I immediately responded saying, “ I love you too, Maharishi.”
There was moment or two of silence… My mind went dead still and became acutely alert, yet my eyes continued to lazily observe the ceiling as if hearing
and seeing were not of the same body.
Maharishiji spoke again, “I love you.” But it was not just a replay of his preceding words; his intonations were slightly different, as if he was
approaching my understanding from a slightly different angle.
I immediately responded by saying, “I love you too, Maharishi” as I too slightly changed my intonations to follow Maharishiji’s. We continued this dance
several more times using these simple words full of mysterious meaning.
After the first two or three exchanges, during the silence between the proclamations, I franticly searched for a question to ask Maharishiji. Some
unknown grace had placed me mind to mind with Maharishiji and I wanted to take full advantage of the situation, yet all I could do was to proclaim I too was in love… I finally abandoned the urges of my desire and
surrendered into the sweetness of the exchange, the warmth of my bed, the dampness of my body and the cool ambiance of the moonlight in the antique room.
Maharishiji then went into a long period of silence… yet I could still feel his presence, as if Maharishiji was looking deeply into my mind or soul.
Breaking the silence, Maharishiji spoke a very strange phrase,
“Only you will go to immortality.”
My body immediately became the focus of my intention as each and every cell was reaching out towards my wife Suzanne. It was as if the ovular cross
section of my body was leaning into more of a rounded parallelogram toward my wife lying at my side. My back remained firmly attached to the bed, yet my chest and solar plexus desperately reach out for Suzanne.
I found myself responding, “No… No… only if my wife comes with me.”
Then again, after a short moment of silence, Maharishi spoke with a slight shift in intonation, “Only you will go to immortality.”
And again my body reached out towards Suzanne as I spoke, “No… No… only if my wife comes with me.”
Maharishiji and I went through several cycles of that exchange also.
And again Maharishiji ended the almost hypnotic exchange by going into a prolonged period of silence…
I, as before, could sense his presence within the silence, but this time it felt like Maharishiji demeanor was developing into a silent chuckle, and just
a moment before it would manifest out loud, he spoke in a beautiful compassionate tone of unconditional love,
“You will’ go to immortality… and ‘you will’ take all those you love”…
Then he was gone…
I lie there for quite some time; now totally oblivious to the tracking of the moon across the ceiling, or space/time, for that matter, as I pondered
deeply into the meaning of the exchange.
After days, if not months, of contemplation, I felt Maharishiji’s words were meant to enliven my awareness of self to move from a more commonplace form
of fractured identity or individuality into a true unified whole assessment of Self. “Aham Bhramasmi”—“I am totality!” Which I’m sure is true.
Yet in retrospect, I now see that Maharishiji very cleverly prophesied, or sparked me into attempting a masterpiece… a work that would conclude my
existing and ancestral Dharma.
I would describe this Masterwork as:.