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                                                                           TATTWIC  POWERS

For the good of the Great Cause I will now transcribe in this chapter two extraordinary accounts of Sri Swami Sivananda:

                                                                              yogi Bhusunda

"Yogi Bhusunda among yogis is considered as an Chiranjeevi. He was a Master in the science of Pranayama. It is said that this Yogi constructed in the western part of Kalpa vriksha, located on top of Mahamera, a huge den where he lived. "

"This Yogi was Trikala Jnani and could be in Samadhi for a long time. He had obtained the supreme Santi and Jnana and in this state enjoyed the happiness of his own Being always as a Chiranjivi ".

"He had full knowledge of the five Dharanas and had given evidence of mastery over the five elements through the practice of concentration."

"It is said that when the twelve Adytyas burned the world with its shining rays, he could through his Apas Dharana reach the Akasha, and when the fierce gale blow to blow up the rocks into pieces, he will stay in the Akasha by means of Agni Dharana. Moreover, when the world along with the Mahamera sinking into the water, he will float through the Vayu Dharana.

So far this wonderful story of Swami Sivananda. It is obvious that the yogi Bhusunda had to practice intensively the Ritual PANCATATTWA.

Let us now look carefully the second story of the Guru-Deva Sivananda

                                                                               Milarepa

"Milarepa was one of those souls who are deeply impressed by understanding the transient nature of worldly existence and the suffering and misery in which beings are immersed."

"It seemed that existence, from this point of view, it was like a huge bonfire where living creatures were consumed."

"Faced with such disconcerting pain he felt in his heart that he was unable to perceive some of the celestial happiness enjoyed by Brahma and Indra in heaven, but much less still felt earthly joys and delights of the profane world."

"Moreover, He felt himself deeply captivated by the vision of immaculate purity and chaste beatitude described in the state of perfect freedom and attainable Omniscience in Nirvana, to the point that he could not waste his life in search of something a long time he had discarded dedicated, with full faith, depth of mind and heart and filled the Pervading Love and sympathy of all creatures ".

"Having obtained transcendental knowledge in the control of the ethereal and spiritual nature of the mind, he was able to give demonstrations of it, and to that end could fly through the sky, walk and relax in the air."

"He was able also to produce flames and bring forth water from his body, becoming the object desires, demonstrations were able to convince the disbelievers and render them religious paths."

"Milarepa was perfect in the practice of the four states of meditation, and through them could project his subtle body to the point of being present presiding yogic councils in twenty different places, in which assemblies of Gods and Angels celebrated, equal to clouds of spiritual communion."

"He was able to dominate Gods and Elementals placing to his immediate command in the performance of their duties."

"Perfect Adept of supernatural Tattwics Powers, had the grace to go through and visit innumerable sacred paradises and heavens of the Buddhas, which by virtue of its Omni-absorbing acts and never surpassed devotion, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas governing these sacred places he was favored allowing to express about the Dharma, sanctifying his return by the vision of those celestial worlds and stay in such dwellings. "

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THE VICE OF ALCOHOL ABOMINABLE

Far away from here, this my beloved Mexican homeland, traveling in other ways, I was carried away by the winds of fate to that ancient South American city in pre-Columbian times Bacatá be called, in typical Chibcha language. Bohemian and taciturn city with Creole mentality of the nineteenth century city; smoky town in the deep valley...

Wonderful city in which a certain poet said: "City Tour Bacatá in the rain like a carousel uneven; the neurasthenic city that covers its hours with scarves of cloud."

Then had started the First World War ... What times, my God! What times! Better now to exclaim with Ruben Dario: "Youth, divine treasure, you are going to not return, when I wanted to mourn not cry and sometimes I cry without wanting".

How much sorrow I still feel remembering so many friends now already dead! The years have passed...

That was the time of Bohemian toast and Julio Florez; years they were fashionable Lope de Vega and Gutierrez de Cetina.

So who he wanted to boast of intelligent recited between drinks that sonnet of Lope de Vega, which literally says:

"A sonnet Violante sends to me,

in my life I have been in such a predicament,

fourteen verses say it's sonnet,

mocking taunt go three ahead.

I thought not find consonant

and I'm in the middle of another quartet,

But if I see myself in the first triplet,

There is nothing in the quartets that terrify me.

For the first triplet I'm going,

and even I presume that went right foot,

I end with this verse because I'm giving.

Already on the second and even suspect,

I am the thirteen verses finishing,

Declare if you are fourteen and it is done. "

It is clear that in that creole environment that sleepless  bards concluded this kind of declamations shouts of admiration and bursts of applause.

Those were the days of the "toast of bohemian" years when knights were played even life for any lady down the street pass through...

Someone introduced me to a friend of sparkling intellectuality much given to metaphysical studies: Roberto was his name and his last name if I shut up do with the obvious intention not to hurt feelings.

Illustrious scion of a representative of the Department before the National Chamber of that country.

