20 Saddharshanam -Single Unbroken Cognition

20. Single Unbroken Cognition

Intense vision of God

Is a projection that is odd

Kundalini rising to the crown

A perception eventually goes down

Permanent duality in different forms

Mistaken points of multiple reforms

Collective prayers make 'God' take form

New 'Avatar' takes place to transform

Mandukya

Atma is not an internal experience (Antaprajñā)

Atma is not the external world (Bhahirprajñā)

Atma is not the combined 'Avatar' (Ubhayataprajñā)

Atma is not the mass of awareness (Prajñāghanam)

Atma is not just inert (Aprajñā)

Atma is not just all knowledge (Prajñā)

Atma cannot be seen

Atma cannot do any transaction

Atma cannot be grasped

Atma cannot be known by inference

Atma is not enveloped by thought

Atma cannot be communicated

Atma cannot be described

It is known through the essence of

that single unbroken cognition

नान्तःप्रज्ञं न बहिष्प्रज्ञं नोभयतःप्रज्ञं न प्रज्ञानघनं
न प्रज्ञं नाप्रज्ञम् । अदृष्टमव्यवहार्यमग्राह्यमलक्षणं
अचिन्त्यमव्यपदेश्यमेकात्मप्रत्ययसारं प्रपञ्चोपशमं
शान्तं शिवमद्वैतं चतुर्थं मन्यन्ते स आत्मा स विज्ञेयः

Once this is known,

Universe disappears as shown

It is no longer an object other than self

It is now just an extension of one self

No longer there any source of yearning

No longer there any source of threat

No chaos or cacophony

Everything is now in harmony

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji Class 27

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