My Experience at Mt. Kailash

My Experience at Mt. Kailash

Everything in Sansar can be artificial, including intelligence, but consciousness can never be artificial.

Words can be borrowed and filled with flaws; ideas can be borrowed, influenced by others, and changeable from time to time.

Chaos can become your daily life to the point of calling chaos a life.

Birth and death can constantly be spinning you around perpetually.

But consciousness defies all these and stays above, beyond, and untouched by any of these.

Mt. Kailash is a beautiful place where the majesty of Kailash is in front of you, representing the abode of the almighty Shiva and consciousness. It stymies you and pulverizes you down into nothingness.

And Mansarovar represents your mind – maan, every inch of which is fed from the draining glaciers of snow-clad Mt Kailash.

Of course, everything here is symbolic but powerful enough to invoke your authentic self—the silence. How and why? I don’t know.

At the trek’s entrance is the symbolic Yamdwar ( a gate of death ), through which one passes to enter the kingdom of Shiva, a symbol of vast eternity.

That’s where you leave your ego behind ( die ) and surrender to the wild, unpredictable, almighty consciousness and its whims.

A profound silence surfaced from within. I left everything to existence and became a silent witness to the dance of every moment, which unfolded slowly, creating a total experience of parikamma.

All I had decided was that I’d not subject innocent animals to unspeakable tortures for finishing my parikamma.

Every inch of what I am is a part of this vast totality, just the way Mansarovar owes its existence to Mt Kailash.

I remained connected with every object, person, and situation around me, in silence, in awareness.

I stayed in complete silence on the first day and then spent two more days in inner silence, speaking as necessary.

Silence is a powerful state that defies your mind.

The mind wants to react; it wants to rebel against the external situations ( which were many, too many to count, from rocky terrain to severe hypoxia, poor hygienic conditions of Dharamshalas ( rest houses ), and cold winds ), but silence keeps the mind shut off.

In this state, only the silence remains; spiritual strength takes over and feeds you with new vigor and strength.

Everyone comes here with a different mindset – from Bhakti marg to thrill seekers, to silence practitioners, and everyone leaves with something, in their own way.

Saying all that, depending upon the depth of your sadhana, if you remain in a perpetual state of inner silence, the place doesn’t matter, Mr Kailash or not; you will always be on the tip of Mt Kailash, merged in almighty Shivatva.