Noosphere – Teilhard de Chardin


A Jesuit priest and paleontologist, Teilhard was one of the first evolutionary mystics to popularize the term “noosphere”.


You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience. You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.
We are one, after all, you and I. Together we suffer, together exist, and forever will recreate each other.
The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.







Ever since the Big Bang, our universe has gradually grown in complexity.  From an initial point of intensely concentrated and homogeneous matter, we see the formation and evolution of stars, galaxies, and planets as the primordial ball of plasma expanded, cooled, and formed structures of ever-increasing complexity. In the case of Earth, we also see the development of biological life with its even more complex forms of matter. These organic structures are actually containers of sorts-densely packed with information. The more information an object carries in a given volume, the more complex it is. A strand of DNA is not only smaller than a grain of sand, it is also considerably more complex because it contains more information than the silicon in the grain of sand.

The densest collection of complex information we know of thus far is the human being, and human activity gives rise to even greater complexity. Teilhard states that this reflective consciousness is “the specific effect of organized complexity,” and that it follows that some sort of intensification of human consciousness is the next step of human evolution.  In other words, a massive amount of information is building up within the relatively small confines of the planet Earth. This, Teilhard believed, will result in the blossoming of the noosphere into some form of super-consciousness, once the amount of information it contains reaches a critical density.

Teihard de Chardin first used the term noosphere in approximately 1927, but the intellectual concept was first developed during Teilhard’s service in the trenches of World War I.



Quote from T.D.C.s writings:


The atmosphere of ‘the Front’: it was, I am quite sure, from having plunged into that atmosphere—from having been soaked in it for months and months on end—and precisely where it was at its most dense and heavily charged, that I ceased to notice any break (if not any difference) between ‘physical’ and ‘moral’, between natural’ and ‘artificial’. The ‘Human-million’, with its psychic temperature and its internal energy, became for me a magnitude as evolutionary, and therefore as biologically, real as a giant molecule of protein. I was later to be astonished on many occasions to find in my own circle that those who could not agree with me suffered from a complete inability to understand that precisely because the individual human being represents a corpuscular magnitude he must be subject to the same development as every other species of corpuscles in the World: that means that he must coalesce into physical relationships and groupings that belong to a higher order than his. It is, of course, quite impossible for him to apprehend these groupings directly as such . . . but there are many indications that enable him to recognize perfectly well their existence and the influences they exercise. . .  I have no doubt at all (as I said earlier) that it was the experience of the War that brought me this awareness and developed it in me as a sixth sense.

Teilhard de Chardin, Pierre (1980-07-23). Heart Of Matter


and following on:


The concept of a universal connection of human consciousness is very old and forms the heart of the Christian tradition.  Teilhard’s contribution was to take this concept put place in within the scope of recent knowledge of the universe being a work in progress from the Big Bang, through the development of individual human consciousness, through the future convergence of collective human consciousness and unification with the Cosmic Christ or Omega Point.  As Teilhard described our current evolutionary state:


Quote From Teilhard’s writings:


“[H]ow can we fail to see that the process of convergence from which we emerged, body and soul, is continuing to envelop us more closely than ever, to grip us, in the form of—under the folds of, we might say—a gigantic planetary contraction?

The irresistible ‘setting’ or cementing together of a thinking mass (Mankind) which is continually more compressed upon itself by the simultaneous multiplication and expansion of its individual elements: there is not one of us, surely, who is not almost agonizingly aware of this, in the very fibre of his being. This is one of the things that no one today would even try to deny: we can all see the fantastic anatomical structure of a vast phylum whose branches, instead of diverging as they normally do, are ceaselessly folding in upon one another ever more closely, like some monstrous inflorescence—like, indeed, an enormous flower folding-in upon itself; the literally global physiology of an organism in which production, nutrition, the machine, research, and the legacy of heredity are, beyond any doubt, building up to planetary dimensions; the increasing impossibility of the individual’s attaining economic and intellectual self-sufficiency”

Teilhard de Chardin, Pierre (1980-07-23). Heart Of Matter (Kindle Locations 499-510). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.


