Yogi was not aware that as he was floating, he could have floated anywhere. He never knew the depth, he never could..there was no system, there was no breath that could tell him with a steep rise that this was it..stop!and as much as he enjoyed the flow, he was also perturbed that he was not in control. Suddenly a jerk to the right and he was awake, and she was standing, a lady in white saari, somehow very different from a human form..she was never meant to be standing there, how and from where did she suddenly come?
She knew everything. She was angry yet very kind, She said everything yet she was silent. Yogi could not move a bit, rather he understood why suddenly a lady, wrapped in while silk, was standing in front of her window right next to the bed and staring at him with those sparky eyes. It was Yogi's first night of sleeping alone in the other room, away from parents and he knew she was saying"Dear Yogi beta!don't wander across streets which is not yours. This body is your possession, do not loose it until its time". Gradually a current went through Yogi's body and the goosebumps made him feel more vulnerable to her might. Earlier he never had such visits. He never went this far too as he went today. Perhaps because a lone wolf becomes more free of surroundings and reaches out farther than usual. Whatever be but now as he felt helpless, he shouted in panic, looking away from the lady, and this time he was awake, for good! He could hear his father open his bedroom gates to go to the washroom outside. Yogi ran out and reached for his father but just not loosing his respect, as a boy entering manhood, slowly he said" hey pa, you are up too, lets visit the washrooms together" His father looked at him with sleepy eyes and that was the end of it.
Its been few years now after that incident. Yogi tried to wander the same way in his sleeps as he used to do when he was a kid, but somehow it seemed impossible. Gradually he started forgetting the incidents as bad dreams and tried to move up with his life. However, he would always discuss with his close friends, few interested strangers, and others about the phenomena where he felt like running in thick air in his sleep, more like jumping with very high intensity, and seeing the world at a very minute level from a very higher ground. Many people would would listen patiently, few would ignore telling him to concentrate on more constructive things. Some people would tell him that there are others who have also felt such things. Those people relate it to past life experiences, some would even say these are infatuations of a fatigue mind. But Yogi would always differ stating he was never tired as a kid when he had such encounters.
More years passed by, Yogi has become an adult now. He met a friend from Baba Ramdev's Yoga club. While he appreciated the effects of Yoga in his day to day life, Yogi somehow also enjoyed the enchanting silence that his soul experienced while doing yoga. Yogi had mastered many difficult postures of Yogasana- "Eka Hasta Vrksasana", "Sirsa Padasana", "Pungu Mayurasana","Gandha Bherundasana", "Sayanasana","Kala Bhairavasana", "Taraksvasana","Double Buddhasana", and so on. "Yoganidrasana" in particular had become Yogi's personnel favorite. His eyesight had earlier become poor since past few years but through continuous yoga practice now, Yogi was able to correct it to a great extent. Yogi was beginning to feel that touch of refiness in his mood swings too. He was able to feel more control over his body, soul and above all his mind.
He could feel the power within. One bounce at the edge and Yogi could now fly miles up, also having a view and control of everything around him and his body. He was away from the reach of his family deity also who had once controlled her while he was scared kid. She could now perhaps not match his strength, as so Yogi felt. Where is this unlimited power going to take Yogi, is there a next level, a different world, a different plane, with different set of rules? Is Yogi ready for all this?
She knew everything. She was angry yet very kind, She said everything yet she was silent. Yogi could not move a bit, rather he understood why suddenly a lady, wrapped in while silk, was standing in front of her window right next to the bed and staring at him with those sparky eyes. It was Yogi's first night of sleeping alone in the other room, away from parents and he knew she was saying"Dear Yogi beta!don't wander across streets which is not yours. This body is your possession, do not loose it until its time". Gradually a current went through Yogi's body and the goosebumps made him feel more vulnerable to her might. Earlier he never had such visits. He never went this far too as he went today. Perhaps because a lone wolf becomes more free of surroundings and reaches out farther than usual. Whatever be but now as he felt helpless, he shouted in panic, looking away from the lady, and this time he was awake, for good! He could hear his father open his bedroom gates to go to the washroom outside. Yogi ran out and reached for his father but just not loosing his respect, as a boy entering manhood, slowly he said" hey pa, you are up too, lets visit the washrooms together" His father looked at him with sleepy eyes and that was the end of it.
Its been few years now after that incident. Yogi tried to wander the same way in his sleeps as he used to do when he was a kid, but somehow it seemed impossible. Gradually he started forgetting the incidents as bad dreams and tried to move up with his life. However, he would always discuss with his close friends, few interested strangers, and others about the phenomena where he felt like running in thick air in his sleep, more like jumping with very high intensity, and seeing the world at a very minute level from a very higher ground. Many people would would listen patiently, few would ignore telling him to concentrate on more constructive things. Some people would tell him that there are others who have also felt such things. Those people relate it to past life experiences, some would even say these are infatuations of a fatigue mind. But Yogi would always differ stating he was never tired as a kid when he had such encounters.
More years passed by, Yogi has become an adult now. He met a friend from Baba Ramdev's Yoga club. While he appreciated the effects of Yoga in his day to day life, Yogi somehow also enjoyed the enchanting silence that his soul experienced while doing yoga. Yogi had mastered many difficult postures of Yogasana- "Eka Hasta Vrksasana", "Sirsa Padasana", "Pungu Mayurasana","Gandha Bherundasana", "Sayanasana","Kala Bhairavasana", "Taraksvasana","Double Buddhasana", and so on. "Yoganidrasana" in particular had become Yogi's personnel favorite. His eyesight had earlier become poor since past few years but through continuous yoga practice now, Yogi was able to correct it to a great extent. Yogi was beginning to feel that touch of refiness in his mood swings too. He was able to feel more control over his body, soul and above all his mind.
He could feel the power within. One bounce at the edge and Yogi could now fly miles up, also having a view and control of everything around him and his body. He was away from the reach of his family deity also who had once controlled her while he was scared kid. She could now perhaps not match his strength, as so Yogi felt. Where is this unlimited power going to take Yogi, is there a next level, a different world, a different plane, with different set of rules? Is Yogi ready for all this?
