Patanjali Yoga Sutras translated by Lahiri Mahasaya
Why Do Jesus and Babaji always look up?
Something subtle but seismic has shifted in me.
It wasn’t some dramatic vision or a bolt from the heavens. It was something quieter—a remembering. A quiet inner yes that emerged as I watched this video on Kriya Yoga and the breath of immortality. What started as simple curiosity became, over the course of 20 minutes, a deep inner stirring. I felt as though Mahavatar Babaji, Lahiri Mahasaya, and Paramahansa Yogananda were whispering the truth of my own being directly into my bloodstream.
In the teachings presented, Babaji’s words ring out like a bell in a cave of time: “He who masters his breath masters his aging. He no longer lives by time but by light.” That statement, so simple, penetrated deeper than any scripture I’ve read. It reminded me of what my guru Nisargadatta Maharaj once said: “The real does not die, the unreal never lived.” Both statements point to the same source—that immortality is not something to be attained, but remembered, uncovered breath by breath.
As I read through the transcript, I saw how breath—so overlooked, so constant—is the key to unbinding ourselves from linear aging, karma, and even the illusion of selfhood. Not by believing anything, but by being completely present with each inhale, each exhale.
It was Sri Shankara who affirmed that the Atman, the Self, is birthless, deathless, eternal. And yet, until the mind is stilled and breath purified, we are flung again and again into the delusion of separation. Yogananda called Kriya Yoga the “airplane route to God,” and I understand why now: each breath, when performed with awareness, is not just respiration—it is reincarnation in real time. We are reborn every moment we touch the light behind the breath.
I reflect too on the fierce tenderness of Lalleshwari’s poetry, her embodied mysticism. She didn’t talk about immortality as an abstraction; she lived it. The flame in her belly—the kundalini—rising through the spine is no different from the pranic current described here, rising from muladhara to sahasrara.
Even Ramana Maharshi, in his ever-still simplicity, taught that the question “Who am I?” is most alive when grounded in the living body. This practice of breath through the sushumna nadi is a form of inquiry in motion. When done with humility, it is a surrender. When done with awareness, it is liberation.
I want to speak directly to those who are skeptical, even those like a dear friend—an atheist, scientist, and lover of astronomy. There is science here too. Studies confirm that deep, coherent breath reduces inflammation, slows telomere shortening, activates the pineal gland, and resets hormonal imbalances. This is not mysticism versus science—it is mysticism as science, the sacred geometry of the soul aligning with biology.
Yet none of this is about proving anything. It’s about turning inward, where no proof is needed.
I have begun to integrate Kriya breathing into my morning practice—simple, reverent, and sincere. I do not expect miracles, yet I already feel a kind of softening, a loosening of the tight grip of time. Moments stretch. Silence deepens. And something inside me—a light, a memory, a pulse—begins to glow.
As Yogananda said, “You do not grow old; you grow ripe.” And perhaps what we call aging is only forgetting our true Self. In returning to the breath, I return to that Self—the unaging, unborn, undying.
I invite you—whether spiritual, scientific, or simply curious—to try this practice. Not as a chore or a technique, but as a gift to your own soul. Let the breath become sacred again. Let each cycle become a prayer, a purification, a return.
If this resonates with you, set aside just 15 minutes tomorrow morning. Sit. Breathe with reverence. Feel the spine as a luminous channel. And listen—not to thoughts, but to the silence behind them. That silence is you.
Watch the video here, and consider committing to 40 days of Kriya breath, as the transcript suggests. Keep a journal. Note the shifts. Be patient. You are not just practicing a technique—you are remembering eternity.
Namaste. The light in me bows to the immortal light
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