Excerpted from a blog-post on Teilhard de Chardin by W. Ockham


Images of the Noosphere – Modern








Experience Of Enlightenment – Sri Yogananda


The Experience of Enlightenment excerpted From Autobiography of a Yogi


 What is this enlightenment? We are told the experience cannot be described in words. It is like trying to describe the color blue or the taste of sweetness. It has been dubbed ineffable bliss, indescribable and beyond words. We know we contain the Atmic spirit within us yet our consciousness is normally centered in the lower realms of mind, emotions, and sensations. In our normal waking state we are aware that our bodies are feeling hungry, tired, hot or cold. Emotionally we may be angry, sad, envious, depressed, or happy.
Mentally we are thinking, analyzing, remembering, comparing. Even if body, mind and emotions are relatively quiet, we still have the limiting blinders of the egoic awareness of name and form, “I am so and so, I am X years old, I live in this city, I like these things, I dislike these other things”. The experience of enlightenment occurs when the awareness is raised far above the lower sheaths, beyond the normal self centric awareness into the pure realm of the Atma which has its home in the vast Ocean of Existence, Knowledge, Bliss from which it was projected. The consciousness then shifts from the  individual droplet to the vast oceanic awareness that has no center,  no limits, no boundaries. We can get some idea of Enlightenment from the accounts of the sages who have experienced the Ultimate Reality before us.

Master spoke caressingly, comfortingly. His calm gaze was  unfathomable. “Your heart’s desire shall be fulfilled”. I was bewildered. He struck gently on my chest above the heart.

My body became immovably rooted. breath was drawn out of my lungs. Soul and mind instantly lost their physical bondage and streamed out like a fluid light from my every pore. The flesh was as though dead; yet in my intense awareness I knew that never before had I been fully alive. My sense of identity was no longer narrowly confined to a body but embraced the circumambient atoms. People on distant streets seemed to be moving gently over my own remote periphery. The roots of plants and trees appeared through a dim transparency of the soil; I discerned the inward flow of their sap.

The whole vicinity lay bare before me. My ordinary frontal vision was now changed to a vast spherical sight, simultaneously all-perceptive. Through the back of my head I saw men strolling far down Rai Ghat Lane, and noticed also a white cow that was leisurely approaching. When she reached the open ashram gate, I observed her as though with my two physical eyes. After she had passed through the brick wall of the courtyard, I saw her clearly still.

All objects within my panoramic gaze trembled and vibrated like quick motion pictures. My body, Master’s, the pillared courtyard, the furniture and floor, the trees and sunshine, occasionally became violently agitated, until all melted into a luminescent sea; even as sugar crystals, thrown into a glass of water, dissolve after being shaken. The unifying light alternated with materializations of forms, the metamorphoses revealing the law of cause and effect in creation. An oceanic joy broke upon calm endless shores of my soul. The Spirit of God, I realized is exhaustless bliss; His body is countless tissues of light. A swelling glory within me began to envelop towns, continents, the earth, solar and stellar systems, tenuous nebulae, and the floating universes. The entire cosmos, gently luminous, like a city seen afar at night, glimmered within the infinitude of my being.

The divine dispersion of rays poured from an Eternal Source, blazing into galaxies, transfigured with ineffable auras. Again and again I saw the creative beams condense into constellations, then resolve into sheets of transparent flame. By rhythmic reversion, sextillion worlds passed into diaphanous luster, then fire became firmament. Blissful amrita, nectar of immortality, pulsated through me with a quicksilver like fluidity. The creative voice of God I heard resounding as Aum, the vibration of the Cosmic Motor.

Suddenly the breath returned to my lungs. With a disappointment almost unbearable, I realized that my infinite immensity was lost. Once more I was limited to the humiliating cage of a body, not easily accommodative to the Spirit. Like a prodigal child I had run away from my macrocosmic home and had imprisoned myself in a narrow microcosm.

Later master explained “It is the Spirit of God that actively sustains every form and force in the universe; yet He is transcendental and aloof in the blissful uncreated void beyond the world of vibratory phenomena. Those who have attained Self-realization on earth live a similar twofold existence. Conscientiously performing their work in the world, they are yet immersed in an inward beautitude”

The Lingam Flower – Sathya Sai Memories


about the youtube:

We have always been blessed to rejoice in His glory of divine, compassion, purity, might, spirit and grace when the Sai avatar walks.

This video is yet another humble attempt to map our Life’s journey of heavenly fortune and fulfillment with the Lord in His glorious divine mission which has always been a priceless treasure of our hearts.

The Avatar of our age is admist us operating at various levels of existence and not only the physical plane that we are aware of and serving us for our own emancipation. He has come to us as a light projecting vast universe… bright and clear. Bright to show many of us the way and clear to tread it.

The coming of an Avatar to make us realise that we are divine is the highest gift of illumination to mankind in the shortest time..

