King Janaka absorbs Sage Ashtavakra’s instructions and expresses his realization: “I am taintless, peaceful Consciousness, transcending the whole of Nature.” Reflecting on his long delusion and suffering, Janaka recognizes that only spiritual wisdom enables one to renounce identification with the body and the universe.
He understands that the universe appears in the Self and is not separate from it. All experiences are inward, and apparent multiplicity is only a display within Consciousness. Through discrimination and truthful introspection, ignorance and its effects are removed, allowing the truth of the Self to shine clearly.
Janaka realizes that the sentient presence within the body is infinite and distinct from the body itself. While the body is limited, the witnessing Consciousness encompasses the endless universe. Filled with wonder, he offers prostrations to his own true nature.
He further recognizes that body, heaven, hell, bondage, liberation and fear are products of imagination. He is neither the body nor an individual self, but Supreme Consciousness—an infinite ocean in which the waves of individual existence arise, play and dissolve.
Janaka said: What a wonder! I am taintless, quiescent, pure Consciousness. I transcend Nature. Till now, overpowered by delusion, I have been deceived/made to suffer.
As ‘I’, the singular, reveals this body, so ‘I’ reveals the world too. Hence, the whole Universe is mine, or nothing indeed is mine.
Renouncing the Universe together with my body, I now perceive the Supreme Self, somehow by dint of dexterous wisdom.
Just as waves, lather and bubble are not different from water, likewise is the Universe made by and from the Self, not different from the Self.
As cloth, when reflected upon, will be no other than its thread, the Universe too, if properly reflected upon, is but the Self alone. (Self is the thread, Universe is the cloth.)
Just as sugar produced from the sugarcane juice is pervaded by that juice, so too the Universe produced in me is ceaselessly pervaded by me.
World shines by not knowing the Self. On knowing the Self, the world ceases to be. Ignorance about the rope makes the snake shine. In light when the rope is seen, the snake ceases to be.
Luminosity is my real nature. I am not different from it ever. When the Universe shines, then it is indeed ‘I’ alone that shine!
Due to ignorance, the universe is conceived. It shines in me, like silver in mother of pearl, snake in rope and water in sunbeam.
Universe has sprung from me; will indeed dissolve into me. Like the mud-pot into clay, wave into water, and bracelet into gold.
Oh! Wonderful ‘I’, prostration to myself, who has no destruction at all, who reigns even when the world from Brahmā down to a clump of grass is destroyed.
O Wonderful ‘I’! Prostration to myself. Though embodied, I am single, singular. I neither go anywhere nor come from anywhere. I remain pervading the Universe!
Ah, wonderful ‘I’! Prostration to ‘I’! Here there is none so dexterous as I! Without touching it with the body or senses, the Universe is borne by me for an infinitely long time.
Ah, wonderful ‘I’! Prostration to me, who have either nothing at all, or has all the mind and speech can reveal.
The triad called knowledge, knowable and Knower is not true, does not exist at all. I am that unstained Self wherein is displayed through ignorance this threefold division.
Ah, all misery is due to duality. There is no redress for it besides realizing that the entire visible is unreal and I am the single pure blissful Consciousness.
I am Consciousness alone; due to ignorance I imagine and impose limitations like mind, intelligence, etc. Ruminating deeply like this, I abide in absolute Consciousness, without doubt.
I have neither bondage nor liberation. The illusion is attenuated without support. Ah, the Universe rests in me; in reality, it exists not in me too.
My intelligence has clearly determined that the Universe along with my body is verily nothing to be considered as existence. So far as the Self is concerned, it is pure Consciousness alone. On what now can any imagination be based?
Body, heaven and hell, bondage and liberation and likewise fear too; all this is but imagination. Of what use is it all to me, who is Consciousness in nature?
Even in the human congregation I do not see any duality. It looks like wilderness. What interest or association can I foster and where?
I am not the body. I do not have body. I am not a jeeva, embodied Self. I am supreme Consciousness. This indeed is my bondage that I had a desire to live.
Ah, in me the infinite ocean, when the wind of the mind arises, instantly come up strange waves of the world.
In me the infinite sea, when the ‘mind-wind’ ceases to blow, the ‘world-ship’, the property of jeeva, the individual soul, is stranded and destroyed. Embodiment is transitory indeed.
What a wonder that in me the infinite ocean, the waves of individual souls, by dint of their own nature, emerge, strike, sport and enter.