The first two months, the students created their album covers out of the music that they liked. The third month, I introduced some jazz music. Beautiful creations came out of it.

But the fourth month, I insisted that it would be about classical music. They said, you got to be kidding us… classical music? They were laughing. I said, no, I’m not kidding. Let’s say that you are working for a company that makes album covers, you would have to be able to create album covers for all sorts of music.

So, what I want you to do, is to close your eyes and listen to this piece of music and after listening carefully, start creating what came to your mind while you were listening to it.

I started with Maurice Ravel’s Bolero. I was watching them as they were listening with their eyes closed. Some heads and bodies started to move to the rhythm. I knew that something good was to come out of it. Indeed, these were really their best creations of all.

Them, I went with Tchaikovsky music and so on.

I was hesitating between two jobs that were offered to me, when my sister, who was a math teacher, phoned me and asked me if I would be interested to work as an Art teacher at one of the schools where she was teaching. The professor was on leave because of a nervous breakdown.

This huge Regional high school had three buildings. One for the very smart students, the second one for average students and the third one for students with difficulties. All sorts of difficulties: mental, physical criminal, etc.

Of course, that job offer was for the third building…lol. I said to my sister, why not, that should be interesting. So, she took me a rendez-vous with the school director, the next day, which was a Thursday.

The first thing he asked me was: Do you have a permit to teach? I said: No. I went to Art school, that’s my only qualification. He said well that’s a problem.
I said: To whom? He said: to the government and the sindicate. I replied: It’s not a problem for me, I know I can do it.

He said: Well, since 3 other replacement teachers have quit because they couldn’t handle these problem teenagers, I’m a bit stuck right now and I need a replacement teacher as soon as possible. I’ll take the word of your sister, since I know her well, and I will take a chance with you. But you have to know, that, as soon as the permanent teacher comes back from his depression, you will have to leave. I said. “Sure, no problem. He said, can you start tomorrow? I said sure.

I was all excited and motivated when I enter the classroom that Friday morning. I presented myself with my first name only. and asked them to do the same, one by one. It was a class of 20 students. They all gave me their first name. Since I have a huge memory, I wanted to impress them, by calling them by their first name.

So I said: I’m going to ask you what interest you in life and what you want to do in this art class. I picked one of the student and addressed him by his first name, and they all started laughing. One in the back of the room was laughing so hard that I called his name and said: What do you find so funny? They laughed even more.

I knew something was wrong. So, I picked up the only student who wasn’t laughing, and asked him why they were all laughing. He said: they are laughing because they didn’t give you, their real first name.
I said: Oh boy! We are going to have some fun in here, because from now on, I will be calling you by whatever wrong names you gave me. They liked that, they cheered to that idea. I though to myself, that I made a good move there.

But the day wasn’t over yet. As soon as I opened the door of the cabinet where all the paints, brushes, glue and paper were, they rushed in and started throwing everything on the walls and floor and said they hated art teaching, that it was a boring subject. Then the bell rang and it was the end of the session of that day.

I was a bit discouraged and I almost quit. But, since I’m a hard headed woman, I didn’t. On Saturday, I had an idea. I went to some stores who sells old used music albums. I bought them for the album covers. If you remember, in these days, they were huge cardboard covers. About 13”x 13”. I bought a pile for almost nothing. I glued some paper over the covers, so they would be ready for painting on them.

Sunday, I went with my sister, who had the key to the school, and we installed a record player in the classroom and brought the newest music that teenagers liked, and of course brought also the album covers.

When the kids walked into the classroom on Monday, they were stunned to hear their preferred music. I told them.that from now on, they would listen and create album covers that the music inspires them. I said: You can draw anything you like, with any kind of mediums, you can glue things, paint abstracts or real things, whatever you want to, as long as it fits on the album cover. I told them that they could also bring their own music if they wanted to, wich they did the next day.

It was a HUGE success! That’s all they did for the next 4 months with me, and that is all they wanted to do. They were happy and had so much imagination. Honestly, some of their creations were truly stunning.

When they heard that the regular teacher was coming back, the students sent a petition to the school director to keep me as their teacher for the rest of the year. Of course, the director could not do that, since I did not have a permit to teach and that the real teacher was part of a syndicate.

