, dear friends and volunteers.

The sheer intensity of preparing the site, weeding five acres of land, sorting the approach road, sprucing the nearby kundalini cosmic gardens, planting new flowering saplings, setting up ambient lighting and a customized stage, meeting the tech-rider specifications of artists, choice of food menu, tie-ups with logistics transport companies, hotels, spreading awareness of the event, designing of promotional material and reaching out to enthusiasts across the board, it was a huge task accomplished effectively with just a few people on task. Everything looks routine for a hardcore event director in a big town event in an established venue. However when getting a pin across to site is a 34 kilometres ride from nearest shopping destination, one has to plan for every eventuality.

Pure downloads of Energy at Kevala
The energy at Kevala is of a consecrated space that is empowered by downloads of Galactical Cosmic Rays (GCR) which is mostly received in untouched rain forests. This makes a huge impact on all those who are receptive to the gentle trickle of photonic energies. Every artist at the festival talked about the purity of energies that they felt and how they braced up to offer their higher extent of musical expression. Most of these artists came to Kailasa festival in a rush and had to juggle between various outstation shows, and thankfully they were able to quickly absorb the energies and deliver a power packed performance.

The auspicious beginnings
The stage was set for a grand musical extravaganza. Music takes us closest to the divinity within. For a true artist, gratitude serves as the doorway to musical expression of devotion and bliss. The melodious voice of Sinchana Bhat offered the prayers to the Lord with soulful Ganesh Vandana. Sinchana is an adept Hindustani Classical Singer who graciously volunteered to anchor the festival along with Suma who took over the narrative in the Kannada language.

The ecstatic performances at Kailasaa

The exotic Santoor rendition by Shri Deepak Ullal
Santoor is a 93 stringed instrument that is one of the most difficult to tune and express its nuances. It offers no meendkari like in sitar, and hence to express gayaki ang (melodious tunes of singing), it takes supreme control over the striking of the mallets on the strings. Shri Deepak Ullal lends his deep awareness of rhythm and melody to express it with his spellbinding raga based renditions. If one closes their eyes, he would transport the listener to the exotic valleys of Kashmir with its meandering streams cascading down the snow-capped peaks. The opening performance of Shri Deepak on Santoor and ably accompanied by Shri Shouri Shanbhag on the Tabla created magical waves and befittingly opened the music event to eager audiences.

Sufiana Kalam by Khanak Joshi
The stage was set for the prodigy Khanak Joshi to weave her magic. I had already enjoyed listening to her practice in our music room at kevala. It is a treat to watch her perform with confidence as she rendered Sufiana poetry with her penetrative voice and poise. Gaurav Sharma on Tabla, and Sanjit Mukherjee on the Dholak gave her the rhythmic accompaniment. Khanak has the right attitude and intense dedication to progression, she has the potential to scale heights in her singing journey. Meeting parents of this 12-year-old prodigy were truly heart warming.

Devotional singing by Sooryagayathri
Sooryagayathri has made international waves with her extraordinary tonal purity and soulful singing. She is a true ‘tapasvini’ and a darling of online rasikas. With over 50 million viewers tuned into her voice, she seems to fill the void left by the great M S Subbalakshmi. She landed in Kevala tired and feverish with a massive cold. All the rough road journeys were overbearing on her. I felt a huge wave of compassion for her, and she graciously accepted healing transmissions in the meditation space at Kevala. After a brief period of rest, she emerged on stage and admitted that she will not be able to give her best. It became apparent that Soorya was trying hard to give her best while fighting against the flu. The small strains in her high notes were indicative. As the concert ended, I rushed on stage to congratulate her. As I held her face, she teared up. These were genuine tears of a true artist who was disappointed that she could not render her best performance. My heart melted and reached out to her. I could clearly see the depth of her mission. In those moments, I also felt a deep sense of contentment that the heritage of Indian devotional music is supremely alive, as the flag bearers like soorya will keep it flying high. I had the honour of meeting her parents who have sacrificed a lot to support their daughter’s phenomenal singing journey.

Layatharanga, the ecstatic performers

Having watched scores of youtube videos and listened to albums of these maestros, the excitement to see them live kept growing. Thanks to persistent efforts of our event director Suryaprakash, we managed to get them together to perform, as each of them always travels in multiple destinations performing different concerts. The distinct sound of Layatharanga is baffling. The extraordinary timing, melodies, rhythms, cues allow them to blend in individual brilliance and collective volcanic eruptions. I had to admit that this concert was one of the best I had seen live. Amit Nadig mesmerized the audience with his genius on the flute. He was elegantly positioned in the centre stage surrounded by an eclectic mix of percussionists. Arun Kumar unleashed a flurry of foot-tapping rhythms while Vidwan Giridhar Udupa weaved his magic on the Ghatam and orchestrated the band with minimalistic eye movements and hand gestures. Pramath Kiran, the founding member of Layatharanga played mind-boggling Afro-Cuban rhythms on the Djembe, Cajun while revealing his mastery on the Morching (jaws harp). Vidwan Jayachandra Rao, demonstrated his rhythmic mastery on the Mridangam. The rapid-fire round of Konnakol by each of the artists truly distinguished their unique styles and practices. Fusion presentations can easily reel off the track when there is lack of grasp on getting the act together. Most of the modern day fusion bands sound like a cacophony of random sounds. Layatharanga is impressive in its detailing and overall impact. Melody is the binding fabric and soothing interception amidst the intensity of the percussions. Such was the impact of their performance that every track received an overwhelming standing ovation, which fuelled them to heighten their expression. Layatharanga lived up to its true glory and rocked the Kailasaa festival. Giridhar Udupa stated during the post-concert that each of the band members celebrated the sanctified space at kevala and were talking about it days later and all are eager to be back with a bang.

Sama Veda Ghosti by Vinayak Hegde
Sama Veda is one of the greatest cosmic downloads of purest transmissions for awareness on planet earth. It is the source of musical expression and includes verses from Rig Veda chanted to a unique Vedic meter. Sama Veda is regarded as the roots to classical Indian music and dance traditions that the notations sound like a musical score sheet. Saman means song, and the chants are sung with an enchanting notation. Shri Vinayak Hegde is a rare find and an adept, thanks to our flutist Shri Vinayak Honnavar ji who introduced him to the Kailasaa Festival. When the chants commenced at three in the afternoon, the very first verse permeated my brain center like a lazer beam. In the following moments, all present in the audience were truly magnetized. No one could move an inch. I could not even open my eyes, but felt his sonorous voice radiating waves of bliss. In intense 21 minutes of chanting, he had radiated a huge wave of energy. When he did finish the session, I looked around to see spellbound listeners in surrender to the profundity that encompassed them. The only way we can honour this precious vedic heritage is by practising it. We have already set forth on the path to introduce Sama Veda classes at Kevala Foundation.

Aparamparagata: The journey into unconventional sounds of handpan
Muki Sablania deft fingers run on the handpan delicately and produce heavenly sounds of rare melodies. Just when you feel like you can drift into meditative stillness, he whips up a crazy rhythm that gets you excitedly clapping on the edge of your seat. Handpan is a beautiful sounding instrument, one can’t go off key with it. Every tap is a pleasant sound. However to strike a grand conversation, one needs deep sensitivity of every hand strike and deep rhythmic sense. Muki’s rendition is like a white swan graciously drifting through Mansarovar lake. He has had a memorable and progressive journey with the Kailasaa Guni Kalakaar Band, our bunch of talented amateur musicians from Kailasaa Festival and the jamming sessions are always intense and creative. Muki is a multi-instrumentalist and gifted enough to make his own musical instruments. His musical sense, simplicity, genuine humility makes him magnetic, on and off stage.

Hindustani Classical by Poorvi Garud
Poorvi Garud is a gifted classical singer with an impressive vocal range and tonal purity. She hails from a family of three generations of revered musicians. She carries the fragrance of that legacy while demonstrating her unique style. Her voice is honest, pure and expresses flair for subtle melodic and microtonal expressions. She is an integral part of Kailasa Festival now and we see her as a shining beacon of Hindustani classical music if she persists with the tapasya that is required. Under the watchful accompaniment on tabla with her father Shri Gurucharan Garud, she graciously rendered the ragas that truly wowed the discerning audience.

Owing to a late start of the afternoon events, we could honour only a truncated concert time. We all truly deserved to listen to her, So I urged Poorvi to come on stage later in the evening as the celebrations heightened with her doting father Shri Gurucharan Garud and the kailasaa band having ignited a huge wave. She graciously accepted and soulfully sang two tracks, one in English and Spanish that found instant appeal with the audience.

Carnatic Recital & Devotional Music-Dr Suchetan Rangaswamy & Team
Dr Suchetan Rangaswamy and his protégé Supreeth Phalguna who are making waves on the popular ‘Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Kannada’ Talent hunt show as mentors, brought the crowd alive with their passionate devotional singing. Those who relate with bhakti movement in Karnataka state were in for a treat as the duo belted cult classics ardently and found an instant connect with audiences. With Carnatic classical raga-based bhajans, they traversed across the spectrum and graciously accepted song requests from some discerning listeners in the audience. The limelight of the concert was the brilliant live painting done by a talented artist on stage gifted with quicksilver strokes who brought to life, his unique depictions of Masters -Ganesha, Krishna, Hunaman and Ma Shakti. Dr. Suchetan was nursing a back injury which was sorted at Kevala and he came back on stage with renewed vigour and passion and delivered a memorable performance.

Hindustani Vocal by Sadhashiv Bhat & Sinchana Bhat
Sinchana Bhat engaged in dual role-play as the anchor and performer at the Kailasa festival which gave her the opportunity to watch all the live concerts. The stage of kailasa somehow was inspiring every artist to offer their best. This was clearly evident when she settled down into a meditative state to perform with her husband ‘Sadashiv Bhat’. Their melodious voices caressed us like an ozone-rich mountain breeze. There is nothing more soothing than a Hindustani classical raga when rendered with a deep emphasis on melody, and nuances of microtones. Their voices compliment each other as Sinchana soars melodiously on the highs with ease, Sadashiv is that enriched base note that is endearing and heartwarming.

