Visit to the World of the Siddhas
by Swami Muktananda
Again the blue star shone steadily before me, not moving at all. While I gazed within at the upper regions of the sahasrara, I traveled to many worlds with the blue star as my vehicle. It was not the Blue Light or the Blue Pearl, but a blue star. Though it looked small, it was large enough to contain me. One day it took me far away, and set me down in the most beautiful world, the most entrancing of all those I had seen. I cannot describe its beauty, for words would be an insult to it. In this world I came upon a fascinating path, and, following it, I saw many woods, caves both large and small, flowing streams of pure water, white, blue and green deer, and also some white peacocks. The atmosphere was very calm and peaceful, and there was a beautiful blue light everywhere, such as you would see if you looked at the early morning sun through a piece of blue glass. There was no sun or moon, only light spreading everywhere. When I arrived I felt such strong waves and impulses of Shakti that I knew intuitively that I was going to have the darshan of the ancient seers. I started to move around with the speed of thought. And then what? This was Siddhaloka, the world of the Siddhas! I saw many Siddhas, all of them deeply absorbed in meditation. Each one was in a different mudra. None of them looked at me. Some had long, matted hair, some were clean-shaven, and some had pierced ears. Some were sitting under trees, some were sitting on stones, and some were inside caves. I also saw the great seers I had read about in the Puranas. I saw Sai Baba of Shridi. Though Nityananda Baba was in Ganeshpuri, he was there too. Each Siddha had his own hut or cave or house made in styles I had never seen. Some of the Siddhas were just sitting quietly.The climate was very good and the light very pleasing. I found that I now knew everything. I recognized the seers and sages of ancient times and, moving in a little, saw many yoginis, all sitting steadily in their various divine mudras. I spent a long time wandering around Siddhaloka looking at the yoginis and Siddha saints. I was very fascinated by Siddhaloka. No other world had seemed so good to me. I did not feel like leaving and thought it would be very nice if I could stay. Then I saw a huge lotus pond with golden lotuses growing in it. Turning away from this pond, I saw the Seven Sages in a group, a sight which brought me peace and love; it seemed that someone unknown was guiding me. I entered another forest - very beautiful. I did not recognize the species of any trees in it. I saw more Siddhas there and felt the desire, as I had earlier, to sit down in the lotus posture and meditate. As soon as I sat, the blue star appeared, and for some reason I felt compelled to go and sit in it. I don't know how I did this or who was controlling me. Anyway, the star at once took me back at immense speed to the place where I was meditating.
When I arrived, the blue star passed within me into my sahasrara and exploded. Its fragments spread throughout the vast spaces of the sahasrara. There was no star in front of me now, but just an ambrosial white light. Then I passed into Tandraloka, which was quite near to me. At that moment a Siddha, whom I did not know, appeared to me from Siddhaloka and said, "You have just seen Siddhaloka, the world of the Siddhas. Here live the great saints who have achieved jivamukti, liberation. There is no hunger, no sleep, and no awakening. One eats joy, drinks joy, lives in joy, and continually experiences joy. Everything there is joy. Without the grace of a Siddha, no one can go there. Those who are doing the sadhana of the Siddha Path, who belong to the Siddha tradition, and who will attain full Siddhahood will go to Siddhaloka. The blue star, which became your vehicle and took you there, is the only way of traveling to it. It can also take you to other worlds. But until the star explodes, the cycle of birth and rebirth is not broken, the bondage to karma is not cut, the veil of sins and good deeds is not torn away. Only when that is torn is the eye of differentiation removed." After he said this and blessed me, the saint disappeared.