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The Death of Life.

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In your daily activities, pursuits, personal thoughts, interactions, do you wonder what life really is…??  Life is more than living daily, isn’t it…??  People are born, expelled from the womb, entering this duality with one foot in the tomb already; consequently, they do not enjoy their lives plenty, they do not explore themselves and really live each second with full awareness, because they focus on the foot that lies in the tomb, they see themselves aging through the years they do not live.

Credit card debts piling up, anxiety about political nonsense, the foolish beliefs of religions clouding their minds, the pressure of getting married and following the path their families have set for them, parents birthing children without actually educating them but leaving that to the school system entirely, etc.–all this is allowed to infect the lives of people and they do not even see it.  This is the death of the spirit!

The greatest loss in life is that which you cannot see with your own two eyes, isn’t it….??  A Third Eye must be unleashed in life to actually see life for what it is.  The true beauty of art is not a painting.  The true attractive of a woman is not her looks.  The intelligence of a man is not his accomplishments in society.  The poetry of life is not written in books or made by great history.  Love is not found in dating or marriage or sex.  Bliss is not loads and loads of knowledge spiritual or otherwise.  This is IN life, but not life; and if this is seen as life then you are losing the very heart of it.

Life is the celebration of each moment you live, whether that moment is pleasant or not to your mind.  Life is beyond all your daily activities, relationships, pursuits, and intellectual understanding; and you must embrace life by deeply immersing yourself meditatively into it.  Do not squander your life by just living mechanically, but be expressive, grab opportunities big or small, make your voice heard, start your project now, see through aging and put all your energy into your moment.  Forget about loss in life, because if you focus on loss you will miss the riches of life and invite fear to soon bring you death. 

Yes, indeed, there is no greater wisdom then awakening yourself to life.

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You are now entering Hell. WELCOME.

O, there was no going back for him!  He felt trapped in this conniving and ensnaring dimension of pain and angst, he could see the open door approaching to him quickly.  Hell called on to him!  Once, he had been rested, his soul had been free, and his heart enamored with life.  But that was once, before he had allowed the reality of others dictate his, and before he had permitted the words of madness of others introduce this same madness into him…
The door was here!
It read:  “YOU ARE NOW ENTERING HELL.  WELCOME.”
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O, he entered his new reality full of fire and madness! 
It was like the heavens had vanished and had allowed a hell to fill his mental ether, to take hostage the now boiling content of each cell of his body.  It was the very vibration of the fire brooding within that which made everything so chaotic, so demonic, and yet the beauty had persisted but only to opaque and intensify his own lost soul.  And what is the soul taken by blinding wrath if not lost…??  Once enslaved by this rage reality becomes corrupted and emotions intensified to reach blinding heights for the human mind, does it not…??  And even in this state, where frustration and pride take over, he is not himself.  Who is he…??  Who are you…??  Who are you if not some creature which lies in powerlessness and dejection, the emptiness of your own humanity filled by this uncontrolled rage for a moment or two.  He has lost himself, love and understanding seem non-existent, foes perhaps; for now, heat and ashes consume his soul and befriend his mind with a passing and deceitful “bliss”–something which carries no life but its opposite, Death!  A death of reason and communion the divine understanding of the beautiful relationship in life. 

O, he entered his new reality full of fire and madness!
He walks in the inferno with explosive gluttony and obscured haughtiness, and as he walks, unbeknownst to his higher dominion of celestial reason, his mind has fallen into the gruesome abyss of despair and solitude.  And he trembles and despises himself as he is taken by this blasphemous extreme of the pole of his unexplored emotions, and he sees in the way the ones he wronged, which is himself and others he once treated with the highest gentleness and love contained within a beautiful creature of love and magic.  Now a creature of lowly birth and demonic possession…  How is it that anger fills us like the flames fill the house graced by family warmth and heartfelt art, robs our reason and understanding, burns everything into mere ash…??…  His soul cannot be free consumed thus; he knows it, O he knows it, yet the tremendous heat and the tyrannous pride are running him into oblivion of himself, just like the engine runs the car into the bottom of a cliff.   He has killed his friends and himself as he parades his stupidity. But he needs to see this. But he needs to be aware of this before the demons come for him…

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“A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient, nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient, and look upon them only as sick and extravagant.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca; Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist and satirist.

 

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Can you not see that it is Now…??