Rhythm Magic –Kailasaa Guni Kalakaar
Kailasa Festival has matured and so have the loyal and dedicated artists that have been with us since our first edition in 2016. We lovingly call these talented bunch of artists the Kailasa Guni Kalakaar. There is no better thrill for an experimental musician than discover the magic of jamming. The fragrance and essence of each artist, their unique styles and collaborative efforts are on display. The ecstatic moments are about the magic of timing, and when it happens in a flash without any hint of elaborate planning. Music delves in its deep calculation done to derive that magical timing. In the company of mature artists, it unfurls with effortless ease. The fusing of styles happen when musicians combine deep intent, skill, inherent talent along with intensive attention to the scales, rhythms and nuances which can make all the difference between fusion and confusion. More importantly, it also opens the gateways for a better connection for artistic creativity and expression.
When these talented bunch arrived on stage, it was already 10 in the night. Some of the crowd had already returned home. However, there was an eager bunch that had anticipated the magic to unleash and hence were waiting patiently. Deepak Ullal set the mood of nature romance and colour, with stunningly beautiful melodies struck on the Santoor with such rare artistry. Gurucharan Garud on the tabla demonstrated his mastery with deft accompaniment and a rare flurry of explosive rhythms. In a few minutes, these artists shifted gears as Shri Sarvottam Kamath came alive on the Djembe, Congos, Cajun, and his percussion raised the excitement and tempo admirably.

Vinayak Honnavar on the flute who was pitching in softly with melodious punctuations on the Bansuri, is a live wire on and off stage. He bared his collection of flutes which he had gathered at the World Flute Festival in Argentina, and unleashed the Andean mountain melodies with the South American flute. The rare blend of santoor, tabla, djembe, flute created a frenzy mainly owing to the talent of these artists.
The essence of Kailasa Music Festival is hard to describe unless one has been a live witness to the sheer magic that was on display. Just when everyone thought the concert would be predictable, Kaushik a Didgeridoo player was spotted in the audience. I invited him on stage just trusting my gut feeling that everything would fall into place and reassuringly the jamming took a new twist as Muki Sablania joined in with his Handpan. As surprises kept springing up, it just raised the bar to new astonishing heights. Aadarsh on the keyboards seemed to be another plane, as he intercepted with funky chords and bass drones that added a splash of colour to the expressions of santoor. The tempo heighted with Sarvottam on the congos, and the crowd who were on the edge of their seats, rushed in front on the stage, and danced their away till midnight.

Carnatic Recital- Shri Vibhu, Pawan Kumar, Aniruddha
As Sinchana introduced ShriVibhu and his accompanying musicians to the audience, she made a deep observation of the musical journey of these talented artists before they commenced their performances. All these are recipients of Awards of contests conducted by All India Radio at the National level, which she reinstated as one of the toughest selection formats in India. The talented trio seemed under no pressure and it became evident as Shri Vibhu took on the microphone and unfurled his magical voice that magnetized us with its rich timbre, reach and impact. Aniruddha (violin) and Pawan Kumar (mridangam) blended in graciously. Their deep dedication amalgamated with their artistry. It is a rare treat when purists come together as they built an aura of divine intricacy that was enchanting. When they concluded, there was a gleam of deep contentment on their faces. I felt a wave of compassion as I hugged them and I am sure these youngsters will go a long way on their musical path.

A Popular offering- Srinivas Udupa & Archana Udupa
Archana is an award-winning playback singer with a musical journey of over 20 years in the kannada film industry. With her family present in the audience, and her father Shri Srinivas Udupa joined her to sing on stage, they both rendered devotional melodies that struck a deep chord with the local audiences of chikmagalur. Archana is a mature singer, with a distinctive voice. She is a definitive crowd puller who understands their pulse given her vast experience of performing. The daughter-father duo won their hearts and brought around cheer to the festivity of the event.

Mukha Veena by Madhav Bhat
Artists like Vidwan Madhav Bhat are so rare that there are only two artists in the entire planet who can whistle sing in Indian classical style. There are people who can whistle pleasingly but to deliver the swara prastara and gayaki ang and bhava is rarest art called Mukha Veena which Vidwan Madhav Bhat has truly mastered. Watching him live can make any ardent listener skip a heartbeat. Madhav Bhat radiates humility, artistry, knowledge, deep devotion and passion for his rare artform. On stage, he unleashes his extraordinary talent with ease and finesse. A single encounter with this amazing being is inspiring enough to realize that creative intelligence can extract the innermost potential to express music in infinite ways.
This amazing artist delivered such a high-intensity performance, that we felt truly honoured to have invited him and his adorable mridangam player and violinist for the festival.

Fusion- Aadarsh (Electric Guitar & Keyboards)
Aadarsh who patiently waited till the fag end of the festival, wanted his performance to happen inside the meditation hall at Kevala. All of us agreed with his choice. We heard his profound talk about his musical journey and deep observations of life as he expressed it through words and music. He presented some delighting pieces on keyboards and then truly rocked the gathering with his deft fingers on the electric guitar. Sinchana stepped in to sing some melodies and dance as the evening became more enjoyable. As we concluded the festival, there was a rush of memories just watching the stage that was left bare. We could reminisce each of the concerts in those unforgettable 3 days of pure musical ecstasy. None of us wanted the festivity to end. We are flooded with messages of gratitude for offering them a musical treat and eagerness to know about the festival in 2019.

In deepest gratitude
The festival would not have shaped without the immense support of my dear friend Suryaprakash who made sure every detail was in place, as he coordinated tirelessly with sponsors, artists, vendors and guests. Vinaya my dear wife designed the posters, banners, passes, and took every effort to streamline the venue and keep it sparklingly ready for the event. We are in deep gratitude to all our friends, volunteers who supported the Kailasa Music Festival to make it one of the most memorable musical celebration. Everyone relished every bit of the festivity. The gathering enjoyed the delicious food served by our friends Shubha and Shiva Prasad, who are owners of Java Rain Resorts, the Award-winning Best Resort in Karnataka. Their sincere team offered us delicious food which truly added more zing to the festivity. The event would not have shaped up without the support of our Sponsors- MSK Group, Transferet, Taaza & Java Rain Resorts who contributed to the Festival and stepped in to make it happen. Importantly we thank all the audiences that made it to this remote destination. Some all the way from Dubai, Bangalore, Mysore, Mangalore and from Chikmagalur town.

The Progression
We are not basking in the glory or success of this event. We remind ourselves that Kevala will expand its horizon and be an esteemed music heritage site that will welcome truly pure and talented musicians that truly cares to soak in the sanctified space and express divine music. The fourth edition of Kailasaa Music Festival will be an event to watch out with heightened celebrations with phenomenal artists, classy programming and detailing as we will fine tune every aspect to deliver a memory of a lifetime through musical ecstasy of highest potency.

PS: Watch out this space for live recordings and pictures shot by Our Celebrity Cinematographer ‘Sri CrazyMinds’ and ‘Ajith’ during the Kailasa Music Festival-3.

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Ecstatic Encounters with Shiva at Kailash

admin — Mon, 06 Aug 2018 13:51:45 +0000

Welcome to the crown of planet earth:
Kailash Parvat is also revered as the Mount Meru, the terrestrial standing pillar of light that beckons aspirant to realign their spine and burn their karmic baggage. In simple terms, it is one of the most profound reminders to connect with our true self. It welcomes us to re-ignite our connection with the Jyotirlinga, the eternal, infinite, fathomless pillar of light that beams the projection of universes.

Our evolution of spine into its upright state signifies our ability to direct the kundalini through the glorious channel of subtle unreflected light. Our spine is referred as Meru danda, the upright channel that is meant to be magnetized in the proximity of Mount Meru, the abode of the greatest master to have visited this plane, Shiva in his supreme yogic perfection. This magnificent mountain becomes relevant to us when we seek liberation from the cyclical spins of evolution. Walking around Kailash will relay the effect of spinal churning and karmic burning, which is crucial to liberating from the bondage of limitations of emotional memory. The concept is definitely inviting. However, it would be an oversimplification to imagine that just trekking around this mountain would dissolve the karma. If that were to be true in its effect, all the Sherpas spinning around the mountain would be enlightened and liberated.

There is a deep-seated yogic process to it. Unless the intent is clarified, all actions will be just a mechanical process or a ritual. In words of a German mountaineer whom I met in my previous parikrama, who looked at Mt. Kailash and declared “just another snow clad mountain”. Ignorance seems valid until we are shaken out of our pretentious slumber.

We are welcomed, but not welcome
The journey around Mt. Kailash remains on the bucket list for hardcore pilgrims and die-hard devotees of Shiva. When the initial euphoria evens out, all our devotion, endurance, and determination are tested at every bend en route the parikrama reminds us that we are walking on the roof of the planet earth, while under the influence of its most intense magnetic field. Mt. Kailash is the ‘seventh chakra’ and ‘axis’ of the earth. The magnificent snow-laden mountain Kailash Parvat is the revered the abode of Shiva, the greatest yogi ever.

Tibet beckons the pilgrims with the ‘calling’ to bask in its elusive, mystique and rugged charm. If we are logically inclined, the unlearning lesson begins at the very outset. Everyone gets to expect the unexpected. The weather gods unleash an unpredictable splash of moods that reflect in its swaying temperatures, gusty winds, incessant snow, massive cloudbursts and landslides. The real shocker for any civilized being comes from the standards of service, hygiene and toilets. We get to figure out that we are deliberately denied any, kind of ‘customer service’ even from the assigned staff at the lodges. It is probably a lesson on ego bashing that we are treated shabbily in the land of gods.

In Tibet, it will not take us long to realize that our presence is not welcome. The military-style immigration process signals that we are not really a tourist or a pilgrim, but an unwanted guest. For all those with bloated egos, it is one of few spaces on earth, where our sense of control, power and self-importance is pulverized into the thin air at the outset. The circumstances that weave around us tend to create a strange bunch of events to remind us of our insignificant presence in the vastness and wilderness of this mystical land. Such is the intensity of the journey, that one would resort to calling it ‘once-in-a-lifetime-journey’. A repeat trip would seem like another lifetime for most of them. Many consider one spin around Kailash Parvat, to be a complete karmic dissolution in itself. We are in different stages of the evolution cycle. We never know when the ‘calling’ happens and if Shiva summons, we are pulled out of our comfort zones, limitations and reservations.

