WHAT DON MINIHANE SAYS OF HIS MEDITATIONAL EXPERIENCES ON THE JANUARY 2007 COURSE

"To expand, I was sitting in meditation the other night and was happily destroying blockages in me using the Seven Step Process of Energy Enhancement taught by Satchi and Devi when I was staggered by something new. I watched as negative energy transmuted into white light and travelled down to the centre of the earth then returned up my spinal column and carried on into outer space to the centre of the universe and then returned back to me through the crown chakra and down the front of my body through the throat centre then the heart centre and the solar plexus, on to the genitals and in to the perineum, through to the centre of the earth and returned back up my spine and so began this new orbit of energy.  

The effect was something else; it shot through me at incredible speed. This carried on and got denser and more powerful as I discharged more of the negative energy within me. This energy took the form of bands of light that followed each other in waves travelling at equal distance apart and as I discharged and transmuted more negative energy the bands got closer together and I found that I could control the speed at which they travelled through the body. Satchi calls this orbit the Supra Galactic Orbit which travels up the ANTAHKARANA into the centre of the universe and down through the centre of the earth passing through the front of the body on the downward sweep and returning up the spine on the outward sweep. I was complete."    

TOTAL RESPECT TO SATCHIDANAND AND DEVI DHYANI

"Satchi, please accept my total respect and gratitude for everything you have imparted to me over the short four weeks I have been here. You are a huge light in this world and long may you shine. For everyone reading this, get your asses over to see these people, your lives will be changed forever and we don’t get many chances in this world to be able to achieve that and there are defiantly not many people in this world like Satchi and Devi who can do the business like this"

