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down the steps, and thrice the head shouted 'I am god!' It is a very beautiful story....
In life or in death a real man is the same. Even death makes no difference. Life and death are irrelevant; to the real man who has known his original face all is the same.
Once one has known the eternal truth there is no death. The body can be destroyed -- the body will be destroyed, some way, some day -- but there is something in you which is indestructible, and that is bliss. To know that is bliss; to know 'I am god' is bliss. In knowing 'I am god' you are not denying the godhood of anybody else; in fact you are proclaiming the godhood of everybody else. Everybody is included in that proclamation, it is not egoistic.
Let that become your mantra: silently, deep down, start feeling 'I am god and so is everyone else.' Let that feeling permeate your whole being. Become Sarmad, in life and in death both.
Sarmado. It will mean the same. And that has to become your meditation too: 'I am god.' It has nothing to do with I. In feeling 'I am god' the I starts dissolving. A moment comes when there is only godliness; the I has disappeared utterly. Only a fragrance, only an invisible feeling, remains; even the flower is no more there. Then one has come home. One has transcended all gross realities, one has reached the ultimate essence.
The emphasis in 'I am god' is not on I. If it is on I then the whole point is missed. The emphasis is on god; slowly slowly the I dissolves into god. If the emphasis is on the I then slowly slowly god disappears and it is only the ego pretending. So the mantra is dangerous: on one side is I, this world; on the other side is god, that world; and between the two is a small bridge of am-ness, of is-ness.
First one has to feel more and more am-ness and less and less I-ness, then one has moved onto the bridge. Slowly slowly I is left behind, then even am-ness disappears and there is only godliness.
I is like a root. Am is like a flower. Godliness is like a fragrance: one has arrived, the ultimate thing has happened, and that is bliss!
Deva means divine, maharshi means a seer. Truth cannot be thought about:
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