Bedroom Light – Vivekananda Experience
On a beautiful summer day, I drove over the Hudson River to Stone Ridge, New York, to the lovely cottage my friends were renting there. The cottage dated back to the 1800s, and was originally part of a large estate with a mansion that had long since burned down. As it turned out, this spacious and beautiful old building had been home to the Indian adept Swami Vivekananda during his time of living and serving in the West. A great realizer and transmission teacher from the Vedantic school of India, Vivekananda spent a good deal of his short life instructing students in the United States and Europe, where he was the first Hindu teacher to take on Western devotees.
Late in the nineteenth century, Vivekananda made the bold move of initiating the first Western woman into a previously all male Eastern renunciate order in the very house my friends were renting. Pulling into what had been his home, though, I knew nothing of this saint, nothing of the profundity of what had transpired inside those four walls.
As I sat on the floor of the great adept’s small bedroom, I felt immediately touched and embraced by a powerful presence that seemed to come out of the walls and ceiling. The longer I sat, the more it became clear to me that my disturbed state was rooted in a nervous system disharmony, one that I had been unable to remedy on my own.
As I continued to sit, I felt my nervous system calm down and begin to harmonize, dropping me into a feeling of deep peace and happiness, a state I had not known for a very long time. Finally, a bright light from above somewhere seemed to lift me up into delicate visions of vibrating colors and shapes. It was an exquisitely sweet and happy experience.
After twenty minutes of quiet contemplation in the great sage’s bedroom, I had become gracefully restored to my ease, just by walking in and sitting down. All I had done was relax, allowing myself to stop and feel the place. Whatever touched me there had been in the room itself.
From upcoming book “The Tao of Rejuvenation” by Angelo Druda