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Welcome to the Siddha Loka Page. The purpose of this myspace page is to pay homage to the enlightened masters known as Siddhas
Bhagavan Nityananda, Swami Muktananda Paramahamsa and Gurumayi Chidvilasananda belonged to such a great lineage of Siddhas. Baba Muktanada was born in 1908 in Mangalore, India. He attained Self-realization in 1956, after years of intense practices and meditation under the guidance of his Guru Bhagavan Nityananda. In the last decades of his life, through his teachings and through the transmission of his spiritual energy, he awakened thousands of people all over the world to the experience of their own Inner Divinity. Before taking Samadhi he passed his power onto Gurumayi Chidvilasananda who is now the head of the Siddha Yoga Foundation.
Baba Muktananda's message is summed up in these words:
Meditate on your Self
Honor your Self
Worship your Self
Understand your Self
God dwells within you as you!
Yogic legend maintains that once the ancient sage Vasistha was confronted by a ravenous demon who threatened to devour him unless he could give a satisfactory answer to the following riddle; what is the most bewildering mystery in all creation? Vasishta’s response was so impressive the demon spared his life, so perhaps what he said will be of interest to us now as well, especially since he was one of the most venerable Siddhas in history, the composer of many Scriptures and the Guru of Lord Rama himself.
Most bewildering mystery in creation, according to this is just, the fact that human beings do not attempt to conquer their most terrible enemy of all time – Death. Even though we fear death more than anything else in creation; even though we see things being eaten up by it all around us every day; even though we know beyond the slightest doubt that it will come and claim us, to, at any time it wishes, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps even before we draw our very next breath; and even though the ominous specter of death torments us, either consciously or unconsciously, throughout every single moment of our life, it's amazing that we choose to do so little to combat it. Like ostriches which bury their heads in the sand when confronted with danger, most of us react to the prospect of our impending demise by simply trying not to think about it, while others are labeled as more noble because they act instead like sheep awaiting slaughter, domiciledly accepting their mortality and trying to face the inevitable and with as little fear as possible.
Even the demon of Death feels compelled to admit bewilderment at how we humans, as resourceful and industrious as we are, choose to submit so passively when we learn of its intention to devour us someday. Finding ourselves doomed to a cruel fate of surprise annihilation, meaning that at any time, in any place, completely without our consent or foreknowledge, Death is free to snuff us out in any of a million ways, the best we can come up with is an attitude of cold acceptance. Despite all the prodigious effort we expand to accumulate a few possessions which offer us some pleasure and comfort, why are so few of us willing to put forth any effort in an attempt to prevail against that wanton, dark marauder who gallops up at any time he pleases and mercilessly robs us of all the worldly wealth for which we've worked so hard?
More amazing still is the fact that for thousands of years all the world's greatest beings have taught that pathways to immortality do indeed exist and are available for anyone willing to make the journey; yet, rather than expand the effort, most of us are content to simply rattle around in Deaths trouser pocket, like candy morsel he can unwrap and consume whenever the craving hits him.
The Siddhas promise us that there is a door which leads to eternal life, that it is situated at the heart of every human being, and that it can only be unlocked with the key of spiritual sadhana. It doesn't matter which valid path we elect to follow, but this much is absolutely certain: just as nothing can ever come to an end unless it first as a beginning, so too, none of us can ever hope to complete a sadhana until we get around to starting one. Procrastination is the demon Death’s best friend.
Of course, liberation from death is but one of the many booms of spiritual enlightenment, and the Siddhas advise us that this bountiful state of self realization can be attained only by those of us who (1) select a valid path which suits us, (2) become initiated on to that path by a perfected master of the same tradition, and (3) remain firmly committed to following that path for as long as it takes us to reach the final goal.
If you have become convinced that there is even a remote possibility that such things as death, pain, frustration, unhappiness, depression, loneliness and so on can be destroyed forever by spiritual sadhana, how much of our future time and effort are we now willing to invest in order to pursue this possibility further? It seems that our only other alternative is to simply just resume living our life as we have been all along; but before we do so it might be prudent for us to consider perhaps such behavior would in fact be wildly irrational, the type which the sage Vasistha characterized as “the most bewildering mystery in all creationâ€.
In the words of Swami Muktananda:
Listen to the immortal speech of the Self:
O man, wake up!
Come to your senses!
Childhood days have passed;
You have wasted your youth;
Old age has found you.
At least now, be vigilant!
Death's invitation is racing toward you!
Before it reaches you, awake!
What have you hoped to attain?
Have those hopes been fulfilled?
The goal still eludes you.
O brother, Arise!
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