Returning to Silence

 

When you really want to know who you are or what the real significance of human life, human suffering is, very naturally you come back to silence, even though you don't want to, you return to an area of no-sound. It cannot be explained, but in this silence you can realize, even if only dimly, what the real point is that you want to know. Whatever kind of question you ask or whatever you think, finally you have to return to silence. This silence is vast; you don't know what it is.

 

 

Katagiri roshi


Zen-fyrirlestur laugardaginn 30. maķ kl. 10

 

 Óskar Daian Ingólfsson mun vera meš zen-fyrirlestur laugardaginn 30. maķ kl. 10 ķ hśsi Zen-félagsins aš Grensįsvegi 8.

 

 

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Your mind is an instrument ...

 

Your mind is an instrument, a tool. It is there to be used for a specific task, and when the task is completed, you lay it down. As it is, I would say about 80 to 90 percent of most people's thinking is not only repetitive and useless, but because of its dysfunctional and often negative nature, much of it is also harmful. Observe your mind and you will find this to be true. It causes a serious leakage of vital energy.

Eckhart Tolle

 


Paramahansa Hariharananda hefši oršiš 102 įra ķ dag (27. maķ)

 

Loving and Divine Soul

On this special day, Gurudev's 102nd birthday, I send my love, best wishes, and oneness to all of you. I pray to God and beloved Gurudev to bless each of us and the entire creation with peace, bliss, and joy.

 

It is said that God is the father and the guru is the mother. Through their love, kindness, compassion, and forgiveness, they create a new life for every seeker. We are all human beings, but Gurudev said we are not just human beings, but God in human beings. We have God-like potential — love, compassion, kindness, forgiveness — but these qualities must manifest in our thoughts, words, and actions.

 

God made us in His image. God gave us five powerful sense organs, not for our downfall or destruction, but for our evolution and realization. To achieve evolution, we must discipline our sense organs, otherwise there will be trouble and difficulty in every footstep. Gurudev often quoted a beautiful verse from the teachings of Shri Adi Shankara:

  kuranga matanga patanga bhringa
  mina hatah pancabhireva pancha
  ekah pramadi sa katham na hanyate
  ya sevate panchabhih eva pancha
        – Viveka Chudamani of Adi Shankara

“The deer, the elephant, the moth, the bee, and the fish: These five meet their end when they are attached to a sense object. Attachment to just one sense object causes a lot of trouble. What about a person who has five powerful sense organs?”

 

Gurudev taught us to use our eyes to seek the beauty of God in every name and form, to use our ears to remember God's presence in every sound, to be grateful for God's loving presence when our tongue tastes delicious food. Similarly, let our hands be always ready to love and serve, because God is everywhere. If we live in God consciousness during every breath, our lives will be beautiful. Yesterday Gurudev was physically present, teaching beautiful things in a loving way. With the passage of time he changed from form to formless. His teachings are here. Our evolution depends upon how much we practice. Let us love God and try to transform ourselves. Let each sense organ be a door to the divine temple of God's universe, as well as a door to perceiving divinity in the body temple. Let our eyes be the door to see the presence of God without and within.

 

On this special day, I request that each one of you meditates nicely and truly changes your life. Time is passing; let us make the best use of time.

Again, I am praying for you all.

 

With Love
Prajnanananda


Samadhi - Ljóš eftir Paramahansa Yogananda

 

SAMADHI*

Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health) disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.
I live without the cosmic shadow,
But it is not, bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya sleep,
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation's molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever new peace!
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
Not a mental chloroform
Or unconscious state without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond the limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in me.
The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without my sight.
All space like an iceberg floats within my mental sea.
Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
Comes this celestial samadhi
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon the vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-pervading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation's waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.

