Tripura Sundari Mystery: Turiya

Knowing the Divine Mother, Pure Consciousness itself

Everything reflects on the shiny surface of Pure Consciousness. In other words all that we know is happening within the Pure Consciousness, and is known through that.

Tripura Mystery | Turiya

Tripura’s Mystery • Turiya

During my spiritual journey, one fine morning I found myself seated inside a globe made of mirrors—an entire world rounded in rose. The chamber glowed the soft pink of dawn pressed into glass, and every facet looked back at me with scenes I knew by heart: childhood gestures, forgotten people, roads taken and the ones declined, the webs I had woven to bind or save, different lifetimes. It felt as though the whole of existence had been poured onto the shining surface of consciousness, reflecting not from outside but from within. Yet nothing was reflecting onto me; it was reflecting from me, as if the whole cosmos were a reflection of Consciousness.

In that stillness I recognized the globe itself: the radiant field/Shakti sages name Tripura Sundari—the Divine Mother of Pure Consciousness. Tripura’s Mystery-Turiya was unfolding. Was I in her? How can I be outside her? If everything that "happened or happens or will happen" is in her, then all that I was, I am or I will be in her too.

She is not an object to be seen; She is the seeing in which all objects arise. On Her shiny, polished reflective surface everything appears: what I have been and might become, what never was and yet can be imagined, every gleam of possibility and memory. I had never loved the colour pink so much; that morning it became the most beautiful hue—Her gentle signature, her love in perception. Gold warmth rimmed everything: Her power (Shakti) breathing through form.

Yet, I was beyond it. Beyond all that could ever be Known. This was the state of Turiya, the 4th state, the beyond.

I found myself beyond all that could be known. This was Turiya, the Fourth—not a fourth state added on, but the open sky in which waking, dream, and sleep float and dissolve. Here, the restless “I who experiences” fell quiet. I realised I was living as a "Knower", who wanted to know existential Truth, not knowing was pain, was suffering. What stood forth was the Knower—not a person who knows, but knowing itself. Timeless, centerless knowing performing only the function of illumining. It knew the difference between Reality and the play of duality—between what is and the myths we must pass through to meet it. It knew what was happening, what lessons remained, how to move and how to be still & silent.

“She is the Knower, the Knowing, and the Known—playing as three while remaining One.” — Śrīvidyā

In Turiya, everything happens in Pure Consciousness and is known through it. The mirrors made it simple: there is nowhere outside the Tripura Sundari Mother for anything to occur. She reflects all that is, all that there could be, she is "happening & knowing" at once.

The Boon and the Burden

Afterwards, I realised all the while I kept knowing and thinking this happened in this lifetime, and that happened in that lifetime, actually nothing ever happened to me. I was in tears for few days realising- I am not the doer, not the experiencer, not the knower. I am here, pure consciousness, untouched by any happening, nothing could ever happen to me!

Likewise, nothing ever happens to the Real You!

With that recognition, life changed in a way both graceful and difficult. A strange “boon-curse” arrived. Speaking with people, I could see through the fabric of their personas—their protections, hopes, and secret griefs, their lifetimes—as if their inner rooms, their existence were made of the same pink glass of pure consciousness. Yet my words landed like rain on stone; their ears were tuned to the mind’s narration, not to the Silent Knower. I fumbled, sounded odd, sometimes foolish, because I was trying to explain a clear sky to someone fascinated by clouds.

Eventually I withdrew into Silence!

Surrender

I discovered that both experiencing and knowing can go on without end. The Mother’s play is inexhaustible. Infinity does not run out of costumes, scenes, happenings, knowings.

At some point a practical wisdom arose. When you enter a clothing store with a clear goal, you do not try on every garment. Likewise, if liberation/moksha is the aim, there is no virtue in tasting every experience or accumulating every possible insight. Endless exploration, no matter how luminous, can distract from freedom.

So the Knower in me fell on knees, surrendered.

Not due to laziness for more exploration, but due to para-vairagya (ultimate dispassion) because there was nothing left to prove, create, or perform.

Then a prayer rose—simple and reckless. I looked into the open sky and said, “I am ready.” Ready for what, I could not "know". In truth I was asking for annihilation—the last veil. And the Knower, which had carried me with such kindness, ceased its effort to know. From all knowing, I was ready to Jump into Unknown, to be non-existent. It was time to flip the side, turn-off the seeing/knowing through the Pure Consciousness, let go of the pure-consciousness itself, towards that from where the even the pure-consciousness manifests.

It was the Mother alone: the pink globe without edges, mirrors without a seer, silence that is not absence but perfect fullness. Enough of seeing me, knowing me, a decision to "never again" see or know me. I chose to let her go! It was very hard, my heart shattered in thousand pieces, I was in tears! Like a child leaving the mother.

You would wish she could ever be personified, but if she could be, then she would be all Pink!

Since then, I took more softly to the life around me. When someone asks for guidance, I listen for the sound of their own Knower, the pure consciousness already pulsing beneath their mind’s noise. I trust their ripening. I use Silence to convey and wait for it to be received. I trust the lessons the Mother arranges.

In the seekers I meet, I keep tracing a gentle line: enough experience, enough inquiry—return to the simple saṅkalpa of freedom now.

Living with the Mother

• Notice the Experiencer when it hungers for “next.” Let it rest.

• Turn toward the Knower—the quiet lucidity that needs no proof. It is not yours; it is what you are.

• When the mirrors of life flash their endless images, remember they shine on the surface of Maa Tripura Sundari. Let what needs to appear appear, but don’t chase reflections.

• When the heart is ready, whisper your own “I am ready.” The answer does not arrive from the sky; it unfolds as the sky you already are.

The Mother abides—pink and tender—holding every world we invent and every world we release. In Her light, the Fourth is not somewhere else. It is the softness in which you read these words, the hush between your breaths, the knowing that knows you now.

Jai Maa Tripura Sundari

~ Prakriti