Once, a king and a lazy man named Haria were very good friends.  One morning, the king said, “Why don’t you do work to earn some money?”  Haria said, “No one gives me job.  My enemies told everyone that I never do any work on time.”  At this, the king said, “You can go into my treasury and collect as much wealth as you can, till sunset.”  Haria rushed home then to tell this to his wife.  She then said, “Christ is certainly smiling upon us, husband!  Go and get the gold coins and gems now!!”  But he replied, “I see you are extremely happy but I cannot go now.  Give me lunch first.”…

So, after lunch, he took a nap for an hour.  Then in the late afternoon, he picked some bags and went to the palace.  On the way, he felt hot so he sat under a tree to rest.  Then, two hours later, he got up to go but saw a man showing some magic tricks.  He stopped to watch for an hour again.  When he reached the palace it was already time for sunset.  The palace gates had been shut.  So Haria had lost a golden chance because he had not learned the value of time.


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Life is eternal because it exist only in the Now.  Whatever is past is gone, is never to come back, and a mere memory in your mind.  The future will never be, because it is just another construct of your mind.  Life then is enjoyed now, because the only reality is the Now, and the only progress is in the Now.  A plan to do something later, an idea to see a possibility in your mind, an intention to act when things get better in a future–these are all schemes and games of your overthinking ego, of your conditioned mind, of your lazy psychology, and illusions which do not carry reality.

Acting in the Now, enjoying yourself in the Now, expanding your love and commitment in the Now–this is all creativity and reality, this is the real you behind all the fears and insecurities…  The freedom to be yourself and to move your life forward step by step is Now.  Hesitation in living is not based on love, is it…??…
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Step by step, enjoying and doing things now without postponing you then create your better life; always moving forward, slowly but surely, with presence and focused on the moment you are living.

 

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He who has Eyes to See.

Have you ever wondered what the Egyptian sex scenes painted in the ancient pyramids and temples mean…??  Have you paid really close attention to the symbolic stories of The Bible like the story of Moses or Jesus’s Crucifixion…??  Can you see the symbols hidden in the way nature behaves all around us…??  What about in the very nature of man, the destruction, how it unfolds and how humankind evolves, how it all turns the pages of time–can you see…??
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It is all Infinite Intelligence, divinity, hidden symbols and messages in each tragedy or joy, but specially in tragedy; however, it cannot be understood and seen clearly by the egoistical mind, by the mind which is not innocent and creative and emptied of the ways of man and his “rational” knowledge.  The ways of nature are not the ways of man.  The ways of Infinite Intelligence or God are not the ways of man or mammon.  “No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.  Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” ~ Matthew 6:24.

The moment you fall into depression pay attention; there is a message hidden you must make conscious in you mind.  Whenever you become confused about love or any direction you must take in any aspect of life; there is a symbol you must hold consciously to be guided.  As you feel empty inside, perhaps lustful, greedy, angered, betrayed, alone, meditate on why this is so, discover life’s hidden messages.  The worst mistake any man or woman can make, and many do make it everyday and thus feel lost, is to follow explosive emotions and intellectual outbursts; for this is like the child who throws a tantrum and allows himself to be overwhelmed by his own desperation. 


But study life, be life, allow it to enter you and be One with you; for symbols and messages are everywhere, and if you stop yourself, your rushing mind, if you empty yourself from the ignorant and foolish ways of the everyday man, you can see the mysteries and hidden messages with your inner eye…  The riches of life are represented in symbols and hidden in the ways of The Infinite; He who has eyes to see then, must see…
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Life is a set of hidden symbols and divine messages for man to become awakened, but most do not see them because their minds remain veiled and buried, blinded by a lower consciousness state/a lower dimension in existence. But we as part of Creation, as human beings, carry and are symbols as well. Our anatomy hides symbols. Our physiology hides symbols. Our nervous system. That is why it is said in ancient Egyptian tombs and throughout pyramids, “Know Thyself and You Shalt Know The Gods.” That means know not only your spiritual realm beyond your humanity, but also know your very humanity–i.e., your biology, your mental states, your cellular micro-world, and all of it. This is deep knowledge; the only knowledge to really free you completely, to transform you from a mere human into a true god–i.e., “Know Thyself and You shalt Know The Gods.”

“Signs and symbols rule the world, not words nor laws.” ~ Confucius.

 

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The spirit.

Nothing obscures and destroys the truly blissful life more than to remain in perpetual fear of the unknown–“What is going to happen…??” – “What should I do…??” – “How should I live life before my last breath…??” – “What is waiting for me after I die…??”  All this nonsense, unbeknownst to many, cripples the mind and depletes our full energy for a more blissful life; for each moment is a blessing, and quite often we live in our heads and see only darkness instead of looking around us and seeing the beauty of life in a better light…

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“The spirit.”