* Samadhi means oneness of human consciousness with cosmic consciousness. The human consciousness is subjected to relativity and dual experience. In meditation, there are: The meditator, the act of meditation, and God (as the object of meditation) . Samadhi is the final result of deep, continuous, right meditation, in which the above mentioned three factors of meditation become one. Just as the wave melt' in the Sea, so the human soul becomes the Spirit. Through Oneness in samadhi, the dualities of human experience disappear. Everything is perceived to change into Spirit. In this state, the man in samadhi can perceive the spiritual ocean, with its waves of creation; or see the same spiritual ocean, transcendentally calm, existing without the waves of creation.

In the first state of samadhi, the yogi (one who unites his soul with Spirit by right meditation) is so absorbed in Spirit that he is oblivious of the material and created universe. A somewhat similar experience on a lower plane is experienced when one is so absorbed in books or thoughts that he is unaware of what is happening around him. This state is not unconscious, for unconsciousness implies lack of awareness, both inwardly and outwardly. Such unconsciousness is easily brought about by the use of drugs, anesthetics and other outward means. The full spiritual consciousness of samadhi, however, can be attained only through the regular, continuous, right discipline of meditation, and has nothing in common with unconsciousness.

The first state of samadhi, in which the yogi finds everything withdrawn and absorbed into Spirit, is called sabikalpa samadhi. The higher and greater state of samadhi is nirbikalpa, in which the yogi, after realizing the Spirit alone—without creation—perceives it also, simultaneously, both as above creation, and as manifested in all creation. Here his consciousness becomes the cosmic consciousness. The domain of his consciousness now extends from his body to include the whole universe. He becomes the Ocean of Spirit, and watches the bubble of his body floating in it. His consciousness perceives all motion and change of life, from the circling of the stars to the fall of a sparrow and the whirling of the smallest electron.

The yogi who has entered into these two states of samadhi finds that solids melt into liquids, liquids into gaseous states, these into energy, and energy into cosmic consciousness. He lifts the four veils of solids, liquids, gases and energy, and finds the Spirit, face to face. He sees the objective universe and subjective universe meet in Spirit. His expanded material self mixes with the greater spiritual Self and knows their unity. The spiritual Self, being the first cause, and capable of existing without material manifestation, is therefore greater than the material self.

Thus, the negative conception of God is removed. The yogi, instead of finding cessation of life and joy, becomes the fountain-head of eternal bliss and life. The tiny bubble of laughter becomes the sea of mirth itself. By knowing God, one does not lose anything, but gains everything.
 

Tekiš śr bókinni Whispers from Eternity sem žiš getiš lesiš hér: http://www.ananda.org/inspiration/books/whispers/contents/index.html


Ķ hljóšum huga ertu aš byrja aš verša var viš sjįlfan žig einsog žś ert

Ķ hljóšum huga ertu aš byrja aš verša var viš sjįlfan žig einsog žś ert. Žetta sem jafnašarlega fer fram huganum, hughręringarnar, mį skilgreina sem hulu sem dylur žig fyrir sjįlfum žér.

Žarmeš hefst leiš sjįlfsžekkingarinnar sem felst ķ aš upplifa sjįlfan sig uppį nżtt andartak framaf andartaki.

Samt séršu ekki eitthvaš nżtt. Žś ert eitthvaš nżtt. Žś er fyrir alvöru farinn aš vita meš žvķ aš vera.

Meš oršum veršur žvķ eigi lżst sem žś ert. En žaš sem rķkir ķ hljóšum huga hlżtur aš kallast kyrrš. Einhver óskilgreinanlegur óendanleiki, kyrr og óbifanlegur, gęddur ešli lķfs og vitundar, kemur ķ ljós žegar innihald hugans, hughręringarnar, žokast um set.

Sś kyrrš er vitundin sjįlf, ódulin, ótrufluš, žś sjįlfur, ekki žaš sem gerist, heldur žaš sem er. VItundin hefur vitund um sjįlfa sig.

Nįnar: Vitund žķn ķ žvķ įstandi sem kallast hljóšur hugur  er bakgrunnur alls sem gerist alla tķš bęši nś og įšur. Munurinn er einungis sį aš įšur hafši žaš sem geršist žig į valdi sķnu. Nś finnuršu žig vera žaš sem er og veršur var viš sjįlfan žig virša fyrir žér žaš sem gerist.

