There was error several times with the connection yesterday. I decided to ask the Mercantile about the real problem. The server was down because of a virus, according to a person who picked up my phone. He was not sure when the problem would be solved. But he said, “By tomorrow morning the service will be available.”
I got a chance to read the newly purchased book. Paramahansa Yogananda’s autobiography. A thrilling story of the yogi, written by himself.
However, it’s tedious to turn the pages of dictionary. Many archaic words, many uncommon ones too.
The book helped me shift from disquiet to cosiness. I could assuage the tossing and turning state for a while. I succeeded not remembering the worldly and materialistic comfort. Spiritualistic bliss of some kind, I experienced.
I won’t say that for sure I will be a yogi or a sanyasi. But if a U-turn to that direction is taken, that will not be a surprise.
I haven’t read the whole book. When I finish it, I hope I will know something about kriya-yoga.
(For the first time, I heard about kriya-yoga in Benares this year. Anup mentioned about this way of yoga when were on the bank of the Ganges. According to him, one can see kriya-yogis at Assi Ghat. However, I did not come upon any yogi floating in sky alike what Anup had said.)
Meanwhile, another conflict within me has occurred.
Is there god? I say no. But again I want to ask, “Is there any supernatural power reigning the world?”
Well, I think what is here and there is the nature. Nature is everything. But we humans when cannot delve into the nature say it’s godly or it’s supernatural.
Materialism has limitations, I agree.
I am a kind of atheist. But for me spiritualism has significance.