Regarding the question about languages in the astral, it is my understanding that telepathy is often used, with accompanying mental images -- also, however, sometimes language is used. The language often effortlessly appears, appropriate to whomever the listener is. There are stories of Yogananda speaking with people in languages other than Bengali or English. For example, a Spanish-speaking woman recounted how Yogananda had a prolonged conversation with her in Spanish, although there was no indication that Yogananda had ever learned Spanish in the normal way. Similarly, there's a story about Anandimoyee Ma being asked if she could speak in English. Her reply was, "Yes, if I concentrated on it.". Also, there are numerous anecdotes of Neem Karoli Baba speaking to his followers in English though there's no normal way he would have known that language.
The scariest thing about what he has said is the possibility that this lifetime comes to an end and you automatically and immediately go right into the womb for another lifetime. If you practice meditation, I don’t think there is anything more important than being able to stop that from happening.
Sir, I really bow my head for ur speech and wisdom. I had been saw & talked with angel's in my life past 10 years. I agree ur thought, my question is that who is Jesus, is he son of God? Is the Bible is fake?
Brother, please read Ramakrishna story, you will find response. Jesus was an avatar. No religion is fake, they all are true, but not suitable for everybody.
Having seen the white light being break curses and make deformities disappear and make the bodies young and pleasing to the eyes makes me a believer that it is the white light being that is good. *. I have also seen Angels and so I believe they are real also. *. I am christiany for a reason but not Christian because I disagree with some of their doctrines such as that turn the other cheek and don’t fight back doctrine. Thug and or thugs cannot always be stopped with hugs and kisses and so even the Angels have warrior Angels.
Good question - here is how Yogananda describes it in his "Autobiography of a Yogi": Sri Yukteswar seldom indulged in riddles; I was bewildered. He struck gently on my chest above the heart. My body became immovably rooted; breath was drawn out of my lungs as if by some huge magnet. Soul and mind instantly lost their physical bondage, and streamed out like a fluid piercing light from my every pore. The flesh was as though dead, yet in my intense awareness I knew that never before had I been fully alive. My sense of identity was no longer narrowly confined to a body, but embraced the circumambient atoms. People on distant streets seemed to be moving gently over my own remote periphery. The roots of plants and trees appeared through a dim transparency of the soil; I discerned the inward flow of their sap. The whole vicinity lay bare before me. My ordinary frontal vision was now changed to a vast spherical sight, simultaneously all-perceptive. Through the back of my head I saw men strolling far down Rai Ghat Road, and noticed also a white cow who was leisurely approaching. When she reached the space in front of the open ashram gate, I observed her with my two physical eyes. As she passed by, behind the brick wall, I saw her clearly still. All objects within my panoramic gaze trembled and vibrated like quick motion pictures. My body, Master’s, the pillared courtyard, the furniture and floor, the trees and sunshine, occasionally became violently agitated, until all melted into a luminescent sea; even as sugar crystals, thrown into a glass of water, dissolve after being shaken. The unifying light alternated with materializations of form, the metamorphoses revealing the law of cause and effect in creation. An oceanic joy broke upon calm endless shores of my soul. The Spirit of God, I realized, is exhaustless Bliss; His body is countless tissues of light. A swelling glory within me began to envelop towns, continents, the earth, solar and stellar systems, tenuous nebulae, and floating universes. The entire cosmos, gently luminous, like a city seen afar at night, glimmered within the infinitude of my being. The sharply etched global outlines faded somewhat at the farthest edges; there I could see a mellow radiance, ever-undiminished. It was indescribably subtle; the planetary pictures were formed of a grosser light. The divine dispersion of rays poured from an Eternal Source, blazing into galaxies, transfigured with ineffable auras. Again and again I saw the creative beams condense into constellations, then resolve into sheets of transparent flame. By rhythmic reversion, sextillion worlds passed into diaphanous luster; fire became firmament. I cognized the center of the empyrean as a point of intuitive perception in my heart. Irradiating splendor issued from my nucleus to every part of the universal structure. Blissful amrita, the nectar of immortality, pulsed through me with a quicksilverlike fluidity. The creative voice of God I heard resounding as Aum,*(1)ctx_py_Autobiography_foot_97 the vibration of the Cosmic Motor. Suddenly the breath returned to my lungs. With a disappointment almost unbearable, I realized that my infinite immensity was lost. Once more I was limited to the humiliating cage of a body, not easily accommodative to the Spirit. Like a prodigal child, I had run away from my macrocosmic home and imprisoned myself in a narrow microcosm. My guru was standing motionless before me; I started to drop at his holy feet in gratitude for the experience in cosmic consciousness which I had long passionately sought. He held me upright, and spoke calmly, unpretentiously. “You must not get overdrunk with ecstasy. Much work yet remains for you in the world. Come; let