 

Sigvaldi Hjįlmarsson - Stefnumót viš alheiminn. Leišbeiningar um esóterķska iškun.

 

Meira um Sigvalda Hjįlmarsson: http://www.gudspekifelagid.is/sigvaldi_hjalmarsson.htm 

 

 

 


Sį sem eigi finnur musteri ķ hjarta sķnu ...

 

Sį sem eigi finnur musteri ķ hjarta sķnu, finnur hjarta sitt aldrei ķ neinu musteri.

 

Mikhail Naimy


The mystics ask you to take nothing on mere belief

 

The mystics ask you to take nothing on mere belief.  Rather, they give you a set of experiments to test in your own awareness and experience.  The laboratory is your own mind, the experiment is meditation. Meditation, then, is not so much a part of this or that particular religion, but rather part of the universal spiritual culture of all humankind--an effort to bring awareness to bear on all aspects of life.  It is, in other words, part of what has been called the perennial philosophy.  Ken Wilber

 


Kennsla ķ kriya yoga fer fram helgina 26. - 28. jśnķ

 


Peter Van Breukelen Kriya Yoga kennari er vęntanlegur hingaš til lands
og veršur hann meš innvķgslu og nįmskeiš helgina 26. - 28. jśnķ.

 


Fariš veršur ķ ferš ķ Blįfjöll dagana 29. jśnķ - 2.jślķ.

 



Fyrir nįnari upplżsingar : kriyayoga@kriyayoga.is



Hugleišslur eru ķ  Geršubergi (sal F) Kl. 18:00 alla Fimmtudaga.
Hugleišslur ķ Yogastöšinni Heilsubót, Sķšumśla 15. klukkan 18:00

 

 

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Hljóšur hugur

 

Hljóšur hugur – Grein eftir Jónķnu Michaelsdóttur

Ķ yfirstandandi hremmingum og śrręšaleysi hefur veriš sķstreymi ķ fjölmišlum af sérfręšingum, innlendum og erlendum, sem hafa skilgreint įstandiš į Ķslandi og bent į lausnir. 

 

Ķ yfirstandandi hremmingum og śrręšaleysi hefur veriš sķstreymi ķ fjölmišlum af sérfręšingum, innlendum og erlendum, sem hafa skilgreint įstandiš į Ķslandi og bent į lausnir. Menntun, reynsla og oršspor žessara manna vekur viršingu og vonir um aš žeir fęri okkur skżrar lķnur og višrįšanlegan vegvķsi į leišinni fram undan. Sumir eru svo traustvekjandi og vel mįli farnir aš óvenjulegt hlżtur aš teljast. Aš minnsta kosti hér į landi. Vandinn er sį aš žeim ber ekki saman. Viš žaš verša hlutirnir enn flóknari.

 

Ķ byrjun maķ kom hingaš til lands heimsfręgur listamašur meš góš rįš ķ farteskinu. Žau lśta ekki aš efnahagskreppunni eša Evrópusambandinu, heldur manneskjunni. Okkur sjįlfum. Kvikmyndaleikstjórinn David Lynch kom sem sagt til aš kynna okkur mįtt innhverfrar ķhugunar. Meš henni myndi ķslenska žjóšin geta öšlast heilbrigši, sköpunarmįtt, velmegun og friš, og upplifa framfarir sem erfitt vęri fyrir hana aš ķmynda sér ķ dag. Ķ tilkynningu kom fram aš innhverf ķhugun vęri einföld og aušlęrš tękni sem mišaši aš žvķ aš žroska andlegt og lķkamlegt atgervi til fullnustu. Tęknina iškušu menn ķ 20 mķnśtur tvisvar į dag, sitjandi į stól, og meš lokuš augun.

