TOOL-KIT IN CONSCIOUSNESS, EVOLUTIONARY WORKSHOP
God, in-dwells, in the smallest imaginable details. Train an electron microscope on a Tradescantia, a commonn enough house-plant, known commonly as wandering Jew, and it faithfully reflects our own image back through the 1000's of tiny lens-eye's that "watch" through through surface of each leaf-blade.
Then, gradually bit-by-bit it dawns, nothing "happens" outside. It's our fourth-dimensional response "eye", "inside." Each must select their own spot source for, insight. It's like a mega-mall you enter. You, must know what you wish to pick off the shelf. Look where you will. There are countless super-fertile spots awaiting re-discovery.
Why does the complex, fascinate us?Try not to allow the ever-present paradox to throw you off-balance; derive deeper, wisdom, and take comfort from its's immaculate working.
Remaining centered, grounded, and on-track.This moment the earth hurtles through space at a mind-numbing, gravity-defying, super-velocity. Yet, can you sense a minutest bump? And should you be seated in the luxurious confines of a super-svelte Rolls-Royce, limousine you would, feel, though ever so slight, the odd jump. Power from the beyond flows copiously through ordinary sights and sounds.
Only, Natures Way is extra-ordinary.
And here is man, with a galaxy of systems and methods at his disposal. A multitude of centres well-versed in speaking on the transcendental, and the like. Moreover, in the midst of the stunning beauty, around, there are some who say: "Where are the answers." "I'm bored." "Or, where shall i search." This, saps you of your vital wonder-generating fluids.Somewhere in the blue beyond an eagle, wheels, with graceful mastery on an invisible thermal. Not a precious moment has it to spare on meaningless, banter.
So, when a butterfly whirrs its wings, sipping lustily nectar off a lotus on Dal Lake, it creates an instant and corresponding, ripple, at the far-flung spots of the cosmos. I once marvelled at a film where a beautiful structure was built by engineers, as a tribute to the supra-ingenuity of ants. For years they studied the hard-working ants on the ant-hill. The super-structure fashioned by the ants, i felt, was far superior, in proportion and symmetry. That an ant's thinking apparatus is infinitely smaller than a pin-point, does not boogle my mind, but re-awaken me to wonder with added, super-appreciation.
These small (re-read as momentous) diecoveries warm my heart; open Spirit's Gate, merging me with the beyond, within...Split-second timing govers our universe.An opera commensing in Rome, is timed to this centrall-orchestrated, cadense. This sentence, is also linked to THAT very, pulse. Feel, yourself as a vital key, pre-orchestrated into a timing as sacred. Cosmic conjgruence is timed to an all-knowing rhythym. Place yourself, full, in the stream of this flow to sense the transcendence. 'Know,' during all moments, that higher Presence move in all you do. During those, rare, moments you find yourself in tune with the Infinite. I sense a vaster picture, evolve.
As a drop re-melts into a rivulet, losing its limited identity, and becoming the river. Till it sheds, even that re-awakens to merge with a greater, ocean. A greater, "find" i find hard to perceive, let alone fathom.Yes, in "losing" surely arrives, silent an ultimate "gain." Cosmic wholeness.The final course you chart your compass to, will be rewards and secrets unique only to you.
Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
India
9823110144
Sunday, June 1, 2008
AUM SAINATH: SUPERNATURAL HAT-TRICK
Super-synchronicity, coincidence and the super-Natural have embraced, most intimately each area of my life. I have come to trust these near-mysterious forces with abiding faith.
Events such as these have evolved into the work i do. Put another way that i can more humbly recognize, my work, is a direct result of the force. Only, through such forces. For me, the oft-used adage 'needle-in-a-haystack' becomes redundant. Meaningless. Obsolete.
A lost 'needle' will literally "find" you. At an opportune moment the self-steering compass-needle of serendipity will bring back to you what seemed impossible.
Whatever is "yours," will "find" and wend its way to you with super-certainity. Does not a single self-aware sperm, "know" how to "mate" with THAT One ready, ova?The feeling, of this ever-revealing cosmic congruence as natural, as a bird's passage through to the ether.I share with you just three encounterss, in my life, triggered through supra-synchronicity. They, continue, to touch my life daily.
Yet, the memory of the 3 flare up jewel-bright.
Absolutely, indelible has been its influence. As every stone of a river-bed must bear total testimony to the river that flowed over it. Each of these meaningful encounters has cut an unforgettable, goove, in my mind, along a swift-flowing river that wends it's way, within my being.As a pre-cursor to the Hat-trick hows this for super-synchronicity, or what many term as mere co-incidence?
In 1977 when i was 18 all 5-feet of my large intestine were cut-off. After a gruelling 11-hour Marathon life-threatning surgery. Once again in 1992 2-feet of my small gut had to be removed.Prior to 2004 for 8-years, i was entirely engaged, night and day writing a book on Thought-Forces. It became an irrevocable vow that virtually took over my life. A superior-most, unfathomable need for writing and writing. When the 1000-page book was finally published, minus my intestinal guts the book's title self-arose, intuitively with lightening certainity: "BEYOND-GUTS." I applied for a "BEYOND-GUTS" Trade-Mark, which i received.
In the winter of 1966 when my Father was Commandant I.M.A. we were fishing for mahseer at Dhalipur. Before i knew it, to my utter consternation the expensive fishing-rod fell out my hands. Hook line and reel. Swirling currents engulfrd them forever. My Father was livid. A full month later our shikari guide Nathu, arrived, at our home.An up-to-something smile playing upon his face. In his hands was the prized cream-and-maroon Shakespeare rod.
Nathu said he came upon it, miles down-stream washed ashore upon a sand-bank. We spent a better part of a week playing around in our mind;s the permutations, sequences that led to it's miraculous, re-recovery.That, Nathu happened to be along that one stretch of the river was just One. That his eye saw it, another. Beyond rational comphrension. Yet, the universe is most adept at re-uniting what belongs to each of us. Once again, in 1970 while driving with my parents towards Raniknet. At Almora, my health took a turn for the worse. It did no take any ESP to know She was engaged in fervent prayer. The one, and only wish in Her mind, was if my Delhi Dr. Prof. Tandon was there. Delhi's AIIMS Hospital was many 100-km's away.
Even as my Father turned the Ambassador car, along a swerving hair-pin bend, right before us was an AIIMS Ambulance. Inside was a beaming Prof B.N. Tandon. Her "wish-you-were-here" prayer had been heard.
I might add, at Delhi even with a prior appointment, it was not easy to meet the busy Professor.
