Eventually most souls get to a place in
life where there s a need for
synchronizing the irreconcilable. There are and always will be mysteries (Anata- that which is beyond name and form, beyond thinking) Where matter exists, change is constant, and there is
only lasting resolution in that w hich is unchangeable. This eternal irresolvable incongruity (where there is no time there is
no change) is the pheromonal predicament of perpetual change.
As Arjuna said to Krishna: "The mind is restless, turbulent, powerful and obstinate. I deem it as difficult to control as the wind."
*“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience."― José Micard Teixeira
Maya is the false perception and illusion that matter is not changeless and is not subject to corruption, decay and transmogrification. Christ having such knowledge said: *"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal." Matthew 6:19
*Reality is an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
Thank God for the mute button.
“Tree, Oh tree, why won't you speak to me?"
Because, you speak enough for three.
*The mind can be likened to a trap for consciousness, a labyrinth, or a prison. It is not that you are in prison, you are the prison. The prison is an illusion. If you are identified with an illusory self, then you are asleep. Once you are aware of the prison, and you fight to get out of the illusion then you are treating the illusion as if it is real then you remain asleep. The dream becomes a nightmare. You’ll be chasing and running from shadows forever. Samadhi is the awakening from the dream of the separate self or the ego construct. Samadhi is the awakening from the prison called me. You can never actually be free because wherever you go your prison is there. Awakening is not about getting rid of the mind or the matrix. On the contrary when you are not identified with it then you can experience the play of life more fully, enjoying the show as it is without cravings or fear. The divine game of lila, the game of playing in duality. Dancing with Shiva. Human consciousness is a continuum, on one extreme, humans identify with material self, on the other extreme is samadhi, the cessation itself. Every step we take on the continuum toward samadhi, brings less suffering. Less suffering does not mean life is free from pain. Samadhi is beyond the duality of pain and pleasure. It means there is less mind and less self creating resistance to whatever is to unfold. Non resistance is what creates suffering.
- Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.* from Cloud Atlas
Somewhere your own next incarnation exists and is waiting to be happily dissolved by your actions and efforts in this timeline.
Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. *Bhagavad-gītā 2.12
Hermes Trismegistos is made to say: “To speak of God is impossible. For corporeal cannot express the incorporeal . . . That which has not any body nor appearance, nor form, nor matter, cannot be apprehended by sense. I understand, Tatios, I understand, that which it is impossible to define—that is God”. (SD I, p. 286)
Grandfather: The one that I feed.*
The human brain is a kludge of different operating systems: the ancient reptilian brain (motor functions, fight-or-flight instincts), the limbic or mammalian brain (emotions) and the more recently evolved neocortex (rationality). Religion irritates the rational brain because it trades in magical thinking and no proof, but it nourishes the emotional brain because it calms fears, answers to yearnings and strengthens feelings of loyalty. Stephen T. Asma© NYT
Do not confuse verbal dexterity for moral superiority.
Neurosis is an inner cleavage — the state of being at war with oneself. Everything that accentuates this cleavage makes the patient worse, and everything that mitigates it tends to heal him. What drives people to war with themselves is the suspicion or the knowledge that they consist of two persons in opposition to one another. The conflict may be between the sensual and the spiritual man, or between the ego and the shadow. It is what Faust means when he says: “Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast apart.” A neurosis is a splitting of personality.
Hell is a state in which your whole life is concentrated on your perceived agony.
Poets make lousy friends because eventually they’ll skewer you with their poison pen; their insulting writ of relentless invective and opprobrious apoplectic venom. The naked foist of un-allayed aggression as art-form whereby the vitriol of familiarity slices like a knife. The very nature of chumminess turns adversarial. A quirk, an idiosyncrasy, a malevolent adherence so committed to unmitigated truth that it is as a fist to the face, a shocking starkness of incivility justified by a requisite expedience hastened by the anxious need to blow you off forthwith. A lunatic is entitled to his artistic temperament .
“The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change -” Heraclitus
The Master Game
world, whereby only 'facts' have validity and the separation from the spirit world creates another chasm.
"When you find someone who is industrious, studious, compassionate, loved by friends, and neighbors, tolerant in religious views, and who can point out to you the magnificence and efficacy of God in the simplest of things, you have found a mystic." "With these qualities, whether one is attired in sacerdotal robe or in the overalls of a mechanic, one is none the less a mystic." ~ Ralph M. Lewis
A Movie Review
For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying.
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