Friday, April 20, 2012

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Flying for Peace—Inner and Outer
The classical law of gravity is not an absolute law, but only a statistical probability. It's only the classical theory of the curvature of space that says objects fall down. Quantum theory says that gravity goes both ways, up and down. Over 100,000 people are now enjoying the upward direction, thanks to Maharishi's TM-Sidhi program. And they're taking the world along for the ride, hastening the arrival of world peace.

Liftoff! Introducing Yogic Flying

(from The Complete Book of Yogic Flying by Craig Pearson)

It needed a scientific age for the world to appreciate the significance of the philosophy of Yoga and its practical application in creating integrated individuals, integrated nations, and an integrated world family. Yoga means union, the union of the individual awareness with the Unified Field of all the Laws of Nature in the state of transcendental consciousness.


Acting  from The Unified Field
"Yogic Flying demonstrates the ability of the individual to act from the unified field and enliven the total potential of Natural Law in all its expressions—mind, body, behavior, and environment. Yogic Flying presents in miniature the flight of galaxies in space, all unified in perfect order by Natural Law. The mind-body coordination displayed by Yogic Flying shows that consciousness and its expression—the physiology—are in perfect balance. Scientific research has found maximum coherence in brain functioning gives rise to Yogic Flying. As the coherently functioning human brain is the unit of world peace, Yogic Flying is the mechanics to make world peace a reality, and thereby bring world health, world happiness, world prosperity, a world free from suffering—Heaven on Earth in this generation." —Maharishi
"Yogic Flying is so profound that I sometimes wonder how people go through the day without it," says Frank diChiara, M.D., Chief of Staff at New Jersey Medical Hospital, and one of more than 100,000 people around the world who take time twice each day to practice Yogic Flying.



Doctors and lawyers, teachers and students, business executives and homemakers, military, political and religious leaders, retired people and teens—all kinds of people practice Yogic Flying. Why? Not just because they hope someday to levitate or fly. Although the experience is enjoyable and revitalizing, they practice Yogic Flying for two more important reasons: For themselves—to be happier, healthier, more successful; and for society—to help create world peace.

Coherent Brainwaves = Success
Scientists have observed remarkable changes in the way the brain functions during Yogic Flying. Brainwaves become highly coherent and orderly—with maximum coherence occurring at the point the body lifts up—indicating that the brain is functioning more powerfully and gaining greater access to its full potential.

This more orderly and powerful brain functioning translates into equally remarkable benefits, such as increased intelligence and creativity, clearer thinking, improved health, enhanced perception, reversal of the aging process, more fulfilling relationships. In short, people practice Yogic Flying because of its results in everyday life.

"Since I started Yogic Flying, my life has been very smooth," comments one Yogic Flyer. "My thinking has become clearer, my physiology stronger, and my desires more easily fulfilled." Another says, "I experience freedom and happiness during Yogic Flying. It's an unbounded happiness; not the ordinary limited happiness that seems like it will be gone soon. I feel as though I've come home."


Creating World Peace—Together
Studies on the quality of life in society show an even more extraordinary effect. When people practice Yogic Flying together in a group, they create an influence of orderliness and coherence that radiates out to their environment. This coherence-creating effect, called the Extended Maharishi Effect, neutralizes stress and negativity within the innermost fabric of society, the field of collective consciousness*.

As coherence in collective consciousness increases, research shows that the crime rate drops. Sickness and accident rates drop. Inflation and unemployment decline and the economy improves. Even terrorism and open warfare have been reduced or stopped by groups of Yogic Flyers, and the superpowers have become friendlier.

The TM-Sidhi program, including Yogic Flying, was introduced by Maharishi in 1976 as a natural extension of the Transcendental Meditation technique. Although individuals who have learned the TM-Sidhi program are of all ages, professions, religious traditions, educational backgrounds and political affiliations, they share one common conviction: Yogic Flying is the best thing you can do for yourself, and the best thing you can do for the world. They admit that their approach is new and different. Yet scientific research studies unanimously confirm its effectiveness. It has been proven to accelerate human development in unprecedented ways, and at the same time to resolve the most intractable social problems—problems that have defied every other attempt at solution.

The bottom line is: In a world sorely in need of solutions, Yogic Flying works.