The third encounter to my mind was the most significent. The year was 1979 and i was a student at St.Stephen's College. My Father one ordinary day, summoned me to His side.Gauging from his expression and the timbre of his tone it was bound to be a matter of grave import. Little, did my mind fathom then that extra-odrinary events were to ensue. The room resonated with a vibration. An energy-filed as when a prayer-bell is truck. A sacred 'ringing,' permeated the room. Then he said: "Its, time you wore my ring." The blood from my heart travelled through my brain, as though asecret valve had opened. It was a sacred, ancestral, ring of my Grand Father Tehmurasp. More than just a ring, it continues to hold a place in our hearts' beyond any family heirloom. He burnt yet another thought, like a great Seal waxed as a permanent imprint upon my young, and impressionable brain:"The ring is a symbol and link with our ancestors. The vibrations encoded, within, will guide, and protect you whenever you call upon them." Before i could even utter my profound gratitude he clasped in an embrace.The next moment i found myself in the far-spreading Deer Park. It was winter in Delhi and darkness fell abruptly. Silent and swift. I roamed its vast precincts with child-like abandon. Even as i was ringing my door-bell, i looked terror-stricken at my middle-finger.
The ring had gone. Vanished. It lay silent, mute, somewhere in the cavernous brooding confines of the park.I summoned up my nerve and in a flash that seemed like light-years decided to blurt out to Father the shocking truth; "I lost the ring, Father." was all i could utter.
My Father's far-seeing high-minded response, stunned me yet further. With supreme Presence of mind and certainity (yaqeen) in an ice-cool tone He said: "We "Will" find it first thing in the morning."
My thumping heart regained some composure. This was not the only time that Father had displayed His immense kindness, justice and intuition. Come dawn i leapt out of bed with a new-found energy.We entered the park, together. It spread out intimidating, like the tentacles of a never-ending octopus. At that moment a flood of sunlight spilled upon us from a break in the sky. As we combed the park, crowning a tuft of dew-slaked grass, an unmistakable glitter greeted us, simultaneously.
We could pin-point, the ring as jewel-bright rays bounced off its mirror-clear surface.More than gleam the ring winked re-assuringly at me. No profound words were excanged. His sparkling eagle-eyes said it all. The feeling in me was no less than what Columbus experienced when he chanced upon America.To this moment, as you read, the ring is an eye-witness. A re-reminder and and living testimony that the realm of supersynchronicity, supra-coincidence and the Super-Natural are forces i will always cherish. Trust. Depend on. Listen-in to.
Learn continually from. It will remain a real-life example that stands out in my mind up-to-now. Often i saw Father us it as a sealing device. The beautiful outline of its heart-shape etched clearly sharply on the envelope. More importantly, it's deeper message remains indelibly engraved as a sacred-most testimony in my brain. Wreathed and entwined into an inseperable, oneness. I clasp with reverance the blessing and guidance of my Father Jangu, and my fore-Fathers. A circle of protection and super-sonic power to this moment.
The universe is happiest co-creating many more such miracles in each of our lives. Your joy in recognizing each meaningful miracle holds the key-insight for the cosmos to beam-back many more. Especially for you.
When the so-called dead, can commune one-on-one. It taught me not to search else where, for what already lives, within...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla9823110144
Events such as these have evolved into the work i do. Put another way that i can more humbly recognize, my work, is a direct result of the force. Only, through such forces. For me, the oft-used adage 'needle-in-a-haystack' becomes redundant. Meaningless. Obsolete.
A lost 'needle' will literally "find" you. At an opportune moment the self-steering compass-needle of serendipity will bring back to you what seemed impossible.
Whatever is "yours," will "find" and wend its way to you with super-certainity. Does not a single self-aware sperm, "know" how to "mate" with THAT One ready, ova?The feeling, of this ever-revealing cosmic congruence as natural, as a bird's passage through to the ether.I share with you just three encounterss, in my life, triggered through supra-synchronicity. They, continue, to touch my life daily.
Yet, the memory of the 3 flare up jewel-bright.
Absolutely, indelible has been its influence. As every stone of a river-bed must bear total testimony to the river that flowed over it. Each of these meaningful encounters has cut an unforgettable, goove, in my mind, along a swift-flowing river that wends it's way, within my being.As a pre-cursor to the Hat-trick hows this for super-synchronicity, or what many term as mere co-incidence?
In 1977 when i was 18 all 5-feet of my large intestine were cut-off. After a gruelling 11-hour Marathon life-threatning surgery. Once again in 1992 2-feet of my small gut had to be removed.Prior to 2004 for 8-years, i was entirely engaged, night and day writing a book on Thought-Forces. It became an irrevocable vow that virtually took over my life. A superior-most, unfathomable need for writing and writing. When the 1000-page book was finally published, minus my intestinal guts the book's title self-arose, intuitively with lightening certainity: "BEYOND-GUTS." I applied for a "BEYOND-GUTS" Trade-Mark, which i received.
In the winter of 1966 when my Father was Commandant I.M.A. we were fishing for mahseer at Dhalipur. Before i knew it, to my utter consternation the expensive fishing-rod fell out my hands. Hook line and reel. Swirling currents engulfrd them forever. My Father was livid. A full month later our shikari guide Nathu, arrived, at our home.An up-to-something smile playing upon his face. In his hands was the prized cream-and-maroon Shakespeare rod.
Nathu said he came upon it, miles down-stream washed ashore upon a sand-bank. We spent a better part of a week playing around in our mind;s the permutations, sequences that led to it's miraculous, re-recovery.That, Nathu happened to be along that one stretch of the river was just One. That his eye saw it, another. Beyond rational comphrension. Yet, the universe is most adept at re-uniting what belongs to each of us. Once again, in 1970 while driving with my parents towards Raniknet. At Almora, my health took a turn for the worse. It did no take any ESP to know She was engaged in fervent prayer. The one, and only wish in Her mind, was if my Delhi Dr. Prof. Tandon was there. Delhi's AIIMS Hospital was many 100-km's away.
Even as my Father turned the Ambassador car, along a swerving hair-pin bend, right before us was an AIIMS Ambulance. Inside was a beaming Prof B.N. Tandon. Her "wish-you-were-here" prayer had been heard.
I might add, at Delhi even with a prior appointment, it was not easy to meet the busy Professor.
