Kriya Yoga:

Synthesis of a Personal Experience

Ennio Nimis

2016 Edition

Illustrations by Lorenzo Pentassuglia

CONTENTS

PART I: MY SEARCH FOR ORIGINAL KRIYA

1 Decision to devote myself to the practice of Pranayama p.3
2 From Classic Pranayama to Kriya Yoga p.20
3 From Mental Silence to the breathless state p.43
4 Search for ''Original Kriya'' p.56
5 A decision born of desperation p.73
PART II: METHODOLOGY AND TECHNIQUES OF KRIYA YOGA
6 First stage of Kriya Yoga p.86
7 Intensifying the practice of the First Kriya stage p.102
8 Incremental routines with two key examples p.114
9 Classic school: Thokar and its developments p.127
10 Tribhangamurari school p.141
11 Omkar school p.156
12 The Kriya of the cells p.171
PART III: HOW TO AVOID FAILURE ON THE SPIRITUAL PATH
13 The value of Japa Prayer p.182
14 The Prayer of the heart p.190
App.1 Radhasoami p.196
App.2 For those who follow PY's teachings p.205
App.3 Good studies p. 219
App.4 When our Kriya causes severe mood swings p.233
App.5 Illusions p.239
Glossary p.250
Bibliography p.268

CHAPTER 1
DECISION TO DEVOTE MYSELF TO THE PRACTICE OF PRANAYAMA
My spiritual search began at age 15 after I bought an introductory book on
classical Yoga. I don't remember the title of that first book, but books of
B.K.S. Iyengar followed and then finally the autobiography of an Indian
saint, where I found the term Kriya Yoga. But first things first...
In primary school, unlike my peers I borrowed esoteric books from
my parents' friends and I loved those books. I remember that the first one I
read from end to end was on occultism. Knowing the book was considered
unsuitable for my age, I was proud to be able to read and understand it. I
turned a deaf ear to any persuasive advice to dedicate myself to more
formative readings. I wasted a lot of time on worthless books and stacks of
specialized esoteric magazines with tantalizing titles and idle fancies
designed essentially to impress, and which were impossible to distinguish
in advance between fact and fiction. I also came into contact with the main
themes of occidental esotericism with short digressions into phenomena
like hypnosis and spiritualism. I continued these readings until I was about
11 years old. In the end, I felt I had traveled through an indistinct chaos and
thought that perhaps the most precious secrets were hidden in other books
which I had not been fortunate enough to find.
I saw the word "Yoga" for the first time in a postal catalog of esoteric
books among my father's correspondence. I was entranced and inexplicably
spellbound by the person pictured on the cover sitting in the "lotus
position." However, I couldn't persuade my father to buy the book for me.
When I was 15 and in high school, the esoteric flame was rekindled
for a while in a particular way: a friend told me he had a detailed textbook
containing different Pranayama techniques, and added: "These exercises
are used to obtain inner transformation...."
I was deeply intrigued by his words: what internal transformation
was he talking about? Surely my friend didn't mean the attainment of a
particular state of relaxation or concentration, or how to integrate the
oriental vision of existence with our lifestyle. He must be referring to some
intense experience that left a lasting psychological mark. Pranayama was
something I had to learn as soon as possible. But my friend would not lend
me the book.
A few days later at the train station newsstand, I spotted a simple Hatha
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Yoga manual and bought it forthwith and read it in its entirety. Although I
thought I was searching for physical and mental control, my spiritual
search had in fact begun.
This book had a long philosophical introduction that did not stir up
anything spiritual. It was neither impressive nor thought provoking (Jiva,
Prakriti, Purusha...). The authors goal seemed to be solely to give the
reader the impression of serious authority. Even concepts like
Reincarnation, Karma, Dharma, and Maya, the understanding of which in
the future would become so important in my life, remained unfathomable,
hidden in a tangle of Sanskrit terms. Pranayama was only hinted at by
explaining how to do a complete breath dilating the abdomen,
diaphragm, and upper chest during inhalation and contracting the same in
reverse order for a calm exhalation. That was clearly an introduction,
nothing else.
I was sure that the ancient art of Pranayama was not intended simply
to train the chest muscles, strengthen the diaphragm or create peculiar
conditions of blood oxygenation, but was also meant to act on the energy
present in our psycho-physical system. It was common knowledge that the
inharmonious state of that energy could be related to conflicts and
disharmonies within.
I was frustrated about the lack of in-depth information about
Pranayama. The author concluded by saying that Pranayama should be
learned from an experienced teacher but instead of adding a precise
indication (the title of a book, the name of a school...), he remained vague
about exactly how to find him, maintaining that we find the Teacher when
we are ready to learn.
As for Asanas, the book explained the name of each posture (Asana), gave
a brief note on the best mental attitude for practicing it, and explained how
each exercise stimulated certain physiological functions (important
endocrine glands, etc.). It was taken for granted that these positions were
not to be seen as simple "stretching work-outs"; but were a means of
providing a global stimulus to all the physical organs to increase their
vitality. The satisfaction I felt at the end of a session spoke to their
effectiveness.
I began doing yoga postures (Asanas) in a corner of our school
gymnasium during physical education classes. I wasn't very good in sports
anyway despite being well-conditioned by long walks. Moreover, being
able to do something significant without the inherent risks of popular and
common sports attracted me.
After the preliminary group warm-up exercises, when the teacher gave me
permission to work out on my own, I devoted myself to mastering Yoga
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positions or moving the abdominal muscles with the Nauli technique. To

my amazement one day the teacher (whom I had assumed had an opinion
of me close to zero) came over and inquired as to the secret of succeeding
in moving the abdominal muscles in such curious way. I tried to explain
how simple it was, provided that you had the constancy to work daily at it
for a couple of weeks.
Exercise to rest the mind
In that unassuming but appreciable book, there was an entire chapter
devoted to the "Corpse Pose" (Savasana), the last one to be practiced in the
daily Asana routine. The instruction was very clearly given and the author
did not lose his focus in useless philosophical embellishments. He
explained that the purpose of the exercise was to quiet the mental faculties
in order to recharge the whole psycho physical system with fresh energy. I
was attracted by the grandiose promise that by stopping all mental
functions without falling into a state of sleep and remaining for some
time in a state of pure awareness, one could obtain within one hour the
equivalent of five hours sleep. I regret not having the book anymore, but I
will describe the exercise based upon what I remember:
Lie in the supine position with arms extended alongside the body and with
eyes closed, covered with a cloth to keep the light out as much as possible.
After staying still for two or three minutes, mentally repeat ''I am
relaxed, I am calm, I am not thinking of anything.'' Then, to enter the state
of mental void visualize your thoughts including those with abstract
qualities and push them away one by one as if an internal hand were
moving them gently from the center of a mental screen toward its outer
edge. All thoughts, without exception, must be put aside; even the thought
itself of practicing a technique. You should never become annoyed by
continuous new thoughts. Picture them as objects and shift them aside. In
this way, new chains of thought are prevented from coming out.
After pushing a thought away, return your awareness to the small spot
between the eyebrows (Kutastha) which resembles a pond of peace, and
relax therein. The ability to continuously push away thoughts that knock at
the door of your attention will become almost automatic.
When, on some occasions such as practicing immediately after a strong
emotional incident the mechanism does not seem to work, convert your
concentration into a small needle which constantly touches the area
between the eyebrows just touching, without worrying about shifting
thoughts aside. You will notice that at a certain point there is no more
effort, and any remaining restless emotion subsides. The seeds of new
thoughts starting to take shape as indefinite images quivering at the edge
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of awareness cannot disturb your mental rest. Whichever of the two

methods you choose, the exercise works perfectly and after 40 minutes
you get up well-rested and recharged with new fresh energy.

In my experience, in spite of the 40 minutes promised by the book, the

final state of relaxation lasted no more than 20 minutes and the exercise
itself never more than 25-30 minutes altogether. The technique inevitably
ends in a peculiar way; the state of deep calmness is interrupted by the
thought that the exercise had not yet begun; the body always reacts with a
wince and a faster heartbeat. After a few seconds, confidence that the
exercise had been perfectly executed appears.
Difference between mind and awareness
Thanks to this technique, which became a daily habit, I realized once and
for all the difference between "mind" and "awareness".
When the mental process is eased off into perfect silence, pure
awareness without content arises. Like a luminous point duplicating itself
an unlimited amount of times, it remains unchanged for some minutes. You
know you exist and that your existence is indestructible this happens
without thinking. You have the indisputable experience that thoughts are in
essence ephemeral, and instead of revealing the final truth they cloud it.
I think that the Cartesian deduction: "I think, therefore I am" is
indefensible. It would be more correct to affirm: "Only in the silence of no
thought lies the proof and the intimate certainty of existing."
Contemplation of Beauty
Besides the dimension of esoteric oriental meditative practices, I also had a
passion for poetry and literature as well as a habit of daily seeking the
contemplation of beauty in Nature. When I was 9 years old, I borrowed a
book of poetry from the school library and copied different short poems
with naturalistic themes into a notebook. By reading them frequently, I
soon knew them all by heart. By recalling them while contemplating the
hilly surroundings beyond the outskirts of my village, I could intensify my
emotions.
As my high school years were drawing to a close, I developed a passion for
classical music and Beethoven became my idol. Despite the tragedy of his
deafness at his creative peak, he reacted in a most honorable manner and
carried on creating works he had already composed in his heart. The
Heiligenstadt Testament, where he reveals his critical condition and states
his decision with calm and total resolution, made him almost a hero and a
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saint in my eyes.
He wrote to a friend: "I have not a single friend; I must live alone.
But well I know that God is nearer to me than to other artists; I associate
with Him without fear; I have always recognized and understood him and
have no fear for my music it can meet no evil fate. Those who
understand it must be freed by it from all the miseries which the others
drag about with themselves." How could I remain indifferent? He was
drawing incomparable music out of the depths of his being, and offering it
to humanity. The triumph of this frail human creature over a nonsensical
fate had a tremendous impact on me. The daily rite of retiring to my room
to listen to that music consolidated my consecration to the Ideal.
Each day for the first three months after high school graduation,
when I experienced a strong romantic crush whose fulfillment seemed
impossible, I listened to Beethoven's Missa Solemnis. The more my
emotionalism prompted me to act rashly, which proved to be destructive to
my love affair, the more my desperate heart found refuge in that
masterpiece. During a walk in the country, sitting on a hill contemplating a
far landscape bathed in the warmth of the summer evening, his music rang
out again in my memory. What my heart craved was before me, perfect
and untarnished neither by fears nor by a sense of guilt. That was my first
spiritual experience.
Academic studies
I chose to study math at university. While attending the first classes, I
understood that a happy chapter of my life was concluded and there would
be no time for distractions like enjoying classic literature. All my attention
was focused on finding an effective method of study and a way to avoid
wasting my energies. This meant focusing in a disciplined way both during
study time and during my idle moments. For this purpose, I decided to
utilize the dynamic of the previously described exercise to rest the mind.
One bad habit I had to conquer was a tendency to daydream and
jump from one memory to another to extract moments of pleasure. I had
formed the unshakeable conviction that when thought becomes an
uncontrollable vice for many it is an utter addiction it constitutes not
only a waste of energy but is the main cause of almost all failures in our
life. The frenzied whirl of the thought process, accompanied by alternating
moods and strong emotions, creates at times unreasonable fears that hinder
the decisive action that life requires. On other occasions it fosters an
optimistic imagination that unfortunately pushes the person toward
inappropriate actions.
I was convinced that disciplined thought was the most valuable trait I
could develop, and would open the doors to fruitful achievements. My
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decision filled me with euphoric enthusiasm.

However, after breathing the limpid, sparkling, celestial state of thought
restraint for a few hours I encountered a significant mental resistance. In
the mirror of my introspection, I saw how other habits were wasting my
mental energy. One of these, wrapped and unexpectedly dignified by the
concept of socialization, was that of falling daily into nerve-wracking
discussions with friends. It was time to renounce it. I abruptly avoided
their company. Certainly mine was not an impossible sacrifice theirs was
not my world.
One day during a short afternoon walk, I saw them from afar sitting
lazily and chatting in the usual bar. My heart gave a lurch. They were my
friends and I loved each of them, yet seeing them together, they appeared
to me like chickens cooped up in a narrow space. Mercilessly I assumed
they were completely governed by the instincts of eating, partying, sex, and
generally overindulging. Whatever tragedy happened to their friend didn't
concern them, they would have kept on sipping the daily pleasure of
dawdling until misfortune hit them personally. I found it very sad and
distressing.
At that moment I again resolved to concentrate on my studies, and
passing my exams became my sole focus. I perceived that period of my life
as a descent into an unfathomable night but I knew that in order to shape
my future the way I desired, tough sacrifices were necessary. To see the
dawn of a "day of pure joy", I would have to endure momentarily a dark
emptiness: I would savor it without lament and without being tempted to
turn on a light for momentary solace.
Inspiration from Beethoven and Mahler
The incident put me in a gloomy mood, but a sentence from Beethoven's
Heiligenstadt testament came spontaneously to mind and evoked the bliss I
had enjoyed during my high school years:
O Providence - grant me at least but one day of pure joy - it has been so
long since real joy echoed in my heart - O when - O when, O Divine One shall I find it again in the temple of nature and of men? - Never? No - O
that would be too hard.

An event illuminated my life: a friend introduced me to Gustav Mahler's

Symphony No.2 "Resurrection" and invited me to a live concert of this
work. I read the information leaflet. Each part of the symphony had a
precise meaning which Mahler himself had explained in a letter to the
conductor, Bruno Walter. It was Mahler's intention to treat death as the
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inevitable end to all human enterprise.

The music itself conveyed a sense of desolation which was sweet, as
if death meant drifting off into a peaceful sleep. In a sorrowful voice of
endless dignity, the words of the contralto communicated a childlike
innocent vision:
O Rschen roth!
Der Mensch liegt in grter Noth!
Der Mensch liegt in grter Pein!
Je lieber mcht ich im Himmel sein.

O red rose!
Man lies in direst need!
Man lies in deepest pain!
Oh, how I would rather be in heaven.

While listening, I fancied I was in the countryside during a light rain. But it
was spring and a ray of sun pierced the clouds. Amid the vegetation there
was a beautiful red rose. That simple vision brought solace to my heart's
inner ache and warmed me to a high pitch of enthusiasm with the thought
that Beauty would be with me forever, in all the places of my solitary
wanderings.
Then the choir sang some verses from Klopstock's hymn:
Aufersteh'n, ja aufersteh'n
Wirst du, Mein Staub,
Nach kurzer Ruh'!
Unsterblich Leben! Unsterblich Leben
wird der dich rief dir geben!

Resurrect, yes resurrect,

Will you, my dust,
After a brief rest!
Immortal life! Immortal life
Will He who called you, give you.

Next Mahler's own verses were chanted. These ended with:

Mit Flgeln, die ich mir errungen,
In heiem Liebesstreben,
Werd'ich entschweben
Zum Licht, zu dem kein Aug'gedrungen!
Sterben werd'ich, um zu leben!
Aufersteh'n, ja aufersteh'n
wirst du, mein Herz, in einem Nu!
Was du geschlagen
zu Gott wird es dich tragen!

With wings I have gained,

in love's fierce striving,
I shall soar aloft
To the light that has not pierced eye!
I will die, so I can live!
Resurrect, yes resurrect,
Will you, my heart, in an instant!
What you have coveted and fought for,
Shall lead you to God!

In the following days, I tried to penetrate the meaning by reading

everything I could on the symphony and listening to it entranced in the
quietude of my own room. After many integral and enthusiastic listening
sessions, the words: "Sterben werde ich, um zu leben!" ("I will die so I can
live!") resounded all day long in my mind like a thread around which my
thoughts crystallized.

Would I ever, now or before infertile old age, be able to die to myself
namely to die to my small self, my ego? Was it possible to cross the foggy
curtain of thoughts, superficial emotions, sensations and instinct, and
emerge into that pure Dimension for which I had yearned many years and
which I felt was my Highest Good?
There was no doubt I was willing to perfect my self-imposed discipline to
the extreme, but by no means did I want to spend the rest of my life staring
at the wall of my silenced mind and waiting for something to happen. "I
will seize Fate by the throat", said Beethoven: so I too was prepared to act
in a strong and decisive way.
From the desire of ''dying to myself'' to the practice of Pranayama
What I missed was the art of Pranayama that Pranayama which I had
dreamed so much about but had never actually practiced. A few weeks
before, I had purchased B.K.S. Iyengar's The Illustrated Light on Yoga, and
his description of Pranayama had awakened in me an unshakeable desire
to practice it intensively. In the last part of the book there was a prudent
warning:
"Pneumatic tools can cut through the hardest rock. In Pranayama, the
yogi uses his lungs as pneumatic tools. If they are not used properly, they
destroy both the tool and the person using it. Faulty practice puts undue
stress on the lungs and diaphragm. The respiratory system suffers and the
nervous system is adversely affected. The very foundation of a healthy
body and a sound mind is shaken by a faulty practice of Pranayama."

This sentence ignited my immoderate will to experience all its power, to

the point of "dying" in it, figuratively speaking. What would have
frightened others emboldened me. If it provoked an authentic
psychological earthquake, I was on the right track. Yes, some prudence was
necessary; an intensive practice had to be reached gradually and each
session had to be carried out with extreme care. Day after day, I could
perceive Pranayama's potential acting on my psyche. I was certain my old
school friend had told the truth "...these exercises can change a person
inside". It had to be true!
Pranayama appeared to me the most perfect of all arts, with no
intrinsic limits. To devote myself to it would cost nothing. Learning
Pranayama was like learning to play a musical instrument I would not be
obliged to spend money on the purchase of a musical instrument, canvas
and colors, or whatever. The instrument was always with me. I couldn't
understand how I had waited so much before taking on this commitment
seriously. Now, at least, the moment had come.
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From now on, I practiced daily the two breathing exercises called Nadi
Sodhana and Ujjayi with Bandhas (muscle contraction) and Kumbhaka
(breath retention.) I sat on the edge of a pillow, in the half-lotus position,
with my back straight. I focused with zeal on applying the instructions
flawlessly but with a creative spirit. I concentrated keenly on the alternate
feelings of coolness and warmth produced by the air on the fingers and on
the palm of the right hand used to open and close the nostrils. The
pressure, the smooth flowing of the breath... every detail was pleasant.
Becoming aware of each peculiarity of the exercise helped me maintain
vigilant attention without becoming stressed. 1
First results
During the day, I found my perception of things had changed. My eyes
searched for the most intense colors, fascinated by them as if they were
close to revealing an unknown reality lying beyond the material.
Sometimes in the first sunny days after winter, when the skies were
crystalline and as blue as they had ever been, I would sit in the open air and
contemplate my surroundings. In a bushy ditch covered with ivy the sun
shed its light upon flowers that a few weeks before were blooming during
the cold and now, heedless of the mildest days, still lingered in their spellbinding glory. I was deeply inspired. I would close my eyes and rely on an
inner radiance accompanied by a sensation of pressure on my heart.
At that time, my internal life was still split between two interests which I
perceived as two dimensions having nothing in common. On one side were
esoteric matters which had guided my search toward Yoga discipline, which
I conceived to be an efficacious tool for purifying and controlling the mind.
On the other side was the aspiration toward the ideal world of Beauty
which I tried to evoke through the study of literary works, and listening to
classical music. I never imagined that the first dimension could lead me to
the second! It was reasonable to hope that Pranayama could give me a
permanent base of mental clarity, helping me to not spoil the fragile
miracle of an encounter with Beauty with a jumble of thoughts, but I could
never have imagined that Pranayama had the power of multiplying the
experience of the Sublime or even make it spring up from nothing! I often
repeated inside myself and sometimes quoted to my friends this verse from
the Bhagavad Gita:

The two exercises are well described in many Hatha Yoga books. In Appendix 4
(part three of the book) you will find a description of Nadi Sodhana.
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(The yogi) knows the joy eternal beyond the pale of the senses which his
reason cannot grasp. He abides in this reality and moves not thence. He
has found the treasure above all others. There is nothing higher than this.
He that has achieved it shall not be moved by the greatest sorrow. This is
the real meaning of Yoga a deliverance from contact with pain and
sorrow.