Baba’s own life is His message to humanity. Hope this video helps you reminiscence your own sweet relationship with the Avatar of our age, inspires you to become a part of Avataric Divine mission and to find fulfillment in your lives by making “Love All Serve All” the undercurrent of life

Created with  love, and gratitude at the Lotus Feet of our most beloved Divine Master Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba


Sai Ram


The Lingam Flower – An Experience from the Past

The year 2003,  the place, Sai Ramesh hall after morning darshan. I sat down quietly beside the Ganesha statue just below the stage. I remember ‘The Ganesha’ being covered with beautiful garlands of jasmine and marigolds. The smell of the flowers wafted into the air and mixed with that of the smoke streams of perfumed incense burning at the base of Ganasha. A feeling of elation came over me, I didn’t want the moment to go. I wanted to stay forever in this  surreal atmosphere of splendid serenity. It was during my repose that a little old lady dressed in an outmoded, faded, green checked sari appeared. Her worn face,  smiling, exposed gaps where her teeth had once been. Her small frail body, all too bony for lack of proper nourishment, seemed out of place in the exotic Sai Ramesh Hall.

She sat down beside me and her great eyes shone with such a brightness, that I could not take my eyes from hers. Moreover, she looked at me adoringly. Why an unknown peasant lady would look at me with adoring eyes, I had no idea. Still, I thought, she is rather like some other old ladies I’d met before and were, in fact, other forms of  Sai Baba – (the Sai phenomena). Sai Baba often took on other forms during those days to interchange with a devotee. Like he says ‘all forms are mine’ and often he proved this is true.

A seva dal began to distribute the lingam flowers from the base of the Ganesha statue. The huge orange  flowers had a centre that looked exactly like a lingam. They are simply, very exquisite flowers and ones that I prized. The seva dal gave me one that looked freshly cut, and then another smaller one. He missed the little old lady out altogether. I asked him to give her a flower but he refused. She uttered something quickly to him and he responded with a command that I could not understand.

Feeling sorry for the old lady, I gave her one of my flowers. She happily took it and placed it inside her sari fold across her chest. I’d not seen ladies put flowers in the upper fold of their saris before, but I took it that is was an Indian custom. She continued to stare at me with her adoring eyes and for a time our eyes locked.

Suddenly she stood and leaned over and placed her hand on my head as if in a blessing. Then she was gone……where I have no idea. She just disappeared……….

Heavenly Perfume – Sathya Sai Memories

Swami never disappoints…. He  tells us. I wasn’t too sure he was correct on one particular visit to Prashanthi Nilayam many years ago.

We had organised a group of twenty people – all hoping for an interview. But toward the end of the visit it seemed clear that an interview would be unlikely.

Disappointed, my friend and I did the best we could to keep the group’s spirits high. But it was very hard to do. At the time both my friend and myself were suffering from stomach problems that only added to our stress. It was very difficult not to show our disappointment.

On the last day of the visit we were walking along the main ashram street. It was late in the afternoon and there were few people about. My friend was busy  relating a happy event that he’d seen earlier, when Baba had  materialised vibuthi for a lucky devotee somewhere towards the back of the Ashram compound.

While  he spoke of his experience we were both surrounded by a powerful fragrance of Jasmine flowers mixed with something else, equally as sweet. The  tantalizing scent seemed to come from nowhere. We stopped to sniff the fragrance and to check where it might be coming from.  There were  no flowers nearby.  Not happy to accept the flowery scent as just ‘one of those things that happen in the ashram,’  I marched over to the ashram offices and asked if they were burning incense. They replied they were not, nor were there flowers in the offices.

Walking back to my friend, the aroma suddenly overpowered us completely and all we could do is  accept that ‘This Was Swami.’ We strolled on down the street until the aroma  dissipated some 15 minutes later. Turning the corner into the main square, another friend, a permanent ashram resident, came to greet us. We were discussing the Jasmine fragrance, when suddenly it returned – even stronger than before!

Our friend expressed her amazement, “I think Swami is here,” she said. “you are lucky.” We agreed. The three of us stood for some time breathing in the sweet Jasmine aroma until finally it disappeared altogether.

Now, years later, I remember how wonderful it was in the old ashram. How fortunate we were to be able to roam anywhere, free to take photographs, able to take our bags to darshan, and of course, freer by far to see Swami in his beautiful and unique Mandir, which he, himself, designed for his devotees. An interview wasn’t at all important then. We certainly didn’t appreciate it at the time but we surely do so now.

– Story from Fall, 1992