*Collective consciousness is the sum of all the individuals’ consciousness in a city, state, nation, or the world. 
Floating and Flying through History
Human beings have been fascinated with the idea of flying since antiquity. The ancient Greek myth of Icarus and Daedalus escaping from the labyrinth on the island of Crete with hand-fashioned waxen wings exerts power to this day. Even in the modern age of jet travel and space shuttles, we have not lost our private dream of personal, unencumbered flight. We have created our own myths of flying heroes—Peter Pan, Superman, ET.
But the ability to fly is not limited to mythology. It forms an age-old heritage of humanity. Throughout the world, from ancient times to the present, we find stories of people who actually could float and fly. The earliest and most detailed descriptions come from the ancient Vedic tradition, where hovering and flying are described as the natural abilities of fully developed human beings.
Many well-attested accounts are, historically speaking, right in our own backyard. In Europe alone, levitation has been attributed to more than 200 saints, and is the most commonly mentioned miracle in the Roman Catholic tradition.
The best known example is St. Joseph of Copertino, the 17th-century Italian saint. More than a hundred flights were officially recorded during his life. At the slightest inspiration—beautiful picture, a sweet melody—he would be swept high into the air, soaring to the ceiling of a church and remaining suspended in mid-air, sometimes for fifteen minutes, sometimes for two hours, in full view of eminent witnesses. Today St. Joseph of Copertino is the patron saint of those who travel by air.
In the first century AD, the Greek philosopher-saint Apollonius of Tyana traveled to India, where, he reports, he saw Indian Brahmins "levitating themselves two cubits [three feet] high from the ground." Most historians have regarded his stories as pure fantasy. But Ernest Wood, the respected English writer on Eastern philosophy, reports witnessing the same thing during his travels to India just a few decades ago: "I remember one occasion when an old yogi was levitated in a recumbent posture about six feet above the air in an open field, for about half an hour, while the visitors were permitted to pass sticks to and fro in the space between...Levitation, or the rising of the body from the ground and its suspension a few feet up in the air above the seat or couch, is a universally accepted fact in India."
How is Yogic Flying possible? How can a person float or fly through the air in apparent defiance of gravity? Yogic Flying invites us to look at human potential in an altogether new light, to expand our notions of what human beings can accomplish, to think afresh about the connection between the human mind and the natural world.
In just the last few years, quantum physics has identified the most fundamental field of nature's intelligence, the Unified Field of all the Laws of Nature—the level from where all the Laws of Nature, including the force of gravity, arise. This universal level of Natural Law underlies all forms and phenomena in the universe, including the human mind and body.
The ancient Vedic understanding of nature that Maharishi has brought to light goes further, identifying this universal field as a field of unbounded pure consciousness. Since human consciousness has its foundation and source in this most fundamental field of Natural Law, the human mind can open to this most powerful level of nature and function from there. Functioning from this fundamental level, we command the total potential of Natural Law. We gain the ability to know anything, do anything, and accomplish anything. Functioning from there, nothing is impossible for us. Our potential is unbounded.
The Transcendental Meditation technique allows the mind to settle down and experience this field of pure consciousness, the Unified Field of all the Laws of Nature, within our own awareness. The advanced TM-Sidhi program, of which Yogic Flying is a part, allows the mind to think and act from this most fundamental level of Natural Law.

Yogic Flying therefore does not violate the law of gravity or any law of nature. It enables us to access and enliven the total potential of Natural Law residing within each of us—to open this infinite reservoir of energy and intelligence and harness it for all possibilities and fulfillment in daily life.

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

You Are the Universe

















 
"The human brain is a universe in itself. Every part of the brain has its connectedness with all the main values which structure the universe."           
   — Maharishi

We are all walking universes.
Our brains, our cells, our DNA, are mirrored in the sun, moon, planets, and stars. This was known in ancient times and it has now been scientifically verified in the discovery of the one-to-one relationship between the fundamental structures and functions of human physiology and the fundamental structures of the cosmos.    

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Human Brain Sensitivity to Orientation in Space

Research in modern science has now confirmed that the brain is highly sensitive to orientation, position, and direction in space. The firing rate of specific neurons in the thalamus changes in proportion to both the angular velocity and the direction in which the head moves. Scientists have shown that the brain can keep
up with the absolute direction in which the head is pointing as the subject moves from place to place. Likewise, neurons in the hippocampus have been found to be sensitive to position (with reference to direction) in space.

One's inherent sense of direction (orientation) and order gets confused in daily life when one lives in a building with wrong orientation, not built according to Maharishi Sthapatya Veda, resulting in physiological, psychological, and behavioural imbalances of all kinds.

The principle of constructing buildings according to the principles of Vastu -- Vedic Architecture -- is borne out by both the ancient Vedic Literature and the modern scientific research on brain functioning, as brought to light by Maharishi, and the scientists working under his guidance.