While repeating it, I was actually savoring that Joy. On a quiet afternoon
walk among trees just before sunset, I quickly glanced now and then at text
from one of the Upanishads [ancient Sanskrit sacred texts] that I had with
me. One particular sentence awakened an instantaneous realization: "Thou
art That"!
I closed the book and repeated the words as if in a trance. My rational mind
was able to grasp but not fully accept the incommensurable implication of
the statement. It meant that it was I that was the unbelievably delicate
green light filtering through the leaves, bearing witness to the spring that
brought new life. Back home, I did not even try to put down on paper the
numerous "moments of grace" I experienced from this realization, nor
could I have. My only wish was to delve further and further into this new
inner source of understanding and enlightenment.
Panning my sight around, a landscape would appear amongst the
leaves and a group of distant houses surrounding a bell-tower. Only that
sort of "light" could instill a superhuman poise into my being and give me
the intuition that the traces of the ineffable "primeval cause" of all things
was not to be sought in books, in reasoning but only in the realm of Beauty.
A strong experience
After having bought the works of Ramakrishna, Vivekananda, Gopi
Krishna and Patanjali's Yoga Sutras (a big volume with comments by I.K.
Taimni), I finally decided to buy the autobiography of an Indian saint,
whom I will indicate by PY 2 . It was a book I had seen some years before
2

The reader will understand why I am not mentioning the full name of PY it is not
difficult however to figure out his identity. There are many schools of Yoga
spreading his teachings according to a specific legitimacy'. One of these, through its
representatives, made me realize that not only won't they tolerate the smallest of the
Copyright violations, but they won't even appreciate their beloved Teacher's name
being mixed into discussions about Kriya on the Internet. The reason is that in the
past some people used His name to mislead a high number of practitioners who were
trying to receive His original teachings. Moreover, my desire is to inform the reader
that in the following pages I will only summarily linger upon my understanding of
His legacy, without any pretension of giving an objective account of it. An interested
reader should not renounce the privilege of turning to the original texts!
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but had not bought because it didn't contain practical instructions. My

hope now was that I would be able to find useful information such as the
addresses of some good Yoga schools. This autobiography enthralled me
and created a strong aspiration toward the mystical path. In certain
moments I found myself almost burning from an internal fever. This
provided fertile ground for the coming of an event which was radically
different from any I had experienced before. It was a kind of "intimate"
experience. Nonetheless, since I have listened to similar descriptions from
Yoga practitioners, I have decided to share it.
One night while reading PY's autobiography, I felt a shiver similar to an
electric current spread itself throughout my whole body. A ''shiver'' was
insignificant in itself, but it frightened me. My reaction was rather strange
since I had always believed I was immune from fear of all things related to
transcendence. The thought flashed through my mind that a deeper event
was going to happen soon; that it was going to be strong, very strong and I
would not be able to stop it in any way. It was as if my memory had some
inexplicable familiarity with it and my instinct knew its inescapable power.
I made up my mind to let things happen unimpeded and go ahead with the
reading. Minutes passed and I was not able to continue reading; my
restlessness turned into anxiety. Then it again became fear, an intense fear
of something unknown which was threatening my existence. Certainly, I
had never experienced a similar state. In past moments of danger, I used to
remain paralyzed, unable to think. Now my thoughts were stirring
frantically, picturing the worst results: loss of psychological balance,
encounter with an evil entity, perhaps even death.
I felt the urgency to do something, even though I did not know what.
I set myself in the position for meditation and waited. The anguish
increased. A part of me, maybe the totality of that entity I call "myself",
seemed at the point of melting away. The worst thoughts hung over me
without a clear reason.
I was well aware of what happened to Gopi Krishna, the author of
Kundalini: Path to Higher Consciousness. He described the awakening
experience he had through a daily intense concentration on the seventh
Chakra. Later on because his body was probably unprepared he met
serious physical and, as a reflex, psychic problems as well. According to
his description, a very strong energy began to flow inside his spine from
the coccyx region toward the brain. So strong was the energy that he was
bedridden and could not accomplish normal bodily functions. He literally
felt as if he was being burned by an inner fire which he could not put out.
Weeks later, he intuitively discovered the way to control the phenomenon:

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the upward flow of energy through the spine became a persistent

experience of internal realization. I was afraid I too had come to the
threshold of that same experience but, since I did not live in India, perhaps
people around me might not understand. The consequences would have
been terrible! No one could have reassured me that my experience would
be channeled toward a positive conclusion like it was for Gopi Krishna.
In those terrible instants, the spiritual world appeared to me to be a
sorrowful and horrible nightmare, able to annihilate and destroy whoever
would imprudently approach it. Ordinary life, on the contrary, seemed the
dearest and healthiest reality. I was afraid I might not be able to get back to
that condition again. I was convinced that through my intense practice of
Nadi Sodhana and Ujjayi Pranayama I had opened a door I was not
supposed to open, therefore I tried to stop the experience. I stood up and
left the room, out to the open air. It was night and there was nobody to
whom I could communicate my panic! At the center of the yard I was
burdened, choked, almost crushed by a feeling of desperation, envying all
those people who had never practiced Yoga. I suddenly felt guilty and
ashamed of the harsh words I had used against a friend who had been
involved in part of my search. Like so many others, he had shunned any
practice, ignored lofty readings, and decided instead to enjoy life.
Equipped with a juvenile boldness, I had addressed him with a tone far
from affectionate, which now started to thunder inside my head. I was
sorry I had thrown unjustified cruelty at him without really knowing what
was in his mind and soul. I would have liked to tell him how sorry I was to
have brutally violated his right to live the way he thought was best. Perhaps
he had preferred to protect his mental health rather than become unstable or
insane through practices he was unsure of.
After returning to my room, I hoped that, because of my great passion for
classical music, listening to it might yield the positive effect of protecting
me from anguish and help me get back my usual mood. It was Beethoven's
Concert for Violin and Orchestra, which I listened to in my room with
headphones, that soothed my soul and after half an hour eased my sleep.
But the following morning I awoke with the same fear. Strange as it may
seem, the two pivotal facts that today stir my most intense emotions that
Divine Intelligence is the very basis of everything that exists and that man
can practice a definite discipline in order to attune to it conveyed to me a
feeling of horror!
Sunlight poured into the room through the gaps in the shutters. I had
a whole day before me. I went out to try and amuse myself by being with
other people. I met some friends and spent the afternoon cracking jokes
and behaving like the people I had always considered lazy and dull. In this
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way, I succeeded in hiding my anguish. The first day went by; my mind
was totally worn out. After two days, the fear had diminished and I finally
felt safe. Something felt changed anyway; I hadnt thought about Yoga, I
only thought around it.
One week later I began, calmly and detachedly, to ponder the meaning of
what had happened. I understood the nature of my reaction to that episode:
I had cowardly run away from the experience I had pursued for such a long
time! In the depth of my soul my dignity urged me to continue with my
search exactly from the point where I had quit. I was ready to accept all
that was to happen and let things follow their course, even if this process
implied the loss of my wholesomeness. I resumed the practice of
Pranayama again, as intensely as before. A few days went by without
detecting any form of fear. Then I experienced something very beautiful.
It was night. I was lying in a relaxed "corpse pose", when I had a pleasant
sensation, as if an electric wind was perceived over the surface of my skin,
propagating itself quickly and with a wavy motion from my feet up to my
head. My body was so tired I could not move even if my mind had
ordered it to. My composure was serene. I had no fear. Then the electric
wind was replaced by another feeling, comparable to an enormous power
pouring into the backbone and quickly climbing up to the brain. The
experience was accompanied by an indescribable, and so far unknown,
sense of bliss. The perception of an intense brightness accompanied
everything. My memory of that moment is condensed into a single
expression, "a clear and euphoric certainty of existing, like an unlimited
ocean of awareness and bliss". The strangest thing was that in the very
instant I had it, I found it familiar.
In God Exists: I Have Met Him, A. Frossard tries to give an idea of his
spiritual experience. To that end, he creates the concept of an "inverse
avalanche". An avalanche collapses, runs downhill, first slowly then faster
and violently at the same time. Frossard suggests we should imagine an
"upside-down avalanche" which begins strengthening at the foot of the
mountain and climbs up pushed by an increasing power; then suddenly it
leaps up toward the sky. I do not know how long this experience lasted. It
definitely peaked out at only a few seconds. When it ended, I turned on my
side and fell into a calm, uninterrupted sleep.
The following day when I awoke I had forgotten it. It only came up some
hours later, during a walk. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, I remained
immobile for a couple minutes, enthralled by the reverberation of the
memory. I was flooded with great joy. An elated condition stretching out
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far past the limits of my awareness a sort of memory hiding in the

recesses of my subconscious began to be revealed, as if a new area of my
brain had been stirred to a full awakening. I found myself contemplating a
dreamlike reality, still objectively indisputable; it had arisen in me with the
naturalness of a primordial instinct although it had nothing to do with the
world surrounding me in which I lived.
A reflection about the above described experience
The first glimpse of the spiritual reality may manifest as a series of bliss
waves rising through the spine and entering the brain. This experience
usually lasts from few instants to a couple of minutes. Sometimes it is like
having a volcano erupting inside, a ''rocket'' shooting up through the spine!
Other times, it may appear like an intense bliss in the chest region
suddenly you are inside an immense joy and wake up with tears in your
eyes. This experience may be heralded by an electric wind on the surface
of the body, propagating from feet up to head.
Rarely this experience lasts more than a couple of seconds. On that
occasion, the point in the center of Kutastha expands into a tunnel. The
awareness is pulled through it. It is like burning with endless joy for
several seconds you are filled with the euphoria obtained by this short but
unforgettable plunge into Eternity.
Frequently this experience is called ''Kundalini awakening. Kundalini'' is
Sanskrit for "coiled". It is conceived as a particular energy coiled like a
serpent in the root Chakra. The representation of being coiled like a spring
conveys the idea of untapped potential energy having its seat at the base of
the spine.
Some authors foster the idea that this great concentration of energy
has its seat in our entire body, not only at the base of the spine. It sleeps in
our body, underneath the layers of our consciousness, waiting to be aroused
by spiritual discipline.
The concept of Kundalini is very useful since it can be utilized to
express what generally happens along the spiritual path. The concept of
Samadhi (or religious ecstasy) is very akin to "Kundalini awakening".
Yoga teaches to harness this tremendous power through specific
techniques (particular breathing patterns, Bandhas, Mudras, Bija Mantra...)
and guide its rising from the Muladhara up through Sushumna, activating
each Chakra. It has been explained that when Kundalini arrives at the
Sahasrara Chakra, it bestows mystical illumination.
Sometimes the experience comes before any Yoga practice is done. It might
happen when you open for the first time the biography of a Saint. It may
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spring from the vibratory shock produced when the idea of the vastness of
the spiritual reality creates a sort of dizziness. You feel that this idea is
capable of sweeping away all your certitudes.
Some were so elated by their experience that they wrote about it with
perhaps too much grandeur, placing too much emphasis on it, discerning
implications it has not.
I remember an article in a specialized magazine in which the woman who
had this experience attributed the event to an imaginary individual who,
purportedly, granted her every intimate detail. You understand that it is the
lady herself to write since it is highly improbable that another person had
communicated her such profusion of details of the event. Her alleged act
of humility was annihilated by the title she gave to her article: ''Forerunners
of a new race." She gave the impression of not having understood the
teaching contained in the experience. In her description, Kundalini
awakening happened in her body as a privilege obtained by divine
intervention. We know it is no privilege at all. It is a natural event.
Appendix: Yoga Sutra and Bhagavad Gita
Soon after my first beginnings in Yoga, I studied Patanjali's Yoga Sutras
annotated by I.K. Taimni and the Bhagavad Gita from different
translations: from the most poetic but unreliable by Edwin Arnold to
Sarvepalli Radakrishnan's.
Patanjali was a pioneer in the art of rationally handling the mystical path,
aiming at individualizing a universal, physiological direction of inner
events that explained why a certain phenomenon, inherent to the spiritual
path, should be preceded and necessarily followed by other ones. His
extreme synthesis may be criticized or, because of its temporal distance,
may be hard to understand; however, his work is of extraordinary
importance.
There are different ways of translating the Sanskrit terms
summarizing Patanjali's eight steps of Yoga: Yama, Niyama, Asana,
Pranayama, Pratyahara, Dharana, Dhyana, Samadhi. Yama: self-control
(non-violence, avoid lies, avoid stealing, avoid being lustful and seek nonattachment); Niyama: religious observances (cleanliness, contentment,
discipline, study of the Self and surrender to the Supreme God). I was not
touched by reading the boring comments upon Yama and Niyama. In my
opinion the moral rules were not to be put as premises to be respected in
order to begin Yoga, but were the consequences of a correct Yoga practice.
Thus a great part of this book didn't affect my life. I asked to myself: how
can a beginner understand what "Study of the Self" means?
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As for Asana (position of the body), Patanjali explains it must be stable and
comfortable. There is no hint of preliminary exercises of concentration and
meditation after Asana, before Pranayama.
The two interesting concepts of Patanjali are Pranayama and
Pratyahara. They refer to the regulation of the Prana by repetition of
particular breathing patterns and to an internalization process of our
awareness which is disconnected from external reality. Dharana, Dhyana,
Samadhi will be discussed in chapter 3.
I was spellbound by Taimni's annotations. He warned to be always cautious
with Kumbhaka (holding the breath.)
Kumbhaka affects the flow of pranic currents in a very marked and
fundamental manner and enables the Yogi to gain increasing control over
these currents. [...] Not only is Kumbhaka the essential element of real
Pranayama but it is also the source of danger in the practice of it. The
moment one starts retaining the breath, especially after inhalation, in any
abnormal manner the danger begins and one can never know what it will
lead to. [...] Kumbhaka unlocks the doors of unexpected experiences and
powers. If it is taken up without the necessary preparation and guidance it
is sure to lead to disaster.

As for the Bhagavad gita, I was surprised to find there a soul stirring
definition of Pranayama and Meditation coupled in a very natural way.
Patanjali was mysterious about Pranayama. He defined it as a regulation of
the Prana by repetition of particular breathing patterns. Which were these
"breathing patterns?" The Bhagavad Gita clarified this point in a very clear
way: "Offering inhaling breath into the outgoing breath, and offering the
outgoing breath into the inhaling breath, the yogi neutralizes both these
breaths; he thus releases the life force from the heart and brings it under his
control.'' I was guided by the footnotes to interpret this in the following
way: " By inviting Prana (inhaling breath) to flow into the region of Apana
(outgoing breath) and vice versa, the yogi neutralizes both these breaths...."
It was explained that the nucleus of Pranayama was to experience Prana
rising upwards from the base of the spine to the chest region during
inhalation and Apana going down from the region of the chest to the base
of the spine during exhalation. All this was possible by adding a specific
visualization which lead to the actual experience of a cold current coming
up and a warm current going down during Pranayama. As it was explained
in the Bhagavad Gita this brought gradually to the stage of Kevala
Kumbhaka or complete restraint of the breath. My practice was deeply
affected by this clarification. The meaning of "Meditation" now became
clear: to enjoy the after Pranayama state with a pure heart turned towards
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the revealing internal Beauty.

Patanjali wrote that the yogi's duty is to concentrate upon a physical
or abstract object. This was the Dharana state. How unnatural was that!
According to Patanjali, Meditation (Dhyana) ensues from contemplating
the essential nature of the chosen object as a steady, uninterrupted flow of
consciousness. Samadhi came by prolonging this state. I wouldn't even
dream to practice in that way.
My experience matched perfectly the teaching of the Gita:
Steadfast a lamp burns sheltered from the wind;
Such is the likeness of the Ygis mind
Shut from sense-storms and burning bright to Heaven.
When mind broods placid, soothed with holy wont;
When Self contemplates self, and in itself
Hath comfort; when it knows the nameless joy
Beyond all scope of sense, revealed to soul
Only to soul! and, knowing, wavers not,
True to the farther Truth; when, holding this,
It deems no other treasure comparable,
But, harbored there, cannot be stirred or shook
By any gravest grief, call that state peace,
That happy severance Yga, call that man
The perfect Ygin!

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CHAPTER 2
FROM CLASSIC PRANAYAMA TO KRIYA YOGA
Undertaking the practice of Pranayama was like planting the seed of a
mighty tree in the feverish season of my youth and contemplating its safe
growth at other times of my life. Pranayama became my safe refuge when
the trials of life conspired to wear away the basic joy which was my
inherent nature. To abide by it was The Decision of My Life. I practiced
morning and evening in an "absolute" way, with ferocious concentration, as
if there were no tomorrow. I would start with stretching exercises and
some simple Asanas when I had more time.
On different occasions I noticed a change in my minds global functioning
memory, concentration - I could especially observe this during my
exams. Before the test began, a little bit of Pranayama would endow me
with a sudden calm and self-possession, no matter what the examiners
attitude was. I would not feel a bit nervous. I was able to maintain the
necessary self-control to master my speech, often succeeding in expressing
clearly not only what I knew, but also something more, which just then
seemed to become evident for the first time.
The Kundalini experience happened several times but never became
constant. It took place especially when I devoted myself to study late at
night and then lay exhausted on my bed. Whenever it appeared my heart
bubbled with infinite gratefulness to something higher, beyond my
capabilities of understanding.
Burning desire to learn Kriya Yoga
The immediate problem was to find other texts, nay, all the existing texts
about Pranayama. I felt no immediate attraction for Autobiography of a
Yogi by Later I discovered that the author hinted at Kriya Yoga. This is a
type of Pranayama, taught by Lahiri Mahasaya, to be mastered through
four levels. Lahiri Mahasaya himself was depicted as the embodiment of
Yoga surely there must have been something unique in his "way"! I loved
Pranayama, and the idea of improving it through different steps sounded
wonderful. If the breathing exercises I had already practiced had given me
such incomparable results, it was obvious that the Kriya four-stage system
would make them greater and greater! My imagination ran wild and my
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fervor grew.
I went on reading books by PY, I was amazed by his personality, with
unequaled will and an unexpected practical spirit. He did not excite me
when he spoke on a purely devotional tone, but did whenever he assumed a
more technical one, making it possible for me to fantasize about the glory
of Kriya. What I could surmise was that Kriya Yoga consisted of slow and
deep breathing with the awareness focused on the spine, making the inner
energy rotate around the Chakras. PY highlighted the evolutionary value of
Pranayama. He explained that if we compare the human spinal column to a
ferromagnetic substance constituted of elementary magnets that turn
towards the same direction when they are overlapped by a magnetic field,
as taught by physics, then the action of Pranayama is akin to this process
of magnetization. By uniformly redirecting all the "subtle" parts of our
spinal cord's physical and astral essence, the Kriya Pranayama burns off
the so-called "bad seeds" of Karma. 3
During the Kriya process, the internal energy was made to ''rotate''
around the Chakras. What was the meaning of this? Whatever it meant, it
was a too beautiful idea!
Now my question was whether or not I had to go to India to look for
a teacher to guide me. I would have been very happy if one honest teacher
had introduced me to this discipline! Since I planned to get through my
university studies as quickly as possible, I rejected the idea of a journey to
India for the near future.
One day while again reading a text of PY, I realized that he had written a
whole set of lessons on Kriya, and that these could be received by
correspondence. With great joy, I quickly applied for the course.
Meanwhile I decided to improve the exercises I already practiced, using all
the books I could find. At least now I knew what to search for no more
the classic exercises (Kapalabhati, Bhastrika...) but a kind of Pranayama
3

We allude to Karma whenever we stick to the common belief that a person inherits
a baggage of latent tendencies from his previous lives and that, sooner or later, these
tendencies will come out in actual life. Of course Kriya is a practice which one can
experimentally use without necessarily having to accept any creeds. However, since
the concept of Karma lies at the basis of Indian thought, it is worthwhile to
understand and speak freely of it. According to this belief, Pranayama burns out the
effects of the "bad seeds" just before they manifest in our lives. It is further
explained that those people who are instinctively attracted by methods of spiritual
development such as Kriya, have already practiced something similar in a "precedent
incarnation". This is because such an action is never in vain and in actual life they
get back to it exactly where, in a remote past, they had quit it.
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in which the energy had to be visualized rotating, in some way, around the
Chakras. If this is as stated by PY a universal process, I had a good
chance of tracing it through traditions.
The meaning of the experience I was going through was sufficiently clear
to me. I had no doubts that the Reality towards which I was directing my
life was the ''Self'' as conceived by C.G. Jung. I believed that Pranayama
would initiate a cleansing of the subconscious part of my psyche, guiding
me along the "Individuation Process." In my dreamers heart, I fancied I
would face the archetypes of the Collective Unconscious. I knew that no
man should undertake such a perilous venture without the guide of a
trained psychologist but I had no fear as I relied upon my own enthusiasm,
vigilance, and indomitable will to perfect my Pranayama.
Another thing had become adamantly clear: I would have to choose a
profession that would not occupy my entire day nor all my energy. I had to
live a simple life that did not betray my inner Self!
The enthusiasm for the art of Pranayama was constantly growing. In my
beginner's zeal, I could not refrain from trying to convince other people of
its benefits. I was convinced that it could help anyone to live in a better
way. I declared that Pranayama would harness their energies towards a
more balanced psyche. My friends were polite while listening, but did not
share my enthusiasm. Rather they reacted affirming that mine was not at all
a state of emotional equilibrium: closing myself in a room to practice Yoga,
abstaining from many aspects of social life, was a road toward alienation.
I made a blunder by insisting on emphasizing some aspects of their
behavior which I decided needed improvement. In short, I was telling them
that their social life was a farce. This generated a violent reaction. They
replied that my words were deprived of a genuine sense of respect and love
and that I was unable to show sympathy toward others. The essence of
what I had found in Pranayama, which I went on extolling unflinchingly,
appeared to them as the pinnacle of egoism and even a real mental cruelty.
Guilt-ridden, I saw I had provoked only bitterness. I also realized
that, for purposes of my disquisition, I had taken advantage of their past
confidential admissions.
Only one friend, a "Hippie", understood perfectly what I was saying and
showed me some empathy; to him, the only real problem was my excessive
enthusiasm about the automatic benefits of Pranayama. He had no doubts
that my success in this practice depended wholly on me. In his opinion,
Pranayama was not an art bringing its own reward, but an "amplifier" of
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what I had inside, enhancing what I had already achieved. Pranayama, he

said, could not create anything new.
In my opinion Pranayama was an action of ''climbing'' toward a lofty state
of consciousness whereby you achieved something radically new. I felt
disoriented in listening that it was only an "amplifier." I wasn't able to see
that the two visions could coexist I was young and I categorized
everything as black or white.
Correspondence course
When, after four months from my application, I received the first lesson of
the correspondence course, I came to know that I would have had to wait
for at least one year before applying for the Kriya Yoga lessons. I felt
desperate. The written material traveled by ship and the delay times were
enormous. 4
I could not wait so long. Something dormant in the corner of my memory
awakened. I vaguely remembered having seen some drawings in a book
about occultism which sketched out the different circuits of energy
throughout the human body. The idea came to me to seek the essential
information in esoteric books rather than in the classic books on Yoga.
I started going to a used books store which was very well stocked, probably
because it had once been the Theosophical Society's reference bookstore. I
turned down those texts which dealt only with philosophical topics, while,
in ecstasy and not concerned by time, I kept on skimming through those
which illustrated practical exercises with clarity. Before purchasing a book
I made sure it hinted at the possibility of channeling the energy along
certain internal passages, thus creating the prerequisite for awakening the
Kundalini. While reading the index of a text which was in three volumes,
introducing the esoteric thought of the Rosicrucian Brotherhood, I was
attracted by the entry, ''Breathing exercise for the awakening of Kundalini.''
It was a variation of Nadi Sodhana. Some notes warned not to exaggerate
the exercise because of the risk of a premature Kundalini awakening,
which was to be avoided by all means. This was definitely not PY's Kriya
because, according to several clues, Kriya was not to be done with
alternate-nostril breathing.
So I went on haunting the bookstore. The owner was very nice and I
almost felt obliged, considering the cheap price and the perfect conditions
4