With the glass of fine baccarat in his right hand, drunk with wine and passion, declaiming that bard of tangled hair that protruded everywhere to intellectuals, in shops, pubs and cafes.

It certainly was something to admire in the young man's prodigious erudition possessed; as soon he commented Juan Montalvo and his seven treatises as he recited the triumphal march of Ruben Dario...

However, there were more or less long pauses in his stormy life; sometimes he locked himself seemed to repent and long hours day after day in the national library.

Often I advised him to abandon forever the abominable vice of alcohol, more than anything served my advice eventually returned the young man to their old ways.

It happened that an ordinary night while my physical body lay asleep in the bed, I had a very interesting astral experience: with eyes of dread saw myself before an horrendous precipice facing the sea, and looking into the abysmal darkness I observed small light vessels sails approaching the cliffs.

Marine shouts and noise of anchors and oars allowed me to verify that those small crafts had reached the gloomy shore.

And I saw lost souls, left, creepy, frightening people, disembarking threatening...

Vain shadows ascending to the summit where Roberto and I were!

He terrified the young man threw himself headlong into the deep abyss falling like the inverted pentalpha and finally disappearing into the stormy waters.

I cannot deny that I did the same, but instead of sinking between those waters of the Ponto, I floated deliciously whilst in space smiled me a star.

It is clear that this astral experience impressed me vividly; I knew the future that awaited him my friend.

Years passed and I continued my journey along the path of life, I walked away from that smoky Bohemian city...

Much later, beyond time and distance, traveling along the coast of the Caribbean Sea, I arrived at the port of Rio del Hacha, now the capital of the Guajira Peninsula. Sandy tropical village streets at the sea’s shore; hospitable and charitable people face sunburned...

I could never forget those guajiras Indian dressed in such beautiful tunics screaming everywhere: Carua! Carua! Carua "! (carbon).

"Piracá! Piracá! Piracá! "(Come here) ladies exclaimed from the door of every house in order to buy the necessary fuel.

"Haita Maya" (I love you) says the Indian when he seduces India. "Ai Macai pupura" answers her as saying: days come and go days.

There are unusual cases in life, tremendous surprises; one of them was for me the encounter with the bard knew that before in the city of Bacatá.

Declaiming that came to me in the street, drunk with wine ... as always ... and highs in the most dreadful misery.

It is clear that this luminary of intellect had degenerated shockingly with the vice of alcohol.

Vain were all my efforts to get him out of vice; He walked every day from bad to worse.

New Year was approaching; drums resounded everywhere inviting people to parties, dances that were held in many houses, the orgy.

Certain days when sitting under the shade of a tree in deep meditation, I had to leave my ecstatic state upon hearing the voice of the poet...

Roberto had arrived barefoot, gaunt face and body semi-naked; my friend was now a beggar; the ego of alcohol had become him a beggar.

Staring at me and extending his right hand said:

- "Give me alms."

- "What do you want alms?"

- "To raise the money to allow me to buy a bottle of rum."

-"I'm sorry friend; Believe me I would never cooperate for vice. You leave the path of perdition. "

Once said these words that shadow withdrew silent and morose.

Night came New Year; that Bard of disheveled hair wallowed like pigs in the mud drinking and begging from orgy to orgy ... completely losing his mind under the disgusting effects of alcohol, he got into a brawl; something told and told, and it is clear that they gave tremendous thrashing.

After the police intervened with the sound purpose of ending the thrashing and as is obvious in all these cases the bard went to jail.

The epilogue to this tragedy whose author was naturally the I

(ego) of alcohol is really macabre and creepy as that poet was hanged; They say those who saw what the next day found him hanging by the neck in the same bars of the cell.

The funeral parlor were magnificent and many people attended the cemetery to bid farewell to the bard.

After all this, very sorry I had to continue my journey, away from that seaport.

Later, I decided to investigate directly the disembodied friend in the astral world.

This kind of metaphysical experiments can be performed by projecting the Magic Double EIDOLON or Double Magic about which spoke a lot Paracelsus.

To leave the dense form certainly did not cost me any work; the experiment was wonderful.

Floating with the EIDOLON in the astral atmosphere of planet Earth, I entered through the gigantic doors of a large building. I stood at the foot of the bleachers leading to the upper floors; I could verify a fork of the steps as he approached the base.

I cried with a loud voice pronouncing the name of the deceased!  then I waited patiently for the results ...

The latter certainly not left waiting long; I was surprised by a large crowd of people who descended precipitously either side of the derivative staircase. All that crowd arrived near to me and surrounded me: "Roberto, my friend! Why do you kill yourself? "

I knew that all these people were Roberto, but not someone address was not found a responsible subject, an individual...

I had before me a pluralized Ego, a bunch of devils, my friend disembodied not enjoy a permanent center of Conscience:

Concluded the experiment when that legion of Selves retired derived ascending the staircase.