A Magnificent Unity
In continuation you are experiencing the faculty of geniuses who become totally absorbed in what they’re doing, completely forgetting themselves or any considerations of technique or their appearance: they are rapt, engaged completely and totally in their music, art, or inventiveness. They bring to humanity the wealth of higher consciousness, the inspired answers, solutions, and inventions from superconscious realms.
You will experience the greatest thrill of your life — excepting possibly the exalted moods of relationship mentioned in our YogaWorld website. The thrill is indescribable. It is pure being, free of false, egoic opinion and egocentricity. Continuation is total apprehension of the object meditated upon, which in most cases, as you can assume, will not be an apple.
This indescribably blissful period of freedom from the tyranny of the ego and the mind, while experiencing the pure source of consciousness itself, is life-giving and ever so regenerative. You sense in samadhi the possibilities of life which are available to every human being when the barriers of mental, emotional, and egoic chaos are temporarily suspended.
Various analogies are used to describe continuation. None of them are adequate. However, as Ernest Wood, author and teacher of higher consciousness observed, samadhi is like that point at which separate notes become music. It is similar to the point at which two separate gases — oxygen and hydrogen — are fused together and an entirely new and different substance, which is the product of hydrogen and oxygen, suddenly comes into being as water.
St. Thomas Aquinas, considered the greatest intellectual theologian of his time, spent most of his life writing a vast treatise on God and the universe. Then, at a mass in Naples in 1273 A.D., he actually experienced a vision and a great samadhi. Later, he said, "I cannot go on . . . all that I have written seems to me like so much straw compared to what I have seen and what has been revealed to me." ** At last he was seeing from his true nature. His writing had greatly missed expression of the reality he now beheld. The "notes" of his life had become music.
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