Sri Ramakrishna describes two of his mystical experiences:
One day, while worshipping Shiva, I was about to offer a
bel-leaf on the head of the image, when it was revealed to me that this Virat,
this Universe, itself is Shiva. After that my worship through the image came to
an end.
Another day I had been plucking flowers, when it was
revealed to me that the flowering plants were so many bouquets … adorning the
Universal Form of God. That was the end of my plucking flowers.
…………
He (Sri Ramakrishna) appeared to be an ordinary person, but
his facial smile was unique. I have never seen the like of it. When he smiled
or laughed, it appeared as if the wave of ananda was flowing through his eyes,
face and even the entire body. And that divine blissful smile removed from one’s
heart all the miseries forever. His voice was sweet, so sweet that one desired
to just keep sitting and listen to his voice only, a voice which ‘poured nectar
on the ears’. His eyes were bright, his look very sharp and affectionate. When
he looked at others, it appeared as if he could see the inside (mental makeup) of
them. At least I used to feel that way.
I felt that there existed deep and tangible tranquility in
his room. All those present seemed to be enchanted with bliss while listening
to the words which poured from the Master’s lips. I distinctly recall that
picture of tranquillity in his room although I do not remember what
conversations took place that afternoon.
I was sitting in a corner, looking, listening and
experiencing an indescribable bliss. I did not pay heed to the conversations. I
was only looking at him with rapt attention. He did not say anything to me, nor
did I ask him anything.
………..
We are killing time in the statistics of mango gardens with
trees, branches, and leaves without eating the delicious mangoes. (Sri
Ramakrishna)
All things, all sounds, all words are separate. But, at a
distance, All is harmonized in Om, a single humming sound. From thence to
Silence. Not even whisper. No muttering. Not even mental speaking. Complete
Silence. Samadhi. (Sri Ramakrishna)