Tibet seems like warped in time, a forgotten land in terms of global politics or human rights. The forceful Chinese occupation has denied Tibet its true glory and creative expression. Despite all the trickling claims and promises, we don’t see a genuine governing concern to honour the true sanctity of this land or the pilgrims that show up with their pure devotion. When human filth surfaces up, the only option is to look for solace into those glorious clouds, lakes, snow capped mountains in admiration and seeking divine intervention. Tibet invokes the desperate devotion in us. It urges one to pray to overcome hurdles that appear glaringly along the journey.

Oxygen levels, temperature and altitude are the most niggling topics before and during the parikrama. It is not a surprise that we encounter the most anxious bunch of pilgrims that come with a deep-seated wish to surpass all challenges and fulfil their dream of trekking around the most magnificent mountain on the face of the earth.

Lake Manasarovar: The most sacred celestial bathing hub:
Lake Manasarovar is a revered pure water lake that is fed by Kailash glaciers. At 15,060 feet with a surface area of 320 square kilometres, it makes its presence a treat to watch. Its brilliant hues and shades of aquamarine entice all those who throng this mystical water body that serves a sacred pilgrim spot and also as an early morning bathing hub of celestial beings and huge convergence point of an energy grid. The aspirants in all ‘shapes’, ‘sizes’, ‘colours’, ‘wrappings’, ‘readiness’ and ‘fitness’ seek the blessings and protection of the ‘mother divine’ to enable them to stretch their limitations and realize their cherished dream. Flanked by the gorgeous mountain range of Gurla Mandhata and the four mighty rivers Ravi, Sutlej, Brahmaputra and Ghaghara, and Chiu Gompa Monastery, the Lake Manasarovar finds itself in an exotic location that promises irresistible natural beauty.

Tibet continues to be an enigma. It is hard to assume or expect any definite event from this remote space with its daunting track record. Despite all the pure intent, it is evident that only a small percentage of pilgrims complete the parikrama around Mt.Kailash. The obvious aspect is that none of us are in control of our journeys. We are at the mercy of nature gods, and not to miss the watchful Chinese guides and their bosses that monitor every activity in their terrain as the ‘Big Brother’. The Nepali sherpas of Kailash Journeys, our tour operator gave their heart out to cheer up and inspire the sagging morale of our team, especially with the pathetic conditions of toilets and food. Thankfully, the abundance and beauty of nature make up for the lack of facilities and resources that one may desperately seek during their expedition.

Our earth is a pale blue dot wrapped in a magnanimous golden beam reflected by the Sun. Earth continues to fascinate with its resilience despite the onslaught of destructive human greed. Certain spaces remind us of the celestial fragrance and frequencies. It gravitates us to experience the depth of purity that we are capable of experiencing. Lake Manasarovar is an enigma. All the scientists put together are not able to figure of the mystic nature of it. For all those who scoff at the presence of higher beings, a visit to this magnetic lake can change all perceptions.

Many questions do pop up if one were to understand the need for Manasarovar on our planet. The creation is complete in itself. It finds its own designated pathways to transmit its messages and complete the cycle of its glorious intent and actions. The masters of the universes find creative ways to transmit their messages and give cues and reminders to those beings who can receive the subtle presence. Manasarovar is a creative pool, a laboratory of the cosmic experiment to channel stillness and essence of the light masters. As humans, we believe in free will, and in our ability to honour the gifts of nature. The fact remains that only a few evolved beings will truly be able to realize the design of Lake Manasarovar and the immensity of energies that transmit through this magnificent body of pure water. The message of the lake is crystal clear. It reminds “Be Still and know that you are God”. In a state of purest stillness, the distortion of our thought stream is pulverized. We give ourselves the opportunity to listen to the voice within. This voice guides us on the path towards realizing the flow of the river of prana current within. To an initiated being, just being in the presence of Manasarovar the devotion emerges as an upsurge of current within. It is instantaneous and not something we can prepare for. One may wonder if such profound experiences are linked to our personal beliefs. I experimented by being neutral and a pure witness in presence of this magnificence unfurling itself. However, as much as we try to prepare, the surge of the mother divine is impossible to resist. The transmission of Mother as Saraswati, the goddess of creative intelligence is supremely alive in every water molecule of this lake. The grace of mother reflects in every ray, band of light that permeates through the depth of the lake. At its surface its ever
The purest magnetism of spiritual energies combined with challenges adds to the air of mystique that hangs low like those massive silvery clouds. Tibet spreads its super vast canvas that seems hard to capture. It keeps reminding that we are at the roof of the world. No amount of preparation seems enough to absorb its pristine energies that stream through its snow-capped mountains, streams, rivers, placid lakes, magnanimous clouds, mysterious caves, cosmic interventions that permeate the starlit skies. There is an unseen welcome note from up above. All we need is the indomitable spirit which comes with intense preparation to take on the challenge.

The Himalayan Boot Camp at Kevala:
I am often reminded of resilience from the hard-hitting survival story of Louis Zamperini, a US prisoner of first world war in the movie ‘Unbroken’ that conveyed the impossible hardships he faced and emerged victorious owing to his die-hard spirit. The essence of which is highlighted by the statement “if you can take it, you can make it”.

At 3700 ft above sea level, and surrounded by hills, Kevala Foundation became our first choice boot camp location to prepare for Kailash journey. Our biggest advantage is that the sacred Deviramma Hill is in the vicinity has no tourists through the year, except on the occasion of Diwali. This gives us exclusive and easy access to explore the trek up the summit point in a clutter-free environment. Past experiences have allowed me to understand that it is not easy taking a bunch of city-bred novices up the hill. One has to get used the slowdowns, complaints, groans and cravings that are constantly expressed in varying tones. Walking in silence with a unified focus on the breath is the way to access a higher state of rhythm within. The way we hold ourselves, transfer our body weight, extend our breath, ground in for vitality, enables us to extract the right approach towards an effortless effort of preparing for the Himalayan challenge. It is transparent we can never replicate a rarified Himalayan atmosphere at lower heights. The easy way to compensate for this to practice short bursts of sprinting uphill, closer to the summit. It can get tricky to prepare for such sprints. One needs to gradually progress towards attaining a fine-tuned body that can handle the endurance required for heart and lung to adjust to the energy demands. The alveoli sacs in the lungs experience a surprise wave of pressure and yield to the demand for oxygenation.

There are some clear indications in the body that one observes in these short bursts. In a heightened state, one can distinctly hear the pulse at the vortex of the head in intense dynamism. The mountain spirit will always remain an inspiration. A little contemplation will enable us to realize why Masters have deliberately placed their altars at the summit of many mountains. It serves as an inspiring milestone to keep the devotees aligned and fit. It also reaffirms the strong consuming feeling that unfurls at the summit point “Higher the altar, deeper the devotion”.`

Despite all our training in the hills, there was a niggling feeling that it was nowhere close to the readiness that for the demands of ‘Drolma La’ Pass in Tibet at 19,800 ft. The Himalayas remains the spiritual engine, cradle, firepower that ignites the unawakened to an intensely demanding journey into the core of everything. All assumptions that we harbour from gathering information from journeyers and travelogues will be an indication, as Tibet unleashes a range of startling personal experiences that are unique to each of us of the stage of karma. The lessons to accept to expect the unexpected is in plenty. It is safe to conclude that the mystic eventually wins over every logical approach we can conceive.

This writeup will be concluded in a full-fledged Book, written by Dr Pradeep Ullal, Head of Kevala Foundation.

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Himalayan Odyssey in the land of cedars

admin — Tue, 03 Apr 2018 07:13:00 +0000

Life is precious and flows like a river, that is, if we truly align and allow it to flow. It may sound far-fetched to allow our individual will to surrender to the divine will but the leap from ‘logic’ to ‘magic’ is the game changer. The path of celebration and liberation is a beautiful blossoming process. I feel honoured to share a magical journey in Lebanon earlier this year.

The connection with Serene:

I was browsing through my inbox at Kevala when I came across a mail from a yoga teacher, Serene , seeking guidance on her journey into Kundalini uprising. She mentioned in her letter that she had met an ‘awakened’ being at a ceremony in Barcelona and that he had been initiated into Kundalini rising by me. She went on to track me on the net and an instant rapport was established with Serene. A few minutes later, we were engrossed in conversation. The communication was transparent and the connection between us seemed eternal. In a few days, she invited me to Beirut to guide her and her students. I responded instantly with an affirmative. It came straight from the heart.

Getting to Lebanon for Indian passport holders is never easy. It was obvious that Serene had to apply for my visa. I was travelling to Kailasa Temple in Ellora caves while the visa application in Beirut had been under process for over a month. I kept trusting that it would fall into place as my travel date was fast approaching. Just 3 days before I was due to travel to Lebanon, I received an excited message from Serene that the visa had come through. It was indeed a relief to see the visa in my mail. However, It was a transit visa. Apparently, there is no ‘tourist’ visa that is issued to Indians.

When I reached the International Airport at Bengaluru, the airline further created a fuss and after making a series of calls to immigration authorities, they eventually allowed me to pass through. Landing in Beirut, everything seemed pleasant and easy. It was winter. Fresh breeze and a light drizzle greeted me as I stepped out. Serene welcomed me at the airport with a warm hug. I could sense the purity in her. She radiated love and compassion and a deep familiarity that extended to many lifetimes.

The Himalayan commonality:
Lebanon is a small and vibrant nation with a mix of Arab, French and British cultures. The interesting mix of great food, beautiful people and music keep one enthralled. It is hard to miss the views of snow-capped hills and green hilltop towns overlooking the Mediterranean sea. The commonality of Himalayas is with the ‘cedar’ trees. The cedars do not grow as tall as the ones in the Himalayas but remind us of its magic, nevertheless!

The Kriya encounters begin:
I discovered that I have an intense connection with Lebanon. Many past journeys came flooding into me as a pure remembrance. Many eager aspirants were awaiting to explore and embrace the science of Himalayan Kriya Yoga. The sessions were intense and pushed the thresholds of many. The chants, breathing, tapping, detox, and purification processes seemed strange to a few initially. However, they all experienced the intense river of prana streaming through the meridians across the body. The feeling of purity, bliss, celebration, and ecstasy gave them a glimpse into higher possibilities. It is an honour to share this wisdom with beings that are ready to grasp. The sheer joy of watching them celebrate the flow of prana and click into alignment makes it worthwhile to offer this rare Himalayan yogic science in its unbridled expression.

