Verily, birds are able to fly with their two wings; even so both work n knowledge together lead to th supreme goal of liberation.
He is qualified to study this scripture, who feels 'I am bound, I should be liberated', who is neither totally ignorant nor emlightened.
This world appearance is a confusion, even as th blueness of th sky is an optical illusion. I think it is better not to let th mind dwell on it, but to ignore it.
What do people call happiness n can it be had in this ever-changing objects of this world? All beings in this world take birth but to die, n they die to be born.
Only he lives who strives to gain self-knowledge, wch alone is worth gaining in this world, thereby putting an end to future births; others exist here like donkeys.
To the unwise, knowledge of scriptures is a burden; to one who is full of desires, even wisdom is a burden; to one who is restless, his own mind is a burden; and to one who has no self-knowledge, th body (th life span) is a burden.
The way a person responds to the different stimuli he is exposed to, largely determines his growth. So this means, that the quality of stimuli, their diversity and intensity, definitely matter a lot. For example, when you are playing badminton against a tough opponent, there are better chances of improvement in the quality of your game as compared to playing against a weak opponent.
Today while sitting in Radha Kunj and blankly gazing at the lake, its waters shimmering with the scattered reflection of the sun, as I was feeling the breeze caress my cheeks and hair, my mind went into a subtle ecstasy.
The pandits were chanting and performing the Sudarshan Homa, sitting around the HavanKund, just overseeing the lake. People who were lucky enough to have reached there, had taken their best positions, were eagerly waiting for the Master's arrival, very few were in the present moment, the mind instead of being offered in the agni, was busy calculating the best way to capture the Master's glimpse, either in the lens of the eye or that of the camera.
Serenity, devotion, longing and anticipation were mixing their soothing colors on the sometimes caught up and sometimes expanded canvas of the mind.
From time to time I was becoming a witness to these beautifulhappenings and feeling lucky and blessed to be there. I felt so fortunate, that I was, by the grace of my Guru, being subjected to such highly evolved and culturally refined stimuli, impreganted with divinity manifest in the Purush and Prakriti both.
They have no idea what hit them on Sunday evening 26th August, the last day of the Divya Samaj Nirman course of the Art of Living at Amravati, in the Vidarbha region of Maharashtra. Well, I know it was purely the Master's stroke of grace, but am still wondering in amazement about what I witnessed. Minute by minute, they were opening up, petal by petal, layer by layer. My one pointed focus was to offer the best to them and I offered myself fully into my sankalpa and my sankalpa was offered to my Guru and while totally immersed in the action, in the role that I was playing, I was also a 'Sakshi' to the phenomenon of the Guru's Grace taking over not only the hearts, minds, intellects and souls of all of them, but also the whole atmosphere.
How does this work? May be, Kena Upanishad can answer this question or Yoga Vasistha.
The grace did the job of a catalyst, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of an amplifier, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of a carrier, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of a elevator, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of an energy booster, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of a celebration installer, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
The grace did the job of a peace inducer, and I was simply an instrument and a witness.
As I walked by the Ganga kutir, on my way to Yagyashala for satsang I came to know that Guruji is not in the ashram and will come late to the satsang. Like a over-ripe fruit drops from the tree my enthusiasm went down in a moment.
I met a few friends on the way and they wanted share something with me but I was just not interested. I dragged myself towards the Yagyashala. When I reached Guruji's car arrived and the rocket we light in Diwali in bottles, which goes up when ignited, my enthusiasm shot up in a moment, the smile expanded and I felt so energized and happy.
Was this prana going down first and then up or was it just an emotion or a past pattern or something else?