us sweep the balcony floor; then we shall walk by the Ganges.” I fetched a broom; Master, I knew, was teaching me the secret of balanced living. The soul must stretch over the cosmogonic abysses, while the body performs its daily duties. When we set out later for a stroll, I was still entranced in unspeakable rapture. I saw our bodies as two astral pictures, moving over a road by the river whose essence was sheer light. “It is the Spirit of God that actively sustains every form and force in the universe; yet He is transcendental and aloof in the blissful uncreated void beyond the worlds of vibratory phenomena,”*(2)ctx_py_Autobiography_foot_98 Master explained. “Saints who realize their divinity even while in the flesh know a similar twofold existence. Conscientiously engaging in earthly work, they yet remain immersed in an inward beatitude. The Lord has created all men from the limitless joy of His being. Though they are painfully cramped by the body, God nevertheless expects that souls made in His image shall ultimately rise above all sense identifications and reunite with Him.” The cosmic vision left many permanent lessons. By daily stilling my thoughts, I could win release from the delusive conviction that my body was a mass of flesh and bones, traversing the hard soil of matter. The breath and the restless mind, I saw, were like storms which lashed the ocean of light into waves of material forms - earth, sky, human beings, animals, birds, trees. No perception of the Infinite as One Light could be had except by calming those storms. As often as I silenced the two natural tumults, I beheld the multitudinous waves of creation melt into one lucent sea, even as the waves of the ocean, their tempests subsiding, serenely dissolve into unity. A master bestows the divine experience of cosmic consciousness when his disciple, by meditation, has strengthened his mind to a degree where the vast vistas would not overwhelm him. The experience can never be given through one’s mere intellectual willingness or open-mindedness. Only adequate enlargement by yoga practice and devotional bhakti can prepare the mind to absorb the liberating shock of omnipresence. It comes with a natural inevitability to the sincere devotee. His intense craving begins to pull at God with an irresistible force. The Lord, as the Cosmic Vision, is drawn by the seeker’s magnetic ardor into his range of consciousness. I wrote, in my later years, the following poem, “Samadhi,” endeavoring to convey the glory of its cosmic state: Vanished the veils of light and shade, Lifted every vapor of sorrow, Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy, Gone the dim sensory mirage. Love, hate, health, disease, life, death, Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality. Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools, Melting in the vast sea of bliss. The storm of maya stilled By magic wand of intuition deep. The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks, Ready to invade my newly-wakened memory divine. I live without the cosmic shadow, But it is not, bereft of me; As the sea exists without the waves, But they breathe not without the sea. Dreams, wakings, states of deep turia sleep, Present, past, future, no more for me, But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere. Planets, stars, stardust, earth, Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms, Creation’s molding furnace, Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods, Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come, Every blade of grass, myself, mankind, Each particle of universal dust, Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust, I swallowed, transmuted all Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being! Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation Blinding my tearful eyes, Burst into immortal flames of bliss, Consumed my tears, my frame, my all. Thou art I, I am Thou, Knowing, Knower, Known, as One! Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever-new peace! Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss! Not an unconscious state Or mental chloroform without wilful return, Samadhi but extends my conscious realm Beyond limits of the mortal frame To farthest boundary of eternity Where I, the Cosmic Sea, Watch the little ego floating in Me. The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without My sight. All space floats like an iceberg in My mental sea. Colossal Container, I, of all things made. By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation Comes this celestial samadhi. Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard, The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid! Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae! Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils, Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons, Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum, Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays Of all-pervading bliss. From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt. Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves. Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light, Lift aright. Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself. Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory. Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above. Eternity and I, one united ray. A tiny bubble of laughter, I Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself. Sri Yukteswar taught me how to summon the blessed experience at will, and also how to transmit it to others if their intuitive channels were developed. For months I entered the ecstatic union, comprehending why the Upanishads say God is rasa, “the most relishable.”
