The ashram was very quiet, Gurudev was reading, and I was kneeling with awareness of his presence. I was conscious, but there was no sense of separation from anything in the environment. I could have been a cloth, a sheet of paper, or an extension of the circulating air. I felt like an inner meditative state with eyes open. The sense of self was not defined by the usual physicality, but by visual contrast and mental observation. Being a body was not disturbing.
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