 

Žjóšin tók žessu tilboši fagnandi, trošfyllti sal og ganga Hįskólabķós, og David Lynch kom, sį og sigraši ķ sjónvarpi og öšrum fjölmišlum. Fręgš hans hafši aušvitaš ašdrįttarafl, en mašurinn sjįlfur virtist einkar višfelldinn, sannfęrandi og blįtt įfram. Žetta var góš heimsókn og tilboš Davids Lynch getur breytt lķšan og lķfi žeirra sem taka žvķ. Žaš vita žeir sem hafa nįš tökum į kyrrš ķ anda og efni.

 

Hugręn tękni er aš žvķ leyti eins og trśarbrögš og stjórnmįlaflokkar, aš einstaklingar og žjóšir nįlgast sama fjall frį mismunandi hlišum, en eru allir meš augun į sama tindinum. Žegar ég kynntist Sigvalda Hjįlmarssyni varš ég margs vķsari. Sigvaldi var afar merkur mašur. Viš sįtum hvort į móti öšru ķ Blašaprenti į sķnum tķma viš prófarkalestur į Vķsi og uršum ęvivinir. Hann įtti langan og farsęlan blašamennsku- og ritstjórnarferil, var forseti Ķslandsdeildar Gušspekifélagsins og ķ stjórn Evrópusambands žess. Eftir hann liggja nķu bękur. Titill einnar žeirra, Haf ķ dropa, segir meira en mörg orš.

 Sigvaldi rak hugleišsluskóla į heimili sķnu, žar sem hann kenndi hvernig ętti aš kyrra lķkamann og sķšan hugann. Markmišiš var hljóšur hugur. Skömmu įšur en hann féll frį hlustaši ég į hann flytja fyrirlestur ķ hśsi Gušspekifélagsins, og uppgötvaši allt ķ einu aš ég hafši af einhverjum įstęšum aldrei séš hann sjįlfan ķ ręšustól. Žaš var ógleymanlegt. Hann talaši blašalaust og varš allt ķ einu magnaš en kyrrlįtt mįttarvald. Ręšan beinskeytt og innihaldsrķk. Žegar ég hitti hann į eftir, sagšist ég alls ekki hafa gert mér grein fyrir hver hann vęri fyrr en hann stóš žarna ķ ręšustólnum. Ef hann byggi ķ Bandarķkjunum, vęri hann meš hundruš žśsunda fylgismanna ķ kringum sig.

"Žį byggi ég ekki ķ Bandarķkjunum," sagši Sigvaldi brosandi.

 

Ég man ekki hvaša įr žaš var sem ég las opnuvištal viš Véstein Lśšvķksson rithöfund ķ Žjóšviljanum. Fyrirsögnin var "Frį sósķalisma til zen" og blašamašurinn hét Össur Skarphéšinsson, ef mig misminnir ekki. Žetta var flott vištal og skömmu sķšan var Vésteinn bešinn um aš flytja erindi hjį Gušspekifélaginu. Hann stóš ekki ķ ręšustólnum, heldur sat į stól fyrir framan hann, talaši blašalaust og skipulega og hreyfši hvorki legg né liš. Ašeins oršin höfšu lķf. Hann var bešinn um aš halda nįmskeiš um zen-iškun og gerši žaš. Upp śr žessu varš smįm saman til hópur zen-iškenda, sem sķšar stofnušu eigiš félag, sem nś er oršiš talsvert öflugt. Leišbeinandi žeirra, Jakuho Kwong-roshi, kemur į hverju įri til Ķslands til aš leišbeina zen-félögum; roshi, merkir višurkenndur zen-meistari.

 

Ķ Lótushśsinu ķ Kópavogi er kennd Raja Yoga-hugleišsla. Žetta er ķslensk mišstöš Brama Kumaris World Spiritual University. Henni er stżrt af tveimur listamönnum, Sigrśnu Olsen og Žórši Baršdal. Brama Kumaris-mišstöšvar eru vķša um heim og njóta viršingar. Stjórnendur eru alls stašar konur.

 Margir fleiri kenna žaš sem kölluš er innhverf ķhugun hér į Ķslandi. Heimsókn David Lynch hlżtur aš vekja athygli į žeim möguleikum sem Ķslendingum um allt land stendur til boša, sękist žeir eftir hljóšum huga. 

 


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