Visions of Champaklal

Golden Virat Purusha

1987-01-01

It is not a dream nor even a vision. The question is: by what name shall I call it? It is extremely difficult to put it in words. Yet I shall make an attempt. It gives me great delight. That is why I have made an effort to write. I would rather say that I cannot refrain from writing.

I happened to go to an altogether strange and unimaginable place. I do not even know how I managed to reach there. I am also unaware of all that took place. It is not something that one can write in brief.

My very existence was forgotten. 'Who am I? From where have I come?' I was unable to remember all this. Gradually I started looking around, and it seemed to me that I was in Sri Aurobindo's Room. But the Room appeared to be totally different. It had no doors and windows, not even an entrance. I pondered, 'How did I manage to come here?' but could not recollect anything. This hall was absolutely unfamiliar. One has to give some name, hence I have used the word hall'. Except for the glowing golden light, nothing was seen in the hall. Later a certain kind of melody was audible. Hearing it, I became calm and quiet and longed to go towards the direction from which it came. I got a tremendous pull from there. But from where was this cadence flowing in? from above, below, all round, everywhere—from where did it come? I could not make out. What a sweet, musical and ear-pleasing sound it was!

The tone of the mantra became louder and louder. Its incredible feature was that I thought I understood everything but at the end I felt that I did not comprehend anything. What a contradiction! Everything appeared to be so strange and yet so very natural! The notes then entered into my body. As soon as they penetrated into every cell of my body, these sounds were transformed into a variety of colours. And what luminous, radiant and fascinating colours! All these colours were rotating from top to bottom and from below upwards at a great speed. I was at a loss to know what was happening. After that numerous living figures made of these lucent colours were seen moving about quietly within. They were communicating with one another through many gestures and signs. Then these forms came out of the cells and merged into the light that flooded the hall. At that time I could see nothing inside me but the golden light. And outside was seen a majestic, enchanting, glorious and gigantic विराट् (virāt) golden Purusha. How to write anything about this entrancing Virāt Purusha? On his forehead was a refulgent golden sun which, though blazing, was simultaneously effusing peace and coolness. Wherever this Virat Purusha cast his gaze, he dispersed rays of the golden light.

The scene then changed. This Virat Purusha was holding many suns. He contained countless suns in his single body. In fact one can say that he was composed of suns only! What an ecstatic sight! It is indescribable. The Virat Purusha's splendourous glance was vibrating love, grace, compassion and tenderness. All this is inexplicable. Then the huge hand of this God of gods (devādideva देवादिदेव) caressed my entire body. Instantly after his caress, I became bodyless. Yet I felt that someone was moving me all over in that immense space. The loud chant of

ॐ मृत्योर्माऽमृतं गमय

(Om lead me from mortality to immortality)

was heard. It was being repeated in several ways. Then the light of various colours was seen enveloping the whole area of this enormous place. Ultimately, all over the vast expanse, the golden light alone was visible. Simultaneously was heard the melodious, powerful and resonant chiming of the victory bells. I was absolutely spellbound.

I reflected: 'What was all this?' 'From where to where had I come?' Filled with gratitude, my body prostrated itself in Sashtang Pranam (obeisance of the whole body). I just did not feel like getting up from this posture of pranam. I had to force myself up. But the mind was lost in the experience undergone and in its vivid remembrance. Almost the whole night passed this state.

On the happy and auspicious day of 1st January 1987 at the august and sanctifying abode of pilgrimage–Sri Arvind Nivas, Vadodara.