Monks are From Meditating Monkeys- Unravelling the Algorithm of True Spiritual Awakening

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Several personal calamities persuaded me to pursue the puzzle of spiritual awakening. Bizarre coincidences that culminated in inexplicable retrieval of my life made me doubt the traditional wisdom on serendipity. As I got nearer to the truth, some basic flaws in my earlier books on mystic awareness needed urgent revision. Brain scans that gave irrefutable evidences on the source of genuine spirituality demolished the misleading claims of faiths on divine intervention. An underlying physical algorithm was indicated as the harbinger of enlightenment. The truth may not be acceptable to staunch believers with inherited blinkers, but some fence- sitters may realize the falsity of imbibed convictions. This book is for the sceptics who seek rational explanations for spiritual transformation.

It all began with my providential escape from a massive cardiac arrest. On two earlier near-death situations, I was not so close to the finale. After the initial impact of disbelief subsided, I was fired with the fever to seek the source of coincidences that saved me from sure death. While the family and friends celebrated, I was deeply frustrated without getting any reliable clue on the cause of my incredible returns from the edge. It gave Introduction me a more miserable lease of life with intense curiosity and no inclination to enjoy the windfall.

In identical situations, some friends succumbed even with timely medical help and more pressing reasons to survive. I wondered why I got away so narrowly while much younger persons were denied of a deserving second chance. Was it plain good luck, God's mercy, or just a series of unconnected coincidences that chose to intercede at the critical moment? Or was it Mrs. Anand's medical knowledge that made the killer return empty-handed? The entire episode of my rescue is described objectively in Dr. Anand's autobiography, "The Second Strike".

My wife proclaimed that the God whom she had been surreptitiously worshipping would have given me a stern message to cure my skepticism. Despite heavy engagements, her benefactor seemed to have spared time to secure me regularly. She scoffed at my atheistic arrogance and advised her eager listeners on the virtue of keeping the gods happy with total surrender. Her deep gratitude sent more money and materials to the mortal custodians of her favourite divinities. One of them recently acted in a film in which he decimated evil men and rode a Harley for spiritual thrill In spite of her stern reprimands and entreaties, I resisted the insistent offer of spiritual asylum. An ordinary finale would have given more relief than the pain of pondering over the puzzle of an unknown hand pulling me back from the brink!

**Contents and Sample Pages**