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Here
’
s
how
you
can
tell
if
you
’
ve
reached
the
turiya
state
-
if
you
’
re
in
a
state
of
constant
bliss
.
One
who
is
living
from
within
turiya
is
not
affected
by
the
swinging
moods
of
the
mind
,
nor
fearful
of
time
or
harmed
by
loss
.
"
Pure
,
clean
,
void
,
tranquil
,
breathless
,
selfless
,
endless
,
undecaying
,
steadfast
,
eternal
,
unborn
,
independent
,
he
abides
in
his
own
greatness
,
"
say
the
Upanishads
,
the
ancient
Yogic
scriptures
,
describing
anyone
who
has
reached
the
turiya
state
.
The
great
saints
,
the
great
Gurus
,
the
great
prophets
of
history
-
they
were
all
living
in
the
turiya
state
,
all
the
time
.
As
for
the
rest
of
us
,
most
of
us
have
been
there
,
too
,
if
only
for
fleeting
moments
.
Most
of
us
,
even
if
only
for
two
minutes
in
our
lives
,
have
experienced
at
some
time
or
another
an
inexplicable
and
random
sense
of
complete
bliss
,
unrelated
to
anything
that
was
happening
in
the
outside
world
.
One
instant
,
you
’
re
just
a
regular
Joe
,
schlepping
through
your
mundane
life
,
and
then
suddenly
-
what
is
this
?
-
nothing
has
changed
,
yet
you
feel
stirred
by
grace
,
swollen
with
wonder
,
overflowing
with
bliss
.
Everything
-
for
no
reason
whatsoever
-
is
perfect
.
Of
course
,
for
most
of
us
this
state
passes
as
fast
as
it
came
.
It
’
s
almost
like
you
are
shown
your
inner
perfection
as
a
tease
and
then
you
tumble
back
to
"
reality
"
very
quickly
,
collapsing
into
a
heap
upon
all
your
old
worries
and
desires
once
again
.
Over
the
centuries
,
people
have
tried
to
hold
on
to
that
state
of
blissful
perfection
through
all
sorts
of
external
means
-
through
drugs
and
sex
and
power
and
adrenaline
and
the
accumulation
of
pretty
things
-
but
it
doesn
’
t
keep
.
We
search
for
happiness
everywhere
,
but
we
are
like
Tolstoy
’
s
fabled
beggar
who
spent
his
life
sitting
on
a
pot
of
gold
,
begging
for
pennies
from
every
passerby
,
unaware
that
his
fortune
was
right
under
him
the
whole
time
.
Your
treasure
-
your
perfection
-
is
within
you
already
.
But
to
claim
it
,
you
must
leave
the
busy
commotion
of
the
mind
and
abandon
the
desires
of
the
ego
and
enter
into
the
silence
of
the
heart
.
The
kundalini
shakti
-
the
supreme
energy
of
the
divine
-
will
take
you
there
.
This
is
what
everyone
has
come
here
for
.
When
I
initially
wrote
that
sentence
,
what
I
meant
by
it
was
:
"
This
is
why
these
one
hundred
retreat
participants
from
all
over
the
world
have
come
to
this
Ashram
in
India
.
"
But
actually
,
the
Yogic
saints
and
philosophers
would
have
agreed
with
the
broadness
of
my
original
statement
:
"
This
is
what
everyone
has
come
here
for
.
"
According
to
the
mystics
,
this
search
for
divine
bliss
is
the
entire
purpose
of
a
human
life
.
This
is
why
we
all
chose
to
be
born
,
and
this
is
why
all
the
suffering
and
pain
of
life
on
earth
is
worthwhile
-
just
for
the
chance
to
experience
this
infinite
love
.
And
once
you
have
found
this
divinity
within
,
can
you
hold
it
?
Because
if
you
can
…
bliss
.
I
spend
the
entire
retreat
in
the
back
of
the
temple
,
watching
over
the
participants
as
they
meditate
in
the
half
-
dark
and
total
quiet
.
It
is
my
job
to
be
concerned
about
their
comfort
,
paying
careful
attention
to
see
if
anyone
is
in
trouble
or
need
.