The third encounter to my mind was the most significent. The year was 1979 and i was a student at St.Stephen's College. My Father one ordinary day, summoned me to His side.Gauging from his expression and the timbre of his tone it was bound to be a matter of grave import. Little, did my mind fathom then that extra-odrinary events were to ensue. The room resonated with a vibration. An energy-filed as when a prayer-bell is truck. A sacred 'ringing,' permeated the room. Then he said: "Its, time you wore my ring." The blood from my heart travelled through my brain, as though asecret valve had opened. It was a sacred, ancestral, ring of my Grand Father Tehmurasp. More than just a ring, it continues to hold a place in our hearts' beyond any family heirloom. He burnt yet another thought, like a great Seal waxed as a permanent imprint upon my young, and impressionable brain:"The ring is a symbol and link with our ancestors. The vibrations encoded, within, will guide, and protect you whenever you call upon them." Before i could even utter my profound gratitude he clasped in an embrace.The next moment i found myself in the far-spreading Deer Park. It was winter in Delhi and darkness fell abruptly. Silent and swift. I roamed its vast precincts with child-like abandon. Even as i was ringing my door-bell, i looked terror-stricken at my middle-finger.
The ring had gone. Vanished. It lay silent, mute, somewhere in the cavernous brooding confines of the park.I summoned up my nerve and in a flash that seemed like light-years decided to blurt out to Father the shocking truth; "I lost the ring, Father." was all i could utter.
My Father's far-seeing high-minded response, stunned me yet further. With supreme Presence of mind and certainity (yaqeen) in an ice-cool tone He said: "We "Will" find it first thing in the morning."
My thumping heart regained some composure. This was not the only time that Father had displayed His immense kindness, justice and intuition. Come dawn i leapt out of bed with a new-found energy.We entered the park, together. It spread out intimidating, like the tentacles of a never-ending octopus. At that moment a flood of sunlight spilled upon us from a break in the sky. As we combed the park, crowning a tuft of dew-slaked grass, an unmistakable glitter greeted us, simultaneously.
We could pin-point, the ring as jewel-bright rays bounced off its mirror-clear surface.More than gleam the ring winked re-assuringly at me. No profound words were excanged. His sparkling eagle-eyes said it all. The feeling in me was no less than what Columbus experienced when he chanced upon America.To this moment, as you read, the ring is an eye-witness. A re-reminder and and living testimony that the realm of supersynchronicity, supra-coincidence and the Super-Natural are forces i will always cherish. Trust. Depend on. Listen-in to.
Learn continually from. It will remain a real-life example that stands out in my mind up-to-now. Often i saw Father us it as a sealing device. The beautiful outline of its heart-shape etched clearly sharply on the envelope. More importantly, it's deeper message remains indelibly engraved as a sacred-most testimony in my brain. Wreathed and entwined into an inseperable, oneness. I clasp with reverance the blessing and guidance of my Father Jangu, and my fore-Fathers. A circle of protection and super-sonic power to this moment.
The universe is happiest co-creating many more such miracles in each of our lives. Your joy in recognizing each meaningful miracle holds the key-insight for the cosmos to beam-back many more. Especially for you.
When the so-called dead, can commune one-on-one. It taught me not to search else where, for what already lives, within...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla9823110144
Saturday, May 31, 2008
AUM SAINATH: COMPELLING SEQUENCE IN CHAOS
One truth, i trust, over any other. We might not teach clouds to float. Eagles to self-soar. Nature needs not the slightest aid from man. We need to re-align and stream-line the self with the sanguine stream of consciousness.
To the all-revealing symmetry of the cosmos.
Chaos, like order, self-arises from a thought in mind. Keep in-tune with your ever-rising thermals that, uplift.If, you wish to self-soar, than first remember to keep every other thought out of your mind.
What, appears dis-orderly, at first, has order as well. Gaze behind the apperance of things. While observing, intimately a bee-hive i was awe-struck by the outward buzz. What seems, to an un-trained eye as a swarming, out-of-order mass, swirling helter-skelter. An indisciplined, frenzied rush. Closer, more minute observation reveals a bee-hive hums, to a superbly structured, ultra-specific, well-orchestrated harmonious path.
"Busy as a bee," or "Bee in your bonnet" is self-edident witness to their ingenious, industry. Legend has it that the pervasive, re-sounding "humm" that emanates is closest to the reverberating, re-echoing cosmic motor, the primordial sound of God.
George Gurdjieff's insight, startles and awakens instantly: "We have more strength than we think. But we never make use of it. We have all experienced that Second Wind, when everything at first seems hopeless, and then all of a sudden a new energy arrives in you. You recognize, here, that ordinary efforts do not count.Only "Super-efforts," count. And so it is in everything. Gurdjieff went on: "It is better to die making efforts than to live in sleep."
That, Herculean effort beyond you own effort, is the sacred point where the subtler confluence of SPIRIT swings wide-open all-new Gatesways, in you. Gates, that were long-forgotten, rusted. Shut-tight. It is here that the spiritual slow-revolving wheel, turns in your favour.Along the wheel of spirit your efforts, elicit, inspiration from a Higher Source. Your tiny wave-tops, begin to gather mighty momentum and grow into tumultous unstoppable ever-rising wave-crests of actualization. Natural. Spontaneous.I'm reminded of one of the greatest-ever composers. Genius, Julius Sibelius. In Finland called the uncrowned king. Once whilst speaking of the forces that shape our lives Julius said: "I have always considered life as though it was a piece of solid granite," making his forehead and luminous classical features appear like a granite-statue miraculously come alive. "You take the chisel of will-power and carve the granite. To have a design ready before you start is essential as it is to have a sharp chisel. It is within you, within the power of us all, to get both these requirements."
From my cars wind-screen I once, witnessed a flurry of leaf-blades, dry and green, blown about by a gust of wind, formulating slowly-emerging sequence, patterns. I watched, transfixed the beauty that kept emerging. They, swirled to a timing, an order, known best and ONLY to them. At first it appeared they flew hap-hazard.
Closer, inspection revealed super-synchronicity. Each leaf-tip and blade was acutely self-aware,a astonishingly attuned, with its place in the unfolding, dance.Their free-dancing, cavourting, grace-filled twirling and pirouettes, was by itself, meditative. An opera at Bolshoi ballet would not have made me sit-up more fascinated. Best of all i had a Box Seat. To a private ballet, just next-door.
Try standing beneath a tree.The slightest quiver and leaf-tips come cascading down. A gentle continous, gem-bright stream. Miracles, are all around. A new one grets us each new-born moment. For, me, this is wonder enough.Should an ant, suddenly, as it did this morning clamber over my palm, and i be able to place Her carefully, atop a begonia, then THAT is a prayer suficient to set alight my day...You , must create your own sacred cove, haven. You needn't go too far out.
Just reach, inside...
Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
To the all-revealing symmetry of the cosmos.
Chaos, like order, self-arises from a thought in mind. Keep in-tune with your ever-rising thermals that, uplift.If, you wish to self-soar, than first remember to keep every other thought out of your mind.
