Fifth Teaching (II) – The Two Paths to Liberation
[setting] Mother, Radha, and Krishna are sitting in front of Father. All four are sitting in the Lotus Position, in deep meditation, oblivious to all sensations other than Father’s melodious voice.
Father: Today, dear ones, I shall follow up on Mother’s teaching to Radha yesterday. Krishna, your Mother will retell her teaching to your precious sister later. Mother gave a perfect lesson yesterday, but then again, all of Mother’s lessons are perfect.
[setting] Mother smiled at Father’s words, for the intensity of her bliss increased. She knew it was somewhat foolish to do so, but it is the nature of the female to take joy from the gifts of the male–enlightened or not.
Father: Today’s lesson should prove most curious to the children, as I shall play an ancient flute carved out of the wood of an old fig tree growing in a holy valley of the Indus River. Some say this flute was carved from a branch of the World Tree, for when the flute is kissed with the musician’s breath a miracle occurs. For hidden in its melodies, some can hear the mantras of the seven great Rishis and Sages from the Northern Steppes. Let us see what happens, my dears.
[setting] Father began to play a soft melody upon the flute of the world tree and the three listeners saw a mantra appearing on one of the limbs of the World Tree.
The ancient Sages said, there are but three writings,
the common, the philosophical, and the scriptural.
The first writing arises from discursive thought,
the second writing from inference, and
the third writing is from the Finger of Brahman.
Of the three, the first two are prone to error,
as intellect varies amongst the people,
the last is not created by husband nor wife,
for it was inscribed upon the World Tree
in flaming letters when the Word first went forth
into the Mother’s Womb, a Metric called Space.
[setting] Father stopped playing on the flute.
Father: The mantra speaks true, my dears. For human opinions are many, some sound and most not. Subsequently, it does a seeker of Brahman little benefit to read only the works of man. Rather, the seeker of Brahman must be taught how to search deep within his or her innermost heart for the Book of God’s Wisdom. For this Book cannot speak falsely. For some, those who are stream-enterers, the lines inscribed upon their hearts are bright, easy to read, and without lacunae. Therein, they find the instructions for completing their journey to the Brahmaloka or beyond. For others, only one or two lines are visible, but these are sufficient to assure a useful rebirth, if followed diligently with the help of a wise one.
[setting] Father stops speaking and returns to playing the magic flute.
Many are the personalities, so many are the pathways
from the unreal, actually-not-as-yet-realized in Intellect,
onto the real, actuality-well-realized in Intellect,
and even further to the actuality beyond realization,
Brahman, Imperishable, Unlimited, Unfathomable,
but attainable by the superior man and woman.
Dear ones, between you and Brahman,
to your East, your West, your North, and your South,
lie uncountable progressions of mountain ranges,
immeasurably wide and high, covered in snow,
which must be passed by the aspirant whilst alive.
Realize, situated on the top of each mountain range
sits a School of Holy Sages, a School having a map
tracing the paths which lead from here to there.
So if ye be well-prepared and brave of heart,
choose a School to follow and start the journey today,
but, choose wisely, if you desire the shortest path.
[setting] Father puts down the flute and begins to speak.
Father: So you see, children, that there are many ways for an aspirant to journey from here to there. Some paths more direct than others, some more dangerous, some impossible to follow, and some actually return you to the beginning still enmeshed in desires for wealth, power, fame, or wealth. Wisdom does its best to turn aspirants away from a wrong path and towards a path straight and true.
But, aspirants are stubborn and argumentative so Wisdom must be cagey so to convince the aspirant to change his or her path, or head down another road without even knowing they are changing from one school to another. Sometimes, Wisdom must mislead by providing an embellishment of a minor truth so to appeal to the nature of an aspirant. Sometimes, Wisdom must be extremely harsh so to save a soul seed from destruction.
This is why I am harsh, my precious Radha, with you and Krishna–to save you from yourselves. This is why sometimes it seems that I present contradictory information, contradictory only to those who do not understand.
[setting] Father picks up the flute and begins to play. Suddenly, Mother in her Divine Form appears before the children standing by the World Tree. She begins to read from the same mantra.
Though, mountain ranges surround the seeker,
unseen, to the North, is a path, ever-true, ever-straight,
following a valley floor shrouded in clouds.
This path follows the path of Lord Sun,
it begins at the Winter Solstice
and ends at the Summer Solstice.
This path is founded upon firm Scripture,
a map inscribed upon the World Tree,
the Book of God’s Wisdom revealed.
This is the pathway of the stream-enterers,
those, who have consciously chosen
to leave the defilements behind.
To sacrifice that which is of little value
on the altars of their fore-fathers,
earthy desires and impermanent fruits.
Those traveling along the valley floor,
waste no time with random karma
generated by unwholesome actions.
Rather, all lessons are now specific
for the seekers character and temperament,
and the seeker finds joy in facing such.
The stream-enterer walks the path unencumbered
by unwholesome desires and unworthy fruits,
she carries only bowl and staff.
One incarnation, nine incarnations,
the number is without value
and causes no concern as to the end.
At last, upon the highest Peak of Mount Meru,
the seeker finds the six doors opening
into Brahmaloka–the Bliss World.
Here, she or he remains
undisturbed until the end time,
when the Holy Sacrifice is made.
Or the seeker finds the last hidden door,
a door without any latch or lock
leading to the Unborn Itself.
[setting] Father lays down the flute and the four continue into the jhana of neither- perception-nor-nonperception.