I can still consider myself as fortunate. I lived in North East Italy not far from the
border with the former Yugoslavia. Those people who lived beyond the Iron Curtain
could not receive such material.
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of those second-hand books, to buy at least one book per each visit. Often a
lot of space was dedicated to theories alien to concrete life, which tried to
describe what cannot be seen or be experienced such as the astral worlds
and the subtle coverings of energy wrapping our body.
One day, after browsing through a tiresome selection of books, I
went to the storekeeper with a book with which he must have realized I
was not satisfied. While deciding the price, he thought of something that
might interest me. He led me to the back of the store and invited me to
rummage through a cardboard box filled with a messy heap of papers.
Among a quantity of miscellaneous material (complete series of the
theosophical magazine issues, scattered notes from old course on hypnosis
etc.), I came upon a book written in German by a certain K. Spiesberger
which contained various esoteric techniques, among them Kundalinibreathing. I did not have much familiarity with the German language, but I
immediately realized the extraordinary importance of that technique. I
would doubtlessly be able to decipher all of it at home with the help of a
dictionary. 5 The description of this technique still amazes me. During a
deep breath, the air is to be imagined flowing inside the spinal column.
While inhaling, the air is rising; when exhaling, the air is flowing down.
There was also the description of two particular sounds created by air
originating in the throat.
In another book written in English there was an exhaustive
description of the Magic breath which consisted of visualizing the energy
flowing around the backbone, not inside it. Through the inhalation, the
energy had to go up behind the spinal column, to the center of the head;
exhaling, it had to go down along a particular channel in the front part of
the body. I completely forgot about the other material. The smirk of
satisfaction I wore before the storekeeper holding the two books, as if I had
found a treasure of unfathomable value, definitely caused an increase in
their price. Walking home, I could not help skimming through the pages. I
was curious about some rough drawings illustrating techniques which were
based on the movement of energy. I read that the Magic breath was one of
the most valuable secrets of all times, and if practiced constantly,
accompanied by the strength of visualization, it would open the spiritual
eye. I convinced myself that this technique had to be Lahiri Mahasaya's
Kriya and incorporated it into my daily routine.
5

I cannot help smiling when some half-hearted people insist that they are fond of
Kriya, yet they will not study some crucial texts in English because they are afraid to
misinterpret them. I am convinced that their interests are superficial and rather
emotive. Such was my enthusiasm that I would have studied Sanskrit or Chinese or
any other language, if that had given me the chance to understand an essential text on
Pranayama!
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I meet a person with my own passion

A letter from the organization sending me the correspondence course
informed me about other people living not far from my area, who were also
practicing Kriya Yoga. They had formed a group in order to practice that
discipline together. I was enthusiastic and quivered with cheerful
anticipation to meet them. That night I could hardly fall asleep.
"Too bright were our heavens, too far away, too frail their ethereal
stuff", wrote Sri Aurobindo. I would never have thought that those words
could be applied to my meeting those people! With a sort of sour irony, I
would dare say that that phase of my life characterized by extreme
enthusiasm for Pranayama had been too happy for it to last much longer. I
now experienced firsthand the problems, limitations and distortions caused
by the human mind when it has lost the habit of rational thinking. Many
times in the future I would have to experience how life is made of short
moments of inspiration and serenity, alternating with times when all seems
lost and the distortions of the ego reign supreme. While approaching the
man in charge of that group with total sincerity, I could not have imagined
what kind of a hard shock I was about to receive.
He welcomed me with visible enthusiasm, sincerely eager to meet a
person with whom he could share the fire of his passion. Since the very
first moment of our meeting, standing on his doorstep, I told him how
fascinated I was by the practice of Kriya. He asked me right away when I
had been initiated in this practice, taking for granted that I had received the
teaching from the same organization he was a member of. When he figured
out that I had picked out a breathing technique in a book and fooled myself
it was Kriya Pranayama, he was horrified and showed a bitter smile of
disappointment. He thought I considered Kriya Yoga a child's play and had
no idea how serious it was. Visibly confused I babbled something about
currents and sound of the breath, but he didn't want to hear any more and
ushered me to his study. He emphasized that Kriya cannot be learned
through books. He began the tale which, later on, I had the opportunity to
hear plenty of times of the Tibetan yogi Milarepa who, getting no positive
results from the painstaking practice of his fraudulently learned techniques,
received the very same instructions kneeling at the feet of and with the
benediction of his Guru so that this time the results came out easily.
We all know how the human mind is more conditioned by an anecdote than
by a logical reference! An anecdote, even if it is totally fanciful with
fictional purpose, is endowed with a sort of internal "brightness" that
conditions a person's common sense. Stimulating emotions and feelings, it
is able to cloud people's judgment in order for them to easily accept
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conclusions that are absurd. This story left me speechless; I just did not
know what to reply.
There was only one way, according to him, to learn Kriya: be
initiated by a "Minister" authorized by PY's organization! He told me that
no other person was allowed to teach the technique. He, and all the other
devotees of his group, had received the technique, swearing a strict and
solemn promise of secrecy.
"Secrecy!" How odd this word sounded, what a strange appeal, what a
mysterious fascination it exerted upon my being! Until then, I had always
believed it did not matter at all how a certain teaching was received, or
what book had been read or studied in order to learn it. I thought that the
only important thing was to practice it correctly, accompanied by the desire
to go deeper and deeper into it. The idea began to enter my mind that it was
in fact okay to protect precious lore from indiscreet eyes. In that occasion I
had nothing to say against the vow of secrecy. Later, over a span of many
years, I changed my opinion because I witnessed an innumerable series of
absurdities originating from this behest; dramatically, I had the evidence
that it brought miserable repercussions into the lives of thousands of
people.
Staring into my eyes, with an enormous emotional impact, he went on to
say that a practice learned from any other source was "worth nothing, it
will not be effective in matters of spiritual purpose", and a possible effect,
only apparently encouraging, might be "a dangerous illusion in which the
ego remains trapped for a long time".
Inflamed by an absolute faith, he launched himself into a wide
discourse on the value of the "Guru" (spiritual Teacher), a puzzling concept
to me because it was attributed to a person that he had not known directly.
Having been initiated into Kriya through the legitimated channels of PY's
organization, PY was, to him, real and present in his life, and ''his'' Guru.
The same thing was true for the other people belonging to that group. Their
Guru was a special aid sent by God Himself, therefore such an event was
"the greatest luck a human being can ever have." The logical consequence
underlined with overflowing emphasis was that, abandoning such form
of aid or looking for a different spiritual path amounted to "a hateful
rejection of the Divine hand, stretched out in benediction."
He asked me to demonstrate for him my book-learned Kriya technique. He
expected, I suppose, to verify a well-rooted prejudice that the technique,
received through illegitimate channels, could not because of a particular
spiritual law be anything but corrupted. He smiled when he saw me
breathing through the nose. Then he asked me to explain if there was
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something upon which I was focusing my attention during my breathing.

According to the books I had read, the energy could be visualized both
flowing inside the spine and around the spine. Since PY wrote that a
kriyaban "mentally directs his life energy to revolve, upward and
downward, around the six spinal centers", I chose the second of the two
possibilities and this was the version I explained. Having also read in
another book that during Kriya Pranayama the practitioner was supposed
to chant ''Om'' mentally into each Chakra, I added this detail as well. I did
not realize that PY had decided to simplify the instructions taught in the
west, using the other variation with no mental chanting of Om.
While telling him these details, I saw an inner satisfaction spreading
over his face. Clearly he didn't identify my practice with the technique of
Kriya Pranayama he had learned. The "secret" he was bound to had not
been broken by the author of my esoteric book! Pretending to feel sorry for
my consequent disappointment, he informed me in an official tone that my
technique had "nothing to do with Kriya Pranayama"!
A really bizarre situation was taking place: I was describing for him
a technique very similar to Kriya Pranayama taught by Lahiri Mahasaya
while this gentlemen was one hundred per cent sure that I was talking
nonsense! However, since my position was totally incompatible with his
basic tenets, he recommended that I send a written account to the
headquarters of PY's organization, describing the details of my
vicissitudes, hoping that they would accept me as a disciple and, in due
time, grant me the sacred Initiation to Kriya Yoga.
I was somewhat stunned by the tone in which our dialog was progressing.
In order to re-establish the initial agreeability of our meeting, I tried to
reassure him about the positive effects I had gained from my practice. My
statement actually had the effect of worsening the whole matter, giving him
the chance to scold me a second time, which was not totally unfair but
undoubtedly out of place. He made it clear I should never look for any
tangible effects in the practice of Kriya much less should I display them,
because in this way I would "lose them." That clever guy had talked
himself straight into an obvious contradiction without even realizing it; he
was saying that the results were too important to risk losing them by telling
others, while a few seconds before he had stressed that they were of no
value whatsoever. Realizing he had given too much of his time to me, a
strange metamorphosis took place in his demeanor. It was as if all of a
sudden he had been invested with a sacred role: he promised he would pray
for me! On that day, I had lost the "fight." I told him I would follow his
advice.
As a matter of fact, from that moment I abandoned Pranayama
entirely and restricted my practice to simply centering my attention
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between the eyebrows (Kutastha) just as he had suggested to me.

A meditation group
The group practicing Kriya met twice a week to practice the techniques
together. The room devoted to meditation was bare but pleasant. Each
member paid part of the rental, so that continuance would not depend on
the owner's whims and could be dedicated to an exclusively spiritual use. I
began attending these meetings and I remember it nostalgically listening
to Indian songs translated and harmonized for westerners and, above all,
meditating together was a true joy! Everything seemed heavenly to me,
even though little time was given to the practice of meditation no more
than 20 minutes, often barely 15 minutes. A particularly inspiring session
of collective practice took place on Christmas Eve, enriched by devotional
songs and lasting many hours.
At the end of each meditation we were required to depart in silence,
thus I began to know my new friends more closely only during the monthly
"social" lunch. It was a beautiful chance to spend some hours talking and
enjoying each other's company.
Since many of us did not have their familys approval, much less
support, in the practice of Yoga, the only occasion we had to spend time
among people with the same ideas and interests was an experience of
serenity and relaxation. Unfortunately, the pleasantry of our meetings was
partly spoiled because the directors of PY's organization had requested us
not to talk about other spiritual paths or deal with specific details of Kriya
Yoga techniques. Only authorized people could cover such a role; no one in
our group could. During our gatherings, since our conversations were
strictly kept on well-defined tracks, we were not able to find a topic which
would be interesting and at the same time respected the given rules. It was
not the right place for gossip, unsuitable for a spiritual group discussion. So
only one topic was left: the beauty of our spiritual path and our great
fortune in having discovered it! No wonder that, after some meetings of
mutual "exaltation", an almost frightening boredom started to reign. As a
last resort, some risked telling some jokes. They were not mean or insulting
jokes, but a light and innocent use of humor.
Unfortunately this also had to live up to the devotional attitude kept
by many of the members and eventually succumbed to their cold attitude.
When you tried to be agreeable you got a look and a hint of a smile that left
you frozen for the rest of the day. They seemed to be unable to show a
single inch of true joviality. Thinking over, perhaps they were naturally
inclined toward depression. Actually, their enthusiasm towards Kriya was
very moderate, and they gave the impression they were practicing the few
techniques they knew as if they were accomplishing a sacrifice to atone for
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their ''sin'' of existing.

What struck me in an extremely unfavorable way in the behavior of some
of them was the belief they were protected by their Guru and therefore
don't mind putting themselves in dangerous situations, abdicating every
prudence. Before the prospect of doing a very dangerous action in which
there are fears for their safety, their mind was filled with a sort of hysterical
joyous anticipation. I don't know if there could exist a worse way to belittle
the spiritual teachings. In my opinion this attitude should be avoided like
the plague, being actually a stupid superstition.
As a matter of course, the group underwent a great recycling process; many
members who had joined with enthusiasm quit after a few months and
then, oddly and without deep reasons, scraped the whole experience off
their memory.
My open temperament allowed me to become close to one person
and establish a bond which later became true friendship. It was not so easy
to find what could be called a free spiritual seeker. Many made a display of
emotionally-charged devotion, others, perhaps envisaging the prospect of
expanding our group, seemed to have the sole aim of raising enough funds
to provide our rented room with impressive signs of its sacred
consecration; others seemed only social misfits.
With a barely concealed impatience, I tried on different occasions to
receive some elucidation on the technique of Kriya by discussing what had
been my book-learned practice of it. I hoped that someone, making some
oblique remark about it, would help me discover the exact Kriya
Pranayama technique. No "courting" could extract even a crumb of
information from them. Each one repeated that he was "not authorized to
give out any explanations", and this rule was strictly respected.
While I was continuously receiving unasked-for lessons of devotion,
humility, and loyalty, my interest for Kriya became a real craving, a
burning fever. A kriyaban, making fun of me with unconcealed cruelty, told
me: "They won't give you the Kriya at all; a devotee should not desire a
technique with such intensity. God is to be mostly found through devotion
and surrender." I tried to behave like a pious disciple but deep down I
awaited my initiation with unimagined eagerness. Even while doing my
best to convince myself that I was among individuals with the same
passions, I had to acknowledge that the reality of it was altogether
different!

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Hong So and Om techniques

I received the two preliminary to Kriya techniques: Hong so and Om. The
first one slows down the breath and the mind; the second one concerns
itself with listening to internal (astral) sounds melting into the Om sound. I
didn't receive these instructions at the same time but with an interval of two
months between. This gave me the splendid opportunity to concentrate on
the first technique for many weeks; only then I could enjoy the
combination of the two techniques. Thus, I could experiment with the
meaning and beauty of each.
Our group received the visit of an elderly lady who had personally
corresponded with PY. Thanks to her earnestness, sincerity, and long-time
loyal discipleship she had been authorized to help us with meditation. Her
temperament was very sweet and more inclined to understanding rather
than to censorship. She demonstrated the so-called "Recharging Exercises"
(I had already learned them from the written lessons). These exercises were
similar to isometric stretches and were practiced while standing; peculiar to
them, however, was that the Prana was directed to all the parts of the body
through concentration.
Then she reviewed the Hong-Sau technique. She went on to clarify
that the Hong-Sau technique was not easy at all, in spite of its apparent
simplicity; but encouraging us with a smile, she concluded: "The technique
contains all you need to come into contact with the Divine Essence".
Then she dwelt on the technique for listening to internal sounds
(often called Om technique.) 6 She explained that PY had tried to explain
the teaching of the Trinity in a new way. Om is the "Amen" of the Bible
the "Holy Ghost", the "witness", a sound; a proof of the vibration of
energy sustaining the universe. The Om technique, discovered by the
mystics long ago, makes it possible to detect this vibration. Thanks to this
technique it is also possible to be guided toward the experience of the
"Son" the Divine awareness that is present inside the above-mentioned
energetic vibration. At the end of one's spiritual journey, one can reach the
highest reality, the "Father" the Divine awareness beyond every existing
thing in the universe.
The lady's explanation was characterized by such a sacred flavor that it
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This technique does not belong to those included in the original Kriya Yoga, wherein
the internal sound perception happens without closing the ears. It is not an invention
by PY, it had been plainly described in the books of classical Yoga, called Nada Yoga
"the Yoga of the sound." It is a good preparation for Kriya since instead of putting
the accent on "doing", it teaches the attitude of "perceiving."
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stayed with me for several months, helping me to overcome the beginning

phase of the practice, when it seems unlikely that the sounds will manifest.
The results obtained through the intensive practice of the Om technique
were very concrete. I remember now the time spent in that slightly
illuminated room where I led a cloistered existence. The rainy days and
early-onset evenings of Winter helped my seclusion and strengthened my
determination to turn on, through meditation, an internal sun. Some weeks
of zealous practice passed without any result, but one day I became aware
of a clear inner sound. It happened after ten minutes of calm effort, just
upon returning to my state of full awareness, after having been lost in some
sweet reverie. This sound continued during my mental roaming but now
only was I realizing its nature. It was like the humming of a mosquito. By
listening intently to it, it became the feeble sound of a musical instrument
playing far away. When my breath almost disappeared, it seemed like the
tolling of a bell echoing at dusk from the deep green of woody hills.
Light, soft as falling petals, it knocked gently on the doors of my
heart, giving total contentment and ease, as if the spiritual path had come to
its fulfillment. Recollections of my infancy were vibrating at the periphery
of my awareness without disturbing my introverted mood. In times of
misfortune, there was always a feeling of protection like a vast, comforting
smile surrounding me. The sound I was listening to, enchanted and thrilled,
brought me now the same sweet feeling of relief. It had in itself all the
Beauty ever experienced. It was the gilded thread around which the
experiences of love, the most involving, the most exalted ones grew like
splendid crystals. The healing of old wounds was attained by real
understanding. An azure, limitless immobility sweetly clasped my heart
with fingers of bliss. What I thought impossible to accomplish, whose
absence was so cruel to accept, materialized real and true before me.
Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that you should never detach yourself
voluntarily from that state of grace.
Some months later, during a moment in my life when I wanted to
relax and enjoy life, I decided to interrupt this contact, as if it were a
drawback to being fully sociable. I didn't realize that this seemingly
innocuous and instinctive "betrayal" would make me unable to tune with
the Om sound for a very long time. Incredibly, in a few days I felt
hopelessly cut off from that sweet reality. Among people, I felt like one
who had landed in another continent and had to live in surroundings that
mean nothing to him. I struggled to retrieve the lost deep emotions
originating from listening to internal sounds.

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This went on for months until my soul was again reminded of the
motivations that had led me to the spiritual path: change my life forever.
Now I saw clearly that my stupid decision of detaching from the contact
with the Om vibration, had been a monumental mistake.
Initiation into Kriya Yoga
Eventually, the moment came to file the application form to receive the
Kriya instructions by mail. About four months passed as every day I hoped
to receive the coveted material. Finally, an envelope arrived. I opened it
with heightened expectation, but was deeply disappointed because it
contained nothing but more introductory material. From reading the index
page I understood that the actual technique would be sent after four weeks.
So for another month I would have to study just the usual nursery rhymes I
already knew by heart.
In the meantime, a Minister of PY's organization visited our country
and I took part in the initiation ceremony. After waiting for months, it was
high time "to make an eternal pact with the Guru and to be taught the
Kriya techniques in the only legitimate way, and receive his benediction."
There were about 100 of us who were to be initiated. A beautiful room had
been rented for the ceremony at a very high price and embellished for the
occasion with lots of flowers, such as I have never seen even at the most
extravagant weddings! The introduction to the ceremony was magnificent.
About 30 people wearing somber uniforms entered the room, and lined up
with a solemn attitude and joined their hands in prayer. It was explained to
me that these people belonged to the local group whose leader was a
fashion designer and had choreographed that triumphant entrance. The two
Ministers who had just arrived from abroad walked meekly and bewildered
behind them. Then the ceremony began. I accepted without objections their
demand that I swear everlasting devotion not only to the Guru PY but also
to a six-master chain of whom Lahiri Mahasaya was an intermediary link.
PY was the so-called Guru-preceptor, namely the one who would partially
bear the burden of our Karma.
It would have been strange if no one had had doubts about this. I
remember a lady wondering if PY definitely unable to give any
confirmation, now being a long-time resident in the astral world had
really accepted her as a "disciple" and, consequently, to be laden with her
Karma. In order to avoid that with such thoughts she weakened the
enjoyment of the enticing ceremony, I reassured her that she was accepted
without fail.
They explained us that Christ was also part of this chain because He
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had appeared to Babaji (Lahiri Mahasaya's Guru) asking Him to send

emissaries to the West to spread Kriya. This story caused me no perplexity
at all. Perhaps I had no desire to think about it. To consider the whole
mission of Kriya diffusion as originating from Christ Himself was a
pleasant idea. On the other hand, I was too anxious to hear the explanation
of the technique which was soon to take place to listen to anything else.
The Kriya technique embodied God's most effective blessing toward His
privileged creatures, humans, which exclusively possessed an inner body
with seven Chakras. The mystic seven-step ladder of the Chakras was the
real highway to salvation, the fastest and safest. My mind was in great
expectation for something I had so strongly desired and for which I had
seriously been preparing for months. It was not what might be called a
"sacrament" that I was submitting to in order to safeguard a family
tradition; it was the crowning of a definitive choice! My heart was
immensely happy at the thought of the inner joy that I would gain through
the practice of Kriya.
Finally, after being taught the Kriya Pranayama, I realized I already
knew it! It was the same Kundalini-breathing technique which I had found
a long time ago in my esoteric readings and which prescribes that the
energetic current flows all the way inside the spinal column. I have already
explained that I had not taken that procedure into serious consideration,
owing to the fact that in PY's writings where I had my first glimpses of the
mechanism of Kriya Pranayama, it was written that the energy had to be
rotated "around the Chakras, along an elliptical circuit."
I was not disappointed, rather, the technique appeared perfect to me.
The explanation of the techniques Maha Mudra and Jyoti Mudra (they
never used the more common term Yoni) concluded the technical
instructions. Each technique's detail was explained in such a way that it
would not allow for the smallest variation and, in addition, a specific
routine was warmly recommended. If the least amount of doubt on the
correctness of a certain detail had arisen during the practice, nobody was
encouraged even vaguely to conduct an experiment and come to a
conclusion by himself. The only "correct" action was to contact the
headquarters of our Kriya organization, tell them the problem, and receive
further guidelines. This, in effect, was what I always did. I learned to
interact only with them. I would instinctively look for their advice as if it
were given by perfect beings that could never be wrong. I believed they
were "channels" through which the blessings of the Guru flowed. Besides,
I was quite confident that even if they would not admit it out of humility
they had already reached the highest level of spiritual realization.

