Shivallah Dharma

 

A SHORT STORY: Recognized as an Emissary of Peace, International Speaker and Visionary Mystic, Shivallah Dharma is renowned for his calming voice, peaceful presence and illuminating insight. Having died in a car accident at the age of 19 years, a spiritual awakening and rebirthing process was ignited. Thus began a dedicated life-long immersion into eastern mystic teachings, meditation, mindfulness and the healing arts. 

 

In 1993, he relocated to New Zealand and opened a meditation-healing center where he began Consciousness Awakening Teachings and Human Potential Education. During the year of '93, Shivallah also presented his first public talk, titled THE POWER OF PRESENCE, at a Health and Environmental Conference in Auckland NZ. 

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For over 4 decades, Shivallah has touched and inspired the lives of many through his presence transmissions, healing modalities, transformational workshops and trainings. He has presented events in Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Germany, Sweden, Malta, UK, Canada, California, and Maui-Hawaii, offering 'Deep Peace Immersion' gatherings and meditations, Consciousness Awakening workshops and residential retreats.

 

He remained on the Hawaiian island of Maui for 14yrs, immersed in the Polynesia culture, studying and teaching Sovereignty principles. Shivallah returned to Australia in 2014 and is currently home-based on the Sunshine Coast of Australia.

 

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A TRUE STORY: Let us consider the possibility that any story which can be expressed right now, is simply of the past. The past, like that of the water in a river which has already moved on, has moved on. It does not exist anymore. The banks of the river may appear to be the same as before, yet as the river of life remains in a state of perpetual motion and cycle of renewing, it is constantly refreshing itself in every moment... 'Giving Birth To The New In The Now.'

 

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A COSMIC STORY: Sum In Mundo, Non De Mundo ~ "I am in The World, Not of The World"

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A HUMAN STORY: Here I am, sitting in my car at 19 years of age, gazing down at blood all over my shirt. It's dark outside, no idea what the time is, and I am at the base of the Mt Dandenong ranges in Victoria, Australia. I look up and night lights begin beaming into the car. Police and Ambulance Drivers are endeavouring to lift me out of my sedan, that is now a wreck, having apparently collided head on into another car from the opposite direction. I keep fluctuating between moments of falling unconscious and waking up, with an awareness of there being a faint golden hazy light everywhere.

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There is a comforting and nurturing presence to this golden light, hence my mind is unusually quiet, given the traumatic circumstance. There was no fear, worry or remorse, other than the heartfelt concern for the condition of my 2 passengers and the driver of the other car. In fact, there was no pain being registered, for that matter, in spite of my left eyebrow being ripped open from the steering wheel, almost taking my head off.

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I had been unconscious for 2 hours prior to the ambulance arriving. My knee had created a huge dent into the dashboard upon impact, yet also no lingering pain after the smash. As soon as I was laid down onto the stretcher, I began asking the ambulance drivers about everybody else, rather than asking about my condition. I then proceeded to speak with them about how much I love everybody and what the world needs … to know love and peace!

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The ambulance drivers began smiling and speaking in a consoling manner, but I didn’t need any consoling or reassurance or some psychological band aid. I was immersed in and absorbed by the softness of this golden hazy light, which seemed to transform the car accident experience into something else, something transcendental. There was a kind of gentle sweetness permeating the space, a quiet presence of peace.

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After the accident, I remained living at home for the duration of the next three years, due to the physical disability that incurred because of the accident. During the days, weeks and months that followed, little did I know that a tumultuous psychological upheaval and consciousness transformation was about to take place. Sometimes inaugurated by the suffering of our family karmic patterning coming to a crescendo of unbearable psychic unrest. Mostly playing out through a variety of tensions, conflicts, chaos, and trauma, throughout the family.

 

To be fair though, from my perspective, we did have a strong foundation of parental presence and loving-kindness, especially during the first 15 years or so. In contrast to many other families in the neighbourhood, our life as children was sprinkled with a great deal of nourishment, nurturing, and common-sense 'street-smart' mentoring. And yes, we had quite a degree of parental conditioning and teenage rebellion, playing out. 

 

During the later years, however, especially after the car-accident, there was a great deal of suffering building up simultaneously, within my body and psyche. The pain of loss, the sense of failure, shame, and anguish was uncontrollably escalating at the time. Adding to this was the unexpected abandonment by my girlfriend, my first love, who never came to see me until 2 weeks after the accident. That is another story. Even though we had only been together for a very short time, it was a profoundly significant connection, contributing as a catalyst for the shattering of my dream bubble.

