Sri Vasista
O best of people, as soon as sage Sukra left King Bali started reflecting thus.
-3 What Bhagawan said is true. These three worlds are consciousness alone. I am consciousness. My worlds are consciousness. The quarters are consciousness. The works are consciousness. All that is outside and that is inside is consciousness. There is nothing that can exist contrary to consciousness.
-8 If sun is not activated as light where is the distinction between light and darkness? If earth is not made by consciousness to exhibt solidity, where is that distinctive earthness? If quarters are not objectified as quarters, how can they be different from the character of mountain? If the world is not activated as the mutable one, how can it be different from sky? If body is not made to exhibit the characteristic bodiness by consciousness, then what is the individuality of their existence?
-12 Senses are consciousness. Sky is consciousness. All is onsciousness. I am the one who feel all the sense responses, not the body. This body is stupid, inconscient and is of no use to me. All this immense, infinite world is one with Self. I am consciousness - ether. I am the cage of all consciousness - elements. I am the consciousness in gods, asuras, mobile and immobile things.
There is only consciousness in the universe. Nothing else can even be imagined. Then who is friend and who is enemy?
If the body called Bali is shattered, nothing of consciousness is shattered.
Only when hate is activated by consciousness can hate become hatred, not otherwise. And so all such emotions are mere forms of consciousness.
To think of it, there is nothing that is contrary to consciousness in these three worlds.
There is no hatred. These is no fondness. There are no mental movements. Where are the movements which are not that pure transcendent consciousness?
I am consciousness. I am in everything, everywhere. I am full of bliss eternally. I am beyond all modifications and apprehensions. I have no second.
There is nothing like a symbol for consciousness (to say that this is the name, this is the form). Consciousness - energy flashes and sparkeles as sound in all.
-22 . I am the witness free from sight and seeing. I am the pure, ever born, self- luminous Parameswara. I am the eternal myself without any resemblences or reflections. I merely enjoy any self reflection. I am time. I am all the Self contrived shapes and forms. I am the light. I am free from all stain of objects. I am that great Soul.
-24 . I am the self, the individual self without any object sense. I am good and bad. Salutations to such you, my Self. I am the lamp that lights all. I am the all pervading, filling the whole universe. To such I, I bow.
I am the transcendent, pure Existence. I am the Vast, the infinite, like sky. I am subtler than the subtle atom. I am the most peaceful, with all experiences quelled.
Nothing like joy and sorrow, touches me. I am the changeless truth. I am the all pervading objectless consciousness.
-29 . Becomings and nonbecomings, which are characteristic of this world movement cannot break me. If they try to divide me, I do not oppose it. I shall treat them as the outcome of my Self - nature. What does it matter to me if something is taken away or something is given. I am always and ever everything, every action and work. I am with everything, united with everything.
-31 . 'I am the object I am all modifications. In fact there is nothing that is produced or born. What and which will and volition, resolution and determination is separate from consciousness? I am (unnecessarily) troubled, tormented and perplexed when I am that most sacred Self'. Thus thought Bali, the great knower of the Perfect.
-35 . With all his mental wills completely subsided (and eliminated) he sat silent contemplating on 'Om'. He was free from doubt. Object sense was thrown afar (out of him). He was (completely) devoid of the sense of meditator - meditation - ultimate goal. He attained the Brahmic state and the light on his face revealed it clearly. His mind was quiet. Bali sat still in his gem-studded room like a stone. All his desires disappeared. He was perfect and pure. The blemish of thought and thinking were cast away. He was effulgent like autumn sky.