“Why do you fear the unknown…??,” the spirit said,
“Seek poisons, praise material illusion, hate death…??”
There was silence, the man felt ill, he felt dread,
“Who is there?! I feel upon my ear your breath!
O I am but a poor wretch of man in this darkness.”
The spirit left from his hands, brushed past his face;
The spirit was gentle, kind to the man, harmless,
“Why fear death, yet hold my body with such grace…??
The human mind fears the very shadows it creates,
For it allows not the reality of life to flourish in man.
Life is all there is, so live, a continuous bliss awaits!”
The old man began with some fear, he almost ran
From the voice; but soon his conscience was lit,
“I have wasted my life on silly trinkets and vanity.
For I see now that my eyes were before very unfit.
I see you live still, I see now with the greatest sanity
That which feeds ignorance and strengthens fear.”
The dark skies opened right there, the man then saw
The moonlight upon himself and the spirit very clear;
Nature called and its essence parted without flaw…

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Eternal life between your hands.

A newborn is the labor of consciousness into matter, and for nine months the mother allows this merging of this pain and joy state; as physical life is dual, into being there has to exist pain and joy for otherwise there can exist no physical creation.  The human being is born and the experience overwhelms his whole, and because they are both One the mother feels this throughout her emotional body, she neither can avoid it nor escape it, they are united, same flesh, same blood, same consciousness…  When in the womb the bond is strongest, but after the child is born the bond continues to pull in the awareness of the mother her whole life…

 

“Eternal life between your hands.“

Mother, eternal life between your hands,
As smooth as the warmest desert sands.

O, I cry because this body was torn from thy womb!
As you called me into a new life of sense existence.
Your food, your breath, your energy I used to bloom,
Now a vessel of pain owns me per thine insistence.
But am I the same as I feel my tittle feet being blessed
In the warm embrace of thy purest love to my form…??
I had known absolute freedom, traveled unstressed;
I have now met the anguished creature as “I” was born.

Mother, eternal life between your hands,
As smooth as the warmest desert sands.

My physical birth was overwhelming, now I receive light,
I wonder where I am as you hold me dressed in tears;
I have been allowed passage into sorrow and delight,
I open my eyes, see your beauty, hear many cheers.
Thy sweetest voice caresses me and helps me cope,
Thy motherly energy welcomes my innocent, new being.
Am I to be your loving priority, your very lifelong hope…??
You and I share a sacred bond, the very deepest meaning.

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Pain and Joy of The Truest Love.

Gandhi and his wife had a deep relationship, so deep that he had started calling her ‘Mother.’  Wherever he went he would refer to his wife lovingly as mother, and she would take care of him more like a son because there is no greater and purer love than the love of a true mother.  This is the transformed love a woman who has had the divine experience of carrying in her womb a life for nine months only knows; and this love transcends our superficial concepts of “love.”


Love is not sexual, romantic, motherly, friendship, or any other concept your intellect may lead you to believe; but love is love, it just is, it heals, it creates, it nurtures with full compassion.  And it is the mother who can only understand this, not with her intellect which is filled with ego concepts and beliefs, but with her heart, purely and naturally as the divine bridge between creative consciousness and gross matter; for it is her great capacity to carry the child in her womb what makes each cell of her body attain and remain with this experience of truth.  And what is truth if not the deepest love without thought and words one may experience within oneself…??

A child leaving its mother’s womb is in great distress; it is like a tree being uprooted from the sacred soil.  It has been uprooted and now it yearns to go back, because it has been severed from the lifeline.  He does not feel One anymore, somehow he feels the pain of a dual thing separated in extreme violence.  The woman having carried this child feels this pain; she is the sacred soil and feels her pain and the tree’s pain as well–they were One, now they are two, and thus this separation causes the great pain.  Two individuals are then finite beings; hence their union cannot be infinite, cannot be forever.  And this is exactly the pain, the misery of all true love.  The mother knows about this great separation; thus, a mother’s love includes the greatest pain, the greatest joy, and it is the MOST powerful any being can ever experience.  When is true, it is purity…


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O, Lovely Victoria…

There is no more bliss in a human being’s experience that finding that Source of greater truth and love.  That is the Source of very life, to be One with it, to shut the ego and its great delusions of fake love, namely attachment–desperation and desire which blinds.  But, be wise, seek not love, not a woman, nor a man; but be love, rise in love within you, and then you shall become a true magnet, your energy shall be so powerful now that you attract without any intention of finding…

“O, Lovely Victoria…“

Lovely lady, I had found myself lost without devotion,
Without higher purpose, without the slightest notion…

O, Lovely Victoria, a thousand deaths I speak!
A thousand deaths I would experience for thee.
Let me not to the marriage of our divine souls
Be detached and lost, but deeply sincere be.
Love is not love if attraction be only of flesh,
If marriage is only of that which ages us still;
For love, the truest love, is beyond the thresh
Of argument and jealousy lovers do oft’ feel.
The star guides us to a heavenly symphony,
And caresses our higher conscious affection,
And reminds us of our plays in glorious infancy
When our love was just a dormant perfection.

