Non-Dual Consciousness and Saint Vivekananda

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Dual and NonDual existence of beings ....Vivekananda progressed through his life as a proponent of duality of existence - self and the God ...Then through  the rigorous introspection and scriptural search , took the Adi-Shankaracharya's path of Adaiyabad ( non-dualism) where every search ends at self - me as the manifestation of super consciousness , the  Brahman. Ramakrishna's Kali  idol worship was a medium to reach the inner state of consciousness - samadhi -  the state of bliss. 

Vivekananda began his life as an atheist and when came in contact with Ramakrishna , he attained a sudden state of bliss, when one day Thakur touched his chest  with his foot. And he cried , ' aa tumi ki korle,Thakur !'  That day Vivek attained a near  bliss state -  only the rarest of beings are tuned to attain such state even without going through the painstaking  method of Progress ( - a process of disciplined living and following meditational routines ).


We learnt from his childhood days , how the child Vivek would get into meditative state while playing with his friends at any isolated place.


Later this child lived only 39 years and traveled across rivers, forests , villages , towns in search of truth - the meaning of life. And gave us two major truths 


Jive Prem e Shive Prem . ( You can reach the God by loving a fellow  human being.) It may ring in some ears like an atheist thought  or even a  communist tune of equality of all. But, incidentally , the seventh verse of  Mandukhya Upanishad, of our Atharva Veda, ask the question , Who am I ? I am not one who does acts  when wake; I am not one who dreams when in dream during sleep , I am not one who remain blank during deep sleep; I am the one who passes through all these states and not be seen as acting in any of them.

I am formless though I manifest through the forms of beings's various conditions. I am the consciousness - the Brahman . I am the universe and universe is part of me.  


This great sage gave another message that is more apt in todays time .


'Love is expansive , hatred is contractionu


So, the best way to respect this rare soul is by restraining yourself in social media and public discourses by not spreading any ill-feeling  against any race,  religion , caste or creed .


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