Once upon a time, I got my wish to travel to India in 1993, to go to my Guru’s ashram near Bangalore. I had been helped to save enough funds for the trip, and to buy an instamatic camera too.

During the stay in the ashram, I was asked if he would like to travel by car to Puttaparthi with some other men and do some community service in the bookshop, which I agreed to.

Due to this ashram being closed, as the Guru was still in the Whitefield ashram, he was able each morning to go to morning meditation inside the Mandir. While in the deepest meditation one morning, consciousness heard a slow punctuated voice going….

“You…….are………my……..instrument.”

This was most startling to me and was a complete surprise. The tone and quality of the voice was never forgotten.

Later, next year in 1994, an event occurred which followed on from that. I had for about a year been praying for an “innerview”. Most people going to the ashram look to getting an “interview”, but I was told that much more important was the “Innerview”.

Back in Australia, I continued doing community service with another spiritual organisation, which his Guru had told him to work with in a dream. This organisation did meditation quite often with sound. On a particular night in Melbourne, attending a “high-tech” meditation session, lying on a bunk inside a separate booth with special stereo headset sound and other equipment, he commenced listening to a sanskrit track, the first in the program.

The love generated within from this grew and grew until I was ecstatic. It increased even more to the extent that my inner voice said to me quietly that “if I wished to go further here, I would have to relinquish”. The love was so much that I would have happily died for more, and with all my soul, my heart said “I love you”.

The same voice I remember from Puttaparthi  Mandir  in 1993 then said…..

“Come……to……..me…….”.

There was an audible (to the writer anyway) loud bang! and the booth, body, everything disappeared…… all form was not. There was just peaceful velvet dark, plus a splinter or two of rainbow colours momentarily, but all time was lost. I remember my soul sighing “Home”. There was the feeling of absolute Peace, nothing to do or get, and absolute Ecstacy and Bliss, so much love that it overflowed All over and through All. There was so much that my “cup overfloweth” immediately and kept overflowing.

I remember that when coming back, so fast, that I had to stop at various dimensions and be interviewed as to “what was it like”….. The interviews were like instant flash events as intervals going down a superfast elevator.

I became conscious of form again later??? as revolving over the body and at some time was inside it again. At the end of the session (an hour I was told) I was given help to get up, but could not walk at all properly without a shoulder to lean on. I could not walk properly for at least half an hour.

The experience reverberated in the dream state also afterwards, in sleep, although some forms and other beings were present, but not to the extent of the first experience. It was like a following ripple through all the dimensionality.

I learned that words would never convey the experience, the Isness of Being, Awareness and Bliss. We can at best just point to it. Whenever I tried to express it, to individuals or a group, the overwhelming emotion of the remembered experience brought me to tears. The throat would choke up and words would struggle to form or come out at all.

There was no body, no mind or thinking, just Being Awareness & Bliss – Perfection.

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