Amazing encounters at the ‘Soul-Spa’:
The beautiful serene mornings in Beirut absorbed in sharing the Himalayan Kriya Yoga will always be truly memorable. I felt privileged to share this amazing science with beings that were eager to absorb. As always we made an early start. The mornings were chilly and it felt so joyful as the sun peeked through the glass windows and warmed us. I enjoyed watching the radiant faces as they soaked in the flow of the river of prana passing through them. Randa, the owner of ‘soul-spa’ (yoga and healing studio) in Beirut opened her beautiful space with all her heart. I felt honoured to be there to serve many beings in need.

Many beautiful beings made themselves available for the healing encounters. Blissfully, they received the immense transmissions of light passing through this instrument. Mystical, magical and magnetic in its impact, these cosmic transmissions just happen to permeate everywhere. Tapping into these rays empower us with the phenomenal ability to ignite integrative healing flow across the bodies and liberate from chronic situations of pain, suffering, debilities, and ailments that seem threatening. This immense yogic science is oceanic in its extent of awareness and possibilities. The profundity of the results is evident in these intense moments. It humbles me with creative flow pouring in from higher dimensional masters. These encounters are beyond logic and reasoning of baffled beings that want to know how they could feel the release so rapidly during the pure alignment sessions. The answer is simple. Prana flows across the meridian channels and unblocks everything that is out of alignment.

The game changers
Music, laughter, love, flow, freedom, intent, gratitude, compassion, trust, surrender, attitude breathing, conscious awareness ….all are inescapable aspects of purification and alignment with the self. There is no room for complacency and assumptions on the path to liberation. The pain of discipline is better than the pain of regret. This powerful concept requires practice and needs to be hammered within until we step out of our comfort zones and face the real pain of ignorance that has confined us to limitedness. All those who have truly encountered the self, have had a powerful experience of bliss, celebration and liberation. Thankfully many beings that truly received the flow passing through me did have a phenomenal experience of these elevated states.

Ecstasy in The Mountain Retreat (Ramalieh):

Unraveling the serenity of Lebanon can happen in its expansive elevated zones, where the cedars, olives, orange trees, quaint homes and bright faces welcome us en route the drive to the snow-covered hills. The magic of watching the Mediterranean sea while driving and to be able to celebrate the changing landscapes is a treat in itself. Ramalieh is a retreat in an eco-protected green zone. The space is usually rented for yoga and silence retreats. As soon as we entered, I could sense the deep silence that engulfed the meditation hall. We had carried huge and powerful audio speakers and plugged into music instantly. The bare hall reverberated with echoes which did not seem sonically pleasant. The wind outside was fierce. Our friends warmed up at the fireplace and later that evening, the space came alive with Sufi music from India. There were some energy corrections in the hall that I took note for calibrating for the next day. I spent a few hours listening to the music collection of Raja, a dear friend of Sylvie.

Day one at Retreat:

It was 7 am in the morning and a bit of chill was evident in the air. The meditation space was ready for the magnanimous flow of the event. I was greeted by 30 aspirants, all looking forward to a journey of fine-tuning through the sacred science of Himalayan Kriya Yoga.

The music kept us magnetized through the extended and intense session that lasted more than 4 hours. There was no dint of tiredness as each of them plunged into the flows of prana that permeated their cellular awareness. The inner awakening process that I had promised all of them was pulsating within as intense and inescapable awareness.

It was intriguing to watch the flow that surpassed the resistance that cropped up. It was a mixed crowd with varying levels of readiness, fitness, receptivity, intensity, and preparedness. It did seem like a challenge to enable all of them to derive the experience that they had turned up for. My eyes scanned dormancy that occurred around. There was a deep-seated urge to invoke a surge in each of their spines. I was on intense fire. The Kundalini shakti within raged with a deep sense of purpose. Every being lying on the floor waiting for the ultimate rising within them appeared to me as pillars of light. The human spirit had to rise beyond the ordinary. Devotion, trust, surrender and acceptance are crucial for a surge to happen. Strangely the clash between the desperation and surrender often serves as a hindrance. When all efforts have ended, its easier to collapse into surrender. When surrender is complete, grace appears. Logic fails and magic happens. The grammar ends and flow begins. The intellect exhausts and intelligence emerges. The intelligence exhausts and intuition happens. The surrender is ushered by a rush of energies that shape the flow through floodgates within.

For some, it may take a gentle touch and for some others, just the presence of a realized being is enough. While for most, there is a need for a huge shake-up. I do this effectively by stepping on them. It may sound crude to the ones that treat their body with fear and boundaries. However it is proven that the body needs to be kickstarted into an extraordinary upward rush of prana. The dormant kundalini can rise spectacularly and end a lifetime of wait. A split second moment of kandarpa vayu (Kundalini) making its way through the open gateway in the spine could result in an orgasmic ecstasy in the midbrain and awaken the DMT flow. Huge expansions, explosions, tingling sensations, contractions, visions, holographic impressions, divine sounds and sacred geometry symbols occur in a clear and transparent space within.

The process of magnetic induction is intriguing science. For those who are ready, it is a phenomenal experience and for the skeptical it may seem ridiculous to offer oneself to higher knowing or experience. The fear within is a wall. To overcome this apprehension, we need to trust enough.

A handsome young man who seemed overwhelmed sat up during the process and told me he just wanted to watch what was happening around him. I could sense his fear and told him he can be a witness. In a matter of an hour, he watched 29 aspirants around him induced into a drug-free ecstasy, made possible through magnetic transmissions of bio-photonic flow. When we are ready to surrender and let go, we have the ability to rise above the pain and access the states of liberation through the purest flow of prana across the extended meridian network in our subtle body.

I enjoyed the role of switching between being a DJ spinning DMT trance music and a personal guide to each of them. When they were ushered to sit up, it was a treat to watch them in a golden glow. The innate power wash was palpable. The ecstatic state is hard to hide or mask. I witnessed stiff men get up and dance like carefree children. The music added more zing to the celebration. Everything that occurred in this meditation space was pure magic. It was 12 pm and 30 beings in the room were dancing to the beat. The underlining factor was that there was no alcohol, drugs or substances involved. It reiterates that music is the most potent drug ever known and when combined with apt energies, weaves the most exotic feeling of celebration.

Godliness lies in its finest details. Everything matters and contributes to the higher knowing – purity of sound, choice of music, the intensity of purification, strong intent, energies, transmissions of masters, the readiness of beings, choice of space and preparedness to access the gifts and override challenges that surface en route to the summit point within.

The immensity of celebration pervaded us all. It was an inescapable feeling. The internal fire was raging while streams of pure compassion flowed profusely. Soaked in magnanimous gratitude, the revelations gather momentum. It is always an honour to watch beings blossom and share their journeys. The feeling of expansiveness and infinite love continued while we walked through remote hills meandering through cedar, olive and lemon trees and watched nature express its bounty. Every stone along the path seemed to have a story to share. The skies painted itself in crazy hues and clouds expressed in myriad ways. The heart bloomed in pure satisfaction. There is no better feeling than watching pure joy unfolding around. If one would switch to view our existence from the creators angle, the world we live in would be a great remembrance of the dance of light and shadows.

Angels in flow:

Every event conceived by higher design attracts the most amazing beings to celebrate the flow. It came as no surprise that we were basking in the company of loving beings. Aida, our healer friend had offered to cook for us. She unleashed her choicest Indian and Lebanese delicacies, which tickled the palate and yet was light enough to suit our intensive kriya practice. Hani, a talented movie director had taken on the realms behind the lens and captured the event in arty and classy angles, which opened our eyes to higher possibilities.
Serene weaved the magic of bringing everyone on the same page. Arabic translators popped in to make it easy for those who could not grasp my communication. Everyone volunteered around to make it easy for each other to rise above struggles and limitations. Raja, a self-taught parkour practitioner helped some of us navigate through the woods.

Eternal connections:

I had walked into Beirut without any expectations. At the end of two weeks, I had the honour to connect with some of the most beautiful beings I had encountered in a long time. It became harder to bid goodbye. ‘When will you be back again?’ This was the parting note of everyone that I connected with on this momentous journey. I firmly believe that strangers are friends from the past that we discover again and the connection is eternal. In true readiness, openness, acceptance and unconditional flow, the connections remain fragrant and expressive.

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Grace of Divine Mother: Magical experiences in himalayas

admin — Thu, 20 Jul 2017 08:22:48 +0000

We often wonder how events unfold in their unique ways. The words of Ramana Maharishi keep reminding me that “Events are happening and we are witnessing”. This has been a deep realization that has allowed me to ‘let-go’ and ‘surrender’ to the scope of events that occur in my current journey.

The dangerously beautiful Himalayan road journey
We had embarked on an Himalayan expedition to the remotest lakes, caves, monasteries and peaks of Himachal Pradesh and were returning to Manali from Chandratal lake. On the way, we encountered the most precarious roads carved out of crystal rock mountains, proving to be intensely challenging for the drivers and their cars. The road appeared non-existent and was studded with multi-hued stones glistening in the sun. To add to the challenge were the gushing waters from melting snow, streaming through our road ways. To make matters worse, all our cars had been battered with intense fortnight long Himalayan road journeys. Our drivers had warned us that they had no more spares for replacing any flat tyre, which seemed a very likely threat on this terrain. If one were to seek help from any rescue team, we would have had to spot one about 50 miles long away. With lack of a mobile network, we risked losing track of our friends travelling in 4 cars, each at a varying pace. Our safe return to Manali was paramount as we all were excited about celebrating our last phase of the journey with some fun and live music in cafes of old Manali.

Prayers and surrender come easily and naturally in these situations. The drive seemed good enough to invoke surrender even in hard core atheists. Such was the grandeur of the mountains on view that it showcased true ‘heaven-on-earth’. Our eyes feasted on these impossibly beautiful snow laden peaks, reaching to the clouds, and expressing its creative existence so uniquely. It was a mystical flow of nature in its splendor that was beyond description. The words ‘dangerously beautiful’ came close to expression as we watched low over-hanging rocks almost caressing our cars while rivers streamed down ferociously from snow laden mountain ranges onto our only highway to Manali.

