And though I did eat part
of a patty, I still shared with the disciples an overpowering
emptiness and a heightened receptivity to the fast leader.
During the second week, my meditations began to improve.
Typically, when I gazed at the Transcendental, I only saw a subtle
glow around the photo. Now I saw thousands of swirling dots
swimming before me. Typically, when I meditated on my heart chakra,
I had to remind myself to visualize the ocean. Now I became immersed
in a world of blue light. Typically, when I realized that I was having
a powerful mystical experience, I found it difficult to reenter
a state of meditation after a self-congratulatory interruption.
Now I found it easy to resubmerge my awareness into a thoughtless calm.
My newfound calm, however, was broken by what Atmananda said
at a Centre meeting several days later. He announced that he had
recently attained levels of consciousness so powerful and sublime
that he was no longer the person that we thought him to be.
Each time he dipped into these higher realms of perception, his old
self died and a new one emerged, forged in the fires of what he
called perfection.
"A number of you have already sensed the change," he said.
"I first started entering into these higher states--which I call
basement samadhi--during deep meditation.
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