There simply was NO DIVISION at all between me and everything that I viewed.

Mystical Experiencer:  Male in late sixties 
Current Location:  U.S.A.  
Age at time of experience:  28

I was dancing and chanting (in Sanskrit) at Swami Muktananda's ashram in Ganeshpuri, India. It was late at night in 1971 when there were only a dozen or so Westerners staying at the ashram. I was there for a week or so. (Although this next part may have occurred the night before or after my primary experience, it is well worth mentioning.) I left the main shrine to urinate, then came back in the dark. I stumbled upon a smiling Muktananda peeking through a small window or view slot at the dancers. We briefly looked at one another, with mutual smiles, as I passed.

Once inside I resumed the whirling dancing and exuberant chanting of Om (and some other mantras). At some point, my heart simply filled with love and warmth and universal goodwill. How could one not love everybody and everything since there was no separation between one's self, other selves, and the Self itself? I saw the scene like a Pointalist painting with all the matter being interconnected atoms or tiny points of light. There simply was NO DIVISION at all between me and everything that I viewed.

I'm sure that this way of seeing would have extended endlessly in all directions if I had walked outside to see the stars or other people. All the stories of past mystics made more sense as I experienced what they so often poetically yet inadequately described. Where was fear or death when there was only a total one-ness? I felt that the world truly is a stage on which we as disguised incarnations of God play out our parts for sheer enjoyment, regardless of external circumstances.

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