A freak accident and flow of Divine Mother’s grace
For those who trust in the Himalayan spirit, the journey that we underwent would be an eye-opener and a deep remembrance of the grace of the divine Mother that flowed to protect, guide and heal us. One such incident unraveled itself while we were mid-way through our journey. We encountered a powerful river stream that intersected the road that we are driving on. The large stones that studded the path, threatened our car’s ground clearance. I suggested to our driver, Rakesh that we would step out and clear the way. As expected, our car’s front tyre got jammed in between two rocks and we watched in wonder as Devika lifted a huge stone out of the way demonstrating tremendous innate strength. The energy that flowed through her was a sight to behold. As our driver managed to steer the car out of trouble, one of the cars in the convoy drove past. I strolled behind the car and gave it a push to move it out of a dangerous pothole. Little did I know what was in store for me as all I did was in good intent to help the driver to steer the car out of the danger zone. Everything seemed alright until I felt a sudden blow on my right knee. It sent a shockwave that rose like a bolt of lightning into the brain. It then occurred to me that the car wheel had spun viciously and kicked up a large stone. Unfortunately, I just happened to be positioned in the stone missile trajectory. For a moment, I felt a numbing sensation and I limped slowly to the side of the road. I rolled up my jeans to take a good look at the injury. There was a red bruise on the side of my right knee cap. It seemed to be growing. For a moment I felt foolish that I was caught so unaware and felt a deep sense of urgency to sort this injury. I realized that my presence and active involvement in the journey couldn’t be disrupted. There were a lot of exciting times ahead to be celebrated in Manali.
I closed my eyes and took one long deep breath. A powerful inspiring idea passed through my mind and I steadied myself, all fired up to sort out my knees. A feeling of intense urge running through me, I sprinted to our car which was parked about 150 meters away. Thankfully, the sudden rush of adrenaline did ignite the flow into the knees. I didn’t feel any noticeable pain. As I sat in the car, I was enveloped by my concerned friends who were showering me with empathy and compassion. Cold compress pads and crepe bandages were offered. But deep within, I knew what would work for my knees. I closed my eyes with deep intent arising from within. The deepest longing was to surrender to the divine Mother and seek the cosmic rays to heal instantly. I closed my eyes again and switched into zero-field awareness, focussing on the pineal gland. Many memories flooded me as I had previously experienced phenomenal transmissions through the pineal gland leading to instant healing within. A wave of calming energies ushered me into deep restive state. Timeless and thoughtless, these restive moments came alive when I felt a rush of energies in my right knee. It was circling around vigorously and I felt a ball of fire. It must have lasted only a few moments but it felt so intensely complete. When I opened my eyes, the knee felt light, and surprisingly the reddish bruise mark had vanished. There was no swelling and it appeared as if there had been no injury at all.As expected the flow in my knee enabled me to focus entirely on celebrating the Himalayan journey ahead.

An uprising rush of immense gratitude flowed towards the Mother. My deep connection with this ‘Ma Shakti’ has always been intense. Ma has showered me with healing, compassion, cosmic gifts, and kundalini rising whenever I needed them the most. The true essence to wings to freedom is to absorb the grace of the Divine Mother and Shiva which keeps us enthralled on such mystical journeys to the abode of gods in the most sacred spaces on earth.

Himalayan paradise in pristine glory enroute Chandratal
The Himalayan range is blessed with heavenly lakes which are so mystical and rewarding that it attracts light beings and genuine devotees to pay its respect to sacred energy hubs. Chandratal is one such lake which exudes the magnetic charm that is so divine and rare. The grace of Kunzum Mata, the shakti goddess is so resplendent in these spectacular snow laden mountain ranges and lakes. Our trek route to Parasol camp near Chandratal was truly the most thrilling encounter of the Himalayan magnificence. If there is ever a paradise, it’s here, in this pristine, untouched grandeur of high snow covered peaks. Our eyes feasted on visual tapestry that was beyond all description. It seemed like the gods wanted to show us their sacred playground. The sun was gentle, and the gentle breeze kept us going. The clouds rolled into many patterns and the peaks kissed the purest blue skies. There are only few places on planet earth that have been blessed by great rishis, yogis and mystics. The Himalayas has been the abode and a sacred yogic laboratory ever since it peaked to its readiness. Human interventions have often spoiled the purity of nature’s bounties. Thankfully these beauties have very little access to tourists. Only few daring trekkers make it through such routes which are remote and challenging.

The Himalayan way of uplifting trust
We had our fair share of challenges enroute to our campsite. The snow melting from these peaks had gathered into a ferociously flowing mountain stream. It gave us no option but to cross this stream to reach our camp site. We had to locate an easy access to cross the river, which was about 20 feet in width. We threw small rocks into the river to check its depth and also make it easier to navigate. We had to take the risk and make the crossing quickly, as being at campsite before dark was crucial. The temperature would drop drastically and the winds would blow mercilessly. To make it worse, there were so sign posts for the campsite, which forced us to rely on our intuition alone, to locate the easiest access point to cross the stream. Thankfully, Amritaji identified a spot amidst the river which she deliberated was easy enough to cross. We formed a human chain to make sure we could take on the gushing stream.
As expected, there was an incident at the mountain stream that ignited us into a super alive state. One of our team members froze in fright. She just couldn’t gather herself to be able to cross the stream. I had perched precariously on a rock as the icy water stream drenched me. My voice and hands tried to reach out desperately to my friend in distress. Every effort was made to shake her out of her fear and to gently urge her to make one leap of faith. Our friends Mattu, Amritaji, Aravind, Peewee and Harpreet, went on an overdrive to motivate the lady in distress to make one valiant lunge and everything would click into place. Hands, prayers and concerned voices reached out to her in deep compassion. The river stream had caught us all by surprise by its intensity. We had no rope, harnesses or life jackets. Just an unshakable trust in our human grip to get the lady to jump onto a safely embedded rock. The high drama lasted about 30 minutes until each of us had safely made it across the stream. We looked into the vast sky and thanked the Divine Mother and those mountain spirit goddesses for giving us an intense lesson on ‘trust’.

We managed to complete the long walk to the ‘Parasol camp’. We had smiles on our faces as we walked victorious, braving through the spine chilling winds and a truly eventful day. Our life at Parasol camp came alive, as we celebrated with world music . We aptly renamed our tent as “Chandra Bagha Mountain View Spa” where we tried to rejuvenate our travel weary bodies. We bumped into the sprightly ‘Bhishen Thakhur’ the owner of Parasol Camp who remarked that we are a happy bunch of free spirited explorers, and he was honoured to host us.

The next morning turned out to be rather chilly. We began our Himalayan yoga with purest intent as we welcomed the sun from behind the clouds. Our Surya Yoga practice had a magical effect on our bodies and also inspired a warm sunny morning. We headed to the exotic Chandratal Lake after breakfast. The scenic pathway was shrouded with rare mountain flowers and blanketed with expansive grasslands. Our excitement of being at this mystical lake heightened with stories of its visitation by higher beings.

Shiva Shakti Darshan at Chandratal Lake
We reached the exotic Chandratal Lake before mid-day. The azure coloured water, reflecting the snow laden peaks instantly ushered us into reverence and devotion. There was an air of mystique that surrounds this sacred water body. I bowed down into deepest surrender, praying to the Mother to show us all a glimpse of her ethereal presence that was protecting this heavenly space. We began our journey to walk around (parikrama) the periphery of the lake. Gripped by inner silence, every step was a revelation of a rare, cosmic transmission flow that was permeating through. The excitement was palpable and I could feel the body slowing down, until at one point, it just stopped mid way through the walk. I began to sense a strong pull upwards and the inner voice prompted to look into the mountain to the west side. It became evident that the mother was ushering me to receive a darshan (direct vision). Tears of gratitude flowed profusely as I witnessed the image of the Mother projected on ‘Chandra Bagha 14’, a stunningly majestic snow clad mountain towering over the west side. I waited excitedly for everyone to gather around and then pointed to the mountain. The mother had been generous as always and the projection lasted long enough for all to capture in their longing eyes and cameras. The image began to change shape and soon we witnessed the projection beam turn into the magnetic features of ‘Shiva’. The elemental forces had chosen sacred geometry of the mountain shape and aligned the projection to fit into the crowning glory at the summit point. The sacred energy that emanated was truly palpable as we stood transfixed in an immersed state. Chandratal was shimmering as we celebrated this rare sighting with highest reverence and gratitude.

Gods watching over us
Himachal Pradesh is called the land of gods and rishis. It is so intensely palpable and evident in every mountain stone, rolling streams, master flow in remote caves, endless magnetism of snow laden mountain ranges, beautiful pahadi people, innocence on the faces of its children and the village folk with purity of nature in boundless spectacular bounty. There is so much to absorb. There is an endless learning opportunity that is constantly on offer. Nature follows its laws. However there is room for compassion for the devoted beings that have the ability to surrender unconditionally. Our journey ‘Wings to Freedom’ to the Himalayas never fails to amaze us with its extent of possibilities. There is always a magical twist that comes along to reveal a magical encounter. We have been enriched in many ways to discover the indomitable spirited warrior that can take on the Himalayan challenges that surface when we least expect it. The extent of surrender is heightened at the summit of such peaks and the peak of godliness is in extracted and absorbed awareness within.
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Dr.Pradeep Ullal is a celebrated himalayan yogi and founder of kevala foundation, a celebration center of awakening and liberation.

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The right attitude for the Himalayan altitude

admin — Thu, 06 Jul 2017 11:55:06 +0000

Himalayas is one of purest magical and magnetic mountain ranges on planet earth. Regarded as the spiritual engine of the world, it has attracted yogis, mystics, sages, rishis to explore the heights of its sacred offerings. These phenomenal rocks, streams, caves have witnessed millions of years of spiritual evolution. Interestingly, Himalayas is the most spectacular rock formation which was under the sea. The phenomenal range stands together as the longest piece of crumpled earth stretching over 2500 kilometers. If one would watch carefully, the peaks of these stunning mountain ranges are in a formation like folded hands, as if it bowed into a perpetual salutation (Namaskar Mudra) in reverence to the mystical Lords of the elemental forces and beyond. A deep urge to surrender to nature happens naturally in such a profound setting.