They
’
ve
all
taken
vows
of
silence
for
the
duration
of
the
retreat
,
and
every
day
I
can
feel
them
descending
deeper
into
that
silence
until
the
entire
Ashram
is
saturated
with
their
stillness
.
Out
of
respect
to
the
retreat
participants
,
we
are
all
tiptoeing
through
our
days
now
,
even
eating
our
meals
in
silence
.
All
traces
of
chatter
are
gone
.
Even
I
am
quiet
.
There
is
a
middle
-
of
-
the
-
night
silence
around
here
now
,
the
hushed
timelessness
you
generally
only
experience
around
3
:
00
AM
when
you
’
re
totally
alone
-
yet
it
’
s
carried
through
the
broad
daylight
and
held
by
the
whole
Ashram
As
these
hundred
souls
meditate
,
I
have
no
idea
what
they
’
re
thinking
or
feeling
,
but
I
know
what
they
want
to
experience
,
and
I
find
myself
in
a
constant
state
of
prayer
to
God
on
their
behalf
,
making
odd
bargains
for
them
like
,
Please
give
these
wonderful
people
any
blessings
you
might
have
originally
set
aside
for
me
.
It
’
s
not
my
intention
to
go
into
meditation
at
the
same
time
the
retreat
participants
are
meditating
;
I
’
m
supposed
to
be
keeping
an
eye
on
them
,
not
worrying
about
my
own
spiritual
journey
.
But
I
find
myself
every
day
lifted
on
the
waves
of
their
collective
devotional
intention
,
much
the
same
way
that
certain
scavenging
birds
can
ride
the
thermal
heat
waves
which
rise
off
the
earth
,
taking
them
much
higher
in
the
air
than
they
ever
could
have
flown
on
their
own
wing
-
power
.
So
it
’
s
probably
not
surprising
that
this
is
when
it
happens
.
One
Thursday
afternoon
in
the
back
of
the
temple
,
right
in
the
midst
of
my
Key
Hostess
duties
,
wearing
my
name
-
tag
and
everything
-
I
am
suddenly
transported
through
the
portal
of
the
universe
and
taken
to
the
center
of
God
’
s
palm
.
As
a
reader
and
seeker
,
I
always
get
frustrated
at
this
moment
in
somebody
else
’
s
spiritual
memoirs
-
that
moment
in
which
the
soul
excuses
itself
from
time
and
place
and
merges
with
the
infinite
.
From
the
Buddha
to
Saint
Teresa
to
the
Sufi
mystics
to
my
own
Guru
-
so
many
great
souls
over
the
centuries
have
tried
to
express
in
so
many
words
what
it
feels
like
to
become
one
with
the
divine
,
but
I
’
m
never
quite
satisfied
by
these
descriptions
.
Often
you
will
see
the
maddening
adjective
indescribable
used
to
describe
the
event
.
But
even
the
most
eloquent
reporters
of
the
devotional
experience
-
like
Rumi
,
who
wrote
about
having
abandoned
all
effort
and
tied
himself
to
God
’
s
sleeve
,
or
Hafiz
,
who
said
that
he
and
God
had
become
like
two
fat
men
living
in
a
small
boat
-
"
we
keep
bumping
into
each
other
and
laughing
"
-
even
these
poets
leave
me
behind
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
read
about
it
;
I
want
to
feel
it
,
too
.
Sri
Ramana
Maharshi
,
a
beloved
Indian
Guru
,
used
to
give
long
talks
on
the
transcendental
experience
to
his
pupils
and
then
always
wrap
it
up
with
this
instruction
:
"
Now
go
find
out
.
"
So
now
I
have
found
out
.
And
I
don
’
t
want
to
say
that
what
I
experienced
that
Thursday
afternoon
in
India
was
indescribable
,
even
though
it
was
.
I
’
ll
try
to
explain
anyway
.
Simply
put
,
I
got
pulled
through
the
wormhole
of
the
Absolute
,
and
in
that
rush
I
suddenly
understood
the
workings
of
the
universe
completely
.
I
left
my
body
,
I
left
the
room
,
I
left
the
planet
,
I
stepped
through
time
and
I
entered
the
void
.
I
was
inside
the
void
,
but
I
also
was
the
void
and
I
was
looking
at
the
void
,
all
at
the
same
time
.