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Different reasons of perplexity

I am unable to express the emotion and feeling of sacredness which
characterized my practice of Kriya Pranayama. Yet looking back, having
always kept alive that ardent belief, I must objectively admit that the
results were not different from those obtained through the practice of the
simple techniques of Nadi Sodhana and Ujjayi Pranayama. When I started
practicing PY's teachings I did it believing in the theoretical vision that I
had absorbed from reading his autobiography. I was enthusiastic at the idea
to evolve myself of one year per breath; I was burning with the desire to do
as many Kriyas as possible. However I was perplexed to observe that by
practicing that form of Kriya, the experience of Kundalini rising in the
spine, described in the previous chapter, totally disappeared.
Now I understand I was not able of conceiving a rational routine. It was not
possible to discuss with my kriyaban friends how to make the most of my
Kriya techniques. The suggested routine was: Hong So, Om technique,
Maha Mudra, Kriya proper, Jyoti Mudra, concentration on Kutastha.
The Hong Sau technique had to last 10 to 15 minutes. The breathing was
supposed to become more relaxed and create a good state of concentration.
Then, after putting the forearms on a support, we were to listen to the
internal Sounds, requiring about the same amount of time. Then there
would follow another interruption because of the Maha Mudra. Eventually,
setting back in a still and stiff position to restore the feeling of sacredness,
the Kriya Pranayama began with rigorous respect to all the instructions.
After Jyoti Mudra, the Kriya routine would be concluded with a full tenminute concentration on the Kutastha, to absorb the results of the whole
endeavor.
In my experience the two preliminary techniques did not receive the
attention they deserved, and the time devoted to the final concentration was
too short. During the Hong-Sau technique, the thought that I should
interrupt it to start the Om technique brought about a disturbing feeling,
hampering my whole surrender to its beauty. The same happened with the
procedure of the Om technique, interrupting it in order to practice Maha
Mudra.
The technique of listening to Om was a complete "universe" in itself and
led to the mystic experience, which is why its interruption was something
worse than a simple disturbance. It was illogical, as if, recognizing a friend
with joyous surprise among a crowd one begins talking with him, then
suddenly goes away hoping to meet, quite by chance, that same friend
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again and get back to where the conversation had previously ended.
The sound of Om was the mystic experience itself, the Goal I sought. Why
should I interrupt that sublime c to regain it through another technique?
Perhaps because Kriya Pranayama was a higher procedure? Higher? What
on earth does that mean?
I forced myself into such absurdity for an extremely long period. I
hoped for future clarification of such an unclear situation. At that time, the
idea of using my brain and radically changing the routine seemed to me an
act of stupid arrogance. Such was the power of that insanity which in our
group was called "loyalty"! I must acknowledge that unfortunately I had
become like one of those animals that, fed by man, tend to forget how to be
self-sufficient.
When I tried to discuss this problem with other kriyabans, I noticed an
enormous and unreasonable resistance. There were those who were not
satisfied with their practice but planned to try it again in the future, while
others were not able to even understand what I was saying.
Talking with a lady who was a longtime friend of our family, she
pretended to listen attentively, but in the end bluntly declared she already
had a Guru and did not need another. Her remark cut me deeply since my
intention was only to have a rational talk which could be inspiring for us
both. Apart from this, what sort of friendship can exist between two people
when one is so curt?
To encounter such episodes one after the other confirmed my idea
that, not being encouraged to trust the validity of self-observation, many
friends went on mechanically performing what had often become an empty
ritual simply to appease their conscience. With the exception of one person
(who harbored really strange ideas about the spiritual path which made me
entertain the thought that he might be mentally unstable), these new
kriyaban friends seemed to censor my questioning of techniques, claiming
that devotion was much more important. Often they referred to concepts I
could hardly link to the practice of Yoga, i.e. the paramount importance was
loyalty toward PY and his organization.
While their effort in practicing the meditation techniques in a deep
way was not remarkable, they tried by external means (readings, devotional
chanting, convocations...) to extract from the depths of their psyche any
trace of religious attitude, any scrap of spiritual aspiration. They
impregnated it with the natural heart's affection for their Guru even if
they had known him only from photos thus obtaining the resolution of a
lifelong commitment. Looking back at those times, I wonder what their
opinion was about my impatient attitude in contrast to their passiveness. In
my reasoning, I could not conceive of the idea of leaning passively under
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the protection of a saint who solved all our problems. This concept,
together with others I had experienced in that school, was a cause of real
conflict. My approach to the spiritual path was so different from theirs that
there was no hope of reaching a point of contact or common ground.
Unfortunately, the written lessons contained some ambiguous parts. Just to
give an example, PY wrote that in order to awaken Kundalini it was
important to regularly practice Kechari Mudra, but the instruction on how
to perform it were nowhere to be found.
Higher Kriyas
I contacted the elderly lady who was officially invested as a "Meditation
Counselor" in order to discuss with her the technical details contained in
the Second Kriya lessons. She could not help me. Just like everyone else,
she had learned all the Higher Kriyas only in written form because,
unfortunately, after PY's Mahasamadhi no direct initiations were ever
given. Acknowledging her uncertainties about their correct execution, she
admitted that she regretted not having had her Higher Kriyas checked by
Ministers who were direct disciples of PY, despite having had plenty of
opportunities to do so.
Among the kriyabans in the meditation group, there was a woman who had
received Kriya initiation years ago and had once lived near our school's
general offices. I asked if she had received the Second Kriya. She didn't
seem to understand the question. So, with astonishment, I reminded her
that Lahiri Mahasaya's disciple, Swami Pranabananda, had accompanied
the moment of his death with the practice of the Second Kriya. She
became visibly nervous, saying that the quotation clearly referred to the
technique of Kriya Pranayama: one breath, then a second one. This had to
be, in her opinion, the "Second Kriya!" I looked at her with a meek but
piercing look; I felt my legs give way. I had the impression that the idea of
a further technique to be added to the too many already received and
practiced daily upset her. It was as if she felt she had made so great an
effort to form the habit of daily practice of the First Kriya that she could
not muster up even more dedication. I believe that, up to this day, she has
remained fixed in her conviction.
I had still not recovered from this shock when an aristocratic-looking lady
disclosed to me she had received initiation in the so-called Higher Kriyas
years before. Full of enthusiasm, my eyes opened wide. She said she had
felt so unworthy that she had put them aside and, after some time, she had
forgotten them entirely. ''Forgotten!' I couldn't believe my ears. This last
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abomination was inconceivable to me. Her self-satisfied ignorance, passed

off as humility and who knows what kind of overabundant devotion,
crossed the bounds of decency. When I expressed my objection that her
behavior seemed an exhibition of indifference toward the higher teachings
taught by her Guru, she looked at me in bewilderment as if my
impertinence had violated an implicit law: do not impudently enter the
intimate arena of her Sadhana. She replied that what she had was enough,
and then briskly cut off any further discussion.
When I received the lessons on the Third and Fourth Kriya, I was startled
reading that these techniques lead to the experience of Astral Samadhi. I
attentively studied the instructions and still there remained some doubts of
interpretation. However, my enthusiasm was strong. After an attentive
consideration of what was written, I assumed that practicing the Third and
Fourth Kriya at the end of my Kriya routine was the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, that didn't work, and I got stuck in that wrong habit. My
Kriya routine lacked a substantial phase of meditation after the execution
of the new techniques. Only after a long internalization phase does Prana
become calm in the body, while expanding joy originating from the heart
Chakra draws you straight to the ecstatic state. The best results are
achieved when you are able going inside without the help of physical
movements. In order to achieve this, it is necessary either to have the gift
of an awakened intuition or to receive detailed instructions from an expert.
At that time, no guide was there to shed light and encouragement. I can't
image what grace would have been born in my life if, at that moment,
someone had guided me to devise a correct routine!
A dream crumbles
Months went by and my dissatisfaction grew. I didn't dare do anything that
overstepped the scanty instructions I had received. I was near desperation. I
kept on asking myself how the lessons could possibly promise the state of
Samadhi while, at that moment, despite my efforts, I didn't receive
anything else than nausea. It was improper to try and clarify my doubts by
questioning elder kriyabans. As I have previously hinted, we were all in the
same boat. I did what was recommended to me several times: I wrote to the
management of my Kriya school in order to schedule an appointment with
one of its representative Ministers who would soon come to our country to
impart initiation to Kriya Yoga.
I asked for this interview because I really needed it. It is not in my
temperament to disturb anyone on trivialities. I am sure that, in order to
answer my questions, it would have taken the Minister just a couple of
minutes. I looked forward to that date with great anticipation.
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When the Minister arrived, my Meditation Counselor introduced me to

him. He said he would clarify my doubts as soon as possible. In the
following days I became dismayed when I realized that the Minister kept
postponing our meeting without valid reasons. Since I had decided not to
give up, at last we met. Unfortunately I found this meeting to be truly
disturbing.
I was convinced that hypocrisy, bureaucracy, formality, and deception were
totally alien to one who devoted his life to practicing and teaching Kriya,
yet the sensation I had meeting him was akin to meeting a business man
who had more important affairs in mind and who was very irritable. He
was emphatic that we not talk about Kechari Mudra, and with regard to the
Third and Fourth Kriya techniques, he advised me brusquely to restrict my
practice to the First Kriya. He declared I was overexcited and that this was
not a good sign for a kriyaban. I replied I would surely take his advice into
consideration; nevertheless, I wanted to see how to move my head
correctly in order to practice those techniques in the future.
Annoyed taking my remark as insolence he recommended that I
send my questions to the school's head and stood up to leave as he said
this. In vain I replied that the movements of the head (required for Third
and Fourth Kriya techniques) could not be shown in a letter. I was
speaking to a "wall" and the refusal was absolute.
I had always trusted and respected PY's organization and had studied the
reference literature as if preparing for a university exam. After my
interview with that ill-disposed figure, I was in an atrocious mental and
emotional state. I wondered what role a school played that was not doing
its very best to clarify each given teaching. For what purpose were our
ministers traveling around the world, if not to directly show students how
to practice what they have learned through the correspondence course?
Why should I feel guilty and unsuitable for the Kriya path, only because I
had dared to ask (firmly but politely) for a practical demonstration? I was
not able to drop the whole matter and was quite agitated. Those who saw
me immediately after the meeting said I was unrecognizable. Among them,
a lady with a honeyed voice suggested that I had gotten an important lesson
from our Guru in her opinion, I had a too self-assured attitude and should
learn to accept unquestioningly the word of a Minister.
After some time, the feeling of having witnessed the senseless whims of a
man in power yielded to a different consideration. Very probably that
Minister had given me the same discipline he received during his postulant
years. A woman who had known him at that time depicted him as a very
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curious kriyaban who usually put many technical questions to elder

Ministers. Knowing the rules of monastic discipline, I was sure that his
queries weren't always answered promptly.
This made me more calm and cheerful. However, there are often
childish thoughts that emerge when we are in an uncertain situation. I was
afraid that this man, communicating back to the headquarters of PY's
organization, might speak unfavorably of me, saying something that might
have reduced the probability of my obtaining that coveted information in
the future. I feared that my idyllic relationship with my Kriya organization
a bond that for so many years had represented my horizon could be
deteriorated.
Strange as it might seem, a part of me was relishing the whole
situation. I knew for certain that this destructive experience would
somehow be turned into something positive, crucial for my path. I was too
much in love with the Kriya path to be daunted by any difficulty.
The lady Meditation Counselor, who was not present on that occasion but
had met the Minister in another town, blamed me for having turned the
interview with him into a troublesome event. I wrote her a bitter letter,
insulting her indirectly. She replied very firmly, implying that my letter
ended our friendship. Later she toned down her attitude and invited me to
her house to talk about the event.
First of all I expressed to her my irrevocable determination to explore all
possible sources in order to clarify my questions. I mentioned my idea of
leaving for India, and she mumbled something about India not necessarily
being any guarantee of authenticity. She told me that recently some
kriyabans had found (in a well-known Ashram strictly tied to PYs life
story) a Swami who gave them "pseudo Kriya" techniques that were, in her
opinion, some meaningless, others dangerous. She said that there was
nothing unusual about it; there were many unauthorized teachers
introducing themselves as loyal disciples of PY. With a vivid imagination,
she compared them to spiders using the honey of the Guru's love to attract
devotees who then became their prey. She spoke about a disciple of PY
who had formerly been one of the directors of the organization but then had
branched out on his own, opening another Kriya school. This man was a
"traitor" in her opinion.
This woman had enough material to go on with her stories indefinitely, but
it was then that a very forceful sentence slipped out of my mouth which
surprised me and froze her: "Should I receive Kriya teaching from the
worst criminal in the world, I would still be able to turn it into gold. If it
were polluted, I would have the intuition to reconstruct it to its original
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integrity."
She replied with a sigh that I was moving dangerously close to
losing the grace of my Guru-disciple relationship. In order to make me
understand the value of receiving the instructions from a true Guru, she
told me what happened when one kriyaban decided to leave the Ashram of
his Guru, PY, and seek another teacher. The Guru, aware of this, got in the
disciple's way to stop him when he heard an inner voice "the voice of
God", she specified ordering him not to interfere with the disciple's
freedom. PY obeyed and in a flash of intuition foresaw all the disciple's
future incarnations, those in which he would be lost, in which he would
keep on seeking amid innumerable sufferings, jumping from one error to
another the path he was then relinquishing. Then, in the end, the disciple
would return to the same path. The lady said that PY had been quite
specific as to the number of incarnations that whole discouraging trip
would take about thirty! The moral of this story was clear, something
from which one could not escape: I had to avoid looking elsewhere or I
would lose myself in a labyrinth of enormous sufferings and who knows
when I would be able to get back on the correct path.
I shifted my attention to her photograph of PY, taken on the day of
his death. It was nicely framed, and some flowers and packets of incense
were before it. In those moments of silence I had the sensation that tears
were going to form in his blissful eyes (it was not a bizarre feeling; other
people told me they had had the same experience.) I related my impression
to her, in response to which she became very serious and, with her eyes
pointed far off toward an indefinite spot, soberly uttered: "You have to
consider it a warning: the Guru is not content with you"! There was not
the least doubt that she was not joking at all.
In that moment, I realized how much PY was a "presence" in her life,
although she had never met him! I let my gaze rest on the bouquet of May
lilies which we had purchased at the train station immediately after my
arrival in town graciously arranged in a small vase before the photo of PY.
She had then explained that she never skimped on fresh flowers for her
"Guru." I realized how full of sweet comfort must be her life! I knew that if
I wanted to feel devotion with such intensity I had a lot of work to do,
namely develop stable internal tranquility, bow to my favorite form of the
Divine, and repeat this action of surrender with total sincerity every day of
my life.
Although she admired the earnestness with which I was making progress
unlike so many other tepid and halfhearted people who would go to her
only to be reignited with the motivation they could not find in themselves
she was dismayed that her devotion toward the Guru was totally alien to
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me. She could not relieve my immense thirst for knowledge of the art of
Kriya. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I had the clear impression that she
was permanently expecting me to act in a somewhat "disloyal" way either
toward the Guru or toward the organization.
The Minister of my organization was at least right about one point: I was
not calm at all. My search for technical explanations had made me as tense
as a coiled spring. Although remaining faithful to my Kriya organization, I
didn't accept vetoes and therefore I didn't take her advice. I was determined
to know Kriya inside out and no one could stop me with any argument.
After many years, when I was feeling quite distant from my initial Kriya
organization, but I still respected it, I took part in a review class of Kriya
when two female Ministers of that organization again visited our country.
During an interval between two conferences, something wonderful and
sweet happened. What I had hoped for so ardently in the past and yet had
negated in such a brutal way, materialized easily. I had a private talk with
one Minister wherein all my doubts were clarified. She was intelligent,
kind and talked from direct experience. Regarding Kechari Mudra, she said
that it comes with time, especially by persisting in touching the uvula with
the tip of the tongue. I also inquired about one of PY's remarks, namely
"The Chakras can be awakened by psycho-physical blows given at their
different locations." The Minister clarified its meaning by explaining it
referred to the use of a Mantra coupled with breath. No other hypothetical
technique other than that which was fully described in the written material
was being hinted at. She explained that if a syllable is mentally chanted in
a Chakra's location with real intensity, it creates a "psycho-physical blow".
This clarification inspired my practice. Returning home, I had the
impression of again living the best time of my life. I discovered a way of
perfecting the final part of my Kriya routine: while projecting in each
Chakra the mental chant of the Mantra, I realized I had the power to touch
the core of each one with an almost physical intensity. A great sweetness
sprang from this procedure; my body seemed to become stiff as a statue
and the breathless state made my mind transparent as crystal. I was willing
to put an end to my search of the Original Kriya and prolong this state for
the rest of my life but the eagerness to get information about Kriya had
already caused devastation and poured a mortal poison in my soul.

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Appendix: Important clarification about the Kriya Pranayama technique

I have written that after receiving the technique of Kriya Pranayama, I realized it
was the same Kundalini-breathing technique which I had found time ago in my
esoteric readings. (It prescribes that the energetic current always flows inside the
spinal column.) I found it strange that it didn't fit the description given by PY in
his writings (he wrote that the energy had to be rotated "around the Chakras,
along an elliptical circuit." )
Many years later I came to know that PY during the thirties had taught a
different variation of his Kriya Pranayama where the energy actually rotates
along an elliptical path. For unknown reasons that variation was replaced with
the present one. Well, I think that this was a great loss for all serious students.
After much experimenting and considering also the reports of some
sincere friends who tried out different forms of Kriya Pranayama, I am sure that
if I had practiced Kriya in the ''old way'' I would have obtained better results.
That technique is indeed a masterpiece, far more beautiful than what certain
schools now offer as "Original Kriya." If I had received it instead of the modified
version, I could have touched the sky with one finger. Sometimes I bitterly ask
myself: "Why did PY yield to the temptation of changing it"?
I think that Kriya teachers are not fully aware of what happens when their
disciples discover they have received a simplification or a modification and not
the procedure taught since the beginning. Having received a different procedure
the student asks himself: ''Which one is the original Kriya as taught by Lahiri
Mahasaya?'' The student often fantasizes idly about the reason of this
modification. ''Perhaps this suits the needs of the mass? Ok, there is no problem,
a teacher has the full right to do this, but please let me know of this
modification.''
Without this clarification the student feels he/she has been deceived. To
many kriyabans, this fact produces a wound not able to be healed. Indeed there is
no reason of practical opportunity that justifies such situation. Certainly it is true
that there are so many superficial kriyabans who don't pay attention to matters of
modifications, they will soon forget the whole issue and beautifully affirm that
what has been decided is for their own good. But the best kriyabans, those who
know what ''earnestness'' means, won't never forgive such teacher. The esteem
for their teacher is diminished or reduced to zero. The same concept of Guru is
put in discussion. This creates conflicts that remain incurable even after decades
of sincere reflection.