On top of Tsakha Peak, with views of Kinnaur Kailash

Majestic in its splendour, it has been home to the most exquisite flora, fauna and ancient civilizations. As an endeavour to heighten the spiritual journey of Kevala soul family members, we embarked on our third edition of expedition (Wings to Freedom-3) to Himalayan destinations that took us to the remotest villages, caves, peaks, rivers and unchartered terrains of Himachal Pradesh, the land of Gods and Rishis.
Driven by indomitable spirit and powered by practice of Himalayan kriya yoga, our team were gearing up to brace up to the Himalayan challenge. The team composition of 17 aspirants were passionate and interesting to say the least. Our age group ranged from 21 to 66 years old with varying levels of wanderlust and adrenaline rush. The challenge posed by high altitude, shifting terrain, sub-zero temperatures kept us supremely alive and alert to rise above the ordinary states of fatigue and anxiety. It was vital to keep the spirit in a state of celebration and support each other as a close-knit family while many of us were going through intense physical and emotional challenges.

The 15 day odyssey ushered us through the remote and spectacular valleys and snow laden mountain peaks of Kullu, Banjar, Kinnaur, Spiti and Lahaul. Gearing up to the Himalayan expedition was a challenge. Most of them arrived for the trip from Dubai where temperatures were hovering around 50 degrees centigrade. The switch from sea level to high altitude is a shocker that one has to accept. Busy work schedules and heavy road traffic scenarios meant very little time for mountain fitness training.

When I greeted them all at the Mohali Airport in Chandigarh, I could feel all of their deep intent, cheerful and positive attitude to face the challenge. I assured them that we would commit to dedicated kriya practice in Himalayas to fine tune the breath, lung power, endurance and strengthening techniques to ease the trekking journey.

Interestingly our kriya intensive sessions took shape at sunrise when the outdoor temperature was hovering at 5 degrees centigrade. Thankfully we managed to inspire everyone to push themselves well enough to generate enough firepower within through intensive breathing techniques like ‘agnisara’, ‘akhanda sudharshan kriya’ ‘kundalini kriya’ and ‘surya nadi bhedhana’.

Any technique is as good as any philosophy if it can’t be applied at the point of need. Hence the core focus of our Himalayan kriya yoga session was to apply it during our uphill trek, which seemed the prime challenge.

We may assume that our preparation is good enough to face the Himalayan challenge. However it takes tremendous sustained grit, determination and high spirited state to rise above the unpredictable scenarios that crop up. More importantly, it would only be wise to surrender to receive the blessings of nature Gods if we have any inclination of accessing the inroads to those remote mountain peaks. The Himalayan spirit is kind of playful in its offering. One would never know what would be the right ‘gear’ for a trek. The mighty winds could blow you away in one instance or the sun could pierce through urging you to discard all your thick jackets. Dressing in layers would mean, you would carry your jackets at some point. Discipline comes more naturally in these high altitude treks. Drinking more water would mean, you would have to develop bladder retention capacity or keep searching for secluded open-air toilets.

Thankfully, we had enough trust and drive to submit to the power of true surrender to the Mother Nature. The guiding spirits allowed us to bask in its expansive bounty and derive the best of views, and pleasantness in weather when we needed warmth of the sun, or a caressing breeze. The grace flowing through was evident. We felt welcomed by nature spirits everywhere we set our foot upon. The elements of wind, sun and rain seemed to be in right proportions for keeping us excited and progressive in our journey. The sun peeked out of thick clouds when we offered our deepest prayers and warmed us with brilliant solar flares, flashing through murky skies. Our soul family gathered excitedly to explore the science of surya vigyan, kriya yoga, nada yoga, and rishi vigyan. Everyone got to realize the true power of himalayan kriya yoga as we it enabled us to derive the energy booster effect whenever we needed it the most.

The mystical, magical, magnetic and majestic Himalayas pulled each of us out of our comfort zones. There is an unmistakable charm about Himalayas which brings out the best in every true explorer. The intense urge to surpass the resistances and rigid patterns became apparent as we witnessed extra-ordinary efforts from our friends to take on the challenges encountered during the uphill trek.

We discovered that trek guides could do very little to individually help a group of 17 trekking at varying pace. This situation forced us to rely on our instincts and determined effort to endure through the trek, while we traced the path to the destination and guided others along the way. Many unpleasant situations could have creeped up, but we made truce with the fact that any difficult situation can be diffused just by remembering three important aspects of life (a) We will not go through anything that we truly can’t handle (b) We will get what we have asked for (c) We are exactly where we are meant to be at any given moment.

Interestingly this applies across to most situations in our life. We will not derive an experience unless we explore. An experience can either elevate our awareness or cramp us into fearful situation. The pre-conceived fear is that we will have to go through pain and suffering before we derive a blissful knowing. A daring encounter with the true self can make a powerful impact on our journey.

View of Kinnaur Kailash from Kalpa (balcony of Grand shambala Resort)

We had tremendous revelations all along the way. The mysticism of Himalayas is palpable in its rarified mountain air. The guardians of elemental forces and masters magically communicate through spectacular snow dressing on mountains and cloud formations. The special cosmic rays are available to awaken those that are ready to receive it. We had the honour to witness profound elemental communication at Kinnaur, Kalpa, Gete Village, Spiti, Kha-Nimo and Chandratal Lake. The science of Megha Sandesha (cloud communication) is a thrill to experiment in these panoramic setting that spreads miles across mountains.

‘Wings to freedom’ is a phenomenal exploration series offered by Kevala Foundation. It attracts the most amazing free-spirited beings to celebrate the Himalayan journey in its profound manner. We celebrated and made friends with so many travellers we encountered along the way. Everyone kept wondering how we remain so genuinely happy and smiling. We looked at each other knowingly. We kept reminding ourselves all along that ‘All is well’ when we decide to be happy anyway despite the odds. In himalayan yogic parlance, we greeted each other “Alak Niranjan” and eased up our path with laughter. The wild, free-spirited child in us soaked in the himalayan glory in the way it was meant to be.

Himalayas will always remain an enigma. One look at these magnificent snow laden mountains is inspiring enough to drive away all the journey fatigue. It is so evident that these mountains have witnessed avalanches, blizzards, gusty winds, twisters and yet have remained undisturbed for millions of years. This is called ‘Atal Avastha’. There is no better place than Himalayas to realize the self in the fastest possible way. The sacred space is alive with the spirit of enlightened beings. However it demands supreme readiness and completeness in surrender, which is the right attitude for receiving the peak experience.
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Maha Yogi Dr. Pradeep Ullal is a celebrated himalayan yogi who guides Wings to Freedom journeys to himalayas, while taking a break from the celebration center- Kevala Foundation at chikmagalur in South India

Our Wingers for third edition of Wings to Freedom:
Sandi Saksena, Sylvia Christensen, Vijaya Nair. Amrita ji, Dr. Pradeep Ullal, Monika Agarwal, Arvind Nair. Devika Valsaraj, Lavanya Varma. Ramya Acharya, Bhavinder Singh Gujral (Mattu), Kaveri Krishnamurthy, Bhavani Prasad, Peewee Sanchez, Diego Sanchez, Kristin……

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Wings to Freedom -3:::::: In Gratitude to Amrita ji for making it all happen

Amritaji , our expedition designer, time keeper, who managed to keep us on our toes

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Destiny Vs Power of Protection: A true incident

admin — Thu, 08 Jun 2017 13:41:37 +0000

The mystique of fate is baffling. It unfolds itself as a shocking revelation, an eye opener to myriad possibilities. As a human projection, we are a mere speck of cosmic dust in the infinite vastness of an ever expanding universe. It is easy to feel the insignificance of our journey, in context of cosmic time and space. We can often wonder how it works. Does the creation continue to individually focus on its projected experiment, the human journey.

As a teenager, i had contemplated over an observation made by Osho Rajneesh – Don’t seek God. It is relevant only in godliness’. It intrigued me for days as i sat up to wonder if creative intelligence ever cared about our prayers and offerings as ‘fate’ is assumed to be pre-scripted soul arrangement.

The explosion of self-realization brought me to deeper knowing that we had to extract the awareness of every experience, until the experiences exhausted itself of learning of pain and suffering. Awareness is a choice as much as ignorance. Hence our life is punctuated with choices we make that can influence our genetics, environment and culturing. Progressive events can take shape from our dynamic actions towards clarity, liberation and remembrance of our truest state of being. We often call this miracle. This is life in flow of higher frequency.

The revelation through real-life events:
My brother Deepak and his family had come over to Kevala Foundation in May this year. After a joyful 3 day of togetherness they were homeward bound. They had hardly moved about 200 meters in their car, when a bee that entered into the car distracted my brother from the steering wheel. The wheel swerved to the left viciously and the car slid into a storm water trench. The car stood slanting precariously on the edge of the road. Thankfully, no was hurt, as they all alighted safely. I received a call from my sister-in-law about the situation. Within minutes, i reached to the spot with staff of kevala. Five of us couldn’t move the car back on road. I could feel everything around me in a warped sense of time, as if time had slowed down and the incident didn’t appear as any challenge. The car looked undamaged, only that it needed a powerful push to get on track. As we waited for help, we saw a bunch of coffee estate workers walking past. Our staff called out to them in a sense of urgency. One of them seemed to be in clarity of how to sort the situation. He went into the car and managed the steering, while all of us gave one big heave, it was technical push, any error could have damaged the sides of the car. The lift and push did the trick. The car engine roared into life and all the four tyres rolled out on the road again. There was a deep sense of relief for all present there. These simpleton village blokes Most importantly, the car was fine and good enough to drive for the long journey to city of Bangalore, and also for the fact that help had arrived so quickly.

