SRI NISARGADATTA MAHARAJ

My mind is not here, my life is not here. Your world of desires and their fulfillment, of fears and their escapes, is definitely not my world. I do not even perceive it. What do you know of me, when even my talk with you is in your world only? When you shall begin to question your dream, awakening will not be far away. In my world nothing happens. Your world is transient, changeful; my world is perfect, changeless. The talk is in your world. In mine-there is eternal silence.

Your mistake lies in the belief that you were born. You were never born nor will you ever die. In reality nothing ever happens, the only thing that can help is to wake up from the dream.

The main point to grasp is that you have projected unto yourself a world of your own imagination, based on memories, desires and fears, and that you have imprisoned yourself in it.

Break the spell and be free. You cannot be rid of problems without abandoning illusions. The real does not die, the unreal never lived.

You are neither a body nor in the body - there is no such thing as body. You have grievously misunderstood yourself; to understand rightly- investigate!

My heart wants you to awake. I see you suffer in your dream and I know that you must wake up to end your woes. When you see your dream as dream, you wake up. But in your dream itself I am not interested. Enough for me to know that you must wake up.

Without imagination there is no world. The moment you allow your imagination to spin, it at once spins out a universe. It is not at all as you imagine, and I am not bound by your imaginings. The intelligence and power are all used up in your imagination. It has absorbed you so completely that you just cannot grasp how far from reality you have wandered. Engrossed in a dream you have forgotten your True Self.

Nothing dies. The body is just imagined. There is no such thing. I am trying to wake you up, whatever your dream.

The world cannot give what it does not have; unreal to the core, it is of no use for real happiness. It cannot be otherwise. We seek the real because we are unhappy with the unreal.

Happiness is our real nature and we shall never rest until we find it. Only what is compatible with your real being can make you happy; and the world as you perceive it, is it's outright denial. Do understand that what you think to be the world is your own mind.

Animals are Spiritual Beings

 

Song of Myself, 32

Walt Whitman - 1819-1892

I think I could turn and live with animals, 

they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark 

and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick 

discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, 

not one is demented with 

the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, 

nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable 

or unhappy over the whole earth.

So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
They bring me tokens of myself, 

they evince them plainly in their possession.

I wonder where they get those tokens,
Did I pass that way huge times ago 

and negligently drop them?
Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
Gathering and showing more always 

and with velocity,
Infinite and omnigenous, 

and the like of these among them,
Not too exclusive toward 

the reachers of my remembrancers,
Picking out here one that I love, 

and now go with him on brotherly terms.

A gigantic beauty of a stallion, 

fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, 

wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, 

tail dusting the ground,
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, 

ears finely cut, flexibly moving.

His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him,
His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure 

as we race around and return.

I but use you a minute, 

then I resign you, stallion,
Why do I need your paces 

when I myself out-gallop them?
Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.

(This poem is in the Public Domain) 

Blue Dog by Hirth Martinez

Serve Your Highest Nature

Angels are joyous because angels consciously serve God with awareness. Or you could say that angels continuously serve Truth, which is another name for God. Angels serve God with complete abandon, joyously, in the present moment, with no attachment to the outcome of their actions. Angels do not try to be what they are not. Angels do not try to take over someone else’s duty. Angels perform only their own duty. This allows angels to be completely focused, present, and aware. Isn’t this what spirituality is really about—being focused, present, and aware?

photo by Lilly Summer

I AM

I am enough. I have enough. There is enough. 

 

 

Photo from Lilly Summer

 

 

 

 

Blind Belief

Again I remind you, do not take my word for anything. Find out for yourself what is true. Your school is not here to try to make you believe anything--but to find out for yourself what is true for you. You are here to give up blind belief. You are here to become your own best friend, your own best teacher, the final authority on what is true for you.

A’ziem, the dearest Companion of our classmate, Johanna, passed over last night to the other side, where angels and beings of light greeted him, as they always do. He will be missed, but the sparkle in his eye, the warmth of his love, remain…within the hearts of those who knew and loved him. Fare thee well, dear A’ziem.

It’s Plain that to Complain = Pain

Do you realize how exhausting it is to Complain?

To you, as well as the person to whom you are

complaining.

COMPLAINING: Is pain. Never has solutions.

Perpetuates problems. Fuels ego to continue

its false existence.

Next time you complain, or listen to someone

complain, notice what it does to you. Notice

what happens in your body. In your head.

Notice the pain it causes. Complaining is not

an attempt to understand or heal. It is mechanical,

pointless, and fruitless.

All you can share is your own state of being.

Be aware of what you are sharing, what you are

putting out into the world. Endless complaining is

a burden.

Paining Complaining:

1. You call someone on the phone or sit down

for coffee, and whine and complain about your life,

with no compassion for the other person. That

person doesn’t exist for you. A complaining,

paining ego has room only for itself.

2. You walk around with a complaining, paining

mind, with no compassion for your own sweet

soul that longs to grow, to be nurtured with Truth

and Love, which are synonymous.

P.S. if you do complain, do so with great

enthusiasm and awareness. Let it blow through you

like a wind, leaving nothing behind, no residue, no

anger, no bitterness, no sense of being a victim.

Watch yourself complain and let it reveal yourself to yourself.