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"This is my body." And with that he held up the bread.

"This is my blood." And with that he held up the wine.
I could see now this early teaching he had first taught us when there were many disciples, before Jesus had said this, and after he had given us this teaching, many who had been with Jesus had fell away, and now there were only us twelve.

"Whoever eats of my flesh and drinks of my blood shall taste everlasting life."

It was just ordinary bread, and ordinary wine (Peter always disagreed and thought it was "magical." Ever since that incident with the loaves and the fishes, he would always be eyeing the food suspiciously).

As I ate the bread and drank the wine, I thought to myself, "Jesus is inside me."

The circle is complete. It's a complete cycle. Nothing really dies, because were all a part of something else. Our bodies are the food of other life, just as we are life.  As I "ate" my master I understood how he was physically a part of me, as he had already become a part of my life as my teacher and guru.
"Keep doing in remembrance of me."

I would remember this always, and this is one of the days I would fondly remember the most before my teacher's crucifixion. I thought of all the times I have eaten in my life, and of all the times I would eat. And I thought to myself that life lives on life, and it created an everlasting cycle of which I was a part of. I would always be doing this in remembrance of the Christ even though all I had to do was eat.

"This is a new covenant" -This is a new understanding between us.

As I sat there and contemplated in silence as we listened to his words, I no longer thought of myself as a body, I know longer thought of myself as my mind, as a thing, as a person. It seemed that as I ate my master, and listened to the teachings he had told us in secret, that he was a part of me as much as I was a part of him. It seemed for a brief instant in this time while we ate, that if the Christ was in everything, and the Christ was a part of me, then I was a part of everything. My consciousness was no longer identified with my body or my mind, and in this space there arose in me a feeling that I was Life Eternal. I had indeed in that very instant, tasted Everlasting Life.

                                                                                                --The Disciple

 

                                    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-waken memory divine.

I life 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 turia, 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 an unconscious state

Or mental chloroform without willful return,

Samadhi but extends my conscious realm

Beyond 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 floats like an iceberg in 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 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.

                                                                          --Paramhansa Yoganda

  

_{In Salutation to the Eternal Peace}

<sub>Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.

But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.

What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?

What care I for the world's loud weariness,
Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?

Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?

For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
O intimate essence of eternity!


Sarojini Naidu
(1879 - 1949)</sub>

           When two people love the same thing. Then they are not focused on themselves or trying to put on any masks. They only love something, and are passionate about communicating any new information or their own insights into it. Once people divide themselves up into, "I like this aspect (of reality)," and he or she "likes this aspect of reality," then we work on hiding the aspect the other person doesn't like, and we are no longer open and spontaneous to be who we are. Our conversation becomes forced, and the new information becomes "mine," and our insights aren't freely shared. We think we can "control" the information, instead of revealing it and sharing it freely. Revealing information can take some tailoring to it in order to fit the individual's worldview, but it should still be shared.

           It is so great when people are in shared resonance...that sometimes we can just share the information, and we both feel the same way about it.

Of course....though sometimes they fly in the heavens.

:)