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CHAPTER 3
FROM THE MENTAL SILENCE TO THE BREATHLESS STATE
Useless studies and unavoidable failure
The will to have a deeper understanding of PY's written words about Kriya
Yoga took a particular route. I knew three names of direct disciples of PY
who had had a clash with the school's board of directors and set out on their
own. I hoped to find clues in their writings which could help me clear my
doubts. I purchased all their published material, taped lectures and all. I
was expecting that in order to prove their high level of Self realization, they
had elaborated PY's thought through direct experience of the different
phases of Kriya and were willing to prepare a more accurate didactic
material for those devotees who would turn to them, neglecting the main
source.
Well then, the first disciple seemed to be an expert in remembering
even the most insignificant episodes of the life of his Guru while it was
reluctant in giving practical instructions; the second one was undoubtedly
more professional, pedagogically gifted, but out of the material he gave,
almost nothing new emerged. In the literature of the third disciple
surprising and valuable since, having suffered the tragedy of mental illness
which he recounted exhaustively I found only an illumining sentence
upon the role of Kechari Mudra: all the rest was a devastating banality. The
secrets, if these three disciples had any, were well guarded!
Months later, the lady (many kriyabans addressed to her as ''Meditation
Counselor'') who helped me with the Hong so and Om techniques found
out that I had read the "forbidden books.'' Not only that, I had made a
present of one of those books to a couple of friends! A friend of mine
showed me a letter in which the Counselor had called me "a man who stabs
his Guru's back, handing out daggers to other people as well, so they can
do the same"! She concluded by writing that ''intelligence is a doubleedged weapon: it can be used to eliminate the swelling of ignorance and
also to abruptly cut off the lifeblood that sustains the spiritual path.''
Her reaction was so exaggerated that I wasn't hurt at all. Her actions
were obviously driven by waves of unabashed emotion; decades of
steadfast conditioning, had irretrievably affected her common sense. I felt a
sort of tenderness toward her and I smiled, picturing the moment in which
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she had written that letter: seeing her own expectations regarding my
behavior coming true, I am sure that her countenance was at last tranquil
and serene as if tasting a delicious, intimate satisfaction.
Overcoming certain reluctance, I began reading some books written by
Lahiri Mahasaya's disciples rather than those of PY. These few books (at
that time books like Puran Purush by Yogacharya Dr. Ashoke Kumar
Chatterjee had not yet been published) disappointed me. They were nothing
but bland meaningless words endlessly repeated, together with continuous
changes in topic, which I considered unbearable. The practical notes,
presented as essential, were only scattered bits copied from classical books
on Yoga. The lack of care in their presentation made me suppose that the
author had not bothered checking the original texts he had quoted but had
most likely taken those quotations from other books which were also
quoting from other reference books, continuing a chain wherein each
author would add a little something just to mark his personal contribution.
I decided to study again all the material furnished by my organization,
trying to delve deeper into it. My purpose was obviously to realize in the
daily life PY's teachings. I would meet some kriyaban friends on Sundays,
and together read crucial passages from the correspondence course and
discuss them during a walk. The correspondence course contained also
esoteric teachings that could not be considered an integral part of Kriya
Yoga but could help students to develop their intuition of the subtle laws
governing human lives.
I must recognize that my study was not balanced: I had too much interest
about the the esoteric teachings. I was especially interested in mastering
two skills in particular: how to recognize friends from previous lives and
how to project energy for pranic healing.
The teachings were clearly given with all the necessary cautionary
remarks, but my approach was devoid of caution and discrimination. I
acted as if I were supported from "above", imagining that the benedictions
and the strength of the Guru were with me. I paid attention only to some
aspects of the teachings, choosing those particular patterns of behavior that
appealed to my emotions.
Then failure came inexorably. At first I could not accept it. I refused to
believe I had acted wrongly. I wanted to believe that mine was only an
apparent failure. As time went by, all evidence suggested that I had neither
cured nor helped any person in any way. Furthermore I had made a fool of
myself disturbing the peace and privacy of other people. In the unprovable
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territory of the ''previous lives'', it was so obvious, it seemed so evident

and sensible to me that instead of using my meditation-born intuition
(which the received instruction aimed at developing) I simply took
figments of my imagination to create various mind films, convincing
myself I had lived them in a far distant past. My reveries embodied only
the fulfillment of my desires and were indicators of my likings and
preferences. The realization of all this was too acute. Slipping into a state
of dismay, I was unable to think a single coherent thought for some
months.
I discover the extraordinary figure of Mre
In this period I started reading Mother, or the Divine Materialism, a book
about The Mother (Mre) written by her beloved disciple, Satprem. The
Mother was a disciple of Sri Aurobindo and, after his death in 1951
continued his research. The Mother gave substance to Sri Aurobindo's
belief that the Divine the basic intelligent and evolutionary force behind
everything in existence could perfectly manifest on this planet! "The
world is not an unfortunate accident: it is a miracle moving toward its full
expression'', she declared. "In matter, the Divine becomes perfect" she
wrote. From 1958 until her death in 1973, the Mother recounted her
extraordinary exploration to he disciple Satprem. Their talks are written out
in Mother's Agenda (6000 pages in 13 volumes)
I immediately felt intense love for the Mother. Her thought had nothing to
do with philosophy: it was new, something never heard before. It was, I
would say, ''debunking.'' What impressed me at first glance and gave me a
liberating emotion was her comment on Sri Aurobindo's aphorisms. I felt
an explosion of joy reading her comment to aphorism No. 70: "Examine
thyself without pity, then thou wilt be more charitable and pitying to
others." Annotating it, she wrote:
The need to be virtuous is the great obstacle to true self-giving. This is the
origin of Falsehood and even more the very source of hypocrisy -- the
refusal to accept to take upon oneself one's own share of the burden of
difficulties. Do not try to appear virtuous. See how much you are united,
one with everything, that is anti-divine. Take your share of the burden,
accept yourselves to be impure and false and in that way you will be able
to take up the Shadow and offer it. And in so far as you are capable of
taking it and offering it, then things will change. Do not try to be among
the pure. Accept to be with those who are in darkness and give it all with
total love.

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Naturally, by daring to say that: "Morality is the great obstacle on the

spiritual path", she simple stressed the value of not trying at any cost to
appear pure in other people's eyes, but instead behaving according to the
truth of one's being.
The Mother gave voice to my own innermost convictions in an
euphorically vivid way. She reasoned like a westerner and treated the
themes of India's spirituality with a western language which was both
lyrical and rational, and at the highest degree of excellence. Sometimes I
had the impression to discover in her writings a sort of revolution, a
reversal of values. Just to give an example, the contemplation of Beauty in
nature and in some forms of art was not to be considered a fleeting emotion
but had to be lived with an indomitable striving toward a divinization of
life. Spellbound, I contemplated the shimmering splendor of a full
manifestation of the Divine in the atoms of inert matter. There was a
fragrance in this never-before-met idea. It excited and moved me. There
were moments in which my head felt hot as if I were feverish.
The Mother did not behave like a traditional Guru, you understand
this by reading the conversations with Satprem. But she was able to extract
from all persons going to her for blessing, for inspiration, all the hidden
potentialities. She believed that each person should acknowledge their dark
side, accept the fact that in the depths of their being there stirs the same
substance that in some had developed into a way of living shunned by
society. According to her teaching, people become true individuals only
when in constant pursuit of a greater beauty, harmony and knowledge.
They move toward perfection only when compactly integrated with their
divine center.
Now she was no more in this physical dimension, I could not meet her but
in the dimension of the love I felt. This love brought a great blessing in my
life. It happened that I gradually began to examine with limpid eyes my
way of practicing Kriya Yoga and realized the complexity of my selfdeception. My approach and attitude towards the spiritual path was
improper. Unfortunately, entering a Kriya-founded organization had not
meant finding new means to perfect my preexisting practice of
Pranayama: it meant deviating from the common way of reasoning and
feeling, embracing as final truth a set of speculative ideas wholly
unsupported by facts. My judgment was impaired and practically nonexistent.
About my practice, my commitment was unimpressive. Instead of focusing
upon the joy of perfecting the art of Pranayama I relaxed my effort lulled
into a false sense that finding the specific form of Pranayama called Kriya
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was a struck of luck. This idea is not pernicious in itself, but if it is coupled
with the childish idea that each Kriya breath can produce "the equivalent of
a solar year of spiritual evolution" and that through a million of these
breaths I would infallibly reach the Cosmic Consciousness, then this idea
may deviate you from the right attitude.
Actually, I tried to perform the greatest possible number of
Pranayama and I felt no shame nor remorse for the way I was practicing. I
didn't realize that my Kriya routine had slipped into a mindless habit. My
iron-willed discipline was softened by the hypnotic promise of the "Guru's
Blessings".
"Aren't you glad to have found a true Guru?" For years I heard this
refrain from my Kriya organization, "Aren't you enthusiastic that He has
been chosen for you by God Himself?" "Oh yes we are happy" we replied
with tears of joy. This idea, more than any other factor, had lethal effects on
me; it was the cradle in which my ego was fed and strengthened.
My first efforts in exploring my book-learned Pranayama were
accompanied by constant striving for perfection. In the beginning my
intuition was alive, constantly stimulated; while practicing, I anticipated its
inevitable progression and was quietly excited during each moment of it. I
constantly felt myself as one who is pursuing his ideal of perfection, nay
his ideal of Beauty. Afterward, having received Kriya, the idea of
practicing "the fastest technique in the field of spiritual evolution" made
the intensity of my effort lose its edge. The main cause of my failure was to
be sought in the fact that the values instilled gradually in me by my culture
had been betrayed.
The decisions that saved me
I was very impressed with how she dealt with the theme of Japa (repetition
of a Mantra.) She recounted how during the screening of a film she heard
the Sanskrit Mantra: OM NAMO BHAGAVATEH NARAYANAY. She
wondered what would happen if she repeated that Mantra during her daily
meditation. She did, choosing only the first part of it ''Om namo
Bhagavateh'' and the result was extraordinary. She reported that: "It (the
Mantra) coagulates something: all the cellular life becomes one solid,
compact mass, in a tremendous concentration with a single vibration.
Instead of all the usual vibrations of the body, there is now only one single
vibration. It becomes as hard as a diamond, a single massive concentration,
as if all the cells of the body had ... I became stiff from it. I was so stiff
that I was one single mass." [This quotation is drawn from Mother's
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Hence I started the first experiments with the practice of Japa. Nothing in
particular happened. Or perhaps yes, since I felt the imperative need to
obey some rules in order to live again a season of seriousness just like it
was many years ago at the beginning of my spiritual path. The rules are
three:
[I] MENTAL SILENCE
To achieve perfection in Pranayama, it is necessary that my life be merged
in the Mental Silence which cannot be produced in any other way but by
the practice of Japa. I have the moral duty to practice Kriya utilizing a
mind that constantly lives in the deep state of peace described by Sri
Aurobindo and by The Mother. Only in this situation the blessing of the
Divine can descend into my life, crossing all the layers of my being:
thoughts, emotions, sensations....
[II] PRANAYAMA PRATYAHARA
Through Pranayama a state of calmness and poise is born which becomes
the foundation for the subsequent step: Pratyahara, in which the awareness
is disconnected from external reality. My five senses have thus been turned
inward. Such state is destructed by the least movement. Therefore the
techniques which require movement (Maha Mudra, Jyoti Mudra and the
Higher Kriyas) should be completed before entering the Pratyahara phase;
the breath and the heart should have the time necessary to slow down.
[III] MYSTICAL PATH
My interest for Kriya is not equivalent to a research in the esoteric field. I
must erase from my mind any senseless vision I had in the past upon the
nature of Kriya. 7 Now I am following the Mystical Path, there is nothing
to add.
I choose the Japa of Sri Ram
Before described how I achieved the breathless state, it is necessary to
explain that this lofty state manifested only when I had the maturity to
change the initial Mantra (Om Namo Bhagavat) and choose the Mantra
taught by Swami Ramdas: Sri Ram jay Ram jay jay Ram Om.
Perhaps the reader has familiarity with the short biography of this saint: ''In
search of God.''
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For many years Kriya was for me a technique that you practice obtaining that
something in you evolves, becomes better. A mystical path is another thing, it is a
love story between you and the Divine. I needed years to understand this difference.
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Swami Ramdas was born in 1884 in Hosdrug, Kerala, India, and named
Vittal Rao. He lived a normal life and experienced the usual ups and
downs of a householder's life. Often he inquired about the true meaning of
life and felt the desire to pursue the spiritual path in order to feel genuine
"Peace." At the right moment his father initiated him into the Ram
Mantra, assuring him that by repeating it unceasingly he would, in due
time, achieve the divine happiness he desired. It was then that Ramdas
renounced the secular life and went forth in quest of God as a mendicant
Sadhu. The Mantra "Om Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram" was ever on his
lips. The saint Ramdas moved far and wide all over India unceasingly
repeating this Mantra.
In a short time the Mantra disappeared from his lips and entered
his heart. He beheld a small circular light in the spot between his
eyebrows, which yielded him thrills of delight. Then the dazzling light
permeated and absorbed him. A stage was soon reached when this
dwelling in the spirit became a permanent and unvarying experience. 8

Discovering the simplicity of Swami Ramdas and the greatness of his

experience was very inspiring; looking at one of his photos, I tried to recite
his Mantra. And I found myself in a mental condition that I ''adopted'' it
immediately. His teaching was extremely simple:
Repeat the name of ''Ram'' at all times of the day and at nights when you
are awake. You may be sure that you will not feel lonely or miserable as
long as you are uttering that glorious name. Where this name is sounded,
or meditated upon, there resides no sorrow, no anxiety no anxiety nay,
not even death.
Utter Rama's name any time, amid all of life's distractions,
whenever there is a momentary return of your consciousness to Selfawareness. When this happens you feel the ensuing joy and you
concentrate on it as long as possible (while repeating the name of Ram.)
In this way you perfect your surrender to God. This is to be practiced
when facing every event, every day, and in every circumstance.

The most beautiful period of my life begun. I look upon it as the dawn of
the true understanding, and I hope to never forget the lesson it contains.
The sound of that Mantra, which I had already heard in different
recordings, was very pleasant. I loved to make it vibrate in my chest and
infuse it with my heart's aspiration. Helped by a mala (rosary beads), I
started to recite that Mantra aloud 108 times (the number of beads in a
mala) during a walk, and let it go ahead mentally (automatically) for some
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Swami Ramdas attained Mahasamadhi in 1963. Besides the practice of Japa, he

adopted the discipline of looking upon all other people as forms of Ram (God), and
of accepting every happening as coming from the will of God. He stuck to this
attitude and was always rolling in a sea of indescribable happiness.
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time.
Since I observed that while doing it an irresistible impulse to put
everything in order, emerged, I thought that the Mantra could work in a
similar way by cleaning out my mental stuff, putting my "psychological
furniture" in order. Therefore, even though sometimes I felt a bit dazed, I
practiced it with the utmost seriousness.
I experience the breathless state
In those days, I begun my Kriya routine with Maha Mudra, then there was
the practice of Kriya Pranayama (no more than 48 breaths), then the
technique called Third Kriya (later I called this technique more properly:
''Elementary form of Thokar''), then, with great sweetness, I resumed the
practice of Kriya Pranayama. Usually I practiced 12-24 Kriya breaths, no
more. I intuitively felt when it was the right moment to forget the breath
process. The last part of my routine was Mental Pranayama: I guided my
awareness to rest upon each Chakra (up and down the spine) for 10-20
seconds. I paused on each Chakra as a bee drawn to the nectar in flowers
hovers over each in great delight. One part of my attention was always on
the third eye, that "inward eye" which Wordsworth appropriately defines as
"the bliss of solitude."
Well, what I have described is the Pranayama phase. In order to
experience successfully the Pratyahara phase, I called to mind my own
conception of the Divine, experiencing a calm emotion in my heart. This
helped me to let go of any resistance and be open to the experience that
was starting to occur. The breathing process, which in the meantime had
become very short, eventually reached immobility, like a pendulum gently
reaching the equilibrium point. The key moment was to perceive distinctly
a fresh energy sustaining my body from inside. It was as if my cells were
breathing pure energy which didn't originate from the inhaled air. I was
aware both of the Chakras and of the body as a whole. There was no breath
at all. My lungs were immobilized and this condition lasted a good number
of minutes (10-20 or more) without any feeling of uneasiness; there was
neither the least thrill of surprise nor the thought, "Finally I have it!" The
event was very enjoyable: in a blue-painted profundity, I felt to be free
from the physical law of depending on the breath.
This event happened every day but only when I practiced Japa aloud, at
least one mala a couple of hours before my Kriya session. There was a
perfect association between the practice of Japa and the attainment of the
breathless state. Every day I could verify this. Often, before starting my
practice, I wondered if I would experience again that divine state. It
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seemed almost impossible to reach so easily that state. Yet it punctually

happened.
Where my best intentions had failed, Japa had produced the miracle! I am
always astonished; it seems impossible that Japa, one of the simplest
techniques in the world, can produce infallibly such a valuable result!
Compared to the results obtained through Ram Japa, my past experiences
of calming the breath through a concentration technique given by my
organization seemed elusive, vanishing, like luminous reflections on the
water.
Remarks on Japa
Most books introducing the practice of Japa (Prayer) insist only upon a
heap of banalities. When I read that the mala (rosary) for Japa should be
made of this or of that material, or that it should not be seen by others, or
that the Sumeru bead [an extra bead as the extension to the row, which is
the point at which one round of counting around the mala begins and ends]
should never be passed [if you do the mala twice, you should turn it and
make the last bead become the first bead of the second round] ... I infer that
the person who is writing has no familiarity with the process of reasoning.
We can also question those that insist on the fact that Japa works only
when you use a particular formula canonized by a traditional pattern of
worship.
Now, what I want to say is that Swami Ramdas' simple biography is worth
a thousand times more than those useless essays deprived of any
intelligence or passion. This is one of those rare books that kindle the right
intuition about what you have to do as soon as possible: start Japa.
About the value of Japa, I would start with the statement that Japa
annihilates the background noise frequently present in our mind. We can
put it in this way: when we practice our Kriya techniques, we can enjoy a
state of calmness where almost all the activities of the mind have subsided.
The problem lies in this ''almost all.'' Unfortunately a diffuse persistent
background noise makes it impossible to enter the authentic Mental
Silence. Now, if you practice a certain amount of Japa during the day
(especially a couple of hours before starting your meditation routine) that
noise is annihilated and the substance of your mind is immobile. Japa has
interrupt the useless ''internal dialogue'' of your mind, which is a
continuous source of energy waste and, as you will surely agree, the main
obstacle to meditation process.
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S.Teresa of Avila explains that through a simple Prayer, repeated without

cease, a soul can cross all the different levels of the spiritual path up to the
union with God. Do not believe that this affirmation is an exaggeration.
Really, the Prayer changes your attitude. We accept what we are, we stop
fighting with our limits, true or presumed and we make a sincere action of
surrender. Then the joy of the Divine fertilizes the territories of humility
and it is this very joy that will change us.
Kriya Yoga has in itself all the virtues of Prayer we should not forget that
the Mantra Om or the 12 letter Mantra Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya
are prayers! Kriya Yoga adds to Prayer the art of breath control. Without
enjoying the combination Prayer-Kriya we risk that the whole set of Kriya
techniques becomes like toy with which to exhaust the internal source of
aspiration toward the Divine.
The control of the breath is very effective and shortens the time necessary
to obtain a deep internalization. But if you decide to practice only breath
control, you risk, in the long run, to come to the land of aridity, emptiness
and boredom.
Some memories
The state obtained by coupling Japa with Kriya was ''solidity'' itself. The
magic created by Japa spread into each facet of my life. While talking to
others, I remained centered on the feeling of unchangeable calmness. The
images arising from the words crossed my consciousness without creating
other images or thoughts.
I plunged with enthusiasm into that literature dealing with the practice of
Devotional Prayer. It was very interesting to study the experiences of
S.Teresa di Avila. The realization of the treasure contained in the practice
of Prayer became enriched by such study. S.Teresa was a genius: in the
mist of the countless complications of the catholic faith she saw that with a
simple Prayer, to be repeated ad infinitum, a soul could cross all the stages
of the spiritual path, achieving the union with the Divine.
I stopped any process of psychological self analysis. Time ago [many
persons will not understand you when you say that this is wrong] I wanted
to build brick by brick, by the sweat of my brow, as if it was a highly
complex project of adding new structure to old structure, the majestic
building of my ''Self realization'', or rather of my victory upon Maya.