My opinion is that one should not get himself stuck only to religious books(thripitake,bible etc.) Becos they don't always represant original words of its religious leader instead keep searching for truth.never frame yourself only to your religion coming by birth. And there is only one person who is teaching how to jump out of this cycle of birth he is "samanthabadra" a monk in sri lanka.99% of 🇱🇰 monks are against him becos his teaching is not in "thripitake" but "truth" is always the other way of the traditon. And "truth" is a story which is not in a book. "samanthabadra" carries the massage of god.
"To think there's no aliens in the universe is ridiculous," I think this is a safe claim to make. Everyone knows the general weight of the statistics in this regard. The idea that aliens came to 'help humanity', or are even among us now as aliens and not hypothetical reincarnations of beings from other planets, is just as ridiculous. The logistics of space travel make this highly unlikely. The closest thing we can theorize regarding FTL travel would require an energy source that does not exist in nature. FTL travel is an impossibility, and it would be the only way to justify the resource cost of traveling the immense cosmic distances involved. If a space-faring technic civilization exists, it is probably bound to its native system, and if they're half as wise as we seem to expect them to be then they probably saw that there is no need for space travel. If they are spiritually advanced, they don't rely on themselves for survival, they rely on God. They won't have much need for material possessions, so space-based industry is unnecessary. Now, lets just entertain the idea that they do have some sort of FTL travel, or perhaps travelling the hundreds, thousands, millions of years across interstellar distance is somehow some practical triviality for them (maybe a form of stasis technology that preserves them), They would still have to have advanced across a lot of social and technological barriers that can only be learned the hard way. Unless the whole species was spiritually and mentally matured, which would also require a long history of learning lessons, those lessons and their perspective would show them that trying to tell other people how to learn lessons would, giving people answers, or making their lives easier with less suffering, would only stunt their growth, especially in the case of humanity. We're talking about a completely different mental landscape having evolved in a much different environment, their symbols for orienting themselves in the world would be very different except for (and this is on the basis that hinduism would be the eternal religion) a hierarchy of ideals/archetypes, which is obvious enough to us in hindsight and after (guess what?) learning lessons. It would make the role of benevolent aliens arbitrary and most-likely harmful, as it was said in the video: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Is Astral world exact replica of this physical world. Why I think so because everything g in this universe operates on principle of duality. Nothing operates in void. Physical reality has to be balanced by invisible reality. As you said we have energy body. Does that mean we have more energy than tiger or lion. As human we are more evolved being then these two animal. If yes then we have more questions related to this. On what basis you said rock has consciousness. Despite consciousness it shows lifeless character. Does that mean just like some tibetan monk rock is in state of meditation. Please let me know the answer.
I too used to feel the same, but once I read somewhere that it was decided that the interviewers will act as if they are new to these teachings/knowledge. Whereas the truth is, that they are regular meditators and devotees.
Its just the way the brows are shaped in some humans. Her face cut reminds me of yesteryear indian actress Lalita Pawar. She runs the Ananda center at Rancho Cordova, CA (Sacramento area) and she is a great devotee of Sri Paramahansa Yogananda.
We some viewer are not understanding english clearly . Could you translate in hindi language please ? We want to know the what knowledge he has gained .
Speaking of astral World, I would very much like to know if one will be able to speak there one's native language; I think this is a question of major importance, to know what language you speak in your astral body.
There may be no individuality in Astral world. All energies merge. Its like vacuum or air. Language are relevant in material world with physical demarcation. Its all illusion.
Brilliant, extremely sharp minded, amazing, beautiful supernatural Light Being!Thank you for all your wisdom! Namaste'
Regarding the question about languages in the astral, it is my understanding that telepathy is often used, with accompanying mental images -- also, however, sometimes language is used. The language often effortlessly appears, appropriate to whomever the listener is. There are stories of Yogananda speaking with people in languages other than Bengali or English. For example, a Spanish-speaking woman recounted how Yogananda had a prolonged conversation with her in Spanish, although there was no indication that Yogananda had ever learned Spanish in the normal way. Similarly, there's a story about Anandimoyee Ma being asked if she could speak in English. Her reply was, "Yes, if I concentrated on it.". Also, there are numerous anecdotes of Neem Karoli Baba speaking to his followers in English though there's no normal way he would have known that language.
