Arriving at this time was, for him, always accompanied by a feeling of excitement and anticipation. There was no-one else to be seen, and that is exactly how he liked it. Now, standing poised to begin, he saw the sky reflected in the surface before him. This helped him to relax which was important if he were to perform to his potential. So, he briefly closed his eyes and then he was ready to begin.
With a smooth and fluid movement he dived gracefully into the waiting pool and set off to cross and re-cross, and he was happy. The relaxation allowed his muscles, devoid of tension, to carry him and a singing to arise unbidden in his heart, which, when it reached his mind, became Schiller’s “Ode to Joy” from Beethoven’s ninth Symphony. This joy released his spirit and he lost hi Self, and was free. What is more, he knew he was free and he was full of an awareness of Life coursing through his being.
It was at this point that he stopped swimming, (even though he still moved through the water). Now, he simply was. Action was no longer of any consequence. He had become one with himself, and his environment.
Subtly the music subsided to be replaced with a profound silence in his being and it was then that he heard the voice. “We are one.”, it said. At once he knew this in every way possible, and in it he felt the complete and unencumbered connection which, he could clearly see, had always been, is now, and would always be. In that moment he became once again the ever-changing unchanged.
When he returned somewhat to himself he discovered he had had, at some point turned an his back and appeared to be floating just above the surface of the water. Just then, from somewhere nearby drifted gently the unmistakable strains of the “Ode to Joy” clearly carrying the message:
“Those who have ears to hear, let them hear”
[send green star]
Beautiful. I can identify with that. I used to ski a lot and one day in deep powder I experienced something like that. The snow was so deep and soft that my skiis were bending slowly from one linked turn to the next and then I could even feel my bones bending. Now I experience the same sustained rush by begging people to chant Hare Krishna. Yesterday a Muslim said, "I can't say Hare Krishna." Immediately I was plunged into ecstasy.