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It was to me obvious that I could progress only by tormenting my

psychological structure to uproot the bad habits and the very roots of
iniquity and egoism. In addition, I tried undeterred to investigate the exact
causes of periods of well-being and joy and periods in which I lived
without the spiritual ''comforts'' I was accustomed to.
Prayer taught me to not expect anything and stop tormenting myself.
It taught me to go ahead in spite of any feeling of unsuitability for the
Spiritual path.
The day I went in the open country not to practice my Kriya routine but
just to practice Japa I was sustained by a calm euphoria. I felt I had entered
a new dimension. It was a near perfect day where I could enjoy the blue
sky in which a small cluster of clouds floated in the golden light. The
session was longer as I had planned. My instinct of kriyaban came forward
and guided me with sure hand: my mala was the spine with its Chakras. It
came spontaneous to put ideally the syllables of the Prayer in the Chakras.
My action was like turning on various lights along the spinal path. The
syllables of my chosen Prayer warmed me up the way the sun warmed up
the land around me. My mind became transparent as a clear sky.
I returned many times in that place. I increased the length of my practice.
Summer came and I remember long sunsets, with evenings that seemed to
have no end. That moment of my life was really a magic one. I have an
endless nostalgia for it. Living those long sessions sitting in the open
countryside, in total freedom and in a state of mystical ''intoxication'' was
an unforgettable event.
Often I realized I was practicing too quickly. It was only when I decided to
make a special effort to go ahead slowly, that the joy and love for the
Divine increased. I practiced the Prayer slowly uttering each syllable in a
whisper, enjoying a micro pause after each syllable. This short pause was
enough to perceive a sweet irradiation springing out from each center of
my spine. At this point in was impossible to distinguish Prayer from deep
meditation and from trance. One evening, a sound of tolling bells came
from a distant village it was like a cascade of light! It was so unexpected!
A part of me went on repeating: "There has never been granted so much
joy to a human being!"
I perfected the ability to recreate that state anywhere, not being disturbed
by anything. While in the beginning I was inclined to be maniacal in
preparing the proper meditation environment and became nervous and
worried about the slightest thing, now I loved to meditate in unusual places
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and impossible situations. I saw that, strangely enough, such occasions

could establish, by contrast, a particular state of awareness yielding
unhoped-for results.
Encouraged by the definitively established principle that Prayer is the
central part of the spiritual path, (this of course came from the teaching of
S.Teresa of Avila) I decided to take part to a group pilgrimage, praying
unceasingly in the Chakras as I had learned to do. The program was to
walk a full night in order to reach a beautiful sanctuary the following
morning. While I walked, I had the sweet intuition that my mates' lives
were wrapped up in love. I moved around as if my heart bore a brazier
within. The center of what I call ''me'' was not in the brain, but in my heart.
And in my heart I perceived a sort of tension of tenderness. The vision
increased in power. My mates could not by instinct avoid loving or taking
care of somebody their own children for example. Each one of them had
the power for great and incredible actions. As a consequence, no one had
the certitude of being protected by painful experiences. Their life, being
merged in love, was also merged in pain and tragedy. This duality is
involved in earthly existence, interwoven with our being. The sentiment of
this inescapable reality was experienced as a painful grip tearing my chest
apart.
While I was merged in these thoughts, the sun rose over our path
and the sanctuary appeared over a hill, something thawed in my depths and
there came such an intensity of love that the same experience turned into a
"blissful" pain.
A deeper phase in my practice happened when I practiced the procedure
called Micro movement Tribhangamurari. This will be described later, in
Chapter 10. Let me now simply define it as a Prayer said completely inside
one single Chakra and perceived as internal movement.
The period in which I was absorbed in the practice of it appears in my
memory surrounded by a dreamy aura. I even still find it hard to remember
it; sometimes, only in jest, I ask myself if it actually existed. For more than
two years I deviated from the common way of living. I practiced all day
long, every day, out in the open if possible.
I used to carry along a seat made of a plastic and a wool layer,
something to drink, and a small rosary. I would sit down, breathe deeply
and proceed with the Prayer.
Often an invincible drowsiness overpowered all my best efforts. On
the inner screen of my awareness a lot of images were displayed like
dreamlike visions. No help came from changing the position of the legs,
practicing Maha Mudra several times, or interrupting the practice for a
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short pause. After some rest, I found out, however, that it did not solve my
problem sleepiness came back as soon as I resumed the practice. There
was no way (coffee, a lot of rest) to find some relief from it; there was
nothing to do but to accept the situation and become accustomed to
practice while never coming out of a sleepy state.
I had no problems while practicing at the seaside, pretending to look far
away or to read. One day I was on a cliff not far from the beach. I had
taken shelter from the sun, under a tree. At dusk I leaned my back against
a rock and practiced keeping my eyes open. The sky was an indestructible
crystal of infinite transparency and the waves were continually changing
their color. Behind the black lenses of my sunglasses my eyes were full of
tears. I cannot describe what I felt except in poetic form.
There is an Indian song (in the final part of the movie Mahabharata)
whose lyrics are taken from the Svetasvatara Upanishad - "I have met this
Great Spirit, as radiant as the sun, transcending any material conception of
obscurity. Only the one who knows Him can transcend the limits of birth
and death. There is no other way to reach liberation but meeting this Great
Spirit." When I listen to the beautiful voice of the Indian singer repeating
"There is no other way", my heart knows that nothing has the power to
keep me away from this state and this terrifically beautiful practice, which I
will enjoy for the rest of my life.

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CHAPTER 4
SEARCH FOR ''ORIGINAL KRIYA''
First teacher: the three qualities of the Divine
After many wonderful experiences and clear states of introspection, that
year quietly came to an end. The following year was not equally shining
because something happened that created total chaos in my mind and
emotions. During a trip to Vienna (Austria), I found a book written by
the Indian Yogi Swami Hariharananda, claiming he was teaching the
original Lahiri Mahasaya's Kriya and PY's was mentioned as a slightly
modified version of it. Devoured by the obsession of finding the original
Kriya, tormented by my suspicion that PY had taught a simplified form of
Kriya in order to meet the constraints of his westerner disciples, I studied
that book hoping to unearth the original Kriya Pranayama.
In the meantime my daily application of Japa decreased. Often I
formulated the thought, "I must never lose the enjoyment of the breathless
state, even for a single minute. It is the most real thing I have ever
experienced!" But my frenzied search for the original Kriya made me go
crazy. I had opened a door that couldn't be closed easily. The most intense
feelings of joy and satisfaction came from reading and rereading that book,
finely underlining some sentences. I was excited about reading that
Pranayama should be considered inaccurate and wrong if, during its
practice, the practitioner had not heard the internal sound of Om without
closing the ears.
That sentence wouldn't let me sleep. It left dangerous doubts that an
unimaginably deep and rich technique of spiritual realization had been
taken away from me and all westerners only because PY had found it
difficult to teach to his first American disciples. Was this true, was it false?
The issue is controversial, but as far as my life was concerned the world of
the "traveling Gurus" with all their hysterical claims and innumerable
contradictions took the place of what I had patiently built. Several years
elapsed before the heavenly condition brought to my life by the breathless
state would return to me again. Putting aside the problem of the
simplifications of the Kriya Yoga by PY, my mind was full of cheerful

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anticipation about the improvements that I could bring to each technique

that I was daily practicing.
The book written by the Indian Kriya teacher Swami Hariharananda, like
innumerable others I later read, was only bait to create interest in the Kriya
school founded by the author, therefore it did not include practical
explanations. However the statements it contained were worthy of
consideration; they were surely from a very deep practice of Pranayama.
The theoretical concepts he introduced were absolutely new to me and
created a beautiful consistent framework for a Kriya praxis based on a
unique progressive process of tuning into the Omkar reality.
Like a thread passing through all the pearls of a necklace, Omkar was
coursing through all the different phases of Kriya. Furthermore, the Omkar
reality had to be perceived not only in the aspects of sound and light but
also as a "swinging sensation" or ''pressure.''
Recalling a phrase which had escaped the lips of my ''Meditation
Counselor'' about a variation of the Kriya Pranayama procedure, taught to
some disciples by PY, I convinced myself that the details characterizing the
Original Kriya were two:
[I] Mental chanting of Om in each Chakra during Kriya Pranayama
[II] During Kriya Pranayama, directing all attention possible to the
internal sounds, the so called ''astral sounds.''
Recalling the period when I had practiced the "Om technique" (received
from my school) I knew perfectly that any effort toward listening to the
internal sounds was very well rewarded. The increase of devotion toward
the Divine, the blissful rapture in a spiritual passion arising from my heart,
experienced in that period had not been surpassed by any other event. The
idea of living it again through the practice of a richer form of Kriya
Pranayama charmed me.
After a few days the ancient well known sweetness again entered my life
and I gratefully welcomed it with open heart. I can't remember how many
Kriya breaths I practiced each day, surely never more than 48-60. The daily
contact with the Om vibration was my Heaven on earth for many weeks.
By day, everything seemed surrounded by a ''padded coating'', reducing all
dissonances. Everything was as if transfigured; it was like living in a
perfect reality and all worries took flight, gone from my sight. During my
spare time I would think about what a precious jewel the Kriya technique
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was. I can't imagine anything being able to make a person feel so blissful.
The strange part was I hadnt even met the teacher yet, I had only read his
book. It was the intensity of my practice that was extreme! I had a clear
perception that a state of inconceivable sweetness was mine, that I could
taste it every day, during the practice and in every moment when I rested,
free from work. To preserve such experience became the sole focus of my
Kriya practices.
Before undergoing surgery in the United States, the author of the book,
Swami Hariharananda, was stopping over in Europe. I worked very hard
to meet him and receive his Kriya initiation on that occasion.
For me, his introductory conference was of great emotional impact.
He had a majestic and noble bearing. He was "handsomely" wrapped in his
ocher clothes; his old age, and long hair and beard marked the features of
the typical sage. I caught glimpses of him while he spoke, hidden by the
front rows; I felt he was talking about Lahiri Mahasaya's legacy from direct
experience.
His stupendous, appealing words were for me a revelation, but at
certain moments my focus on technical detail made me unable to give due
attention to what he was saying. My obsession was: "What kind of throat
sound is to be produced in this original Kriya; to which center does the
energy rise in the spine?"
To make clear the proper swinging aspect of Omkar, he touched
some of the students (their head and chest) making his hand vibrate, trying
to transmit this quivering to their body. He was leading the auditorium into
a wondrous dimension, giving himself completely to us so that we could
feel the core essence of the Omkar experience.
I will give only a hint of what I have received from this school. Complete
details are to be found in chapter 7 (see Maha Mudra) and in chapter 11.
Since its beginning, this school has taught three main ways of practicing
Kriya Pranayama. I did not receive everything during the initiation
session. Talking with some longtime disciples of Swami Hariharananda
was very important.
They have taught Kriya Pranayama with long breath, with short breath and
with a very short breath on the verge of disappearing. Recently they tend to
teach only the second type very simple to be taught and to be practiced.
In my opinion it is important to practice them according to all the three
modalities, in the correct succession and with the sufficient number of
repetitions. This is the most direct way to enter the breathless state and
achieve a deep syntony with the Omkar vibration.
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As for Kriya Pranayama with long breath my intuition was perfect: it was
done by mentally chanting Om in each Chakra from Muladhara to
Fontanelle, inhaling along the back part of the spine and from Fontanelle
to Muladhara exhaling along the frontal part of the spine. The purpose of
this Pranayama is to find stability in the still breath state. This state is
called Sahaja Kumbhaka (natural way of internalizing the breath.)
Kriya Pranayama with short breath is a process of raising each of the first
five Chakras into Ajna by linking each breath with a different Chakra.
Ajna is then raised to Fontanelle by a further short breath. Then everything
is done in reverse and so on...
The goal of Kriya Pranayama with very short breath is to become aware of
1728 breaths each day. Since this requires about three hour, people can
practice it only once in a week or in special occasions.
I decided to never exclude my Kriya Pranayama with long breath from my
practice.
When I returned home I lived an unforgettable experience. It was winter
and I had a three week vacation. I spent every morning wrapped in the
warmth of my home, practicing as much as possible, applying the
fundamental concepts Swamiji emphasized so much. I also spent some
days in a beautiful location equipped for winter sport, where I could
wander aimlessly around the snow-white countryside. While I was lazily
roaming about, the sun set early, painting the landscape with breathtaking
colors; the small village, sunk in the snow, started to radiate in a few
seconds of glory all the colors of the spectrum of light. My memory will
always hold it as the splendid symbol of this wonderful period in my life.
After one year, I received their form of Second Kriya.
I was entranced by assisting to the initiation into the Second Kriya: the
explanations were given live and not through written material as happened
in the past with my first organization. I was so happy!
The purpose of the Second Kriya is to transcend the six Chakras.
Prana is intensified and distributed equally among all the Chakras. After
many repetitions of the whole procedure (contemplating also particular
movements of the head) you feel that your awareness is separated from the
physical body like a cloud floating in a sky of peace. They say that the
Second Kriya ends in ''cracking the coconut.'' The coconut is a symbol of
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While I was walking in the city that hosted Swamiji, after receiving
initiation, all seemed more beautiful than ever. It was a sunny day and the
bells were ringing out in the splendor of noon. I lived in heaven. I
experienced a total contentment and ease, as if my Kriya path had come to
its fulfillment.
After returning home, I practiced intensively. One day while still at
work, I was in a room from which I could see the distant mountains
through a window pane, and contemplate the pure celestial sky above
them. I was in ecstasy! That distant sky was the mirror of my future years,
wholly dedicated to Kriya Yoga. For the first time the prospect of retiring
and living on a minimal income, maintaining this state for the rest of my
days, started to take real shape.
Unfortunately the following year I received a great disappointment. As for
receiving other advanced techniques, Swami Hariharananda expressed
himself adamantly: the request of being initiated in them implied a lack of
engagement in the basic techniques.
The decision of the Swami instead of confirming me in the practice
of the First and the Second Kriya destroyed me. How and where could I
learn the Higher Kriyas from this school?
The awareness of this situation fizzled out the enthusiasm of many and
contributed to his isolation. He did not take into consideration the
insatiable curiosity of the majority of kriyabans who accepted no
interference in their quest. His unfortunate decision triggered an automatic
reflex which pushed away the people most indispensable to him.
Consumed by a thirst for the complete teachings, they began to search for
other teachers. Disappointed by their defection, he stubbornly focused even
more pointedly on his decision. Those who tried to get this absurdity across
to him and thereby prevent it found themselves facing a stone wall.
The soil he plowed and was cultivating started to become sterile. He
had all the tools necessary to attract the western world. The book he had
written had been a smart strategic move which made him popular in the
West, saving for himself a place of crucial importance in the domain of
Kriya. Moreover, his Indian-sage figure impressed people. Hundreds of
scholars were ready to back his mission and treat him as a "divinity", and
were willing to show the same respect to possible collaborators and
successors.
It is true that a lot of people were content with his Kriya, but they would
never organize a seminar for their teacher. Frankly speaking, the
faithfulness of the many was not enough to avoid the worst. His
commendable effort, all the marvelous subtleties by which he had enriched
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our Kriya and made this practice far more beautiful, was not enough to
prevent a shipwreck of his mission at least here in Europe. 9
Using the same fliers and changing only the Master's name and photo,
many of the people who formerly organized his seminars invited another
teacher from India because they knew he was well-disposed to explain
Kriya in its complete form.
Those who had already met him in India knew his own spiritual
realization was almost non-existent. This invitation was perhaps made
more out of desperation than of conviction. Because of visa problems, it
took two years before he finally landed in Europe, and when he arrived
practically all the before-described teacher's disciples were ready to
welcome this new guru as their God-sent messenger.
This new teacher did in fact give us the very craved key to achieve Kechari
Mudra, the Navi Kriya and others. But let me first describe the most
disappointing meeting of my life. I came in contact with a Kriya school
very far from Lahiri Mahasaya's teachings. I just want to drop a quick note
on this school (I don't want to even mention its name) where I touched the
lowest point of my spiritual path.
Second teacher: fictional Kriya
The Kriya Yoga they taught was based upon the teachings of an Indian
personage who claimed he was a direct disciple of Babaji. The school
offered three levels of Kriya, easy to obtain in about three years if you
showed enough commitment. The idea of having found a source from
which I could learn everything about Kriya excited me tremendously.
The introductory book to this school was very strange: its illustrations gave
the impression of a fairytale. In this book there was no mention of
techniques like Talabya Kriya, Kechari Mudra, Navi Kriya, Omkar
Pranayama, Thokar.... The main technique was called Kriya Kundalini
Pranayama. It was coupled with many other teachings grouped under four
main headings: Hatha Yoga, Dhyana Yoga, Mantra Yoga and Bhakti Yoga.
The first instructions I received didn't disappoint me, but did leave
me a bit perplexed. The teacher was obsessed with the precept of not
holding one's breath, therefore the technique of Yoni Mudra, which is
fundamental for Lahiri Mahasaya, was considered dangerous and thus
banned. Their Kriya Kundalini Pranayama was indeed beautiful. The most
annoying thing was that once you had completed the prescribed number of
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Something remains indeed, but very scanty compared to what he could have realized
if only he had been more conciliatory!
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breaths, the process you had put into motion had to suddenly be
relinquished and switched to Dhyana Kriya, a meditation which had
nothing to do with spine, Chakras etc.
Before receiving instruction from this school, I had mixed what I had
learned from PY's organization with Swami Hariharananda's teaching and
had created a very pleasant routine whose final part (concentration on the
Chakras) was pure delight. Seriously practicing this new routine, there
grew within me a marked longing for what I had relinquished. [I had the
heavy sensation of gaining nothing substantial. ]
The central core of the Second Level was initiation into Indian
Mantras. This subject was more appealing to me. The day of initiation into
a Mantra was proceeded by a day of silence; entranced we listened a
splendid lesson upon the utility of the practice of Japa. There were other
teachings that left me perplexed. Since I had placed much hope on the
upcoming third level, I endured it all.
The third final level was an atrocious delusion. There were no proper
Higher Kriyas but instead classic Yoga techniques, suitable for a
preparatory course to Kriya. The six Samadhi techniques, given at the
conclusion of that enervating and boring course, were: a variation of the
Hong Sau technique, three fairly common techniques of visualization, the
classic instruction of continuous awareness during the day and, at the end,
a variation of the same Om meditation technique I had received from my
first Kriya organization. The variations of the Hong Sau technique, as well
as of the Om technique, seemed devised by a lazy mind whose only
purpose in modifying them was to avoid the accusation of having copied
from PY's organization, with no concern as to whether the resulting
techniques were devoid of their power. For example, in the first technique,
the ''Hong Sau'' Mantra was replaced by "Om Babaji" forgetting that Hong
Sau is a universal Mantra whose syllables were specifically chosen for
their power of calming the breath, with which they have a vibratory
connection. The three techniques of visualization were of a genre one
could find in any book on concentration and meditation. For many of us
who had yearlong experience with the preliminary-to-Kriya techniques
offered by PY's organization, being re-taught those techniques, disguised
and passed off as Samadhi techniques, was actually like a cold shower.
Some of us dared to ask the teacher's opinion about Lahiri Mahasaya's
Kriya. At first he was reticent and did not seem glad about our interest,
then he took courage and shared his views. He believed that Lahiri
Mahasaya had not practiced with total commitment all the teachings he
received from Babaji, therefore he ... died. Astounded, we realized that
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since Lahiri Mahasaya had not obtained immortality (as, in this teacher's
opinion, should happen to those who give their all to applying Kriya
integrally), our teacher was dismissive of him.
But let me end talking about all this and get back to other considerations.
New Age groups
The mindset I developed in following this second school led me to meet
people and groups where Kriya Yoga was polluted by ''New-Age'' themes. I
am reminded of those days whenever I listen to the tape recordings of
devotional chants which I bought at that time. Usually I fell in love with an
Indian bhajan and sang it within me all through the day. For me it had
much the same nature of food; I really had the impression of eating that
music.
Coming across different groups of people who practiced Kriya, was
like meeting a family a little bit more vast and varied than my first Kriya
group who strictly followed PY's teachings.
At that epoch of my life, besides the three main teachers described in this
chapter, I received a couple of initiations by other ''minor'' teachers that had
once been the right-hand man of one or another illustrious Guru but then
became independent because the Guru disowned them. We agreed our
teachers were mostly mediocre, sometimes impolite and unethical. Some
trifling episodes confirmed our first impressions of improvisation and, in
one case, of mental instability. This was strongly in contrast with the
character we expected in those who called themselves "spiritual guides".
They knew little about Kriya Yoga and they taught it in a superficial way,
but we believed they were authorized to initiate, and this blinded us. Just
for this reason we treated them with a deferential and tolerant attitude,
forgiving them when they betrayed our trust.
''Authorized''! How magic and hypnotic was this word for us who
had listened to it reverently so many times in PY's school. It is strange and
dolorous to think that it was the deep-rooted dogmatic concept that Kriya
could be received only from authorized persons that perpetrated the worst
of our illusions.
We accepted the farce of the initiations as an inevitable drawback to
success in acquiring the information we were searching for with so much
passion. Generally speaking after attending many different rituals, the
explanations were always quick and shallow; a destructive criticism was
often raised against information coming from other sources.
I would finish every initiation thinking how satisfied I was and make
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up my mind to abandon all the previous practices for the one I had just
received. I ignored any awareness that the new initiation had only added
something insignificant to what I already knew or that it was confining me
to a "cage" from which I would sooner or later feel an unbearable
suffocation and from which I would eventually have to break loose.
To many among us those initiations were a true vice. We stocked up on
techniques like food for a famine. Just to give an example, at almost all
initiation seminars a solemn pledge of secrecy was the password to be
accepted. Every one took this pledge but as soon as the meeting was over,
some shared the coveted news with other students by cell-phone who, in
turn, would take part in other initiations and reciprocate the favor.
Some ''Gurus'' were genius in the art of pretense and in isolating their
disciples from all other kriyabans in the world practicing a different form
of Kriya. To one of these teachers it was submitted not by me part of
the written material published by our Kriya organization related to the
Kriya techniques. He skimmed through the material and pretended not to
be able to link it with the Kriya Yoga he practiced. He shouted that what he
was reading had nothing to do with a smirk of commiseration he
emphasized "nothing" with Lahiri Mahasaya's Kriya Yoga. To those who
were present to such a farce, he advocated the necessity of starting all over
again, from initiation into First Kriya. He asked then to put a definitive end
to all contacts with other kriyabans. Many refused to create a bond of
formal "discipleship" with him, as he requested; thus he lost two thirds of
the students on the spot. Those who accepted his conditions received
initiation. Incidentally, the absolute confidentiality was broken and
interesting information leaked out. Later, some among the group received
the technique of the Second Kriya. In the rare cases in which we were able
to take a look at what was happening in that group we were so shocked by
the adoration they addressed to their teacher, as if he were a new Lahiri
Mahasaya.
Third teacher
When the moment came to meet him, I was not in the best of moods.
Certain clues had warned me I would have to reckon with a radically new
approach. I was afraid this could upset the simple and adequately profitable
routine into which I had settled. The magical realm of Omkar, into which
my first teacher Swami Hariharananda had immersed me in a passionate
way, could be neither left aside nor forgotten. I did not even dream of
putting other principles in place as the foundation for my spiritual path, and
so I approached my new teacher with the idea of rejecting him if,
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somehow, he appeared to dissuade me from such a reality.

