READING PASSAGE
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= Om Gurumayiji =
This passage emerged when sitting quietly in office in the early 2000s. I wrote it down immediately. To me this flow has to be a Practice given by the Master though there was no attempt at contemplation, it just emerged. Hence this sharing of Her grace.
Below is the Reading Passage and is best read aloud to oneself. (About 8-10 minutes)
Note:-Wherever < ….. > occurs, please say aloud your full name. It can be read once a day, or as appropriate. Full faith, belief, and love while reading aloud could help.
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I AM I
I, < ….. > , who is reading this in this room, sitting in this form, amongst my many other forms, human beings like me, I am the creator of this Universe. Because I exist, this form exists. Because I exist, this body exists. Because I exist, this mind exists. Because I exist, all the other varied forms exist. They are all made by me, < ….. > , who is reading this in this room.
Yes, I, who am now, at this moment in My time, reading this aloud, I, < ….. >, a name given to this body by my other human forms, I have created this Universe. I have created many Universes. This creation of mine is just a small part of My Self.
It is the simple, basic truth – that: I, < ….. >, have created all the human beings in this room. I have created all the human beings outside this room. I created all the human forms I adopted in the past. And I, while presently I am in this room, I will create all future human forms from my vast and boundless energy. And I will create all other future beings.
Whether I, < ….. >, presently believe this or I do not, the fountainhead truth is simply this that I am the only God that exists. I am the great God. I am the ultimate creator. I am the one who works at various levels – material, subtle, beyond the subtle – carrying out my very own orders, my desires, my dreams.
This life force flowing in this body is me. The stuff of which this mind is made is me. The sum of the energy of the whole Universe is me, < ….. >. The sum of all energy is me, < ……… >.
I am the sun in the centre of this planetary system – giving light and heat and sustaining life. The cool lifeless moon is me.
I am each ray of the sun. I am the whole of the sun. Believe me I am really hot there – burning up matter and materiality.
I am also every other sun in existence. They shine within me. They burn within me. They glow within me. And I relish each one of them for they sustain my various life forms and in so doing they serve me. They follow my laws. They are one of the foundations on which I build my play.
I, < ….. >, am my own play. As the father of < ….. > it is my play. As the mother of < ….. > it is my play. The children of < ….. >, is also my play. The parents, children, relatives, friends, enemies of all the forms reading this in this room – all are me, my forms, my play.
It is I who am evolution. It is I who am dissolution. I, < ….. >, am the Universe – not because I am reading this aloud here, but because that is the only Truth.
Every creation of mine is done by me from within myself – from strands of my own being.
And because I am the true great God, I do all this. And I watch what I do. I observe this – not through physical, sense limited eyes which my creations have – but through my pure level of awareness. My impeccable energy stores it all – and I marvel at my greatness. I love myself, and every part of me is just a drop of my love. These drops of myself are a manifestation of my love for myself. I blow bubbles within myself and I play with myself as I watch and I myself observe all that I do.
How does a human being live this?
Only by stilling the ‘little minds’ that he or she have taken to be as their forms. They left me somewhere deep within themselves and made assumptions about themselves on my periphery. That ‘little mind’ can never understand this. But when they start to reach out for me, for my basics, then slowly they become me again. What an effort it takes, yet in the end it always works. Everyone becomes me again – if they want to. After all, this is what they actually are – me.
Do I, < ….. >, want to become the whole of me again? Do all My other forms want to become Me? Do they want to recognize again what has been true all along – that we are each the creator of this Universe?
It is now approaching time to ponder over all this in a short break.
(Five minutes break to contemplate thus far, then continue below)
All the forces of nature – gravity, tides, winds, ocean swells, planetary motions, heat and cold, liquid, solid or gaseous forces, vacuum – everything is an outcome of my will. It is an outcome of my divine desire to see myself, to watch myself. The winds blow because I willed the physical phenomenon carrying them. The whole universe, the cosmos, the whole of creation is just hanging in my space and expanding and contracting because I will it.
As the form of myself reading this aloud, I seem to have forgotten Myself truly. I have forgotten it all. And so, all these little parts of me as temporary occupants of their forms, keep jumping from form to form, from life to life and playing out the collective sum of all the deeds done by me.
Thus, in forgetting my own Self, I started developing an attachment for whatever form of My own self I chose to be in. Slowly, that attachment to that form, that temporary creation of mine, became all important. It began to develop its own illusory identification with that little form. It began to lose clarity of its connection with my true Self. Yet, it never stopped being me, and it never will stop. Somewhere in the process it lost the clarity it should always have kept. This loss of clarity, this adoption of littleness, this identification only with its limitedness is governed by My own laws.
I am helpless in the face of My own laws. I abide by them absolutely.
Slowly, over the millennia, I, the reader < ….. >, understood that based on my own laws I constantly reaped as I sowed. And, in these countless millions of years, I have witnessed My own evolution countless times.
Know this, O < ….… >, that to me these long millions of years are just a jiffy, a short breeze, ‘ek hawa’. But how long a ‘second’ of mine actually is – is millions of human years, trillions. All that happens is that parts of Me keep attaching themselves to matter and slowly, often painfully, then strive to return to their pristine state. In that period, they go through agitations of every kind, emotions of every kind, including love and anguish. But they can make nothing last. Nothing stays in their grasp.
Why, O < ….… >, why?
It is just because they, my own beloved parts, lose touch momentarily (momentarily in my time frame) with my own true state, my own condition of all pervasiveness and all knowingness, and all doing–ness. They believe they are those little selves to the exclusion of every other possibility. They forget their divinity.
They consider themselves puny and helpless. Being divine they become what they believe in. Till they start to change that belief and once again find out that they are the one God. Each one of them is God. You too, O < ….. >, are God.
It is all My play. To me their seemingly endless lives are just a jiffy – (after all) how long will I let a part of Me be self-deluded like this? But, O < ….. >, to my myriads of forms like you it’s all just a long, seemingly endless, hard grind. It need never be if they retain their touch and recognition with Me.
Hard it is, until they finally question themselves. Who are they? What are they? Where are they? Why are they here? Why do they exist at all?
They are I. They are I. You, O , < ….. >, am I. All is within Me.
I, O < ….. >, am I. I am I.
( Few minutes spent at this point to contemplate what was read could be helpful )
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