To know our inherent tendencies, good and not so good, we need to know who we genuinely are without any hypocrisy or deceit, walking the by-lanes of denial.

THAT NIGHT BABA took Rudra on an astral voyage to a mountain. It was a huge mountain where one could not see the top, but an ongoing mountain which clouds later covered. It was never-ending, had various plateaus and various inclines going as far as the eye could see, the mountain was sky-high. They climbed for a while and then Rudra was taken to a village. The scenery and the beauty of the place took his breath away. Rudra had never seen anything as picturesque as this place. It felt as though Rudra was in heaven seeing the beauty of paradise. But there was something wrong in the vibration of this place. As beautiful as it was, the vibration felt heavy and foreboding. Rudra saw people moving about their day-to-day affairs and then he understood why the very air seemed so dense and heavy. Everybody here was scared. There was an underlying stench of fear in this place. The contrast between the divinity and beauty of the place and the heaviness and denseness of vibration was so prominent that it made Rudra feel ill.

The most spectacular place where even the light was vibrant and inviting but in each individual, be it a child, woman, man or an animal, there was fear that lurked in their eyes and in their vibrations and aura. Rudra felt as though he was in heaven but covered with sludge from hell. Each individual Rudra saw went about life as though worried that something will go wrong. So though there was laughter, it was half-hearted, as though everybody was scared that too much laughter could bring forth some calamity. At every pace there was a need for peace but a menacing sense of fear made even the little peace something to be apprehensive about. People ate but Rudra could figure out there was no taste on their tongues. Everyone spoke softly. Most were as though hiding from somebody or the other. For all its luminous clarity and play of light, the breathtaking vistas and scenic view, this place made Rudra ill.

Baba entered various homes and then came out after a while. The windows of most cottages were curtained but still partially open. Allowing the luminous light to enter but never completely, worried if somebody would see those living within. Rudra could see people within but they never really came out in the open. Rudra began to gasp for air but all he could breathe in was fear and he realized that eventually nothing truly mattered but peace within each of us, which leads to a joyous life filled with laughter and lightness of heart.