Kriya Pranayama
Kriya Pranayama
Kriya Pranayama
It was during those months that, after having bought the works of
Ramakrishna and Vivekananda and a beautiful book with comments to
Patanjalis Yoga Sutras - the ancient work, fundamental to understand the
foundations of Yoga, especially Pranayama - I finally decided to buy the
autobiography of an Indian saint, a book I had already seen some years before
without buying it.
I was fond only of practical manuals but then I thought I might find out useful
information, such as the addresses of some good schools of Yoga. The author
whom I will indicate by P.Y. [see the note at the end of the chapter] was an expert
of that kind of Pranayama, which was first taught by Lahiri Mahasaya and
called Kriya Yoga.
He wrote that this technique could be mastered by gradually practicing four stages
of it: this sparked my curiosity; I loved Pranayama, and just the idea of
improving it sounded amazingly wondrous.
If the techniques I had already practiced gave me such incomparable
results, it was obvious that that four-stage system would make them greater
and greater; Lahiri Mahasaya was described as the incarnation of Yoga:
this led me to think that there must have been something unique in his
"way"!
On one side, I went on reading all the books I could find written by this Master [a
few of them were in Italian, some in English]; on the other side I began to explore
as much literature as I could find about Yoga.
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I rather chose to remain here and try to improve my Pranayama, using all the
books I could find about Yoga, no matter what language they would be written
in.
The question was, how could I transform my practice so that it could have
the power to move and rotate the inner energy around the Chakras?
If this had to be - as stated by P.Y. - a universal process, there was no
doubt that I would find traces of it through other sources and perhaps I
would be able to discern the whole system of Kriya in its subtle four
phases.
There was something locked in a corner of my memory which became alive
again. When I was a child, I used to read everything I came on to, especially
books censored by the Church or considered strongly unsuited for my age
anyway; I was proud to practice a total freedom of choice and I was not open to
any advice. I wasted a lot of time on poor readings. In that great heap of books it
was impossible to distinguish in advance between the valuable ones and the many
other ones which, through tantalizing titles, contained but tall stories, impossible
chimeras aimed at stunning people. In the end I felt I had travelled through an
indistinct chaos. I had the bitter feeling that the most precious secrets were still
hidden in some other esoteric books, which I was not lucky enough to find.
Now, I vaguely remembered seeing some drawings, somewhere, sketching out the
profile of a person and the different circuits of energetic movement through his
body. The idea came to seek the needed information in the esoteric books rather
than in the classic books on Yoga.
I started going to a resale of used books; it was very well furnished, probably
because it had once been the Theosophical Societys reference bookstore. I turned
down the texts dealing only with philosophical topics, while, in ecstasy and not
concerned by the time, I kept on skimming through the books which clearly
illustrated practical exercises.
Before purchasing a book I made sure it hinted at the possibility of driving the
energy along certain internal channels, of creating a distinct action on the
Kundalini energy and of arousing it.
Since my first visit, I had been very lucky; while reading the index of a text in
three volumes, introducing the esoteric thought of a famous
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