As far as we know nothing travels faster than light. But what do we really know? Maybe energy travels faster than light.
The Truth is one and eternal... by whatever name or form. Don’t worry about institutionalism!
The scariest thing about what he has said is the possibility that this lifetime comes to an end and you automatically and immediately go right into the womb for another lifetime. If you practice meditation, I don’t think there is anything more important than being able to stop that from happening.
Beautiful Message
Thank you! 🙏🏼❤️
he is simply adorable.
prickling a worm ? how is that for hurting an animal.
Once again I agree whole heartedly :)
Beautiful explanation, Thanks a lot.
thanks swamiji nice conversation....
Wow what a good credible source : a family in Arizona told him they say a ufo with portals in them 👏🏻 what a brilliant man
Hinduism is the most sensible religion
anonymous 101 and Buddhism as well
@@diegomorata2885 the ideas of buddhism are an outcrop of hinduism
The eternal religion is the one true religion.
@cameo 101, WHAT , You haven't spoken to their Goddess have you , do so , And listen carefully to what they say , its not as sensible as you think .
All religions are wrong. They all have truths but not a single one is right.
🌻🌻🌻❤️🌻🌻🌻
Sir, I really bow my head for ur speech and wisdom. I had been saw & talked with angel's in my life past 10 years. I agree ur thought, my question is that who is Jesus, is he son of God? Is the Bible is fake?
Brother, please read Ramakrishna story, you will find response. Jesus was an avatar. No religion is fake, they all are true, but not suitable for everybody.
Having seen the white light being break curses and make deformities disappear and make the bodies young and pleasing to the eyes makes me a believer that it is the white light being that is good.
*. I have also seen Angels and so I believe they are real also.
*. I am christiany for a reason but not Christian because I disagree with some of their doctrines such as that turn the other cheek and don’t fight back doctrine. Thug and or thugs cannot always be stopped with hugs and kisses and so even the Angels have warrior Angels.
I thought somewhere in the Vedic texts said tht one must travel astrally to travel in space. Tht nuts and bolts are not interstellar?
but my question is what is after getting bliss from god, what is the state after getting jivan mukta freedom?????
Good question - here is how Yogananda describes it in his "Autobiography of a Yogi":
Sri Yukteswar seldom indulged in riddles; I was bewildered. He struck gently on my chest above the heart.
My body became immovably rooted; breath was drawn out of my lungs as if by some huge magnet. Soul and mind instantly lost their physical bondage, and streamed out like a fluid piercing light from my every pore. The flesh was as though dead, yet in my intense awareness I knew that never before had I been fully alive. My sense of identity was no longer narrowly confined to a body, but embraced the circumambient atoms. People on distant streets seemed to be moving gently over my own remote periphery. The roots of plants and trees appeared through a dim transparency of the soil; I discerned the inward flow of their sap.
The whole vicinity lay bare before me. My ordinary frontal vision was now changed to a vast spherical sight, simultaneously all-perceptive. Through the back of my head I saw men strolling far down Rai Ghat Road, and noticed also a white cow who was leisurely approaching. When she reached the space in front of the open ashram gate, I observed her with my two physical eyes. As she passed by, behind the brick wall, I saw her clearly still.
All objects within my panoramic gaze trembled and vibrated like quick motion pictures. My body, Master’s, the pillared courtyard, the furniture and floor, the trees and sunshine, occasionally became violently agitated, until all melted into a luminescent sea; even as sugar crystals, thrown into a glass of water, dissolve after being shaken. The unifying light alternated with materializations of form, the metamorphoses revealing the law of cause and effect in creation.