I met this teacher in a Yoga center. The essence of his introductory
speech was that Kriya was not intended to inflate the mind and the ego
toward a hypothetical superior mind, but was a journey beyond the mind,
into uncontaminated territory. I realized that Sri Krishnamurti's concept
was the source from which my third teacher drew his ideas about the
damages caused by the vices of the human mind.
I indulgently observed some inadequacies in his behavior which shocked
other students. He was hot-tempered. When it came to teaching simple and
banal things that even kindergarten children could understand, he flaunted
a great profusion of words, and concepts were repeated ad nauseam. When
anyone in public politely but determinedly asked for a precise explanation
of some difficult practical detail, he came out of his hypnotic state and,
visibly vexed, tried to humiliate and silence the unfortunate listener.
Sometimes he exploded with rage whenever he sensed that underneath
legitimate questions there was a veiled opposition or an intention to
challenge his authority.
I focused all my attention on learning his form of Kriya and ignoring
his obvious faults. He clearly communicated to us that the reason for his
tour to the West was to reestablish the original teachings, and this was
enough to overcome my initial wariness.
In the following initiation seminar the technical explanation was
reasonably clear, even if in some parts were unusually synthetic. For
instance, his instructions on Pranayama formally correct could be
understood only by those who had already been practicing Kriya Yoga for a
long time. However I realized that my exhaustive search for the original
Kriya had started to go in the right direction. I followed this teacher for six
years. Hereafter I summarize the reasons for my enthusiasm and why I
later broke off with him.
Returning home after the seminar of initiation, unexpected internal changes
created a very positive period. After three months of intensive practice I
achieved Kechari Mudra. It brought me a feeling of "dizziness" that lasted
some days; my mental faculties seemed to be fogged up, but when all that
ceased, my Kriya flew high. Some days I was so happy that when I went
out for a walk, if I met someone and stopped to listen to him, no matter
what he said, a sudden joy would expand in my chest to the point that I
could barely hold back my tears. Looking at the distant mountains or at
other details of the landscape, I would try to direct my feeling toward them
in order to turn my paralyzing joy into aesthetic rapture; only this could
keep back the joy clutching my being, only this could hide it. Inspired by
this new condition, comparing it to that of the mystics, I realized how
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difficult it is to live, carrying out daily worldly duties, without being

paralyzed by such bliss!
I believe it is legitimate to ask why do Kriya organizations not teach such a
simple technique as Talabya Kriya, preferring to perpetuate endless
political arguments and speculations that continue up to the present day.
A couple of months marked by calmness and introspection followed: the
only noteworthy event was the issue of the book Puran Purush surely the
most beautiful biography of Lahiri Mahasaya. It was written by the
renowned Kriya master Dr. Ashoke Kumar Chatterjee who consulted Lahiri
Mahasaya's diaries and benefited from the personal assistance of Sri Satya
Charan Lahiri (jan 1905 - jan 1987), one of Lahiri Mahasaya's grandsons,
who had access to those diaries. The book came out in Bengali (then in
French and English.) It contains a selection of the most important entries in
Lahiri Mahasaya diaries.
Although this text does not seem to respect a logical order in the topics and
contains an endless number of repetitions and rhetorical sentences, it help
us to understand Lahiri Mahasaya's personality thus, the core of Kriya
may be reached as fast as an arrow.
During summer I had this book with me in the countryside; many
times, after reading a part of it, I would raise my eyes to the distant
mountain tops and repeat internally "At long last!". I looked at the
photograph of Lahiri Mahasaya on the front cover; who knows what a state
of bliss he was in while being photographed! I saw some horizontal lines
on his forehead, his eyebrows raised like in the Shambhavi Mudra, where
awareness is set upon the head; a slight tension of his chin seemed to reveal
he was practicing Kechari Mudra. During those days, his figure, with that
blissful smile, was a radiant sun in my heart; he was the symbol of the
perfection I yearned after.
It strikes his skill in communicating complicated abstract concepts
when he affirms that the whole course of Kriya is a great adventure
beginning with a dynamic Prana and ending with a static Prana. One feels a
thrill of delight by reading sentences which have light in themselves:
"Kutastha is God, he is the supreme Brahma". Remarkable is the great
importance given to Pranayama, Thokar, and Yoni Mudra.
Lahiri Mahasaya refused to be worshiped as a God. This is a point
that some of his followers seem to have forgotten. Actually he said: "I am
not the Guru, I don't maintain a barrier between the true Guru (the Divine)
and the disciple". He added he wanted to be considered as "a mirror." In
other words, each kriyaban should see him not as an unreachable ideal but
as the personification of all the wisdom and spiritual realization which, in
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due time, the Kriya practice will produce. When kriyabans realize that their
Guru is the personification of what resides potentially inside themselves, of
what one day they will become, then that mirror must be "thrown away."
Whether one likes it or not, that is exactly what He wrote: thrown
away. People who have been raised with the usual dogmas about the Gurudisciple relationship are prevented from fully understanding the impact of
these words, otherwise they would face a strong conflict within themselves.
To face the truth, it takes courage and an intelligent, discriminating
approach to abandon one's own illusions, especially those that are nice and
gratifying. Besides courage, it takes also a good brain capable of
overcoming the tendency to be easily swayed.
Reasons of conflict with my third teacher
In order to explain the definitive crack in our relationship, it is necessary to
refer again to the haste and shallowness with which my third Master
explained the Kriya techniques.
The introductory lecture to Kriya (which was usually held the
evening before initiation) and a big part of the seminar of initiation was
devoted to pure philosophical talk which didn't touch the basis of Kriya
Yoga but was a summing up of Krishnamurti's strong points, mainly the
theme of no-mind, which he improperly called Swadhyaya. There was no
part of it that could be criticized, all he said was correct, but many students,
being uncomfortable sitting on the floor, with aching back and knees,
waited only for the explanation of the techniques, enduring this long talk as
a giant bummer.
The traditional offerings (he also required a coconut, which was very
difficult to find, forcing the students to desperately look in store after store)
lay in disarray before a scruffy altar. Since he usually arrived very late,
those who came from other cities pictured all their plans for the return
journey falling through and were very anxious.
Despite it being late, people being tired, and some already leaving to
catch their train, he loved to linger on Patanjali's Yama and Niyama, taking
all the necessary time to ask the audience to take a solemn vow that, from
now on, the male students would look at women (except their wife) as
mothers and, correspondingly, women would look at men (except their
husband) as fathers.
The public listened to his vain words with a sigh of ill-concealed nuisance.
Everyone gave an assent with a nod, just to stop his ravings. 10
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I respect of course Yama-Niyama (the what-is-correct and the what-is-not-correct)

but, in my opinion, requiring people who are anxious for learning Kriya Yoga
techniques to take an oath to obey them is only a farce and a waste of time. My
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Only then did he switch to a hurried explanation of the basic techniques.

One day I decided to time him; the explanation of the fundamental
technique of Pranayama was offered in no more than two minutes! He
demonstrated Kriya Pranayama by means of an excessively loud vibratory
sound. He knew this sound was not correct, but he continued using it so
that the last rows of students could hear it, sparing himself the annoyance
of getting up and walking among them as Kriya teachers usually do. In any
case, he did not bother to say the sound had to be smooth rather than
vibrating. I know that many of the students believed this was the "secret"
he had brought from India and tried to reproduce the same noise. He
carried on that way for years, in spite of his close collaborators' polite
complaints.
By this time I accepted everything and I would never have dreamed of
complaining. Nevertheless one day I had a visit from the couple who
organized the master's tours in Germany. I had become acquainted with
those kind friends during the seminars of my first teacher Swami
Hariharananda. While talking together, they emphasized the necessity of
making a particular proposal to our teacher: to organize, at the end of his
Kriya initiation seminars, a guided group practice which served as a review
both for the new initiates and for those who were already practicing. I
occupied myself with having this proposal reach the teacher through a
friend who went to India. I gave him a letter to deliver to the teacher with
my regards and a warm embrace.
I forgot the whole matter. Master's reaction was inexplicable. He
interpreted my letter as an oblique criticism. As a response, he crossed me
off his list of those who organized his European tours. His decision was
transmitted to the Italian coordinator, who did not even inform me. Some
months went by. My experience with that teacher probably would have
ended that way, had I not gone to welcome him back to Europe. We
exchanged hugs as if nothing had happened. He apparently interpreted my
presence as a move of repentance. Some hours later when he was resting,
his collaborator, with a slight indecipherable hint of embarrassment,
teacher's request in particular was impossible, an oath that no one would ever
respect. Why not put confidence in the transforming power of Kriya? Why think that
without oaths, a kriyaban's life would be licentious? The necessity of adopting
specific ways of behavior is something that appears spontaneously after having
tasted the honey of the spiritual experience.
Perhaps in the beginning the best thing is not to cry shame because of a problematic
student's behavior. To put it simply, it has been seen that people living a morally
questionable life who were successful in Kriya spontaneously came to the so-called
virtuous life, while a lot of conformists failed.
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explained to me what had happened behind the scenes. I was appalled and
disoriented. My first impulse was to abandon everything and sever any
connection with him.
In order not to disturb the peace of all the persons who were my friends
and who had followed me in this adventure, I decided to pretend nothing
had happened, keep on collaborating with him and drop the theme of my
letter. If I had gone I would have disturbed next day's initiation into the
Higher Kriyas. That was a beautiful moment in which Lahiri Mahasaya's
Kriya revealed (to those who had the sensibility to perceive it) all its
hidden beauty. My role was to serve as translator. I knew well how to
perform such a function, reporting every last detail, while the man who
would have replaced me was filled with old knowledge and out of habit
would have neglected to translate 80% of the talk.
During that initiation, Master demonstrated Thokar in a way visibly
different from the previous year. When one of the listeners asked him about
the reason for the changes, he replied he had not changed anything and
argued that in the past seminars a problem of translation might have
occurred. His lie was obvious. The questioning kriyaban remembered well
the head movements he had previously been shown.
Confronted with other minor changes from one year to the next, I
had the impression I was cooperating with an archaeologist who was
deliberately altering certain findings to justify them to the public within the
theoretical framework to which he was accustomed.
Months later during another tour, when we were alone and he was
searching for something in a room, I found the courage to drop a hint about
a technical issue which had set one Kriya school against another. He
suddenly turned toward me with hate in his eyes, shouting that my practice
was not his business. This, according to what I'm able to remember, was
the sole technical "discourse" I had with him in the entire course of my six
years with him.
From that moment onward all was changed. I deliberately began to
control myself and made the resolution to always agree with him. I acted so
well that one day he asked me to teach Kriya to those who were interested
and who couldn't meet him on his tours. I rejoiced at the opportunity
because I dreamed I could finally explain Kriya in a complete and
comprehensive way. I wanted none of my students to ever feel the pain of
seeing a legitimate question go unconsidered.
A year passed by, and I sensed I was doing virtually useless work. I gave
Kriya initiation following a mandatory fixed protocol. When I took leave
of the students I knew that most would practice for few days and then leave
Kriya to pursue other esoteric interests. Usually one or two among the most
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tenacious students made up questions and called me just to carry on the

pretense of continuing, from a distance, our relationship.
When Master came to our country I invited all the new initiates to the
seminar where he was present. Unfortunately, many didn't "survive" such a
meeting. Accustomed by me to put forth any question, receiving always
precise answer, they tried to do the same with the teacher. Good heavens!
He censured most of the questions, implying that they were the sign of a
insane way of thinking. Often exploded with rage. Many entered a deep
crisis after observing his almost total lack of human understanding while
simultaneously being kicked around by him.
Too many things were not going in the right direction. I felt that this
man, whose every small whim I tried to satisfy as if carrying out a sacred
deed, did not love Kriya. Instead, he used it only to create a more beautiful
life for himself in the West compared to the wretched one in India he had
often described to me.
Another year went by. On a request from friends abroad, I went to
teach Kriya Yoga to their group. There I met a very serious student who
was already familiar with my teacher's behavior and was taking part in the
initiation seminar only as a refresher. He asked me a lot of pertinent
questions and I gave him accurate answers. At that point he asked: "From
whom have you learned all these details?" He well knew that my teacher
was a total disaster from a didactic point of view. He perceived that I had
learned many details from other sources. How could I give Kriya initiation
using knowledge that did not originate from my teacher? He understood
my predicament and was surprised that since I was authorized to teach
Kriya, I had never had the chance to talk freely with my teacher about
Kriya details! It was logical and fitting for me to settle the matter as soon
as possible.
Knowing the irascible disposition of my teacher, I hesitated a long
time but there was no way out. Through a friend, I sent him a fax
mentioning the matter at hand and prayed him to adjust his schedule so we
could discuss it after his arrival during his next tour. He was in Australia,
but within one week at the latest I would have received an answer. My
subconscious was ready for a disaster, anticipating an event I intuitively
knew would come. The most probable situation was that he would become
very angry and fly into a rage. If the whole situation slipped out of my
hands and, as a result of our break, he stopped coming to our group, those
who loved him would suffer. Few people, in fact, would be able to
comprehend the reason for my action. I would be the one who had
disturbed a comfortable though imperfect situation. My friends liked him;
his annual visit was a powerful stimulus to their effort and motivated them
to practice Kriya intensely.
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A harsh reply came a few days later. In a disdainful way, he did not address
it directly to me but pretended to answer the 'persona' that had materially
sent my letter via fax. He wrote that my excessive attachment to the
techniques would never let me out of the fences of my mind I was like St.
Thomas, too desirous to touch with my hand and verify the goodness of his
teachings. He added that if he satisfied my request, it would only be to
gratify my ego.
Reading the term "gratification," I knew he had understood nothing.
We should have talked to each other long before it came to this! I
wondered why he had never allowed me to express my concerns. I didn't
want to contest him, I didn't want to destroy him; the necessity that brought
me to write him was to establish once and for all what I was supposed to
communicate and what not to communicate to the kriyabans during
initiation. Why had he always evaded me?
I decided to behave candidly, as if I had not perceived his tone. I
wanted to see what he was capable of. I neither apologized nor answered in
a resentful tone. I wrote that I taught Kriya on his behalf and therefore a
mutual discussion about certain Kriya details was necessary. I added that at
such an event the other three people in Europe authorized by him to impart
Kriya initiation could also be present. I thus made him understand that he
would not have wasted his time and breath for only me. I never received an
answer, neither then nor ever. A few weeks later I saw on his Internet site
that the name of my town had been taken off the list for his visit to Italy.
My second letter had brought about a definitive split. The nightmare was
over!
I took a one-day vacation and went for a long walk; I roamed a lot,
tensely, imagining a hypothetical discussion with him. All of a sudden, I
found myself crying with joy. It was too beautiful I was free. I had been
with him too many years, and now all that had really ended!
The question that I would ask myself in the years to come was why I had
followed him for so long. Surely I had not sacrificed my dignity for the
sake of receiving Kriya information! Actually, all of his techniques had
been revealed to me by a friend who was disciple of one of his father's
disciples. The reason for my behavior was concern for the diffusion of
Kriya here in Europe. I appreciated the fact that he traveled extensively
throughout USA and Europe to spread his Kriya without charging a penny
for his Initiations (save for a free donation and a fair share of the expense
for renting the seminar room). I covered all the necessary expenses to
permanently fit out a room in my house where Kriya Initiations seminars
could be held during my teacher's visits. My willingness to cooperate with
him was always constant in order that he could carry out his task.
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When I saw that he continued to teach in his rushed, superficial manner,

taking advantage of us as if we were complete idiots, my subconscious
began to rebel. I vividly remember a dream in which I was swimming in
manure. I must admit that behind my mask of fake delight hid a dry agony.
There had been moments in which, thinking of my meek beginning in the
practice of Yoga, my heart felt an indefinite nostalgia for the peace of that
initial period, a peace which was waiting for nothing more than consistency
and honesty on my part to rise again and blossom unimpeded. On more
than one occasion I had the impulse to abandon everything and sever any
connection with him, but I didn't want to disturb the peace of all the people
who were my friends and who had followed me in this adventure. Only
when I received his rude and improper answer to my legitimate request for
clarification and realized that my internal truth was at stake, I said to
myself Now or never!

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CHAPTER 5
A DECISION BORN OF DESPERATION
During the six years with my last teacher, I devoted my time mostly on
practicing the so called ''Incremental routines.'' I utilized only one Kriya
technique at a time, increasing gradually the number of its repetitions up to
reach a great amount of them. [I will clarify this concept bringing some
examples in Chapter 8.] Such practices help to shatter many conditioning
and internal blocks. They contributed to give me the courage to sever all
relations with my last teacher and take the decision to write this book.
I developed the tendency of going deeper, inexorably, up to touching
the unpolluted truth. I could not tolerate the least deformation of truth. My
thinking became compact, of a solidity that other people's suggestions were
not capable to undermine. I zeroed my diplomatic mask and provoked the
breaking-off with that teacher. This bewildered my kriyaban friends who
were naturally affectionate toward him. In time they understood the deepseated reasons for my decision and showed their solidarity. Like a domino
effect, other coordinators in Europe who barely tolerated his bad manners
took advantage of that episode to break contact with him. They were fed up
with the dullness of his philosophical discourses followed by scanty
technical explanations which didn't quench their desire for a good
understanding of Kriya.
The following months were lived in a peaceful and relaxed mood, nothing
to compare with the restlessness of my previously described years. Having
dismissed that mean individual from my life, an enervating situation ended.
I no longer had to go here and there to organize Kriya seminars for him; I
had been relieved of the constraint of wearing a mask of hypocrisy while
responding to those who called me to get information about him.
There were reasons to celebrate but the sense of all the time wasted,
of all the silly things which had been carried out thoughtlessly, was
weighing me down. I had not even a faint idea of the destiny of the recently
formed Kriya groups, up until then regularly visited by that Kriya teacher.
In this atmosphere of uncertainty few noteworthy things happened. A
friend remained for some days at an Ashram in India in the hope he might
receive initiation into Kriya Yoga. The leader of the Ashram was away, and
my friend received the initiation from one of his disciples. At the
conclusion he acquired a large volume summarizing the techniques, and at
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the end of his trip, visibly content, he showed me the book. The techniques
did not differ much from those I already knew, but there were many more
details. There was nothing in that book, however, that could remove all my
questions; not a single hint about how to obtain Kechari Mudra, nothing on
Thokar either. On the contrary, I can remember a very complicated
technique based on the visualization of the Chakras as they are described
in Tantric texts. Each technique was preceded by a theoretic introduction
with quotations from ancient books and an illustration which eliminated
any possible doubt. In the last part of the book a precise gradual routine
was given. Of course, there was a note guaranteeing that all the mentioned
techniques constituted Kriya Yoga as taught by Babaji, Lahiri Mahasaya's
mythical Guru.
The material was very interesting, and I would have liked to yield to
the illusion that my quest had finally ended since those notes contained
what I was searching for. I simply had to convince myself that Babaji had
made a synthesis of the innumerable spiritual practices of Tantrism to
create His Kriya Yoga. It was impudent to think that Thokar could be
considered no more than a variation of the Jalandhara Bandha! If the
instructions for Kechari Mudra were not there, never mind, it probably just
meant that Kechari was not really so important! With a bit of good will
and application, I could have closed the circle. Chance made me listen to
the recording of a conference with the author Swami S.S. He discussed
how he had found those techniques in some tantric texts which he had
translated; he then made an accurate selection from them to form a
coherent system of Kriya. How was it possible, then, to have a note saying
that those teachings came directly from Babaji? Simple as is the case
with the majority of Indian masters, he had his disciples write the book;
they had the brilliant idea of making it more interesting by hinting that the
techniques were derived from the mythical Babaji. The teacher, exhibiting
another classic Indian habit, never checked the material and was taken
aback later on when he became aware of those "supplementary notes". He
then tried to defend his disciples' work stating that after all "Babaji's
Kriya had Tantric origins."
Some friends returning from India expressed their excitement over such an
extraordinary land. But at the end of their tales, disappointment in all the
things they had not been able to learn emerged. Often they would meet a
boaster who assured them he knew original Kriya Yoga and could initiate
them all as long as they kept it a total secret without establishing any
contact with other teachers. In this way the boaster could ensure the
disciples would not recognize that it was not Kriya Yoga they were being
taught. I realized this only when, overcoming their hesitation, I convinced
them to confidentially give me a rough description of that technique.
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It was nothing more than the mere repetition of a Mantra! What made me
feel sad was not so much the great advantage gained by those braggers (the
Gurudakshina [donation] they received meant a real fortune at my friends'
expense) but that my friends missed the opportunity of learning Kriya from
other sources in other places.
Something different happened to a friend who met Banamali Lahiri, one of
the master's great-grandsons, a man with a great academic background and
with a deep knowledge of Kriya. My friend was not able to learn anything
from him. I was taken aback when he told me that in Benares, and probably
throughout rest of India, Kriya Yoga was not practiced any longer. I kept
enough control not to interrupt or challenge him, but then by posing
apparently incidental questions, I tried to understand what had happened.
My friend had, as he usually did, began the discussion with
trivialities like asking some information on Indian habits and about an
Ashram's address where he planned to go. Then almost at the end of the
interview he must have suddenly remembered he was in Lahiri
Mahasaya's house he asked if any of the disciples of Lahiri were still
practicing Kriya, and received a sarcastically sour, negative response of,
more or less, "Definitely not; it is not practiced any longer. I dare say it is
not practiced throughout the whole Indian peninsula. Rather, you surely
must be the only one still practicing it!"
At the end of his narration, my friend was looking at me
questioningly. I am still not sure whether he was hoping to convince me or
whether he was just absorbed in bitter frustration. I did not pry. In my
opinion, he did not realize how foolish his discussion had been with that
noble person. A certain blow came for him one month later. He heard that a
man from his same town had recently been initiated into Kriya Yoga from
the very personage he had met in Benares! He was so irritated, he planned
to go back to India to raise a protest to that noble man. Unfortunately, he
did not have that chance a serious disease killed him. In spite of our huge
character differences, I will always be grateful for all the things he shared
with me concerning the path of Yoga.
At last, an event that caused an uproar in my soul happened. I came to
know that there was the possibility of inviting a new Kriya teacher to
Europe. Since he was well qualified in his role, I was on the verge of
cooperating in this project and bearing part of its cost.
A dear friend went to India to meet him for a private interview. After
about one month he returned home and called me. Some hours later, we
were sitting in my room. He had had a private interview with him and had
good news. I was all ears. He was enthusiastic. They had talked about the
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deplorable situation of the diffusion of Kriya in the West; the teacher was
sorry for that and manifested his willingness to help us. At the end of that
meeting, my friend had his Kriya Pranayama checked by that expert.
Much to my surprise this friend asked me to practice Kriya
Pranayama in front of him, and then remarked that there was a fault in my
practice. I asked him what it was and his reply literally froze me: he could
not tell me, since he had promised the teacher he would not reveal
anything. 11 He clarified that in relation to our group, he had indeed asked
for his teacher's permission to correct eventual mistakes in our practice but
the answer had been negative and the teacher swore him to secrecy. Was
this teacher who had manifested the intention to help us concerned that
we would not find any need to invite him to Europe, or visit him, after our
mistake had been corrected? Was he really so petty and unkind? I did not
put pressure on my friend to disclose other details about his talk with the
teacher. I could not and would not enter the privacy of his experience, but
how could he just let me and our group go on with an incorrect practice?
The shattering part was to see a friend with whom I had shared
everything along my spiritual path, accompanying me in my ventures with
all my previous teachers and suffering the same woes, satisfied only with
having noticed my mistake. It was as if this justified his trip to India, the
cost, and the time he spent on this venture. I didn't start quarreling, but I
reacted very badly. I got up and left, leaving the friend alone.
Some days later, contacted by the teacher's secretary, I was further
disgusted by how she handled the financial side of the tour. I declined the
offer. Actually I was not in the mood to undertake the enormous work of
organizing. As for the idea of visiting him, nothing could be farther from
my mind. I was certain that he would have required of me the customary
oath of secrecy. Once returned to my friends, what would I have had to tell
them? ''Dear friends, I can tell nothing, you too must go to India.'' We had
reached an absurd situation: if the friends in my group wanted one more
crumb of information regarding the Kriya practice, they would have to be
put on a plane and packed off to India. Otherwise, they would die without
this information.
If the events would take place in this way, each year an innumerable
series of charter flights would transport all those interested in Kriya no
matter if old or ill to a remote Indian village, like a pilgrimage to Lourdes
or Fatima! The farce was not even worthy of being considered. Here I
sensed the grip of desperation.
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Considering the episode later, I realized what this incorrect detail was: I had not
made an abdominal breath in a particularly visible way. I am sure of this fact because
it was the only thing my friend was able to see we did not talk about inner details
of the practice.
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I dream to write a book explaining Kriya Yoga