In addition, it should be noted that the knowledge contained in the Vedic Literature is far more complete, scientific, authentic, and reliable than modern scientific experiments, because modern scientific experiments, through their objective approach, can only account for physical, material values, which do not and can not directly measure the more fundamental performance of intelligence on its own level -- the level of Natural Law -- the level where the holistic value of Natural Law and the specific value of Natural Law function in unison.

References:
Progress in Neurobiology 13 (1979): 419 - 439
Journal of Neuroscience 15(9) (1995): 6260 - 6270
Brain Research Bulletin 40(5-6) (1996): 477 - 484


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Thursday, March 10, 2011

P O E T R Y

The Beginning of Real Time
©2007 Roger W. Pelizzari
(Elephant Journal, 2014, Reflections on the Source, MUM Press, 2012,
 This Enduring Gift, 2010)

Almost morning,
somewhere along the edge of March,
I woke to a moment so still,
I heard the ice cracking
on the frozen waters of the world.
Rising from the valley
between night and day,
I opened my eyes and saw my watch
sleeping on the table,
stopped at midnight.
It was a signal for the beginning
of real time.

Here and now the world is new,
we see by the light of the sun
that shines in the middle of the head,
while invisible winds
blow everything false away.
Who will miss the shadows of our old lives?
This is how we enter the future,
through the door of the present.
This is where we find the place
we have longed for,
where no one needs to ask,
“Where am I? Which way should I go?"

We are made of green earth and gold fire.
The blue sea flows through us,
and the sweet, silver air.
The stars flash from the mind
to the sky,
and grow brighter as we look.
Soon, we will not even remember
the time when we were asleep,
dreaming that this would happen.


* * * * * *


The Silence that Moves the World
©2010 Roger W. Pelizzari
(Reflections on the Source, MUM Press, 2012)

Just before the morning light,
the air is full of silence,
like the snow on the ground.
It is the same silence that moves the world.
It is where I begin and end,
so close,
just beyond my eyes closing,
my feet wading into its waters.

There are no signs to follow
or maps to lose my way.
With hardly a thought,
I am there.
With barely a breath,
I stretch in all directions.
In a moment, I am everywhere,
I am everything, I am nothing.
Thoughts dropped like pebbles
in a wishing well,
echo and disappear.

I wake as if from a million years of sleep.
This is the beginning of motion,
the motion of all that I have ever known.
It has always been this way.
The laughter I hear is my own
as my body lifts into the air,
and falls like a wave on sand.
Moments pass without notice
and I am up again.
When time finally appears
like some stranger,
I stop to rest on its shore.

There is no need to remember
the silence.
It is with me as I step into the sunlight,
It is written on the faces I see,
It vibrates in the voices I hear,
and I am certain it is
the same silence that moves the world.

* * * * * *

Looking for the Big Dipper
©1992 Roger W. Pelizzari
(The Iowa Source, 1992)

The ancients called the sky a happy place.
To watch the stars, they said,
would cure a sad heart
and remind you of your infinite size.

I find comfort
in those ancient lights.
When some mood crowds my heart,
I go to a field
and move my head back,
until my feet
leave the ground.
I float with Ursa Major, the seven starred Big Dipper
of the Big Bear,
that my mother showed us in the Spring.
From there I find the Pole Star,
straight up above the axis,
the unmoved one,
around which all others move.
Turning west, I walk with Orion,
he with the sword on his belt,
still hunting, but never catching
Lepus the Hare,
even with the help of his two dogs.
The larger, Canus Major,
is honored with Sirius,
the most visibles star.
How kind of Ptolemy*
to give a dog
the brightest star.

* Alexandrian astronomer who systematized the northern constellations

* * * * * *

Wisdom Does Not Wait
©1992, 2016 Roger W. Pelizzari

Listen to the natural wind that blows
through these windows and doors,
that rolls this sun and moon,
and these uncountable stars.
Listen to the natural rain
that falls on this American land
as we sleep through these long last nights
of fear and deception.
Watch the tidal waves wash away
the castles of control and division.

Wisdom does not wait
for the counting of votes.
Like a bird, she flaps her wings,
and flies beyond the reach
of oligarchs and tycoons.
whispering the ancient message,
"Be still, be still, be still."

Sitting in the center,
in the point of all directions,
we find the power
that spins the planets,
we find the door
to all our destinations,
swung open,
wider than the world.
There is the lamp, lit forever,
the end of thirst, the end of hunger.
There we know
we are not meant to fight like dogs
over bones in the dust.
There we feel
the sweet relief of knowing
that all the lovely doomsayers
were wrong.