An oceanic joy broke upon calm endless shores of my soul. The Spirit of God, I realized, is exhaustless Bliss; His body is countless tissues of light. A swelling glory within me began to envelop towns, continents, the earth, solar and stellar systems, tenuous nebulae, and floating universes. The entire cosmos, gently luminous, like a city seen afar at night, glimmered within the infinitude of my being. The sharply etched global outlines faded somewhat at the farthest edges; there I could see a mellow radiance, ever-undiminished. It was indescribably subtle; the planetary pictures were formed of a grosser light.
The divine dispersion of rays poured from an Eternal Source, blazing into galaxies, transfigured with ineffable auras. Again and again I saw the creative beams condense into constellations, then resolve into sheets of transparent flame. By rhythmic reversion, sextillion worlds passed into diaphanous luster; fire became firmament.
I cognized the center of the empyrean as a point of intuitive perception in my heart. Irradiating splendor issued from my nucleus to every part of the universal structure. Blissful amrita, the nectar of immortality, pulsed through me with a quicksilverlike fluidity. The creative voice of God I heard resounding as Aum,*(1)ctx_py_Autobiography_foot_97 the vibration of the Cosmic Motor.
Suddenly the breath returned to my lungs. With a disappointment almost unbearable, I realized that my infinite immensity was lost. Once more I was limited to the humiliating cage of a body, not easily accommodative to the Spirit. Like a prodigal child, I had run away from my macrocosmic home and imprisoned myself in a narrow microcosm.
My guru was standing motionless before me; I started to drop at his holy feet in gratitude for the experience in cosmic consciousness which I had long passionately sought. He held me upright, and spoke calmly, unpretentiously.
“You must not get overdrunk with ecstasy. Much work yet remains for you in the world. Come; let us sweep the balcony floor; then we shall walk by the Ganges.”
I fetched a broom; Master, I knew, was teaching me the secret of balanced living. The soul must stretch over the cosmogonic abysses, while the body performs its daily duties. When we set out later for a stroll, I was still entranced in unspeakable rapture. I saw our bodies as two astral pictures, moving over a road by the river whose essence was sheer light.
“It is the Spirit of God that actively sustains every form and force in the universe; yet He is transcendental and aloof in the blissful uncreated void beyond the worlds of vibratory phenomena,”*(2)ctx_py_Autobiography_foot_98 Master explained. “Saints who realize their divinity even while in the flesh know a similar twofold existence. Conscientiously engaging in earthly work, they yet remain immersed in an inward beatitude. The Lord has created all men from the limitless joy of His being. Though they are painfully cramped by the body, God nevertheless expects that souls made in His image shall ultimately rise above all sense identifications and reunite with Him.”
The cosmic vision left many permanent lessons. By daily stilling my thoughts, I could win release from the delusive conviction that my body was a mass of flesh and bones, traversing the hard soil of matter. The breath and the restless mind, I saw, were like storms which lashed the ocean of light into waves of material forms - earth, sky, human beings, animals, birds, trees. No perception of the Infinite as One Light could be had except by calming those storms. As often as I silenced the two natural tumults, I beheld the multitudinous waves of creation melt into one lucent sea, even as the waves of the ocean, their tempests subsiding, serenely dissolve into unity.
A master bestows the divine experience of cosmic consciousness when his disciple, by meditation, has strengthened his mind to a degree where the vast vistas would not overwhelm him. The experience can never be given through one’s mere intellectual willingness or open-mindedness. Only adequate enlargement by yoga practice and devotional bhakti can prepare the mind to absorb the liberating shock of omnipresence. It comes with a natural inevitability to the sincere devotee. His intense craving begins to pull at God with an irresistible force. The Lord, as the Cosmic Vision, is drawn by the seeker’s magnetic ardor into his range of consciousness.
I wrote, in my later years, the following poem, “Samadhi,” endeavoring to convey the glory of its cosmic state:
Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
Ready to invade my newly-wakened memory divine.
I live without the cosmic shadow,
But it is not, bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turia sleep,
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever-new peace!
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
Not an unconscious state
Or mental chloroform without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in Me.
The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without My sight.
All space floats like an iceberg in My mental sea.
Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
Comes this celestial samadhi.
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-pervading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.
Sri Yukteswar taught me how to summon the blessed experience at will, and also how to transmit it to others if their intuitive channels were developed. For months I entered the ecstatic union, comprehending why the Upanishads say God is rasa, “the most relishable.”
