From Selected Essays by Swami Muktananda
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On Monday, October 27, after lunch I went to my room to take some rest. As soon as I entered the room, I heard the sound of the swaramandala, a harp in Indian classical music. I paid attention to it and tried to focus on where it was coming from, but couldn’t find its source.
Its sound was so ethereal and soul-soothing that I just decided to keep listening to it wherever it was emanating from. I closed my eyes and rested on the bed and gradually fell asleep. I woke up about 30 minutes later, and the first thing my ears heard was the same sound of the swaramandala. I kept resting with my eyes closed and then open, listening to this most melodious sound.
Later in the evening, I went to the Siddha Yoga path website, and the very first thing I read was Baba’s teaching on nada. I was so pleasantly surprised. Right there, I closed my eyes and remembered the beautiful sound I had heard the whole afternoon. I thanked Baba for guiding me to the right knowledge and for revealing to me the essence of his teaching.
Its sound was so ethereal and soul-soothing that I just decided to keep listening to it wherever it was emanating from. I closed my eyes and rested on the bed and gradually fell asleep. I woke up about 30 minutes later, and the first thing my ears heard was the same sound of the swaramandala. I kept resting with my eyes closed and then open, listening to this most melodious sound.
Later in the evening, I went to the Siddha Yoga path website, and the very first thing I read was Baba’s teaching on nada. I was so pleasantly surprised. Right there, I closed my eyes and remembered the beautiful sound I had heard the whole afternoon. I thanked Baba for guiding me to the right knowledge and for revealing to me the essence of his teaching.
Thane West, India