In my neighborhood there was a temple, a temple of Krishna, just a few houses away from my house. The temple was on the other side of the road, my house was on this side of the road. In front of the temple lived the man who had made the temple; he was a great devotee.
The temple was of Krishna in his childhood—because when Krishna becomes a young man he creates many troubles and many questions, so there are many people who worship Krishna as a child—hence the temple was called the temple of Balaji. Balaji means…bal means child, and Balaji has become the name for Krishna. And then everything is simple because about his childhood you cannot raise all those questions which would be raised later on….
He becomes a politician, a warrior, manages the whole war and collects all those women—anything that you can imagine, he has done it. So in India there are many temples which are of the child Krishna….
And in India many temples are called Balaji's temple, which means Krishna in his childhood.
This Balaji's mandir was just in front of the house of the man who had made it. Because of the temple and the man's devotion, continuous devotion…. He would take a bath—just in front of the temple was a well—he would take a bath there first thing. Then he would do his prayers for hours; and he was thought to be very religious. By and by people started also calling him Balaji. It became so associated that I don't remember his real name myself because by the time I had any idea that he existed, I only heard his name as Balaji. But that cannot be his name; that name must have come because he made the temple.
I used to go to the temple because the temple was very beautiful and very silent—except for this Balaji who was a disturbance there. And for hours—he was a rich man so there was no need for him to be worried about time—three hours in the morning, three hours in the evening, he was constantly torturing the god of the temple. Nobody used to go there, although the temple was so beautiful that many people would have gone there; they would go to a temple further away because this Balaji was too much. And his noise—it can only be called noise, it was not music—his singing was such that it would make you an enemy of singing for your whole life.
But I used to go there and we became friendly. He was an old man. I said, "Balaji, three hours in the morning, three hours in the evening—what are you asking for? And everyday?—and he has not given it to you?"
He said, "I am not asking for any material things. I ask for spiritual things. And it is not a matter of one day; you have to continue your whole life and they will be given after death. But it is certain they will be given: I have made the temple, I serve the lord, I pray; you can see even in winter, with wet clothes…." It is thought to be a special quality of devotion, to be shivering with wet clothes. My own idea is that with shivering, singing comes easier. You start shouting to forget the shivering.
I said, "My idea about it is different but I will not tell you. Just one thing I want because my grandfather goes on saying, 'These are only cowards; this Balaji is a coward. Six hours a day he is wasting, and it is such a small life; and he is a coward.'"
He said, "Your grandfather said that I am a coward?"
I said, "I can bring him."
He said, "No, don't bring him to the temple because it will be an unnecessary trouble—but I am not a coward."
I said, "Okay, we will see whether you are a coward or not."
Behind his temple there was what in India is called an akhara, where people learn to wrestle, do exercises, and the Indian type of wrestling. I used to go there—it was just behind the temple, by the side of the temple—so I had all the wrestlers there as my friends. I asked three of them, "Tonight you have to help me."
They said, "What has to be done?"
I said, "We have to take Balaji's cot—he sleeps outside his house—we have just to take his cot and put it over the well."
They said, "If he jumps or something happens he may fall into the well."
I said, "Don't worry, the well is not that deep. I have jumped into it many times—it is not that deep nor is it that dangerous. And as far as I know Balaji is not going to jump. He will shout from the cot; sitting in the cot, he will call to his Balaji, 'Save me!"'
With difficulty I could convince three persons: "You have nothing really to do with it. Just alone I cannot carry his cot, and I am asking you because you are all strong people. If he wakes up in the middle it will be difficult to reach to the well. I will wait for you. He goes to sleep at nine o'clock, by ten the street is empty and eleven is the right time not to take any chances. At eleven we can move him."
Only two persons turned up; one didn't turn up, so we were only three. I said, "This is difficult. One side of the cot… and if Balaji wakes up….I said, "Just wait, I will have to call my grandfather."
And I told my grandfather, "This is what we are going to do. You have to give us a little help."
He said, "This is a little too much. You have some nerve to ask your own grandfather to do this to that poor man who does no harm to anybody except that he shouts six hours a day…but we have become accustomed to it."
I said, "I have not come to argue about it. You just come, and anything that you want, anytime, I will owe it to you; you just say, and I will do it. But you have to come for this thing, and it is not much—just a twelve-foot road has to be crossed without waking up Balaji."
So he came. That's why I say he was a very rare man—he was seventy-five! He came. He said, "Okay, let us have this experience also and see what happens."
The two wrestlers started escaping, seeing my grandfather. I said, "Wait, where are you going?"
They said, "Your grandfather is coming."
I said, "I am bringing him. He is the fourth person. If you escape then I will be at a loss. My grandfather and I will not be able to manage. We can carry him, but he will wake up. You need not be worried."
They said, "Are you sure of your grandfather?—because they are almost of the same age; they may be friends and some trouble may arise. He may tell on us."
I said, "I am there, he cannot get me into any trouble. So don't you be afraid, you will not be in any trouble, and he does not know your names or anything."
We carried Balaji and put his cot over his small well. Only he used to take a bath there, and once in a while I used to jump into it, which he was very much against—but what can you do? Once I had jumped in, he had to arrange to take me out. I said, "What can you do now? The only thing is to take me out. And if you harass me, I will jump in every day. And if you talk about it to my family, then you know I will start bringing my friends to jump into it. So right now, keep it a secret between us. You take your bath outside, I take my bath inside; there is no harm."
It was a very small well, so the cot could completely fit over it. Then I told my grandfather, "You go away because if you are caught then the whole city will think that this is going too far."
And then, from far away we started throwing stones to wake him up…because if he did not wake up the whole night, he might turn and fall into the well, and something would go wrong. The moment he woke up he gave such a scream! We had heard his voice, but this…! The whole neighborhood gathered. He was sitting in his cot and he said, "Who has done it?" He was trembling and shaking and afraid.
People said, "Please get out of the cot at least. Then we will find out what has happened." I was there in the crowd, and I said,"What is the matter? You could have called your Balaji. But you didn't call him, you gave a scream and you forgot all about Balaji. Six hours training every day for your whole life…."
He looked at me and he said, "Is that too a secret?"
I said, "Now there are two secrets you have to keep. One you have already kept for many years. This is now the second."
But from that day he stopped that three hours shouting in the temple. I was puzzled. Everybody was puzzled. He stopped taking a bath in that well, and those three hours evening and morning he just forgot. He arranged a servant priest to come every morning to do a little worship and that was all.
I asked him, "Balaji, what has happened?"
He said, "I had told you a lie that I am not afraid. But that night, waking up over the well—that shriek was not mine." You can call it the primal scream. It was not his, that is certainly true. It must have come from his deepest unconscious. He said, "That scream made me aware that I am really an afraid man, and all my prayers are nothing but trying to persuade God to save me, to help me, to protect me.
"But you have destroyed all that, and what you have done was good for me. I am finished with all that nonsense. I tortured the whole neighborhood my whole life, and if you had not done that, I may have continued. I am aware now that I am afraid. And I feel that it is better to accept my fear because my whole life has been meaningless and my fear is the same."
Only in 1970, I went for the last time to my city. I had a promise with my mother's mother that when she dies—she had taken it as a promise—that I would come. So I had gone. I just went around the town to meet people and I saw Balaji. He was looking a totally different man. I asked him, "What has happened?"
He said, "That scream changed me completely. I started to live the fear. Okay, if I am a coward, then I am a coward; I am not responsible for it. If there is fear, there is fear; I was born with it. But slowly, slowly as my acceptance grew deeper, that fear has disappeared, that cowardliness has disappeared.
"In fact I have disposed of the servant from the temple, because if my prayers have not been heard, then how is a servant's prayer going to be heard…a servant who goes to thirty temples the whole day?"because he gets two rupees from each temple. "He is praying for two rupees. So I have disposed of him. And I am perfectly at ease, and I don't bother a bit whether God exists or not. That is His problem, why should I be bothered?
"But I am feeling very fresh and very young in my old age. I wanted to see you, but I could not come, I am too old. I wanted to thank you that you did that mischief; otherwise, I would have continually prayed and died, and it was all just meaningless, useless. Now I will be dying more like a man freed, completely freed." He took me into his house. I had been there before; all the religious books were removed. He said, "I am no longer interested in all that." ignor17

I have come across many priests, and it was, in the beginning, a great shock to me that they are people who know nothing about religion; they are the people who know nothing of prayer; they are the people who have never meditated. They worship, but their worship is superficial—it is not of the heart—and they worship on behalf of someone else. They are servants, not really priests.

In India, every rich man has a small temple in his house. But the rich man has no time for God. Why waste time for God? In that much time, he can earn much. A priest can be purchased—and he will pray on behalf of you.
Man is so deceptive that he can deceive even himself. The god is dead; he has purchased it from the market. It is nothing but stone, carved into the shape of some unknown god who has never been seen by anyone. The god is just a thing. Of course, the richer the man, the costlier will be the god. But whether costly or not, it is a commodity. And on top of that, even the priest is a salaried servant. He has nothing to do with God—he has something to do with money. I have seen priests running from one temple to another. If a priest can manage to pray in twenty temples, then he is a rich priest.
 

The whole idea is so absurd and unbelievable.

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