Sahmad dispatched one of his attendants to summon a physician, legendaywhile another stayed behind as an interpreter. Sahmad then instructed me to lie down, and he lit two large cones of incense, carefully placing them on my bare chest. He told me to concentrate on the pain that would soon come, as the incense burned down to my skin. He sat beside me quietly, as we waited for the physician.
The doctor arrived quickly, and immediately listened to my heart. His face turned serious as he slowly shook his head, apparently indicating that I was beyond his help. His reaction meant that death was imminent, and my fear peaked. A moment later, however, the fear surprisingly evaporated, replaced by a remarkable relaxation and indescribable peace. My body became light as a feather, and I feared that I might float out of the room. lgdsilicone
And that’s exactly what happened, as I found myself hovering in the lad’s room, watching him sleep. I drifted around the room for awhile before drifting back into Sahmad’s room, where I floated around some more, and then looked down from the ceiling at Sahmad, at the physician and at the interpreter, all huddled around my body showing great concern. I found this quite amusing because there was nothing to worry about. I was fine . . . up here.
The next moment, however, I was not fine. The intense pain of incense burning into my flesh reminded me that I was back in my body. Later that night, they carried me back to my own room and watched over me, as I struggled to keep my heart beating. “Which connection did you concentrate on?” Sahmad quietly asked. He knew.
I could barely talk; it was too much of an effort. Every ounce of my strength was gone. But I managed to utter, “The forehead.”
Sahmad slowly shook his head back and forth, but surprisingly did not admonish me. “You simply made a mistake with your practice,’ he said, “One that I warned you of and now you must suffer the kamma, the consequences. Some of this kamma will be painful and some, if you survive, may possibly be to your advantage. You unwittingly unleashed the great power of the Source by prematurely opening the connection between your eyebrows, causing the energy to streak down through the top of your head instead of up through your body. This entangled all of your subtle passageways. Now, whether you live or die depends on how advanced your past lives have been. Also, how strong your physical body is, and even maybe how effectual your helper beings will be. You must now stop practicing your inner work immediately or you will certainly kill yourself. rajafantasy
“The good thing,” he continued, “is that this illness will, in effect, burn up most of your past kamma. Let me explain. Have you ever noticed that seemingly good, gentle people sometimes have the worst luck? This apparent unfairness is because much of their previous bad kamma from past lives is being burned up, hitting them all at once now, in this very lifetime. This makes way for them to move on and make great strides in the next lifetime, just as you will if you survive.” Sahmad then patted my hand, smiled, and said he had a feeling I was going to make it, but that I would have to be patient. yateartificialgrass
He was correct as usual; I lived, and he was correct about being patient. This implausible experience was followed by years of illness, perplexing every physician in the city. I could not stand up, nor even have simple conversations with anybody, because everything was too intense . . . magnified in some strange way so that my heart would stop with the slightest exertion.
One day the lad brought me a present, a small plant that became my best friend. Because all of my strength was gone, all I could do, both physically and mentally, was lie on the floor and watch it grow – one leaf at a time.
Years drifted by, and I gradually accepted the fact that I would never be as well as I once was. The serious mistake I made by prematurely opening the forehead center had almost lethal effects on my body, quite permanent actually, and although Sahmad warned me to stop the inner work or die, I never did. I continued to practice from the day I became ill. If I died, I died. At least I would die doing what I trusted most. autoperformancepartsdirect
Regardless of the illness, however, and perhaps because of it, my determination mysteriously strengthened; it became stronger than ever. I now understood in my heart that nothing in this world would ever satisfy me again, and I was determined to find the key no matter the cost. I was more than willing to risk my life a hundred times over if need be, my resolve had become that strong.
Another unusual effect of the illness was that my mind became amazingly sharp, in that I could analyze things in unbelievably minute detail. Merely directing my mind to a situation or problem would disclose every aspect of it immediately.
Therefore, it seems every tragedy has unseen benefits. Surprisingly, I had to admit to myself that I would have done it all over again without hesitation, because without this experience, I could never have become acquainted with my new teacher. This renowned teacher forced me to discover much about myself, as well as introduce me to many selfless people – those who helped me through this ordeal. This legendary teacher was none other than . . . Illness.
Sahmad would look in on me from time to time, and one day he mentioned that one advantage of a long-term illness is a diminishing of anger. He said that therefore I shouldn’t be surprised if soon I began to experience compassion. He was correct, since there was little left to concern myself with, many of my passions, and much of my rage began to weaken. I found myself now easily following a John’s wise counsel as well, which was to, “Stay aloof, in seclusion, contented and dispassionate, and continuously keep in mind – fading, cessation, peace, wanting little, direct knowledge of the Source and finding the key.” gambleonlineblog
This entire experience instilled within me an unshakeable faith, which was the most compelling result of the whole episode. There was no longer any doubt in my mind about anything as I thirsted for another taste of the powerful Source even though it dangerously compromised my health and almost killed me. I could not explain the feeling for it was not of this world, and I was enthralled as ill as I was. bbcforbes