What, appears dis-orderly, at first, has order as well. Gaze behind the apperance of things. While observing, intimately a bee-hive i was awe-struck by the outward buzz. What seems, to an un-trained eye as a swarming, out-of-order mass, swirling helter-skelter. An indisciplined, frenzied rush. Closer, more minute observation reveals a bee-hive hums, to a superbly structured, ultra-specific, well-orchestrated harmonious path.
"Busy as a bee," or "Bee in your bonnet" is self-edident witness to their ingenious, industry. Legend has it that the pervasive, re-sounding "humm" that emanates is closest to the reverberating, re-echoing cosmic motor, the primordial sound of God.
George Gurdjieff's insight, startles and awakens instantly: "We have more strength than we think. But we never make use of it. We have all experienced that Second Wind, when everything at first seems hopeless, and then all of a sudden a new energy arrives in you. You recognize, here, that ordinary efforts do not count.Only "Super-efforts," count. And so it is in everything. Gurdjieff went on: "It is better to die making efforts than to live in sleep."
That, Herculean effort beyond you own effort, is the sacred point where the subtler confluence of SPIRIT swings wide-open all-new Gatesways, in you. Gates, that were long-forgotten, rusted. Shut-tight. It is here that the spiritual slow-revolving wheel, turns in your favour.Along the wheel of spirit your efforts, elicit, inspiration from a Higher Source. Your tiny wave-tops, begin to gather mighty momentum and grow into tumultous unstoppable ever-rising wave-crests of actualization. Natural. Spontaneous.I'm reminded of one of the greatest-ever composers. Genius, Julius Sibelius. In Finland called the uncrowned king. Once whilst speaking of the forces that shape our lives Julius said: "I have always considered life as though it was a piece of solid granite," making his forehead and luminous classical features appear like a granite-statue miraculously come alive. "You take the chisel of will-power and carve the granite. To have a design ready before you start is essential as it is to have a sharp chisel. It is within you, within the power of us all, to get both these requirements."
From my cars wind-screen I once, witnessed a flurry of leaf-blades, dry and green, blown about by a gust of wind, formulating slowly-emerging sequence, patterns. I watched, transfixed the beauty that kept emerging. They, swirled to a timing, an order, known best and ONLY to them. At first it appeared they flew hap-hazard.
Closer, inspection revealed super-synchronicity. Each leaf-tip and blade was acutely self-aware,a astonishingly attuned, with its place in the unfolding, dance.Their free-dancing, cavourting, grace-filled twirling and pirouettes, was by itself, meditative. An opera at Bolshoi ballet would not have made me sit-up more fascinated. Best of all i had a Box Seat. To a private ballet, just next-door.
Try standing beneath a tree.The slightest quiver and leaf-tips come cascading down. A gentle continous, gem-bright stream. Miracles, are all around. A new one grets us each new-born moment. For, me, this is wonder enough.Should an ant, suddenly, as it did this morning clamber over my palm, and i be able to place Her carefully, atop a begonia, then THAT is a prayer suficient to set alight my day...You , must create your own sacred cove, haven. You needn't go too far out.
Just reach, inside...
Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: UN-SHAKABLE FAITH
Imagine Alladin's Lamp is yours, and your wishes are not limited to a mere three.
An eagle, for a while, waits in an egg. Oak forests remain hidden, in a miniscule acorn-seed. Great dreams begin as a speck-like thought in your mind. Till they gather stupendous inner cosmic momentum.
We never see the breeze. Yet, sense its Presence in our every breath.
These thoughts from ther Taitteriya Arankaya inspire: "The blind man pierced the pearl; The fingerless put a thread through it; the neckless wore it; the tonguelesss praised it; and the deaf heard it."
Shelley's poem on Prometheus is relevant:"To hope till Hope creates from its own wreck the thing it contemplates." There is so much left to re-create.Any problem is merely the first premise to the solution. Detach yourself from the sharp jagged edge of what cuts. As you permit the python-like grip of problems to loosen, a new solutions, arise. Viewed, from afourth-dimensional perspective we "only" have the choice to respond, and select gem-bright solutions.
In 1914 a raging fire tore through Edison's laboratory. Machinery and priceless papers pertaining to his life-long reserch were gutted. A smouldering heap of ashes was all that remained. Hearing of the trajedy his terror-striken son Charles came searching for Edison. He found his Father cheery-faced and not one bit shaken-up. This exactly is what Edison told a trembling Charles:
"Where is your Mother, find Her, quickly, for such a sight he will never see again!"
The next moment walking amidst the half-charred debris of his hopes and dreams the 67-year inventor proclaimed:
"What benifit there is in destruction. All our mistakes have been burnt to ashes, thank God." Is it any wonder that a spirit no less than this gave humanity a series of timeless inventions?Such. is the kind of un-shakable faith in your own ability to re-create. What gone never matters. What arrives, and remains in its place matters, immeasurably. Such is the magical way in which high achievers view catastrophe. Not, for a moment is the poison of fear allowed to paralyze clear-thinking.
They, have this uncanny prowess of using crisis to attain an altogether higher plane of awareness.Once you can make crisis, actually, work for you, you become an Alchemist. You, then are in the knowing of how to de-fang any poisonous, vexing problem. To me this specific trait of transmuting peril into unspeakable super-power is one of the interpretations of genius. A mind-set that will turn water into wine. Thorns into a diamond-mine. Trouble into triumph. Terrifying life-threatning pain into extasy. A pearl is always emerging.I can never forget the stirring words of writer Joseph Conrad's Father, Apollo Korzeniowski: "I have passed through heavy and even terrible days of brooding on God's blessings. I have kept my eyes fixed on the Cross and by that means fortified my fainting soul and reeling brain... And i resume my ordinary life, alittle more broken but with breath still in me, still alive."
This, is where super-alchemy is reborn. Crisis, is not allowed to bend your spirit. How, can it unless you give it that power? Which surgeon's-scalpel is there that might cut a courage-filled thought? It is no myth. Just stark reality. Such Alchemists, dwell amongst us. Be they in high-rise skyscrapers; or in obscure far-away villages, these are the very Ones that hold the healing balm for humanity.
They possess in ample measure the subtlest gifts to regenerate our world. Generations, to come shall salute these Alchemists.With this consciousness awake your life attains a deeper purpose, provides powerful meaning and the growing resilience, to press on. To stumble at times. To sweat and to swear, yet, get on with it.
To rise with added resolve and finish with a flourish whatever you began. To endure. Give life all you have got, as you have a super-abundance of this secret force.To pay the price in seeing yur dreams through. It is not a force to scatter on anything short of what's entirely magnificent. Would you cast your precious gems, on the road-side?
