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<p class="paracenter">&quot;I HAVE NOTHING, I AM NOTHING&quot;</p>
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<p class="para"> The state is that of utter 
commonplaceness. The feeling that I am doing Yoga, that I am something and have 
a special work to do, that something has to be achieved, that life has a purpose 
etc. etc. all that has left and left a blank, a void inside and an absolutely 
mechanical automaton outside. I do the most ordinary things of life, as any 
other common man, like the routine work of a machine; I know nothing and have no 
impulse to know or to plan as to what I should do, how I am to move or why is it 
all like this. A great tranquillity and silence possess the whole being. There 
is no &quot;I&quot;, no person to refer to in the consciousness: individuality has been 
totally abolished, a sweep of universality passes through the consciousness and 
makes it as it were a no-man's-land. The mind has laid down its burden and says 
it is free now and obedient to the call that may come to it. The vital too 
submits its adherence and awaits the order: it has no inclination or choice of 
its own. The physical is likewise wholly docile.
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<p class="para"> This state of supreme blankness 
and passivity borders on the experience of illusion—the illusoriness
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<br><p class="pageno">Page-76</p>
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<p class="para">of the world and the vanity or hollowness of life. Creation does 
seem like an empty shell, with no meaning or purpose and no real truth of 
existence even: it is a shadow play that rests on nothing and vanishes into 
nothing. The great exponents of Illusoriness must have had an experience of 
this kind and considered therefore that—Nothingness—as the ultimate truth and 
mystery of existence.
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<p class="para"> Now when all sense of 
personality—not only the sense but even the fact itself—had totally dissolved, 
the voice of the Supreme Divine was heard and His impulsion recorded. The <i>
Prayers and Meditations </i>hereafter were written through such an impulsion; it 
was truly automatic writing—the instrument did not know what it was writing and 
even did not understand the meaning of the recorded words, it was merely a 
copyist, it looked at the writing as a third person would.
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<p class="para"> The whole being in all its parts 
acted thus like a recording or transferring agency. It was under such 
conditions—at the zero point of human personality and consciousness—that the 
instrument which so long lived apart and behind, concerned with itself more or 
less, was made to come forward and take up the work that the Divine demanded of 
it. The vessel that was completely empty, a universal and transcendental shape, 
came gradually to be filled, with the Divine's own will and its own formations.
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<br><p class="pageno">Page-77</p>
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