Converting Everything into Bliss

An enllightening bolt out of nowhere, this weekend's Intensive with David burned Divine Consciousness, or Satchitananda, into the nervous system. Ecstasy raised me from the dead. I was dead tired, dejected, bummed out, and during the day I mutated into the primacy of Ecstasy, leaving my cares abandoned among the lillies.

What I learned, or realized was that anything, I mean ANYTHING, can be converted into Bliss. I have read about this in Tantric literature for years, about the possibility of converting the dross of our suffering into Awakened Bliss, but could never achieve it on my own. The difference that makes a difference, is the Master, for he transmits his Enlightened state, and you experience THAT. Everything, then, can be offered into the fire. As the Sufi saying goes, "He who tastes, knows." The great Master Sri Aurobindo refered to the transformations of pain into Bliss, as Raudrananda,which is a "fierce, violent delight." He was bitten by a large fire ant and this was instantaneously transmuted into Bliss. "My" unhappiness was absorbed, or fed into the fire of David's Transmission and I was purified. Everything was immediately converted into Bliss. There comes a point where this is so. No matter what we think, feel, etc. It all goes up in flames. If we are outraged about injustice, society, our relationships, our job, physical pain, the entirety of our lives,or whatever, it can all go up in the flames of the Transmission. David has said that, "The Mother has an inexhaustible appetite for our ignorance;" therefore all of it, all contraction and pain, which exist within that ignorance, can be offered into that fire. It was then that I beheld a vision of David standing in front of a roaring bonfire, with a wild glimmer in his eye, gesturing with his hand to join him, to offer it all up into his gift, which is incomparable, and the only Truth worth dying into.

David is a miracle, the fact that he lives in, and as this brilliant, intoxicating transmission, and can share this with us, sets me on fire and I don't wish to rest until I too am incinerated in these flames of Bliss.


David has been speaking lately of sahaja samadhi and paramatman. I don’t pretend to understand these things, so I asked in my heart that I might be given some understanding. I think some of us received a glimpse of this reality on that evening.

I was seated behind Michael when he shared with the group how all experience is converted into bliss. Before the dot at the end of his sentence had fallen into place, the entire Known was transfigured into burning sweetness that sent tears streaming down my face. All the world as ‘us’ is the body of God, and at least for a while the empty self is forgotten. Here, the known shines with a burning bliss-light of tender beauty with all the richness of otherness intact. All things and events seem as if strung upon a single thread that is the heart, a heart that dies into everything moment by moment in adoration. The Divine Current runs through us all, and what is articulated by one is instantly known by another: a giant divine organism responding to itself within itself. In this state we are truly one without loss of distinction or engulfment in emptiness. The fulfillment here is complete. Is this living death of love-bliss our home? Even to reflect on this ravishes my heart, because in this realm the space between reality and reflection is a palace of mirrors: form reflected in love, reflected in bliss, reflected in light, reflected in thought, reflected in emptiness, reflected in love...and all of it burning, burning.

I am sorry for going on and on, but I am having trouble catching hold of this with words. The reality we experienced on Saturday evening, whatever you choose to call it, that is guru, not a body or a person. You might say that we got a glimpse of who or what David really is. Is this the Mother? This being can speak or shed grace through any body or event at any time. And yet as we wander timeless in this Burning Palace of Mirrors, the Mother through your pure lips has seared this terrible vision like a burning stone upon the flesh of my heart, and so another dimension is opened before us on this night of mercy. In this story, we wander from blessing, to revelation, to exaltation, to nothingness, to adoration, lost, without end or purpose, as the boundaries of time recede upon the horizon of consciousness. The Divine has possessed us, and nothing else really matters.

By TF (not verified)

Thank you for this beautiful fractal composed of tears of devotion!

Even the identification with thoughts and the senses is the current of blissfulness, albeit not recognized. There really is no reference point, because any statement about it is stopping on the shores of being, holding on to rocks and trying to secure some vantage point. Everything must be surrendered. Everything that is a running commentary, theory, and momentary point of view is not it. All thoughts are merely fluctuations, magma in the volcano, nothingness, fire, all of it undulates in oceanic being of Motherness. There is no me, or you or identity and yet there is, but none of it matters except the continued realization of nothingness. There is no contrivance or identification , or statement or anything that can pinpoint, lockdown, or secure Enlightenment, which is not a thing, process, word, nor is it nihilistic. It is neti neti, not this, not that. As David says over and over, “Enlightenment is not for the me, it cannot be put to use.” It can never be a position, or something secured. IT is both a feeling and beyond that, which is the That, that is living you, therefore not a “you”. Never ever can you stand forth like a statue and declare ownership, or any thing. All theories are mudslides slipping away in eternal slippage of death and nothingness, which is also fullness because it Is and lives all that is. You can stoop/stop at any point and grab a piece and say this is IT!, maybe you can go out and make a lot of money and grab a bunch of followers who love your package, your wording. Maybe finally you have it, “Ah! Reality is like silly putty and you can have any movie you want!” So what! At the end of the day it is all ashes blowing away and forgotten in the eternal chasm that will reverberate endlessly as Ah and Om, and wee wee wee all the way home... and none of it. It cannot be secured. An ant can’t swallow the ocean. The ocean must drown it until it dissolves into ocean.


by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

By michael ortega

Dear Friend,

Your words always bring me deeper, coming as they do from Truth. But you must indulge me for a bit. For years, in my Buddhist practices I labored intensely in the contemplation of impermanence, fading away, death and cessation leading to emptiness, deep deep traceless emptiness, without even a reverberation, without even the trace of memory. The Buddha himself said that those who see only passing away tend towards nihilism, and that those who see only arising incline toward Theism. "But the Tathagatha, Oh Ananda, teaches both arising and passing away."

As the days recede since our Saturday experience, I find myself “descending” back into my “normal” process. Here, flowing Openness splits me from within into ever-vaster negative space, slicing and dicing even the subtlest aspects of my being into smaller and smaller see-through quanta. With any luck and plenty of David’s grace, soon only the openness will remain. We are on familiar non-territory here. (At this point, I cannot even call this meditation since it calls upon me night and day according to its will; I suppose possession would be a more accurate term). I find it amusing that since this Saturday past with its glimpse I was allowed, that this radiant emptiness before so amazing, has become a familiar friend. So whether here, or while favored with glimpses of things to come, I think for a while I will adore the kinder and gentler faces of the Divine. This is not to be construed as a metaphysical stance, but only some recovery time from all that lugubriously serious Theravada hard work of meditation on corpses, body parts and impermanence. So be patient with me and I am sure that in time I will yet come around and dance the Rudra-tandava with you. In the meantime, the image of the Thistle Fairy I chose to represent me here remains a faithful portrait of my human heart, despite the opaque and aging flesh you met.

With gratitude, ever your

Truth Fairy

By TF (not verified)

Love it!
Just so you know I wasn't trying to inflict my Rudra Bhava on you, I was riffing off of my meditation experience, and drying off from an acid bath of Rudra's torrential howling storm and was wringing the water out of my towel. I also love Narayanic fullness and it's Heart bursting light. Call it Shiva sitting on Vishnu's lap, or vice versa, or Shiva Nataraja dancing to Krishna's flute.

In the fullness of this storm, I might say anything, I might go mad!

May all forgive my decadence and bad writing.

By michael ortega

Michael, you are lovely in your madness :)

By ocean