******

The Piano at the Victoria Falls Hotel
©1991 Roger W. Pelizzari
(Origami 1991, Collecting Moon Coins 1991,
Iowa Poetry Association Award 2007)

The old man lets his hands play the old jazz,
across the white keys and the black,
on the piano in the round room
at the Victoria Falls Hotel.
Helicopters pass as the sunlight
ricochets from the crystal chandelier.
Every inch of wall is white
but the air is black warrior.
He plays the sharps and the flats that fall,
with a hundred fifty million years
of roaring waters,
rolling into the Zambezi,
that winds below like a snake
in the sun,
while the soldiers on the other shore
shoot aimlessly into the sky.

He plays while the waiters pass with silver trays
in the fading light.
In the evening, he eats on the terrace,
and whispers his thoughts to the waters,
“Mosi-Oa-Tunya—you are the smoke that thunders.
I am sorry these English still call you Victoria.
They will not last so long.”
At dawn, he walks out to the edge,
where the rainbows begin,
and stares to the bottom where the white foam
eats away the earth.

* * * * * *

37 Degrees North by 7 Degrees West
©1991 by Roger W. Pelizzari
(Collecting Moon Coins 1991)

I check the map before I sleep,
when the moon is growing full.
It's hard to know how far or deep,
a dream may fill the world.
One day, one Summer night,
I woke up once and woke up twice,
and clearly saw what had to be,
my body floating by the sea.

Beside the cliffs of southern Spain
just as in my memory,
two burrows in the quiet shade.
I nodded as they blinked at me.
One the brown, the other white,
sitting on their curled up legs,
looking left and looking right,
minding nothing that I said.
I asked, "How long have you been here,
beneath the shelter of the pines?"
The burrows did not seem to hear.
They blinked and shut their sleepy eyes.
I asked if they would walk with me,
along the beach as once before,
and smell the air and cool their feet,
but they had both begun to snore.
I dreamed until the sun did rise,
and spread its light across the map.
There was no time for sad good-byes,
and so I whispered, "I'll be back.
I'll bring you apples, golden sweet.
I know the place where you will be."
And as I rose up from my bed,
I thought I heard them start to bray,
and looking back inside my head,
I saw them turn and walk away.

* * * * * *

Meditation in Deep Drought
©1988 Roger W. Pelizzari
(Lyrical Iowa Poetry Award, 1990)

North is the only sane direction
to be driving in July,
across the flatlands
US of A.
We stop to spread the map out
in the highway grass,
searching for a missed turn.
Long ago, we would have been lost.
Now, it's just a signal to rest,
to close the eyes.
Under the rare branches of an elm,
we dive deep into
the ancient ocean of peace,
where maps are useless.
Minutes pass,
centuries roll,
time disappears.

We open our eyes,
and the world is new.
At the next station,
we meet an old man
who points the way
without being asked.

* * * * * *

Songs Heard by the First Tree
©1987 Roger W. Pelizzari

I knew a elm in Iowa,
alone on a hill,
tall and long standing
one of the last.
Sparrows and grackles
filled its branches,
singing the songs
heard by the first tree.
Standing beneath,
I would join in the chorus,
and marvel when they stopped,
as if to listen to me.

The tree is long gone,
but the notes linger on,
and the spaces between the notes,
where everything is remembered.

* * * * * *

Message from the Muse
©1984 Roger W. Pelizzari
(Writer's Digest Poetry Award, 1991)

Listen, you poet,
why do you summon me
like a servant?
Do you think I will appear before you
like some genie,
hovering at your shoulders,
whispering sweet metaphors?
That is not the way I move.
Forget me.
Leave your books.
Go rest.
When you are fit to travel,
you will hear a bell,
and I will bring you
boots and a sled
with dogs barking
and firewood to burn
in the snow.

* * * * * *

Thanksgiving
©1983 Roger W Pelizzari

Now, forever, and long ago,
long past the geese flown far south of here,
we breathe November’s new moon air
while north winds blow great powers near,
whistling through a thousand doors.
We gather round as our fathers,
round the tables, round full harvest.

We give thanks for the earth
and the earth gives thanks of itself
and takes the sea.
We give thanks for the sea
and the sea gives thanks of itself
and shines the sun.
We gives thanks for the sun
and the sun gives thanks of itself
and warms the air.
We give thanks for the air
and the air gives thanks of itself
and fills the sky.
We give thanks for the sky
and the sky gives thanks of itself
and tells the time.
We give thanks for time
and time gives thanks of itself
and points the direction.
We give thanks for direction
and direction gives thanks of itself
and finds the soul.
We give thanks for the soul
and the soul gives thanks of itself
and meets the mind.
We give thanks for the mind
and the mind gives thanks of itself
and finds the Self.
We give thanks for the Self
and the Self, curving back on itself,
creates all worlds,
visible and invisible,
now, forever, and long ago.