Wanderings in The Himalayas

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Chinmaya Prakashan has great pleasure in presenting the revised edition of 'Wanderings in the Himalayas' to all spiritual seekers.

Sincere efforts have been made to eliminate errors and to add diacritical marks.

Chinmaya Sampadan and Chinmaya Kalpanam deserve compliments in bringing out this revised edition.

Swami Tapovanam elevates our vision from the finite to the Infinite in this poetic and magical Wanderings in the Himalayas. May we, as seekers of the Truth, see divinity in all forms, at all times and in all places.

The look of an object will depend upon the medium through which the observer views it. In fact, our mental and intellectual conditions will determine the phenomenal world observed and experienced. The botanist viewing a flower will see it differently from a poet viewing the same flower. Each one of us interprets the objects that he sees in terms of his existing knowledge. The Man of God-vision sees Him and His play everywhere.

A Man of Perfection is one who has gained an experience of that which lies beyond the intellect. He has delved into and experienced the sense of infinitude when he transcended consciously all his identifications with his outer equipment of experience. One who has thus realised his own universal nature is termed, in the śāstras, a Mahātmā.

Such a perfect Seer has, when once he has realised the divine Self, in his experienced sense of fulfilment, no longer has any duty towards the world of objects, emotions and thoughts. He has neither any right to assert nor any duty to perform. A God-man happy and contented in himself, constantly revelling in that perfect state of Realisation, he strides along, ever a Master in all his world of experiences - environments. The perfect Seer experiences his own self in everything and roams around the world experiencing the divine presence everywhere, at all times. To one who is thus living inwardly this constant God-experience, to him every incident, everything and being around, is but a fugitive note from that infinite song. Whatever he sees and hears are to him, expressions of the Infinite.