The day I left, was so full of emotion. Never in my life did I ever received so much genuine love then on this day. It’s an experience that I will never forget.

The director, thanked me and said: I don’t know what you did to these kids, but since you’ve been here, all the other teachers in all fields (maths, French, geography, biology, etc.) noticed how the students improved and became more calm and showed more interest.

I met one Muslim preacher, whose Uncle is a direct descendant of Prophet Mohammed, and some of the Muslims can do some weird siddhis, as written of by Paul Brunton, like being buried alive for months or even years sealed in wax, traveling on the inner planes free from their bodies, and then being revived months or years later, and this preacher told me that his uncle could literally step immediately from Karachi or wherever he was to London in his full physical body.

This is how the white belts in the martial arts can do stuff like hold boiling lead in their mouths without getting burnt.

Scientists have actually observed thoughts manifest in the human brain before the person can even have the idea like ‘I have just had an idea’, or they can see the body getting ready to move out of the way before, say, someone bangs the door open unexpectedly without them knowing with their physical senses that anyone is behind he door, and the thought to move the body is already present in the brain on a deeper level, all mapped out ready on the absolute plane, ready to appear as ‘your’ thoughts, to be translated into physical actions. All these things are created by the Supersoul Godhead in response to the general trend of our spiritual inclinations, and complex scenarios are constantly drawn up to involve all of society together, these being constantly subject to change due to constant unforeseen changes in the free will of each soul.

Ultimately, all physical matter surrounding every soul is non-particulate, beyond the apparency of atoms and sub-atomic particles, both views of matter being accepted in vedic understanding of physics, and the Godhead Supersoul, the spiritual central sun, manifests the entire percept of the senses themselves around each soul, before the percept of matter perceived by those senses is also manifest, so the whole thing is like a a pixellated screen changing images around us all the time.

The Bhagavad Gita says that God is the sole doer in this world, and we wonder how that can possibly be so, we think ‘what happened to our free will?’. It is because He is actually the sole doer within the field of our material perception, whilst we merely observe the play of light and dark produced by Him gently changing our spiritual attitudes by His ultimate arrangement.

The material plane does not actually belong to us, and ultimately belongs to the substance of the Supersoul Godhead Himself, that is why no matter how hard we try to conquer matter, we have problems like old age and death, etc. Only when we change our attitude to be more able to relate to that Godhead Supersoul, rather than trying to consume and dominate Him, then we return to our fully awakened states, free from reincarnation in this dream world any longer, so the yogis in the theist school tell us, and we are also then afforded equal bliss to the Godhead Supersoul, without even having to merge as one with that Being, His consciousness then overlaying ours to afford us cosmic consciousness too, with all souls retaining fully individual will and consciousness in that relationship.

We propose in our inner spiritual inclinations, though our souls are almost fast asleep here in this material world, and He then manifests reality around us in response, letting us see how our desires play out, though He is busy working out how best to produce all our desired realities in such a manner as to wake us back up to true reality on the liberated spiritual plane.

Under the illusion of maya, of false ego, we think that we ourselves are directly articulating all mental and physical action, misidentifying ourselves with the physical mind and body, which is not actually our true self at all.

We possess spiritual free will still, but that is almost entirely dormant in this dream-like plane.

When I did Kriya Yoga some years back, I entered a long black and white checkered tunnel, and coming to the mouth of that tunnel, which was rectangular, but not square, a lot like a cinema screen in shape and size relative to my own presence, I saw from a position outside this galaxy, looking directly at three other galaxies immediately in my field of vision, though these were still a tremendous distance away from me, looking across clear space just as if I was on the Hubble Telescope itself, with crystal clarity, I was actually there, yet I had not left my body, I had not even had to leave my body, the chakra system of each human body itself being a microcosmic link to the universal macrocosm, so the percept of where I was, was wrapped around me by the Godhead Supersoul, and there I was, That is my reckoning on how matter is constructed around us anyhow. When anyone does yoga or any shamanic process or whatever, they get to see behind the scenes on how the appearance of matter and even the senses themselves, together with the purpose behind all that, is made manifest.

A pleasant and well -meaning attitude towards the entire cosmos in general is always a good place to start.