It was winter. One day I went skiing in the nearby mountains with a couple
of friends. All went magnificently. During a break in the afternoon, I
managed to find time alone. I found myself looking at the mountains that
marked the boundaries of the distant horizon in all directions. In less than
half an hour the sun would paint them pink with an intense hue on their
eastern side and tinged with blue on the western side. I imagined India to
be right behind them, the Himalayas being their continuation. My thought
went to all the Kriya enthusiasts who found, as I did, insurmountable
obstacles to the understanding of that beloved discipline. All those
obstacles seemed to me an absurdity that wore the clothes of a nightmare
I felt an infinite rebellion.
I visualized a book on Kriya explaining every technique in great detail.
How often had I wondered what would have happened if Lahiri Mahasaya
or one of his disciples had written it! My imagination led me to fantasize
about its cover, to skim its few pages sober, yet rich in content. If this
book existed, we would have a reliable manual of Kriya that restrained the
many small or large variations made up by various teachers. Perhaps some
annotator would try to force its meaning into his own theories. Nay, I was
positive that some pseudo-guru would say that the techniques described in
it were for beginners only, while there were much more complicated
techniques that could only be passed on by an authorized teacher to chosen
disciples. Some would swallow the bait, contact the author, and pay good
money to be introduced to rubbish that he had assembled either through
fancy or borrowed from some esoteric book...
This happens; its part of our human nature. However, sincere
researchers would surely be able to recognize the strength and selfsufficient intrinsic evidence of the original text. 12
It is a misfortune that no one had written that book! For the first time
I dared to let my thoughts stray toward what could happen if I wrote it. It
would be hard, yet possible, to summarize the totality of my knowledge of
Kriya into a book welding together techniques and theories through a
clean, rational vision. The intention was definitely not to celebrate myself
or lay the foundations for yet another new school of Kriya. If I were to
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Such a book will be useful to review what was explained during Initiation. There is
in fact a frenzy that accompanies a traditional Kriya initiation where all the practical
instructions are transmitted hastily in one single lesson! This is what happens with
mass initiations. Within a few days, almost all details are forgotten and one goes
through a crisis. The teacher is no longer there and the other fellow kriyabans
dismiss their fraternal duties by stating they are not authorized to give counsels.
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describe my experiences, it would only be for the purpose of clarifying

theoretic and technical explanations. There would be no more rhetorical
claims of legitimacy and riddle-like sentences to confuse readers or have
them guess at technical details or create further doubts in them! How
beautiful it was to dream of a book which would prove its validity by
reproducing Lahiri Mahasaya's thought in the simplest and most logical
way, in a complete, harmonious set of techniques!
A book devoted to Kriya, unpretentious but clear, similar for certain
aspects to T. Bernard's Hatha Yoga: The Report of a Personal Experience
would be a real blessing for scholars and researchers. 13
Such a book as I imagined would not be a threat to any honest Kriya
Acharya's activity. Good teachers will always be needed in any field where
a skill is to be transmitted. But how could one highlight this to them,
without being at odds with the deeply-rooted conditioning of their
"cerebral chemistry"? Of course, some teachers of Kriya those who live
from donations for rituals of initiation and who exert power over people
thanks to the pledge of secrecy would consider my book a real threat.
Maybe what was virtually eternal for them (living like a lord, surrounded
by people who have to meet all their needs with the hope of getting the
crumbs of their "secrets") might change, and they would be fearful of that.
They would try to destroy its credibility by means of pitiless censorship. I
anticipated their scornful comments, uttered while skimming its pages, "It
contains only stories that have nothing to do with Babaji's and Lahiri
Mahasaya's teachings. It spreads a false teaching!" Other people might not
like the book, either because they are taken aback by the barrenness of
descriptions of techniques deprived of frills, which doesn't match their
expectations, or because they do not manage to get ''good vibrations'' from
it.
Only those who love Kriya more than their whims would feel an
enormous relief in finding it in an esoteric library. I was already sensing
their happiness. Thanks to them, the book would continue to circulate, and
who knows how many times it would echo back to the teacher who had
decreed its unforgivable flaws. At times he would have to pretend not to
notice that a student was browsing through its pages during his seminars,
thus missing a part of the conference

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This extraordinary handbook, better than all the others, clarifies the teachings
contained in the three fundamental texts of Tantrism: Hatha Yoga Pradipika,
Gheranda Samhita and Shiva Samhita. Despite having been published many years
ago and several texts of Hatha Yoga appearing recently, that book is still one of the
best. Old, 'dusty' techniques once again became relevant, feasible, comprehendible in
front of the eyes of our intuition.
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By staring into the blue of the sky above the gilded mountain brims, I saw
that bizarre situation as poignantly real. Each part of my dream had
developed in the space of a few seconds, and invaded my consciousness as
a swollen torrent, as if every part of it had already been rehearsed and
cherished innumerable times.
Struggle to erase useless conditioning
But how could I find the courage to violate the vow of secrecy, coarsely
challenging the sacredness of the Guru-disciple relationship as the only
way to be instructed in Kriya? For sure, an innumerable amount of times I
had thought: "Such a rule is the cause of disastrous effects, of excruciating
conflicts and sufferings; they say it is sacred, but it cannot be it is a
human product, the outcome of deliberate petty calculations."
In religion there is discretion not secrecy. Discretion comes
spontaneous to intelligent and sensitive people, secrecy is unnatural,
irrational, impractical and therefore requires an oath.
I had no doubts that secrecy regarding Kriya procedures was blind
dogma, insensitive to the suffering of many researchers. I recalled what
happened many, many times when some friends of mine who didn't
understand English asked to receive initiation into the Higher Kriyas (such
instruction was given only in written form to those who had completed the
study of the complete set of lessons which existed only in English, German
and Spanish); the answer was always an inflexible no. I had always
perceived this as a cruel form of discrimination.
I remembered some cases in which the rigid injunction had been
broken by common sense. People who were otherwise faithful to the
organization had, under exceptional conditions, broken that rule. For
example, a Catholic priest sincerely desired to learn Kriya but could not
receive it from the right channels because of an issue of conscience
regarding the act of signing the application form of the lessons; he found a
kriyaban who explained the technique to him and shared with him his
lessons (an action he was strictly forbidden to do). In another case, a very
ill person who had only few weeks to live and could not wait more than
one year to receive Kriya, told me about his great desire and I had not the
least hesitation to explain him what he wanted to know. 14
However, it was clear that writing a book was another thing entirely. This
very idea created a painful grip in my breast along with a general sense of
uneasiness and unreality. I understood that in order to be at peace with
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I am not advocating breaking a vow made to an organization that is sustained by the

proceeds of the sales of didactic material. To those persons who can become
students, let them pay the little money required and receive their set of lessons.
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myself, I had to first analyze in depth the concept of Guru.

Some years previous I was perplexed when representatives of PY's
organization suggested that Guru and God were one and the same reality. A
chief of the most important Italian branch of my school had once instructed
me: "Have you not realized that PY is the Divine Mother Herself?" Only
now I was able to see how extraneous this teaching was to my
understanding.
From the belief that Guru and God are one and the same reality comes the
idea that the organization founded by the Guru be not just an institution
devoted to spreading his teachings but be the sole intermediary between
God and those who want to progress spiritually through Kriya Yoga. Since
Kriya learned outside the organization has no value, the dogma of secrecy
ensues obviously. The myth of secrecy allows the myth of the irreplaceable
role of the organization to be kept alive. It is strange to remark that only in
the world of Initiatic Magic is a method deprived of its value if it is learned
in non-conventional ways. They employ symbolism, purification fire rites,
to engender strong emotion, belief and blind trust. The threat of possible
calamities that would happen to whoever infringes the dogma of secrecy
clashes with everything we read in the biographies of the saints; it instead
perfectly suits those of the esoteric-magic dimension of certain societies
rather, secrecy is essential to their preservation.
Other justifications for the myth of secrecy appear fragile. They
claim that secrecy helps "to maintain the purity of the teachings." Now that
I knew that some minor but important alterations in the practice of Kriya
were supported by these organizations, it would be better to affirm, "to
maintain the purity of the modifications!" I might be wrong, but I feel that
the unique benefit of secrecy to an individual is to have one's pleasure of
possessing something exclusive reach a fever pitch.
Some kriyabans often tell me that the spiritual vibrations received
through Initiation by authorized teachers have lifted their practice to a
"higher octave." I won't dare to contradict similar affirmations based, in my
opinion, upon suggestion. Yet, I would like to meet, one day, one of
those kriyabans who, after being initiated through legitimate channels,
dismissed the practice. There are so many, so many that you will
hardly believe. They have thrown back the practice of Kriya as if it were a
nightmare from which they feel relieved. Kriya asks for serious
commitment and will always remain a matter for few. Well, I would ask
them how it happened that they fell from that "higher octave" down into
a lucid and merciless disenchantment.
Let me now return to the conflictual reflections in those days. A weird
thing was that the word Guru was attributed to a person whom the disciples
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had not known directly. Students were required to swear their everlasting
devotion not only to one person but also to a chain of Masters (no one
directly accessible to kriyabans) even if only one of them had to be
regarded as the Guru-preceptor. ''It is the Guru-preceptor that introduces
you to God. There is no other way to achieve Self-realization.'' Once the
students were initiated into a spiritual discipline by the "legitimate
channels" (authorized disciples), the departed Guru was said to be real and
present in their life. They were taught that their Guru would somehow burn
a part of their Karma and protect them evermore; he was a special aid
chosen by God Himself even before they began to seek the spiritual path.
My thoughts began to revolve again around the diffusion of Kriya. It was
very difficult to put all the crucial points into a logical order. I tried to think
sequentially but either mental and physical fatigue was impairing my
reasoning ability or conditioning carved into my brain acted as an entity
which had a life of its own. Each time I tried to organize my vision into a
well-integrated and coherent whole, for one reason or another it appeared
to me as a monstrosity.
One evening, while I practiced Kriya Pranayama with my awareness
totally centered in Sahasrara and the tongue in Kechari Mudra, I had the
inner vision of three beautiful mountains. The central mountain, the
highest, was black; its form reminded me of the point of an arrow made of
obsidian. My heart exulted, I was madly enamored of that image. I found
myself crying for joy. I remained as calm as possible as I felt a particular
strength and pressure which increased its tightening of the whole region of
my chest with its grip of beatitude. The image was strong, tremendously
vivid in my inner vision. There could be nothing more beautiful; it made
me mad with love. I had the impression of having cast a glance toward the
misty sources from which my current trend of life originated. It was as if
an inner thread linked all my past actions to that image, receiving meaning
and significance from it.
That mountain was the symbol of the universal spiritual path. It
spoke to my intuition: "A Guru might be very important to your spiritual
development, but your personal effort when you remain alone is far more
important. In any Guru-disciple relationship there comes a moment when
you remain alone and awaken to the realization that your path is a solitary
flight between you and your indwelling Self. The Guru-disciple
relationship is an illusion useful and comfortable appearing real until
you are not overcome by what surpasses your mind."
That glaring intuition faded away after a couple of days. One evening after
a long walk, subdued by a sudden tiredness I dragged myself back home.
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Worn out by thoughts, the problem of the Guru-disciple relationship

emerged, obscurely, more as a wound than as a theory unfolding its myths.
In my room I set the record player on "repeat", playing Beethoven's second
movement of the Emperor Concerto... Did anyone, after having haunted
all the possible ceremonies of Initiation given by the "legitimate" channels,
and being stuffed with all the possible Guru's blessings, ever practice
Kriya with the same dignity and courage with which Beethoven challenged
his fate?
I turned down the lights and watched the sun set behind the trees on the top
of a hill. The shape of a cypress covered a part of that great, blood-red
circle. That was the eternal beauty! That was the model by which I would
be inspired. I closed my eyes to have a dispassionate, unemotional
assessment of the situation. A strange image captured my attention: that of
Vivekananda's "investiture" by his Guru Ramakrishna. I read that one day
toward the end of his life Ramakrishna entered Samadhi while his disciple
Vivekananda was near him. Vivekananda started to feel a strong current
before fainting. Having returned to consciousness, his Guru cried and
whispered: "O my Naren (Vivekananda), everything I had I gave to you,
today. I have become a poor fakir, I do not have anything; with these
powers you will do the world an immense good." Later, Ramakrishna
explained that the powers he passed onto him could not be used for his own
spiritual fulfillment one had to get to that by himself; on the contrary,
they would help him in his mission as a spiritual teacher.
I think my subconscious came up with such a flash as a warning not
to yield to the temptation to throw away something valid and precious.
Now, if we say that Ramakrishna was Vivekananda's Guru, we are saying
something true and unquestionable.
It came to me spontaneously to reread the memorable impressive
discourse by Dostoevsky about the role of elders in Russian monasteries in
his The Brothers Karamazov:
What was such an elder? An elder was one who took your soul, your will,
into his soul and his will. When you choose an elder, you renounce your
own will and yield it to him in complete submission, complete selfabnegation. This novitiate, this terrible school of abnegation, is undertaken
voluntarily, in the hope of self-conquest, of self-mastery, in order, after a
life of obedience, to attain perfect freedom, that is, from self; to escape the
lot of those who have lived their whole life without finding their true
selves in themselves." (Translated by Constance Garnett)

Eventually the awareness dawned on me that Vivekananda's story and

Dostoevsky's extract depicted situations which were intrinsically different
from mine. The organization had made me believe I had a Guru whereas
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in fact, I was light years away from having one. While the great examples
of Guru-disciple relationship were based on a real physical meeting
between two persons, my relationship was purely ideal. There was no other
Guru by which I could mirror myself but the mystic fire burning in my
heart.
Should I accept the idea of a marked separation of spiritual
researchers into two classes? On one side, there are those who have a Guru
and follow him humbly; on the other side, those without a Guru, who can
follow only their own intuition and reasoning. How many times have I
heard the acidic remark that those who have no Guru have their Ego as
their Guru! Yet, there is not such a sharp division, because not a single
researcher exists who is really alone.
Visualize a net: each individual is a junction from which a lot of
threads fan out, like the network of our brain's neurons. When an individual
takes an action a significant one of course, like starting on a mystic path
and making good progress on it his/her action touches the surrounding
threads of the net. Serious practitioners are never isolated; they will be
helped by others' positive response and, vice-versa, they will be slowed
down by their indolence and apathy. In my opinion those who follow the
spiritual path carry other people's evolution ahead with them. This net
connecting every one of us is the Collective Unconscious. 15 My musings
arrived just to that point and there they stopped for months.
Occasionally, I consulted a few Forums for devotees of Kriya Yoga. My
desire was to see if other kriyabans had similar problems. Many were
seeking information about Kechari Mudra and, more in general, about
unmodified Kriya. If I had had their email addresses, I would have
immediately sent them the instructions.
I was struck by the pedantic and conceited tone of some Forum users that
abused genuine and honest curiosity. With facetious tenderness betraying
their low form of concern, they labeled the seekers' desire to deepen their
Kriya practice as a "dangerous mania." They had the audacity to hush the
humble student by counseling him to stay with what they had and not to
seek more. They spoke in the same tone used by my old "Ministers".
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To Freud the Unconscious was similar to a depot full of old "removed" things that
we cannot recall to consciousness - refused by a nearly automatic act of the will.
Jung discovered a deeper level of it: the Collective Unconscious which links all
human beings by the deepest layers of their psyche. The Collective Unconscious is
"inherited with our cerebral structure" and consists of "the human systems of
reacting" to the most intense events that can happen in one's lifetime: the birth of a
child, marriage, death of a loved one, serious illness, family crisis, true love, natural
disasters, war...
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Although I felt myself aeons distant from that world, objectively speaking
the period of my life when I would have never addressed to any other
person to ask a counsel, was not so far. Actually it was my yesterday's
world. I wondered how those Forum users dared to enter (uninvited) a
person's life and personal space, about whom they knew nothing, treating
them as incompetent and superficial beginners! Was it so difficult to simply
answer truthfully: "I don't have that information"?
I stumbled upon an extremely unpleasant discussion, the thought of it turns
my stomach. One personage claimed he had access to the original Kriya.
He was very secretive and exclusive. He said there were a number of true
Kriya teachers around but was unwilling to share any names or addresses. I
found this stupid. I imagined that the petty idea of possessing this secret
knowledge and not conveying it to others was the only thing keeping the
pieces of his scattered childish mind together, avoiding him the sadness of
realizing the nothingness he was. Why should the beauty of Original Kriya
belong only to him?
Between-times I had cleaned up the compilation of my notes about
different Kriya techniques jotted down during different seminars, and
passed them on to friends who had already received initiation but not to all
levels of Kriya. I purchased a computer and, like a voluntary prisoner, I
reduced my social life to an absolute minimum in order to give my all to
writing the book. It was not easy to extract the essential core of Kriya
Yoga from the huge piles of notes collected during seminars with different
teachers. There was the feeling of working on a difficult puzzle, without a
preview of what was to be obtained in the end.
In the first part of the book I summarized the story of my spiritual search
while I devoted the second part to share what I knew about the theory and
practice of Kriya Yoga. The last part is devoted to consider how a kriyaban
should coordinate and harness their efforts in withstanding the corrosion of
time. We know that many kriyabans fail in keeping their enthusiasm alive
standing the test of time. My answer deals with the Devotional Prayer or
Japa.
The time I employed in writing the book had been much longer than
expected. Friends said I would never finish it. I had not felt any urgency, I
enjoyed that quiet moment of my life, experiencing the calmness and
contentedness that comes to those who devote all their efforts to a single
purpose. At long last, the book was ready and was posted on the Web.
After a couple of months there was a reaction from my former third
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teacher. During a seminar he explained my actions as those of one who

wants to make a business of Kriya. He defined me an "intellectual
prostitute." My reaction was amusement and satisfaction. But that night I
could not sleep. Only then did I begin to realize that my longtime intention
had been accomplished and that finally there was a Kriya book readily
accessible to everyone.
Was entstanden ist, das mu vergehen!
Was vergangen, auferstehen!
Hr auf zu beben!
Bereite dich zu leben!
Gustav Mahler (1860-1911)

What was created, must perish!

What perished, revive!
Cease from trembling!
Prepare yourself to live!

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