 

My living circumstances and lifestyle had been suddenly turned upside down, and I was turned inside out. It was a time of feeling like a 3-year-old child, once again, with my heart out on my sleeve, from that moment onwards. Freshly opened and delicate in vulnerability, I was very quickly being guided from within, to study certain esoteric teachings and to enter a student, apprentice, disciple relationship with physically embodied Mystic Teachers and higher dimensional Guides and Masters. I was gradually being shown what the nature of 'Right Suffering' was essentially about and how to share what was reawakening … the essence of Deep Peace!

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On any given day, in my aloneness, there were also unexpected moments of uncaused joy and bursts of ecstasy rising from within. The joy was so great that I couldn’t help but shriek out in rapture, with the energy impulsing me to run from room to room, without any thought or intention. My Mother was the only one who was bearing witness to these ‘Bliss Attacks’.

She didn’t understand what was happening, but out of her love, she still provided a non-interfering, non-judgmental, nurturing presence for these mystic awakening moments.

 

From within the suffering of the human condition, I was beginning to experience a joy that had no opposite, let alone any need to understand, justify or work towards. Such a dichotomy was pervading daily, from the intensity of emotional reactivity in the family to magic moments of exhilarating joy in my aloneness. Thrown into the mix were intense, yet brief moments of depression and despair, doing its best to take over. 

 

However, the car accident being such a ‘rite of passage’, initiated a passionate longing and search to learn, to understand, to comprehend and more importantly, longing to be free of suffering. A longing to be living in this ‘Uncaused Joy’ more than anything that the world had to offer, was being evoked. It became a passionate longing to know unconditional love and to be saturated with peace.

 

It became obvious to me that I was in a transformational cauldron of cosmic proportions. A Mystical Metamorphosis was initiated. Thus began a long winding road of recalibration, adjustment, letting go, purification, integration, learning, remembrance, and dedicated service.

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Transformation of a Couch Potato into a Meditator: During the first few months, after the accident, I was limited to very little movement, let alone social activity, by being on crutches. There were also long periods of exhaustion, migraine headaches and falling asleep several times throughout the day. I would often wake up in a massive sweat, as though I had just come out of a sweat lodge. A purification process was happening, initiated by the crisis of death followed by a rebirthing phase. On some level, however, all I wanted to do was sit in front of the Television all day, ‘veg-out’ and forget about everything for a while.

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Becoming a couch-potato sounded good to me as an avoidance strategy, but the Great Mystery had another plan. So, there I am watching TV for hours on end every day, and what began to occur, to my dismay, was a growing boredom with any TV program that was showing. During one afternoon, without any intention, I began gazing at the wall above the TV, which immediately transformed into a spontaneous state of meditation. A quality of serene emptiness, stillness and peacefulness began to arise and very tangibly so. After several days of watching this, I noticed that it didn't matter whether I gazed at the TV or the wall, because this state was neither dependent upon nor deterred by any external influence.

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It became obvious that sitting quietly with a single-pointed focus, yet relaxed gaze, was an extraordinary key. The more that this happened, from day to day, my dedication to going deeper into this, also grew. Having passed through so much trauma and especially seeing how the whole family was struggling with different levels of suffering on any given day, my dedication to understanding the human condition was deepening quickly.

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Yes, there was still suffering, sometimes great suffering, but it now had a different meaning. Countless insights and processes were also being revealed for healing and transformation and sometimes there were unexpected moments of simple transcendence. Where was the suffering in those instances of spontaneous peace? More and more I began to ask the question 'What is suffering, really?' More and more over the years, I began to realize that suffering is not necessarily something to shy away from, but to see and embrace it as the very bridge to awakening one's potential.

 

I began to see suffering as meaning… 'to undergo a journey' and it was inviting me into ‘Unconditional Acceptance’ of what I was undergoing in any given moment. There was a growing willingness to discover the hidden pearls and a deepening patience in watching the lotus emerge out of the mud.

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From that moment onwards, the 'Peace that surpasseth all understanding' began to mean more to me than anything else.

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A MYSTICS STORY:  Divine Grace, Mystic Prayer, True Ecstasy. Third Eye Opening and Kundalini Awakening. (coming soon)