Neil Armstrong when he was a boy said: "Ever since i was twelve, I dreamt I would do something important in aviation..."
This is your chance to let-go and dream at the highest-ever altitude. To brainstorm at out the wildest possibilities and, in so doing re-discover something that will propel your life to the next level.If after having ingested this you take action you will be rewarded with a compelling multi-dimensional vision. Pulling you like a magnet past toughest times...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
An eagle, for a while, waits in an egg. Oak forests remain hidden, in a miniscule acorn-seed. Great dreams begin as a speck-like thought in your mind. Till they gather stupendous inner cosmic momentum.
We never see the breeze. Yet, sense its Presence in our every breath.
These thoughts from ther Taitteriya Arankaya inspire: "The blind man pierced the pearl; The fingerless put a thread through it; the neckless wore it; the tonguelesss praised it; and the deaf heard it."
Shelley's poem on Prometheus is relevant:"To hope till Hope creates from its own wreck the thing it contemplates." There is so much left to re-create.Any problem is merely the first premise to the solution. Detach yourself from the sharp jagged edge of what cuts. As you permit the python-like grip of problems to loosen, a new solutions, arise. Viewed, from afourth-dimensional perspective we "only" have the choice to respond, and select gem-bright solutions.
In 1914 a raging fire tore through Edison's laboratory. Machinery and priceless papers pertaining to his life-long reserch were gutted. A smouldering heap of ashes was all that remained. Hearing of the trajedy his terror-striken son Charles came searching for Edison. He found his Father cheery-faced and not one bit shaken-up. This exactly is what Edison told a trembling Charles:
"Where is your Mother, find Her, quickly, for such a sight he will never see again!"
The next moment walking amidst the half-charred debris of his hopes and dreams the 67-year inventor proclaimed:
"What benifit there is in destruction. All our mistakes have been burnt to ashes, thank God." Is it any wonder that a spirit no less than this gave humanity a series of timeless inventions?Such. is the kind of un-shakable faith in your own ability to re-create. What gone never matters. What arrives, and remains in its place matters, immeasurably. Such is the magical way in which high achievers view catastrophe. Not, for a moment is the poison of fear allowed to paralyze clear-thinking.
They, have this uncanny prowess of using crisis to attain an altogether higher plane of awareness.Once you can make crisis, actually, work for you, you become an Alchemist. You, then are in the knowing of how to de-fang any poisonous, vexing problem. To me this specific trait of transmuting peril into unspeakable super-power is one of the interpretations of genius. A mind-set that will turn water into wine. Thorns into a diamond-mine. Trouble into triumph. Terrifying life-threatning pain into extasy. A pearl is always emerging.I can never forget the stirring words of writer Joseph Conrad's Father, Apollo Korzeniowski: "I have passed through heavy and even terrible days of brooding on God's blessings. I have kept my eyes fixed on the Cross and by that means fortified my fainting soul and reeling brain... And i resume my ordinary life, alittle more broken but with breath still in me, still alive."
This, is where super-alchemy is reborn. Crisis, is not allowed to bend your spirit. How, can it unless you give it that power? Which surgeon's-scalpel is there that might cut a courage-filled thought? It is no myth. Just stark reality. Such Alchemists, dwell amongst us. Be they in high-rise skyscrapers; or in obscure far-away villages, these are the very Ones that hold the healing balm for humanity.
They possess in ample measure the subtlest gifts to regenerate our world. Generations, to come shall salute these Alchemists.With this consciousness awake your life attains a deeper purpose, provides powerful meaning and the growing resilience, to press on. To stumble at times. To sweat and to swear, yet, get on with it.
To rise with added resolve and finish with a flourish whatever you began. To endure. Give life all you have got, as you have a super-abundance of this secret force.To pay the price in seeing yur dreams through. It is not a force to scatter on anything short of what's entirely magnificent. Would you cast your precious gems, on the road-side?
Neil Armstrong when he was a boy said: "Ever since i was twelve, I dreamt I would do something important in aviation..."
This is your chance to let-go and dream at the highest-ever altitude. To brainstorm at out the wildest possibilities and, in so doing re-discover something that will propel your life to the next level.If after having ingested this you take action you will be rewarded with a compelling multi-dimensional vision. Pulling you like a magnet past toughest times...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Friday, May 30, 2008
AUM SAINATH: DIAMOND-SHARP ONE- POINTEDNESS
Coming home to your arrow-point is a stellar trait bringing desire to fruition. Has each of us not come upon a story, a saying, or an insight, that you "felt" and "connected" to with intense urgency?
Then, remember to to trust intuition with all you have. Intuition, is the real you.
Under a strong and well-advanced will, thought travels in a "direct" line upon which it is unswervingly, concentrated. The MORE intense this form of concentration, the swifter and more direct the journey of that thought-ray. Like an archers arrow flying true to its mark. Such astounding accuracy must you expect at all times from your, thought
During such concentration and one-pointed-ness, consciousness is held to a single image-target. Your entire attention is "FIXED" on an inward-arising focal key-point. Without, wavering, or swerving. Such gazing is called a "Tratak." The sharper your thought, within, the clearer you make your point. Keep the cross-hair's of your needle-point, centered on what is natural to you. Thereby your thought and action attain a complete roundness. The deeper, down, your point the more far-carrying its influence. The greater its all-year-round benificial, impact.The term have you made your point speaks of unimaginable, power.
The point of the matter: Super-clarity of thought flows from a clear-cut mind. One rid of unwanted, unnecessary, clutter. Extraneous static. Clutter, collects, through vascillation. Procasternation. Delay.
Endless indecision is party to an nfocussed mind. Once inwardly focussed, you zoom-in sharp to the mighty self-birthing supra-point of the cosmos. A clear mind like an azure sky reflects the illimitable horizon-dwelling super-clarity.The best part, others simultaneously sense the "blue" instantly.There is One Law. Applicable to all.
There is a method, a Way to all life. You carry collosal powers wherever you go. To be unconscious of this truth is an abstacle worthy of overcoming, instantly.Your eagerness to tap-in, here, rests entirely with you.Keep a steady vigil. Mainatain a steady watch-ful-ness to the Nature of your thoughts. Exercise a constant, pre-selection. Repel, what doesen't work. Start, to magnetize what does.
You generate this inward, selection, of "attraction," and "repulsion." Most important be aware of NOT attracting what must inherently be repelled. Your mind attracts thoughts congrous with its core beliefs. Harmonious and rhythimal vibrations repel the inharmonoius ones. They bounce off the surface mind as a stone striking a fast-revolving automobile wheel does.Prior to sending a thought strive for that "right feeling" inside.