Event 2: Intuitively guided real-life situation:
I was driving back to kevala, straight after seeing off my brother safely. A strange thought occurred to me. The inner voice was warning me of a similar event that will occur to me. I cautioned myself as i watched for any sort of danger along the way. There was no vehicle traffic on the road back to kevala site, and i had almost reached a 100 meter from the gate. I saw an four wheeler “jeep” towing a huge trolley, approaching from opposite direction. The narrow road would not have allowed two vehicles to pass at the same time. So i reversed my car to a broader side of the road. As I was backing up, my left rear tyre slid into a storm water trench. When I tried to maneuver out of the trench, the front wheels sunk in further.

The car was soon stuck much deeper than we had thought so. I wondered, how destiny had its tricky ways. As I jumped out the car, I saw two men on a motorbike, approaching our car. They smiled knowingly and scanned the car situation, which seemed familiar to them. They were coffee estate owners from nearby village. One of them seemed pretty confident of getting the car out without much fuss. He opened the car jack from the boot, and within a few minutes, the car that had bottomed into the trench, lifted up considerably. With a few stone padding and support, the wheels were in a good position for safe drive up the trench. As I ignited the engine and drove out the car, our new friend remarked “you are really lucky that the car’s oil tank nor chassis was damaged. it was just a matter of an inch further down”

I thanked him profusely in deep gratitude. Here was a complete stranger who had gone out of his way and helped us with deep enthusiasm, skill and intent. He had offered his services without even we asking for it and it was rendered minus any expectations. Such is the way of divine intervention. The timely help in an unexpected and prompt way reinstates that humanness is still alive in this dark age, where bad news is more rampant than an act of genuine compassion.

These twin incidents which seemed so similar in nature. It unraveled in a span of an hour, and ushered me into a state of deep contemplation. It became apparent that we were given an demonstration of protection. Divine works through its pipelines, which are humans. It also became more evident, that we are not in control of events. It happens and we can only witness the effect of it.

Despite having a clear premonition, I could not avoid the incident. Absorbed in awareness and caution allowed me to experience the wheels of destiny in its play. It demonstrated the power of destiny and also the power of a protective armor that revealed itself at the time of need.

We often prepare our protective armour in the sadhana of Himalayan Kriya Yoga. It is called ‘Vajra Kavacha’ (Diamond Armour). However whatever we do to protect ourselves in methods or technique, we are still weak in our state to face the wrath of elemental forces. If there is an unseen universal conspiracy to keep us alive and protected, one can experience a miraculous escape from any fatal accidents.

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Love, a magnanimous celebration

admin — Sun, 21 May 2017 17:53:24 +0000

We are in a familiar world that ‘reassures’ and ‘reiterates’ that love is what makes it go around. The love spin has managed to keep us ‘entangled’ and ‘consistently, predictable’ visitors to this familiar blue planet. The wise ones quote “If love is the answer, what is your question”. If we knew it all, how could we have been so mute as to not to experience the answer which is treasured within our hearts. Have we been paralyzed by the arrogance of analysis? Have we failed to surrender to the lasting fragrance of real love?

Ignorance rules our world and operates as a glorified arrangement and multi layered mask which we surprisingly revere as ‘Ignorance is bliss’. In this predictable pattern of life, we end up merely scratching the surface with so called fulfillments such as “needs”, “wants” or “desires”. The love for glorifying our ‘role play’ is far more attractive than the magnetism and simplicity of ‘realized self’.

As upwardly mobile socialites, we are enamored by the love for gadgets, toys, and things of pride. Our love for self-glory is often far more overpowering than the feeling of compassion, respect, and honour, which enable our basic ability to feel love for another being. We often use our fractured logic and intellect to sort, understand and measure an experience of love. Most of us have an immense ability to ‘think’ and are often impoverished by our inability to ‘feel’ the depth of love.

We often believe in the stories of limited ‘destiny’. Such is the power of our doubts, that we manifest shadow games in our lives. Doubt is the ‘darkest hour’ in the most ‘brilliant moment’ of our lives. True love blossoms in the absence of fear. It is the radiance of eternal light and it has penetrated, percolated and permeated everywhere into atomic awareness and domains beyond our comprehension.

We have immense ability to rise above karmic limitations if we can calibrate to become consciously aware of being constantly alert, alive and awakened to the pure knowing within. We can develop intense courage to say ‘NO’ to sick societies we have subscribed to. We can cleanse and purge the venom of guilt, fear, shame, taboo and social stigma that have often tamed us into being a victim of our own devices.
Had we not projected this body, we couldn’t have experienced love through the magic of creative flow, beaming through us. As I strolled through the lush gardens in Kevala foundation, the flowers were in full bloom. I felt they were prompting me to “bloom without expectations, with complete abandon”. These fragrant beauties are daringly liberated from the unease of the ‘glare’ of expectations. They were oblivious to attention as though they didn’t care if anyone was watching, admiring or ignoring them. They were just most preciously available for anyone that cared to cast an admiring glance or just walk past without noticing. But they too have been graced with love and gifted with their share of genuine lovers in the form of bees. The bees can sense their intensity of bloom as far as eight miles away and are able to traverse this divine flight path in order to descend on their specially designated gifts from nature. The romance of the bees and flowers have endured for millions of years even before humans landed on this planet.
However unrealistic it may seem, love can blossom uninterrupted when expectations don’t come in the way of its expression. Dropping expectations is the ‘ultimate game changer’ and signifies a supreme victory in our celebration of love while throwing open many gateways to heightened awareness of the magnanimous ‘pure cosmic play’ passing through our sacred space.
Love is the essence of our trust, faith, belief, divinity, freedom, creativity and nature in its elemental flow. It exists in the essence of prana that we breathe from the radiant sun. It manifests in the current of the river that is in love with the ocean. Nature is constantly inspiring us. The Art form that we have developed or inspired is part of bio-mimicry and yet we fail to truly celebrate the essence of pure love expression.
If one would wish to experience heights of purest love, effort is required to make an intense connection with free-spirited, fine-tuned, aligned, balanced beings that have celebrated the union of shiva-shakti within. It indeed feels special to be able to experience boundless, free-spirited expression, to dive deep into the fragrance of freedom to just be ‘content within’ without being wary of comparisons, measures, challenges or judgements. Such pure beings are hard to find in a world that is cluttered with pre-conceived limitations.

Interestingly, it is possible that each one of us will attain such an opportunity in a lifetime, to encounter such a ‘mystical love experience’. When such moment of magic occurs, grab the opportunity as if your life would depend on those precious moments. A chance encounter with a ‘realized’ being can be more ‘powerful’ than a ‘lifetime’ of predictable patterns and aimless discussions. A true realized being is in the most intense celebration of love. In such beings there is no room for guilt, fear, shame, rituals, ideals, conventions, rules, logic, limitations, grammar, beliefs and morals that become our stumbling blocks in our path and ability to access divine union. The most precious part of such encounters is the possibility of true surrender without questioning. The fragrance of love is elixir beyond compare. It ignites a state of completion within while keeping us absorbed in nothingness.

If truest love exists, it expresses itself as an oceanic bliss, that is boundless, ego-less, unconditional and free from patterns that serve as resistance. If and when such love happens, it is explosive in nature. The universe exploded in magnanimous celebration to mark the liberation event, The enlightenment of Buddha. Every flower bloomed in delight. All the elements of nature were ignited in response to show their respect for such a rare event that happened to a being on the planet. Lightning, thunder, rains, winds, rivers, oceans, birds, insects, celestial beings, entities and stars all celebrated the event. The whole manifested universe exploded in ecstatic bliss. This extremely rare event of ‘Maha Pari Nirvana’, the supreme liberation that graced Gautama is regarded as the most spectacular, profound, mystical, magnetic and magical occurrence ever remembered on this planet earth. The very fact that such a powerful universal love is possible, enables us to access the deepest remembrance within. It gives us a ray of hope and trust to hold on to.

The statement of Buddha “Desire is the greatest cause of all misery” is by far the most ‘profound’, ‘relevant’ and hard-hitting truth. It is deeply etched into my engraved memory channels. I am programmed in sub-conscious awareness to receive an “internal warning” that is loud and clear whenever ‘desire’ dares to distract me from the ‘silence’ and ‘beauty’ of ‘true inner bliss’.

Love is a deep remembrance of our eternal connection. Love is possible in both ‘separation’ and ‘connection’. Love often grows in sense of separation and expresses itself in intense moments of connection. However the distinct pattern that we carry with us everywhere, often limits us to believe that love exists in a state of ‘need’ and often exhausts itself when needs are met.

Rarely when I do encounter beautiful, pure, elevated beings on this plane, there is a glorious moment of ‘flutter’ and ‘excitement’ within the heart. A deep feeling of intense compassion, connection and purity of love expresses itself. Interestingly, there is another internal switch that comes alive, which reminds me to only celebrate the ‘connection’ and not entangle into a ‘relationship’ with that being.

Purest love does exist in state of innocence. It radiates and persists in the innocence of a child’s smile, a smile that has no expectations or reasons for its expression, the one that mirrors a heart that is pure, placid, untouched by corrupted need to please or gain anything in exchange.

It takes tremendous shattering, ego bashing and maturity to drop the desire to possess a lover and witness the free-spirited nature to dance its way to its clarified event of divine union. Such is the state of ‘purest witness’ being alive that it allows the individual to clarify and direct all ‘intent’ and ‘actions’ to experience the magnetism of the pure connection. It also enables us to access its unique and powerful expression. The revelation of union also exposes our tremendous eternal connection that is undeniably present in the uni-chord connection to the universal grid.

Love offers immense experience of our absorbed awareness. When we are absorbed in deep state of silence, we can sense the ‘presence’ of love everywhere as romance of nature in its flow. However we are often limited by ‘absence’ of true love. This often deludes us into being indomitable “rainbow chasers”. We are often carried away by the glit and glam quotient that projects love as a showcase and accentuates our power of persuasion.

We seek true love while it keeps eluding us. We change lovers and places and experiment with ways to extract the true intensity, beauty and freshness of love. However, we are plagued by a persistent resistance within. It has seeped into our veins, memory cells, blood stream and DNA and made us weak and incomplete in our expression of love and ability to ‘give’ and ‘receive’. We often forget that we are the very embodimentof love. We were once magnetic and beautiful as babies that were showered with unconditional love. We also have been corrupted in the growing years by greed to glorify the ego which has come in the way of our innocence. Our so called intellect has to exhaust itself. The true magic of surrender has to happen. Ego has no choice but to be shattered and must explode into pure streams of love.

