ABSTRACT
I usually dedicate one night in the week to meditation as a kind oí continuation of our evening meditations in the presence of Maharshi. I do not write them down, for they are all similar and difficult to put into words. I can only say that they are an attempt to lift up my consciousness to the sphere where life alone reigns, with no forms and no veils. In the preliminary stage there is always a kind of struggle with all that prevents me from stepping out from the realm of thought; after that, like a film on a screen, appear the pictures of my past, and finally—usually about dawn— comes a moment of peace.