O, Lovely Victoria, as I contemplate thine eyes
I find myself wand’ring the mysteries of the most
Beautiful and radiant Suns which do not blind,
As my energy meets thy Source ever so close.
Have this wretch of a man now lie in divine grace
Of your presence which possesses the bridge
Between matter and consciousness as embrace,
As this soul of mine rises in love without ridge.
Now I see that the youthful hue of your cheeks
Embodies the deepest and most honest emotion,
It shows this poor man divinity’s highest peaks;
For I was lost, but now your love is my devotion.

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Demon and angel.

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My demons overpowered me!  I felt as if I were taken by this strange rage, almost inhuman, lust for greed and revenge, such an emotional state I had never experienced before.  I felt lost, my hands trembled, my heart would try to escape my chest with extreme violence, my mind was a tornado of chaos and agitation where every logic had vanished and all freedom was reduced to a subtle and very weak voice…
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I was not me!  Who was I…?!  And yet there was also an angel in me trying to soothe me, telling me something I couldn’t hear in the midst of the storm, and I felt this angel was part of who I was.  My two masks.  Fighting to be heard and possess me fully.  Two halves of me trying to surface from the very depths of my consciousness…  My two masks.  Frustration, anger, lust, greed, hate, envy.  My demons overpowered me!  They seem to know my weaknesses, as my own ego wallows and grows, fed by them, nurtured by them.  It happens when you ignore yourself for so long that you start to believe you are weak and chained to being this grotesque demon, this wretched soul…
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As I went outside and screamed, I cursed the cloudy skies and this damned mask overwhelming me and my ideas, condemning my soul and sealing my fate.  Who was I…?!  And yet, this beautiful voice kept whispering between my angry and chaotic thoughts.  I fell on my knees trembling and crying, exhausted and feeling my head ready to explode; too much thinking and questioning, too much stupid fighting and pointless hating.  And the whisper came to me, and it brought a light I had never experienced before, and my conscience became aware of my own faults; for she was there, the angel in me calming the beast… 
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And then, illumination came, I realized that my two masks, the demon and the angel, were just inventions of my sheer ignorance, of my vain ego; and that in choosing one or the other I am not whole anymore and great suffering takes me hostage..  My two masks…


When you choose one or the other, you are negating one and welcoming the other; furthermore, it is your vain ego which chooses based on what it is expected, on what others have said, on a selfish desire.  To be whole is to accept yourself as you are entirely, use all your energies to build the new, which is being an individual and creating yourself.

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Cave of fear!

No one had ever returned from there!  The townsfolk lived in terror that one day the monster would leave the cave, so they regularly left gifts and food at the mouth of the cave, and these always soon disappeared.
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One day, a young man came to town, and, fearlessly, he went inside, finding his way with a torch.  At first, the monster had a good, long laugh, then went quiet.  Finally he arrived at a huge cavern, so as he approached it he felt that something had hit him hard on his back!  This pushed him into a hole in the rock; and so, he couldn’t avoid it and fell through.  “Darn it, I think the monster has swallowed me,” he said anxiously in his mind while falling.  But as he fell, he heard music and voices.  They got clearer…  And clearer…  And when he made a soft landing at the bottom, he heard, “Surprise!!”

Hardly believing it, he found himself right in the middle of a big party.  The party-goers were all those people who had never returned to the town.  They explained to him that this place had been the idea of an old mayor of the town:  That mayor had tried to accomplish great things, but was always held back by the fears of the people around him; so the mayor had invented the story of the monster to demonstrate to people how such an attitude was so limiting.  So the young man stayed there, enjoying the party and the company of all those who had dared to approach the cave...


So it goes without saying now, if you penetrate into the dark cave of your own mind and dwell meditatively and patiently there, befriend any fears living there, you will transmute fear into love, attitude of defeat into attitude of confidence and passion for your personal goals and your life in general.


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“Fear is the main source of superstition, and the main source of cruelty.  To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.” ~ Bertrand Russell; British philosopher, logician, mathematician, historian, writer, social critic, political activist, and Nobel laureate.

 

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