We humans have somehow managed to remain entangled and trapped into a messy situation. We are given ‘unconditional love’ at birth and ‘unconditional respect’ at death. Now in between birth and death, we have forgotten to honour the essence of our journey. We as souls are merely projecting a human imagery from a single atom. The soul is the projector of this imagery and its audacious drama enactment is part of the cosmic joke. We have serious lack of remembrance of our true nature, which makes us viciously spin in a maze of uncertainty.

Surprisingly, we have fallen millions of times in a predictable and repeated pattern called ‘life on earth’ by being reborn again and again. However we display immense ‘ignorance’ and defend our long drawn game of role play as a ‘one-time-event’ that is supposedly so unique and glorified.

We are pretentiously suffering from an endemic called ‘exaggerated ego’, which stands in the way of our ability to experience the purest state of love. Blessed are those beings who can experience the love as a immense ‘rising’ and not a familiar routine of ‘falling’. Falling in love is a momentary collapse of ego. In this beautiful state, our lovers and everything within and around us appear ‘magical’, ‘perfect’ and ‘blissful’. However such glorious moments are overshadowed by our expectations, desires, and priorities of our worldly sustenance. We are never completely ‘present’ in the moment to celebrate ‘love’ as is. We take pride in colouring with expressions of role play and give it an officially approved status called ‘relationship’.
We often press the repeat mode called ‘falling in love’ with many beings. Despite our ‘deep intent’ to heighten our love experience, we are trapped into a state of despair. Our actions are not in synchronicity with our intent. The internal discord ruins our genuine intent to celebrate love. This reflects in our love connections. The euphoria and excitement that seemed a huge tidal wave, tapers off. The magic wanes. We change partners, hoping that we can change the pattern. However we have forgotten to destroy the ‘resistances’, deep seated ‘habits’ and ‘patterns’ that makes us incomplete in our expression and ability to feel and receive love.

The flame of lovers are tested by intensity of ‘control game’. Consumed and challenged by the ego battles, love soon fails to impress anymore. It is reduced to ‘lust’ and relegated to a ‘sexual release’. We have mastered our abilities to commit to ‘white lies’ and ‘false promises’ that smother our innate ability to be ‘brutally honest’ in our depth and expression of love.
Words uttered in the ‘storm’ are often forgotten in the ‘norm’. It takes tremendous courage to love despite all the odds.By being outwardly pulled and consumed by lower self traits of desire, greed, guilt, shame, fear, anger, we have dropped our human frequency to a pitiable condition. To rise in love is a victory in itself. To rediscover and sustain the magic of rising love is worthy enough of our presence on this plane.
The complexity of human behavior and traits are driven by poverty of thinking. Our education, environment and resistances have not truly enabled us to become free-spirited, powerful lovers on this plane. The space we think we occupy is often a ‘rigid’, ‘plastic’ and ‘walled territory’. We have serious issues of ‘space’ and ‘constraints’ that make us weak in our expansive ability to feel love everywhere and let it flow like a river. We are often governed by attitude that has never risen enough to overcome our temperamental traits, mood swings and inconsistencies.

A moment in anger and haste destroys a long standing love relationship. We are lawyers that staunchly defend our ideals, beliefs, and actions, and we pose as free-wheeling, autocratic judges of all others.
Once a seeker asked the great master Ramana Maharshi. I want to help others. How can i do that? Ramana in his inimitable way answered “There are no others”. This profound statement shattered me when I realized how deeply we have been separated by illusion. We are ‘one’ that appears as ‘others’. We are distanced by an individuated reality that makes us appear so ‘disconnected’.

A few beings develop the deep seated urge to complete the journey and join the dots to the larger knowing. Such beings do encounter the true magic of ‘universal love’. It is granted to them in deep inner silence, when thoughts no longer threaten to move the being from an absorbed knowing.

The true effect of cosmic rays passing through our sanctified instrument awakens us to the powerful love that is so intensely beautiful that it can only be expressed as an uproarious, uncontrollable laughter of the cosmic joke. The intense love is madness of the universe. We become hopeless while trying to express such love. We can dance, hop, run, fall, roll over and laugh while the madness prevails and which can’t be isolated. The source and receiver have merged into One in the celebration. It has permeated everywhere and becomes an intricate part of the design not separate from its source.
Love makes us complete in stages of revelation. It also highlights our state of being that is progressively rising into light.We are often consumed in a hunt for the physical expression of love that heightens that momentary pleasure called “orgasm”. The 20 second orgasmic window gives us an intense experience and then collapses into the limited state of the ordinary.

The science of sublimation and uprising prana and vital body fluids can enable us to heighten the orgasm in the neuron channels. Eventually we can celebrate the orgasm of the world as intense contraction and expansion in the space domains of brain. This can last for extended periods leading to intensified union within. Such orgasms are drawn from the immense creative expression power of ‘Kundalini Shakti’. We tap into the true nature of Shakti which unravels the higher possibility of the original design. Such intense paths are only for beings that are fearless and those that are ready to shatter the limitations.

Love is the essence of godliness and that which has to be extracted. It is not readily available in our casual, slippery promises that fail to penetrate the core of being. When an unconditional state of love can truly heighten itself to unleash its fullest extent of expression without ‘desires’, ‘expectations’, and ‘relationships’ it has the potential to attain its purest creative force of convergence and enter into a magnetic, glorious and eternal shiva-shakti union with the jyotirlinga (eternal pillar of light).

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Dr. Pradeep Ullal is a celebrated himalayan yogi and founder of Kevala Foundation, a celebration destination in India.

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Strangers, Healing and a beautiful connection in the skies

admin — Tue, 10 Jan 2017 10:12:34 +0000

As I made way through the aisle of my first ever ‘SpiceJet’ flight, several eyes met mine. I looked searchingly for one smiling face, a rather high expectation these days from strangers in a public space. The flying time was a meager 45 minutes from Mangalore to my home city- Bangalore. I lit up when I saw the gleaming eyes of a little girl. Her innocent smile lit up my heart with the purest love.

I soon settled down on my assigned aisle seat, next to a young, bespectacled lady seated by the window. I turned to greet her, but she didn’t bother to spare even a side-ward glance to acknowledge my presence. Her cold attitude hardly surprised me. My expectations have rock-bottomed after witnessing many such exasperating responses from indifferent passengers on public transport. I stretched and twisted, absorbed in my yogic kriya purification practices, and watching massive clouds move at 27,000 feet, I began to enjoy the opportunity to be away from the buzz of mobile devices. I used this precious time to fine-tune my nadis with Himalayan yogic breath.

Immersed in blissful flow of prana and restive awareness, I woke up to the voice of the captain crackling through the speaker above my head. The flight was being prepared for descent. Meanwhile, I heard an air hostess offering a glass of water. I nodded a ‘yes’. I also felt the urge to use the washroom. As I was returning to my seat, I saw an obese, middle-aged man struggling to sit down. He was grimacing in pain. As I bent down to assist him, the two air hostesses warned me that this man was facing serious muscle cramps.

I dug my right fist deep into his solar plexus. Thankfully the man responded by instantly sliding into his seat, much to the delight of the air hostesses. They quizzed me if I was a doctor. I smiled and they assumed it as an affirmation. Little did they know that I had used an ancient ‘marma’ therapy technique to guide prana into his limbs.

As I strapped the belt of my seat, I noticed both the air hostesses rushing and greeting me with thousand watt smiles. They were thanking me profusely for my timely response and seemed curious to know what I had done to help that man in pain. The conversation later spilled over to their own personal journeys. It became obvious that they needed help to sort their emotional stress.

With time running out, there was no scope for long discussions. I gave one of them a quick demonstration of how one can use a himalayan technique on the nerve endings in their hands to de-stress. I could feel her genuine smile and gratitude pouring out. Interestingly, the girl next to me, who had ignored me all along, had turned around to face me. She did manage to express an intense and curious look.

The other air hostess had then walked back to me. ”You are so compassionate, may I offer you some food or beverage”, she asked. I politely refused. But she was persistent and handed me a box of peanuts. The most rewarding of these moments was to receive their genuine gratitude, which seems a far-fetched expectation in our distorted social milieu.

As I walked out of the flight, I felt happy to have made two new friends, who promised to stay connected and learn the Himalayan kriya yoga.

I encounter so many people in my extensive travels. It feels so beautiful to connect and make new friends. However in my observation, I see a disturbing trend of people lost in their consummate world of mobile devices. Very few people even make an effort to know their surroundings or connect with people seated beside them. It is unusual to find someone return a smile.

Many of us remain oblivious to the fact that we are supremely connected by the unseen ‘uni-chord’, whether we accept it or not. I strongly believe that strangers are friends from the past. However we will connect with those beings that are part of the soul arrangement and karmic drama of life. But the niggling question remains as to why we find it so hard to smile when we encounter strangers in a considerably safe setting. Most of us claim to be super-networked and aware with daily dose of wisdom forwards that we endorse and circulate through our ‘WhatsApp’ and ‘Facebook’ channels. It is starkly evident that there is a big yawning gap between our ‘claims’ and ‘actions’. We seemed to have lost our ability to be child-like and our rigid disposition has come to be globally acceptable. We live in a society that warns us not to speak with strangers, but gleefully arranges marriage to strangers.

We live in a world where fear and mistrust have ruined our natural ability to connect with fellow humans. With due respect to our ability to sense danger, we can use our discretion to exchange smiles with strangers. A deep yogic realization is that as we align, reinforce and balance our body, breath and its expansive network, we radiate a strong electro-magnetic field. This reflects as a protective energy shield known in yogic parlance as “vajra kavacha”. I have personally experienced the benefits of reinforced energy armour. This comes into play to protect against viral attacks and also negative vibes from strangers.

As an ardent student of sociology, I often immerse in ‘people watching’ which offers tremendous window into social patterns we blatantly copy. I only wish we could live blissfully in a world where we honour each other’s presence while we genuinely feel and express being human.

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Dr. Pradeep Ullal is a Himalayan yogi and founder of ‘Kevala Foundation’, a celebration destination in a sacred nature paradise in chikmagalur, India

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