“In the ocean of our dream-world, the breath is the specific storm of delusion that produces the consciousness of individual waves – the forms of men and all other material objects.”
– Paramahansa Yogananda from Chapter 49 of “Autobiography of a Yogi”
Yogananda says so much in this one sentence. He says that “the breath is the specific storm of delusion.” In another part of the same chapter, the last chapter of the “Autobiography,” he explains that “The mystery of life and death…is intimately interwoven with breath. Breathlessness is deathlessness.” In effect, maya—the dualistic world of delusion—begins with the breath because we experience life with the breath and the breath itself is a microcosm of dualism. Each breath is really composed of two parts, the inspiration (breathing in) and the respiration (breathing out.) If the breath was composed of only one part, we wouldn’t be breathing and hence we would transcend life (“breathlessness is deathlessness.”)
Yogananda continues his sentence, saying that “the breath is the specific form of delusion that produces the consciousness of individual waves.” In other words, waves (or vibrations) are oscillating patterns of two-ness. Just as the breath is composed of inspiration and its opposite, respiration, the wave has an upward surge, an upwelling that breaks and collapses into its opposite, a downward fall. Each one of us can be likened to an individual wave, a specifically patterned vibration that is enlivened and energized by the breath.
But Yogananda doesn’t just say that the breath produces individual waves, he says that it produces the consciousness of individual waves. In other words, each one of us is not just an individual vibration, but a vibrating individual consciousness. The individual consciousness, the “I” that each one of us feels so keenly to form the essence of the experience of life, appears to us in our maya-delusion to be separate and distinct from the One-ness of God. As Yogananda puts it, “the specific storm of delusion (the breath)…produces the… individual waves—the forms of men and all other material objects (maya.)” Thus, the goal of life is to get beyond the breath, beyond the wave-vibrations and beyond dualistic material forms: to break through maya to the wholeness of God. It is for this reason that maya is always referred to as “delusion” or “illusion,” or as Yogananda put it, “the ocean of our dream-world.”
In our dream-world, we always seem to be locked in conflict with each other, whereas enlightenment is a rising above conflict because it is a rising above all forms of opposites and opposition. The perfect metaphor for this human condition is to visualize the seething masses of traders frantically buying and selling stocks on the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange, and then to look up and behold a Hindu master in deep meditation, levitating in lotus position in perfect peace high above the swirling crowd. He is neither buying nor selling; neither acting nor reacting. Buying and selling are, after all, opposite acts. Electronically traded, stocks are like the electrical poles of negative and positive.
But is the “ocean” of our world really a dream or is it physical reality? The answer is that it is both at once. I know if I bang hard on a heavy boulder with my fist, I will feel its solid resistance. I know it is real and I know the reality of my own body by the reverberating response echoing in my nerve-endings from the impact of my blow. But if I were to hit my head hard enough against that same rock, the impact would kill me, and in the immediate trauma of my death, the illusory properties of the physical world would shatter completely, as my soul separated itself from my broken, cast-off body, observing the “death” scene from above. Yogananda calls maya “the ocean of our dream world” because we dream so deeply in our physical state—we are so thoroughly convinced of our individual identities separate from God—that it is as if we are swimming in the deepest and widest of oceans. Only the practice of yoga meditation can bring us out of this ocean of dreaming.