AMRITA: “Sir, how do you feel in samādhi?”
MASTER: “You may have heard that the cockroach, by intently meditating on the Bhramara, is transformed into a Bhramara. Do you know how I feel then? I feel like a fish released from a pot into the water of the Ganges.”
AMRITA: “Don’t you feel at that time even a trace of ego?”
MASTER: “Yes, generally a little of it remains. However hard you may rub a grain of gold against a grindstone, still a bit of it always remains. Or again, take the case of a big fire; the ego is like one of its sparks. In samādhi I lose outer consciousness completely; but God generally keeps a little trace of ego in me for the enjoyment of divine communion. Enjoyment is possible only when ‘I’ and ‘you’ remain.
“Again, sometimes God effaces even that trace of ‘I’. Then one experiences…
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