That, is how Zen Archers, strike a bull's-eye, everytime when blind-folded. The bull, revolves, looms large inside.
Training the mind, is immeasurably helped forward by coming in "touch", with those more highly evolved than we are. A thinker stronger than we are , can powerfully, aid us. For, they "transmit" vibrations of a higher, more subtle, order.When you are near a strong thinker, those magnetic vibrations play on our mental bodies and set up corresponding vibes, so that we resonate, in-synch with them. Herein, lies the wisdom in of associating with those more advanced than us.
We profit by their contact and groww under their stimulating, compelling, influence. It is through this Presence of gift-vibrations, that a Spiritual Master exerts far-reaching subtler, influence. The energy, permeates deep into ones being.
A hidden spiritual transfer without so much as a syllable. A piece of iron lying on the ground does not assume heat-vibrations on its own; once placed near a fire it automatically draws, re-absorbs heat.Harry Houdini trained his child to stay alert with full concentration in this way.
When passing-by a shop-front in London, in such a manner, that he could instantly magnetically imprint the entire contents of the shop he had passed, without even stopping. Having, thrown over it a concentrated, glance...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Then, remember to to trust intuition with all you have. Intuition, is the real you.
Under a strong and well-advanced will, thought travels in a "direct" line upon which it is unswervingly, concentrated. The MORE intense this form of concentration, the swifter and more direct the journey of that thought-ray. Like an archers arrow flying true to its mark. Such astounding accuracy must you expect at all times from your, thought
During such concentration and one-pointed-ness, consciousness is held to a single image-target. Your entire attention is "FIXED" on an inward-arising focal key-point. Without, wavering, or swerving. Such gazing is called a "Tratak." The sharper your thought, within, the clearer you make your point. Keep the cross-hair's of your needle-point, centered on what is natural to you. Thereby your thought and action attain a complete roundness. The deeper, down, your point the more far-carrying its influence. The greater its all-year-round benificial, impact.The term have you made your point speaks of unimaginable, power.
The point of the matter: Super-clarity of thought flows from a clear-cut mind. One rid of unwanted, unnecessary, clutter. Extraneous static. Clutter, collects, through vascillation. Procasternation. Delay.
Endless indecision is party to an nfocussed mind. Once inwardly focussed, you zoom-in sharp to the mighty self-birthing supra-point of the cosmos. A clear mind like an azure sky reflects the illimitable horizon-dwelling super-clarity.The best part, others simultaneously sense the "blue" instantly.There is One Law. Applicable to all.
There is a method, a Way to all life. You carry collosal powers wherever you go. To be unconscious of this truth is an abstacle worthy of overcoming, instantly.Your eagerness to tap-in, here, rests entirely with you.Keep a steady vigil. Mainatain a steady watch-ful-ness to the Nature of your thoughts. Exercise a constant, pre-selection. Repel, what doesen't work. Start, to magnetize what does.
You generate this inward, selection, of "attraction," and "repulsion." Most important be aware of NOT attracting what must inherently be repelled. Your mind attracts thoughts congrous with its core beliefs. Harmonious and rhythimal vibrations repel the inharmonoius ones. They bounce off the surface mind as a stone striking a fast-revolving automobile wheel does.Prior to sending a thought strive for that "right feeling" inside.
That, is how Zen Archers, strike a bull's-eye, everytime when blind-folded. The bull, revolves, looms large inside.
Training the mind, is immeasurably helped forward by coming in "touch", with those more highly evolved than we are. A thinker stronger than we are , can powerfully, aid us. For, they "transmit" vibrations of a higher, more subtle, order.When you are near a strong thinker, those magnetic vibrations play on our mental bodies and set up corresponding vibes, so that we resonate, in-synch with them. Herein, lies the wisdom in of associating with those more advanced than us.
We profit by their contact and groww under their stimulating, compelling, influence. It is through this Presence of gift-vibrations, that a Spiritual Master exerts far-reaching subtler, influence. The energy, permeates deep into ones being.
A hidden spiritual transfer without so much as a syllable. A piece of iron lying on the ground does not assume heat-vibrations on its own; once placed near a fire it automatically draws, re-absorbs heat.Harry Houdini trained his child to stay alert with full concentration in this way.
When passing-by a shop-front in London, in such a manner, that he could instantly magnetically imprint the entire contents of the shop he had passed, without even stopping. Having, thrown over it a concentrated, glance...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: SIMPLE MOMENTS, POWER-FILLED MESSENGERS
When you have passed a single, ordinary, day beautifully. Done what you believe in. Done it regardless of what you heard or were told. Did, it ONLY, because you trusted, and knew it to be true to you.
That, is the day an all-clear soul-full voice speaks. Communes with you. One-on-one. You need not woner afar in search of this stellar voice. Become, still and so inwardly ready, that it is invoked to alight with delight, inside.
Such an arch-angel flies through you, often during your day. Slow down. Relax. Recognize, this voice the next time. And it might well be your most meaningfully-loaded, moment. My most profound insight is from a paradoxical source. Unpublished by man, however all-pervasive. "Life itself" is our greatest teacher. Nature remains a cherished inner tutor. Your "mind's-eye" and memory for everyday high-detail and the intimacies of experience combine to become your masterpiece. An enriching ever-evolving source of constant, encouragement.