The female questioner sort of looks like a young version of Data Mata (Faye Wright)... (to me, anyway)
PurpleSupernova that's exactly what I thought.
My opinion is that one should not get himself stuck only to religious books(thripitake,bible etc.) Becos they don't always represant original words of its religious leader instead keep searching for truth.never frame yourself only to your religion coming by birth. And there is only one person who is teaching how to jump out of this cycle of birth he is "samanthabadra" a monk in sri lanka.99% of 🇱🇰 monks are against him becos his teaching is not in "thripitake" but "truth" is always the other way of the traditon. And "truth" is a story which is not in a book. "samanthabadra" carries the massage of god.
"To think there's no aliens in the universe is ridiculous," I think this is a safe claim to make. Everyone knows the general weight of the statistics in this regard. The idea that aliens came to 'help humanity', or are even among us now as aliens and not hypothetical reincarnations of beings from other planets, is just as ridiculous. The logistics of space travel make this highly unlikely. The closest thing we can theorize regarding FTL travel would require an energy source that does not exist in nature. FTL travel is an impossibility, and it would be the only way to justify the resource cost of traveling the immense cosmic distances involved. If a space-faring technic civilization exists, it is probably bound to its native system, and if they're half as wise as we seem to expect them to be then they probably saw that there is no need for space travel. If they are spiritually advanced, they don't rely on themselves for survival, they rely on God. They won't have much need for material possessions, so space-based industry is unnecessary.
Now, lets just entertain the idea that they do have some sort of FTL travel, or perhaps travelling the hundreds, thousands, millions of years across interstellar distance is somehow some practical triviality for them (maybe a form of stasis technology that preserves them), They would still have to have advanced across a lot of social and technological barriers that can only be learned the hard way. Unless the whole species was spiritually and mentally matured, which would also require a long history of learning lessons, those lessons and their perspective would show them that trying to tell other people how to learn lessons would, giving people answers, or making their lives easier with less suffering, would only stunt their growth, especially in the case of humanity. We're talking about a completely different mental landscape having evolved in a much different environment, their symbols for orienting themselves in the world would be very different except for (and this is on the basis that hinduism would be the eternal religion) a hierarchy of ideals/archetypes, which is obvious enough to us in hindsight and after (guess what?) learning lessons. It would make the role of benevolent aliens arbitrary and most-likely harmful, as it was said in the video: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Layers of dimensions. Not space travel.
Is Astral world exact replica of this physical world. Why I think so because everything g in this universe operates on principle of duality. Nothing operates in void. Physical reality has to be balanced by invisible reality. As you said we have energy body. Does that mean we have more energy than tiger or lion. As human we are more evolved being then these two animal. If yes then we have more questions related to this. On what basis you said rock has consciousness. Despite consciousness it shows lifeless character. Does that mean just like some tibetan monk rock is in state of meditation. Please let me know the answer.
its just jargon and neo new age bs ...
No offense but the facial expression of the lady seems a bit skeptical to watever Swamiji says..!!!
I too used to feel the same, but once I read somewhere that it was decided that the interviewers will act as if they are new to these teachings/knowledge. Whereas the truth is, that they are regular meditators and devotees.
Its just the way the brows are shaped in some humans. Her face cut reminds me of yesteryear indian actress Lalita Pawar. She runs the Ananda center at Rancho Cordova, CA (Sacramento area) and she is a great devotee of Sri Paramahansa Yogananda.
We some viewer are not understanding english clearly . Could you translate in hindi language please ? We want to know the what knowledge he has gained .
Speaking of astral World, I would very much like to know if one will be able to speak there one's native language; I think this is a question of major importance, to know what language you speak in your astral body.
Speaking is something done physically through vocal chords, In Astral world I am guessing they use telepathy to convey ideas.
There may be no individuality in Astral world. All energies merge. Its like vacuum or air. Language are relevant in material world with physical demarcation. Its all illusion.
Read the chapter "The Resurrection of Sri Yukteswar" in Autobiography of a Yogi.
Telepathy is used. Words are limiting.
Animals can’t talk? Yes, they can and do, if people were only listening.
his voice sounds a little like timmothy leary's voice