When I embarked upon the path of Siddha Yoga I realized that I would have to sublimate my ‘i’ in the wisdom of some earthly related gurus. I read and read, exploring Sufism, Native American spiritualism, Maori wisdom, Celtic practicality, Taoist philosophy (Qi Gong) and good old Kiwi ingenuity.
It not take me long to realize that all of these were a curious amalgam of the wisdom of the Bhagavad Gita, especially the interpretation of the yoga sutras of Patanjali and the overwhelming presence of the divine voice of the Godhead through the poesy of Krishna.
The Bhagavad Gita became everything for me – the most divine of the divine books of wisdom. Everything I had studied – the Holy Bible of the great prophets, the Holy Qu’ran of All'ah, the Compassionate and the Merciful, the poetry of the Sufi, the astronomy of the Dogon, the 'Tibetan Book of the Dead', the Prophecy of Masa’wu and the Songs of Waitaha – everything, yes everything came back to me in the minutest atom of the greatest density in each line of the Bhagavad Gita.
When I understood the nature of the kundalini awakening, the union of Shakti and Shiva in the sahasrara, and that Almighty God had created in us the mechanism by which we free our souls from material 3-D existence and continual rebirth, I realized that I much needed the aid of some guides to the unification with Godhead.
The Siddha Yoga of Blessed Nityananda most appealed as a roadmap to the inner self. As I read Nityananda’s words of wisdom – the wisdom of old as there is nothing new in this universe – I understood that this remarkable, humble soul would hold my hand when I journeyed to the Between state of 4-D, to the Nirvana of 5-D. I painted Nityananda and Muktinanda, his Blessed pupil, on a piece of cardboard and placed it next to Jagadguru, a painted head with intertwined ida and pingala coiled around the sushumna (another painter’s story).
Phil gave me two frames and I cut the cardboard and placed Nityananda – one of my sadguru – in one frame and Muktinanda, another of my sadguru, in the other.
Miles from Nowhere turns my paintings from bits of cardboard and canvas into digital wizardry with his superb photography. He was photographing Nityananda (with La Giaconda peering over his shoulder) when this beautiful moth landed on his heart charka for the briefest instant.
Gouache, spray paint, oil, watercolour, acrylic, collage of Nityananda and Mona Lisa, live moth on cardboard (framed by the artist), 2007
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