In acordance with this cardinal truth, saint Francois de Sales' remains a spiritual light-house to many. In an exceedingly dignified and keen-spirited manner he treated even the most insignificent person who approached him. Happily, entering into rapt conversation, speaking and listening-in with Godness to all. To those that asked why he wasted his precious time, his answer startles: "It is God's will. It is what He requires of me, what more need I ask? While I'm doing this, i'm not required to do anything else. God's Holy Will is the center from which all we do must radiate. All else is mere weariness and excitement." So each of your so-called chance encounters with an oedinary-looking bus-conducter, or train co-passenger can be eye-opening. By careful and sensitive universal obedience to everyone, ultimately, in time we become, "all things to all men." For me, sharing a tete-a-tete with a mechanic back-of-nowhere proved, unforgettable. Or, sharing a fist-full of honey-flavoured jaggery at a road-side stop-over. Possibly, an encounter with a wizened farmer at his pumkin-field was a soul-full experience. Not just enchanting, but a learning such as i could not have imbibed anywhere. The sparkling simplicity of such folk, coupled with their royal super-generocity, influenced and impacted me, powerfully. Vis this conduict during various stages of my life, a specific person, meaningful encounter, or pertinent book to my present need, always "appears." With a timing beyond any man-made clock.Repeatedly, i witness the wonder of the specific book, person with the "very" thoughts im devoted to, appearing before me. Whatever you need, arrives on cue.Such sacred coming together can transpire, anywhere. Your next-door neighbour, one you never met, might drop by, with an idea or book presenting lucid sections on a theme precious-most to your, moment. An impromptu conversation with a total stranger on a train dining-car could hold intimate relevance to your present-moment situation. Each of us witness this happen, in our day-to-day ordinary life. For instance, i walk into a store, reflecting along certain lines, and the person next to me, someone i have never met, is voicing those "very" thoughts. During those moments, become aware, that they are being self-triggered; and are "MEANT" especially for you.This universal web-link, beams and puts one instantly in direct TOUCH, with whatever holds immense significence during that half-moment.I have learned first-hand that such, spiritually-significent moments occur un-planned. You cannot analyze or force serendipity What straight-lined logic and a million brain-storming sessions cannot reveal. Just to recognize these moments of mind-stuff magic is a wonder by itself.Yesterday, just as i was writing of this connectedness being self-triggered anywhere, at the barbers, for instance. I had just typed-in "barbers" and my cell chimes, and my "barber" Sandip had already tuned-in.True, shaan-o-shauqat they displayed. Their astonishing depth of wisdom, and intimate connectedness to the beauty, within, was enlightening.That, these thoughts tumbled out and eventually found you, is witness to the magic of synchronicity and cosmic congruence.This is a soul-ful moment for me, as i trust it will be for you. So as you pause and peruse a line that appeals ONLY to you. Or commune with a paragraph that applies, specifically, to you. An oracle voicing truths,pertinent to your need and stage of self-aware-ness.
God-willing after free-wheeling through these thermal-currents, you sense deja vu and feel delighted to be alive. As you shout in jubilation and re-call your natural-born invincibility, as master of the impossible. Thermal-diving into the slipstream of a current utterly invigorating...
Then what more might one ask?
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
That, is the day an all-clear soul-full voice speaks. Communes with you. One-on-one. You need not woner afar in search of this stellar voice. Become, still and so inwardly ready, that it is invoked to alight with delight, inside.
Such an arch-angel flies through you, often during your day. Slow down. Relax. Recognize, this voice the next time. And it might well be your most meaningfully-loaded, moment. My most profound insight is from a paradoxical source. Unpublished by man, however all-pervasive. "Life itself" is our greatest teacher. Nature remains a cherished inner tutor. Your "mind's-eye" and memory for everyday high-detail and the intimacies of experience combine to become your masterpiece. An enriching ever-evolving source of constant, encouragement.
In acordance with this cardinal truth, saint Francois de Sales' remains a spiritual light-house to many. In an exceedingly dignified and keen-spirited manner he treated even the most insignificent person who approached him. Happily, entering into rapt conversation, speaking and listening-in with Godness to all. To those that asked why he wasted his precious time, his answer startles: "It is God's will. It is what He requires of me, what more need I ask? While I'm doing this, i'm not required to do anything else. God's Holy Will is the center from which all we do must radiate. All else is mere weariness and excitement." So each of your so-called chance encounters with an oedinary-looking bus-conducter, or train co-passenger can be eye-opening. By careful and sensitive universal obedience to everyone, ultimately, in time we become, "all things to all men." For me, sharing a tete-a-tete with a mechanic back-of-nowhere proved, unforgettable. Or, sharing a fist-full of honey-flavoured jaggery at a road-side stop-over. Possibly, an encounter with a wizened farmer at his pumkin-field was a soul-full experience. Not just enchanting, but a learning such as i could not have imbibed anywhere. The sparkling simplicity of such folk, coupled with their royal super-generocity, influenced and impacted me, powerfully. Vis this conduict during various stages of my life, a specific person, meaningful encounter, or pertinent book to my present need, always "appears." With a timing beyond any man-made clock.Repeatedly, i witness the wonder of the specific book, person with the "very" thoughts im devoted to, appearing before me. Whatever you need, arrives on cue.Such sacred coming together can transpire, anywhere. Your next-door neighbour, one you never met, might drop by, with an idea or book presenting lucid sections on a theme precious-most to your, moment. An impromptu conversation with a total stranger on a train dining-car could hold intimate relevance to your present-moment situation. Each of us witness this happen, in our day-to-day ordinary life. For instance, i walk into a store, reflecting along certain lines, and the person next to me, someone i have never met, is voicing those "very" thoughts. During those moments, become aware, that they are being self-triggered; and are "MEANT" especially for you.This universal web-link, beams and puts one instantly in direct TOUCH, with whatever holds immense significence during that half-moment.I have learned first-hand that such, spiritually-significent moments occur un-planned. You cannot analyze or force serendipity What straight-lined logic and a million brain-storming sessions cannot reveal. Just to recognize these moments of mind-stuff magic is a wonder by itself.Yesterday, just as i was writing of this connectedness being self-triggered anywhere, at the barbers, for instance. I had just typed-in "barbers" and my cell chimes, and my "barber" Sandip had already tuned-in.True, shaan-o-shauqat they displayed. Their astonishing depth of wisdom, and intimate connectedness to the beauty, within, was enlightening.That, these thoughts tumbled out and eventually found you, is witness to the magic of synchronicity and cosmic congruence.This is a soul-ful moment for me, as i trust it will be for you. So as you pause and peruse a line that appeals ONLY to you. Or commune with a paragraph that applies, specifically, to you. An oracle voicing truths,pertinent to your need and stage of self-aware-ness.
God-willing after free-wheeling through these thermal-currents, you sense deja vu and feel delighted to be alive. As you shout in jubilation and re-call your natural-born invincibility, as master of the impossible. Thermal-diving into the slipstream of a current utterly invigorating...
Then what more might one ask?
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: MRI IN THOUGHT
The Scottish novelist Robert Louis Stevenson cultivated an ingenious method of giving specific instructions to his subconscious to evolve great stories. Or, solve persistent problems with remarkable results. It did so magnificently for him. And it will for you
.You, can instantly call upon your infinite "Magnetic resonance Imaging" faculty to faithfully scan and re-scan the lochs, valley-crests, bottoms, escarpments and inter-connected moraines in your mind. Moreover to bring, you, a specific desire you always longed for. Be it a masterpiece. Or a castle in Whales. Your subconscious mind takes you to your word. Be watchful of what you ask for. Its job, is just to produce. Like Xerox your subconscious will give you a replica, of any request you hand over in complete faith.How you speak and tune-in to your subconscious, can aid you immeasurably through the course of your life. As you sleep your unconscious is wide-awake.
