Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi
Here in Ramana's words are his story
It was about six weeks before I left Madura for
good that the great change in my life took place. It was quite sudden. I was sitting alone
in a room on the first floor of my uncle's house. I seldom had any sickness, and on that
day there was nothing wrong with my health, but a sudden violent fear of death overtook
me. There was nothing in my state of health to account for it, and I did not try to
account for it or to find out whether there was any reason for the fear. I just felt 'I am
going to die' and began thinking what to do about it. It did not occur to me to consult a
doctor or my elders or friends; I felt that I had to solve the problem myself, there and
then. The shock of the fear of death drove my mind inwards and I said to myself mentally,
without actually framing the words:
Now death has come; what does it mean? What is it that is dying? This body dies.' And I at
once dramatized the occurrence of death. I lay with my limbs stretched out stiff as though
rigor mortis had set in and imitated a corpse so as to give greater reality to the
enquiry. I held my breath and kept my lips tightly closed so that no sound could escape,
so that neither the word 'I' nor any other word could be uttered. 'Well then,' I said to
myself, 'this body is dead. It will be carried stiff to the burning ground and there burnt
and reduced to ashes. But with the death of this body am I dead? Is the body I? It is
silent and inert but I feel the full force of my personality and even the voice of the `I'
within me, apart from it. So I am Spirit transcending the body. The body dies but the
Spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death. That means I am the deathless
spirit.
All this was not dull thought. It flashed through me vividly as living truth which I
perceived directly, almost without thought-process. 'I' was something very real, the only
real thing about my present state, and all the conscious activity connected with my body
was centered on that 'I'. From that moment onwards the 'I' or Self focused attention on
itself by a powerful fascination. Fear of death had vanished once and for all. Absorption
in the Self continued unbroken from that time on. Other thoughts might come and go like
the various notes of music, but the 'I' continued like the fundamental sruti note that
underlies and blends with all the other notes. Whether the body was engaged in talking,
reading, or anything else, I was still centered on 'I'. Previous to that crisis I had no
clear perception of my Self and was not consciously attracted to it. I felt no perceptible
or direct interest in it, much less any inclination to dwell permanently in it.