Above the Crown Chakra

Sutratma (devanāgarī: सूत्रात्मन् sūtrātman) is a Sanskrit word composed by sūtra (“thread”) and ātman (“self”), usually translated as the “thread-soul”.

H.P. Blavatsky defined it as follows:

Sûtrâtman (Sk.). Lit., “the thread of spirit”; the immortal Ego, the Individuality which incarnates in men one life after the other, and upon which are strung, like beads on a string, his countless Personalities. The universal life-supporting air, Samashti prau; universal energy

sutratma or life thread of the antahkarana

Antahkarana (devanāgarī: अन्तःकरण Antaḥkaraṇa) is a Sanskrit term that means “internal organ”. In Hindu philosophy it refers to the totality of the mind, including the thinking faculty, memory, the sense of I-ness, and the discriminating faculty.

In Theosophy the term is used with a special meaning that differs from the Hindu. According to H. P. Blavatsky the antahkarana is an aspect or function of the lower mind that retains its original purity, active whenever there is a spiritual aspiration. It is, figuratively speaking, a “path” or “bridge” that acts as a two-way communication. Through antahkarana the spiritual influence of the higher manas is conveyed to the personality, and all good and noble activity of the lower manas can reach the higher, to be assimilated in Devachan

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I mentioned in an earlier post that during the rājā yoga visualisation I constructed for myself the buddhic and atmic sheaths. The idea being that should I be able eventually to raise my consciousness above the mental plane onto the buddhic and then atmic plane I would need to keep my awareness in a “bag” otherwise it would dissipate, perhaps to the point of death.

Also, in daily working at elevating consciousness I built elasticity into the sutratma and antahkarana. The thinking being here that they should not experience plastic deformation or snap.  

Having built the jewel in the centre of the lotus, opened it to reveal the jewel. Om mane padme hum. I then took my awareness above it to observe the monadic light arriving along the central channel onto the prismatic jewel. Following this channel up one reaches the thousand petalled lotus jewel. Which acts like a manhole cover keeping the awareness inside the human bag so to speak. The bag of soft wet matter which is our temporary abode.  I figured that if I followed the phowa of death and opened the crown chakra, I might be able to explore beyond the form.

There is a big caveat should the sutratma and/or antahkarana snap I would deep in the do-do and/or dead.

PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF WHAT FOLLOWS UNLESS YOUR CONTROL IS IMPECCABLE!!

It is possible to start to “unscrew” the crown chakra. By this I mean start to apply mental torque to it, just as if it was a manhole cover. At first it does not budge but after many weeks it does. When it is “unscrewed” it is possible to elevate the manhole cover. At first only a little.

IMPERATIVE If you unscrew the cover and elevate it you must meticulously reverse all the actions you have taken. What goes up must come down by exactly the same root.

Once I had managed to do this with some control I began taking my consciousness out and above the manhole. At first this was very difficult, and I did it in tiny little steps. A tiny bit further each day so as to do a yoga stretch with the sutratma and the antahkarana.  In time I could get sufficiently above the crown chakra so as to see it from above. Let me say this, it looks pretty damn splendid.

When I got my cancer diagnosis I worked on this over and over. Just in case clog popping time was imminent. Or in case I got stage four. I figured I might be able to check out myself rather than go to Dignitas if things got bad or unbearable. I have rehearsed my own death, which might sound morbid but is pretty practical really.

I know what it feels like out there, so I have no fear of being dead. Dying could be tad painful but being dead is OK.

When we went into town yesterday the manhole cover in the road outside the pharmacy was up and some dudes were doing something down there. A manhole cover does not sound so glamorous as a thousand petalled lotus, but the analogy works from one angle.