Can you imagine a more fruitful pursuit, than, giving specific heart-felt request-thoughts to your un-conscious as you dip off into the abyss we call sleep?
Yet, how little we know about the mysterious forces, that, specially leap up and come to the fore during this super-creative hour. Once, aware of this truth, you, are only half-asleep. Because, then you are acutely "awake" to the more vital part of you that never, sleeps.
To be unaware of this truth is to be asleep.For your work to attain its inherent fullness, that richness to set it distinctly apart, this is the realm to stay connected to more fully, wherever you are and no matter what your occupation. Can you imagine a studio more impressive. One for which there is no rent. Stevenson's thought impresses: "He who can be happy and valiant in himself, in his own nature, will enjoy the universe as if it were his own estate; and help the man to whom he lends a hand to enjoy it with him."You might ahve troubles. Yet, should you focus on them you only compound and give them added intensity.
So as you dip off to sleep, feed a constant steady copious charge of beauty-filled pictures into consciousness. To put this very realm to use in each of our lives with deeper urgency is what i suggest. In a conscious and all-aware manner, lovingly, still the wheels of your mind. Slowing the movement, within. In Stevenson's case he would enthusiastically convey a positive command image to his deeper mind to evolve for him a bestselling story.In his story, 'Across The Plains,' Stevenson, revealed: "These little brownies can tell me a story piece by piece, like a serial."
Contemplate this method and you will realize most of us often do the reverse. Instead taking cherished hybrid seed-thoughts of idea-fulfillment, we water-down, curtail, and shoot-down our own best ideas. That, is to say we invite worries and dificulties, merely, by focussing on them with added vigour. Marie Curie re-awakens me; "life is not easy for any of us. But what of that. We must persevere and above all have confidence in ourselves. We must believe we are gifted for something and that this thing at whatever cost must be attained."As we learn learn to "sleep on a problem" you will be absolutely delighted with the results you reap. Here is a balanced and most practical Way that you can inculcate here-now.
The usual thoughts we take to bed form deep-cut furrow channels; and these grow into tall persistent habit-forming trees in our lives. Ask yourself: "Do i follow a simple way?"What's simple adds gigantic power to become your ally. The age-old counsel to not take troubles to bed is a wise one. To allow the subconscious unhampered one must provide it with a rich source to work with.So begin to fall off to sleep with powerful thought-planets revolving inside your head. Ask lovingly for your subliminal to provide you a lead. Then watch the up-to-now locked doors swing wide-open.The greatest-ever dialogue you ever had, is, posibly the one you are having with yourself, now.
Remember, it is never just a great book, or article that speaks. It IS the corresponding wave of insight, that a-rises from your own heart that is more meaningful.
In such a state awareness, rises clear as a stream. Live as blazing embers.
During such "Awakened" states energy flows unimpeded. Of its own accord. Unrestricted. Copiously. EffortleslyLike a meandering river, your thoughts, move to a flow-pattern and life-rhythym all their own.
Tap-in to your inner mountain-fed, pure spring Source.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
.You, can instantly call upon your infinite "Magnetic resonance Imaging" faculty to faithfully scan and re-scan the lochs, valley-crests, bottoms, escarpments and inter-connected moraines in your mind. Moreover to bring, you, a specific desire you always longed for. Be it a masterpiece. Or a castle in Whales. Your subconscious mind takes you to your word. Be watchful of what you ask for. Its job, is just to produce. Like Xerox your subconscious will give you a replica, of any request you hand over in complete faith.How you speak and tune-in to your subconscious, can aid you immeasurably through the course of your life. As you sleep your unconscious is wide-awake.
Can you imagine a more fruitful pursuit, than, giving specific heart-felt request-thoughts to your un-conscious as you dip off into the abyss we call sleep?
Yet, how little we know about the mysterious forces, that, specially leap up and come to the fore during this super-creative hour. Once, aware of this truth, you, are only half-asleep. Because, then you are acutely "awake" to the more vital part of you that never, sleeps.
To be unaware of this truth is to be asleep.For your work to attain its inherent fullness, that richness to set it distinctly apart, this is the realm to stay connected to more fully, wherever you are and no matter what your occupation. Can you imagine a studio more impressive. One for which there is no rent. Stevenson's thought impresses: "He who can be happy and valiant in himself, in his own nature, will enjoy the universe as if it were his own estate; and help the man to whom he lends a hand to enjoy it with him."You might ahve troubles. Yet, should you focus on them you only compound and give them added intensity.
So as you dip off to sleep, feed a constant steady copious charge of beauty-filled pictures into consciousness. To put this very realm to use in each of our lives with deeper urgency is what i suggest. In a conscious and all-aware manner, lovingly, still the wheels of your mind. Slowing the movement, within. In Stevenson's case he would enthusiastically convey a positive command image to his deeper mind to evolve for him a bestselling story.In his story, 'Across The Plains,' Stevenson, revealed: "These little brownies can tell me a story piece by piece, like a serial."
Contemplate this method and you will realize most of us often do the reverse. Instead taking cherished hybrid seed-thoughts of idea-fulfillment, we water-down, curtail, and shoot-down our own best ideas. That, is to say we invite worries and dificulties, merely, by focussing on them with added vigour. Marie Curie re-awakens me; "life is not easy for any of us. But what of that. We must persevere and above all have confidence in ourselves. We must believe we are gifted for something and that this thing at whatever cost must be attained."As we learn learn to "sleep on a problem" you will be absolutely delighted with the results you reap. Here is a balanced and most practical Way that you can inculcate here-now.
The usual thoughts we take to bed form deep-cut furrow channels; and these grow into tall persistent habit-forming trees in our lives. Ask yourself: "Do i follow a simple way?"What's simple adds gigantic power to become your ally. The age-old counsel to not take troubles to bed is a wise one. To allow the subconscious unhampered one must provide it with a rich source to work with.So begin to fall off to sleep with powerful thought-planets revolving inside your head. Ask lovingly for your subliminal to provide you a lead. Then watch the up-to-now locked doors swing wide-open.The greatest-ever dialogue you ever had, is, posibly the one you are having with yourself, now.
Remember, it is never just a great book, or article that speaks. It IS the corresponding wave of insight, that a-rises from your own heart that is more meaningful.
In such a state awareness, rises clear as a stream. Live as blazing embers.
During such "Awakened" states energy flows unimpeded. Of its own accord. Unrestricted. Copiously. EffortleslyLike a meandering river, your thoughts, move to a flow-pattern and life-rhythym all their own.
Tap-in to your inner mountain-fed, pure spring Source.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
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