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What matters.

Once upon a time there was a world famous teacher in north-western India. It just so happened that one of the high class students had been named ‘Bad’ by his parents. One day he thought, “When I am told, ‘Come Bad’, ‘Go Bad’, ‘Do this Bad’, it is not nice for me or others. It even sounds disgraceful and unlucky.” So he went to the teacher and asked him to give him a more pleasant name, one that would bring good fortune rather than bad.

The teacher said, “Go my son, go wherever you like and find a more fortunate name. When you return, I will officially give you your new name.” The young man named Bad left the city, and traveled from village to village until he came to a big town. A man had just died and Bad asked what his name was. People said, “His name was Alive.” “Alive also died?” asked Bad. The people answered, “Whether his name be Alive or whether it be Dead, in either case he must die. A name is merely a word used to recognize a person. Only a fool would not know this!” After hearing this, Bad no longer felt badly about his own name, but he didn’t feel good about it either.

After leaving the town, along the roadside he met a man who had lost his way. He asked him, “What is your name? ” He replied, ‘My name is Tourguide.” “You mean to say that even a Tourguide has gotten lost?” asked Bad. Then the man said, “Whether my name be Tourguide or whether it be Tourist, in either case I have lost my way. A name is merely a word used to recognize a person. Only a fool would not know this!” Later, Bad came to a realization…

Now completely satisfied with his own name, Bad returned to his teacher and decided to keep his name and work on what mattered.

And working on what matters can be daunting, intimidating, right…?? People tends to be fearful and seek out there their purpose and meaning, because that is what they have been taught, by their families, by their religions, by their culture and societies overall. So they compare and work towards becoming this and that, they refuse to look within so they escape it–seek refuge and distraction from themselves in the world. But their identities are not a name, a mental program, a lifestyle they have been taught; and this is their weakness, they do not know themselves… And do you know yourself…??

Now, to know yourself is to accept yourself completely; and to accept yourself completely is to erase fears of being lonely, or of having losses, or of being left by others, or of making mistakes and being shamed by others. To see this and to cross that bridge. To embrace yourself fully by seeking all inside yourself, it is how your life and your situations become clear. And now there is no fear, because you know that fear inside you and you became one with it

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The eagle who didn’t know itself.

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Post date July 15, 2018
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“In a forest an eagle lived on a tree, and it had built a nest wherein to lay its eggs; there the eagle would hatch its eggs all throughout the day. Under the same tree there lived a hen, and this particular hen had also laid eggs during the same period when the eagle had laid its own eggs. One day, while the eagle had gone for hunting, a bear climbed up the tree to eat the eagle’s eggs. The bear had finished three of the eggs soon, when the fourth one slipped off its hands and fell into the hen’s nest; on returning, the eagle could not find her eggs, and so feeling terribly upset she decided to leave the place.

The hen which lived under the tree saw the eagle’s egg by the side of her eggs, so she felt pity on the eagle’s egg and decided to hatch it as well. After a few days, the hen’s chicks hatched. The eagle’s chick hatched, too. And the hen would feed all the chicks, including the eagle’s chick, as if it were her own. Soon the chicks began to grow. The young chicks would listen to their mother’s sounds and try to imitate her. The eagle’s chick also picked up the hen’s sounds, because that is all it heard.

The chicks would all play together and make lots of noise. Within no time, the hen’s chicks, as well as the eagle’s chick, grew up to their full size. The eagle’s chick never realized that it was an eagle and not a hen; so, considering itself a hen, the eagle would eat hen’s food, would walk and run like other hens and would make sounds like hens. The eagle never learnt to fly like other eagles and lived its whole life like a hen only.”

Your parents were probably loving and did their best, like mine did also; however, this is not enough to illumine your conscience and wake up from the veil cast by society, specially as an adult who needs this illumination and wisdom in his/her own life. As the little eagle growing up as a hen in the above-mentioned story, you might be still surrounded by people who are weaker of mind and ignorant of the deceit of their own egos, and you must see this yourself; for you probably feel sometimes confused, overwhelmed, lacking confidence, mentally weak to do something because this is your environment, your mental program, and the people with whom you interact daily.

Growing up and experiencing this is surely painful if you believe it, if you believe you are the hen instead of the mighty eagle; so, as an adult it is extremely important that you choose your situations and the people to whom you give your time and your energy. Because, after all, your mind will absorb the influence of your environment and of the people around you–their moods, their characters, their ideas, their intentions. This energy will affect you, whether you want it or not. So, choose carefully…

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The Habits of The Strong.

One cowardly person came to a master of martial arts and asked to teach him bravery. The master looked at him and said, “I will teach you only with one condition: for one month you will have to live in a big city and tell every person that you meet on your way that you are a coward. You will have to say it loudly, openly and looking straight into the person’s eyes.”

This person got really sad, because this task seemed very scary to him. For a couple of days he was very sad and thoughtful, but to live with his cowardice was so unbearable that he traveled to the city to accomplish his mission anyway. At first, when meeting the passers, he quailed, lost his speech and couldn’t contact anyone; but he needed to finish the master’s task, so he began to overcome himself. When he came up to his first passer to tell about his cowardice, it seemed to him that he would die from fear–he was trembling, anxious, and even feeling some physical pain out of his mental fear. But then his voice sounded louder and more confident with every passing day. Suddenly came a moment, when the man caught himself thinking that he wasn’t scared anymore; and the further he continued doing the master’s task, the more convinced he was that the fear was abandoning him for good.

That way a month had passed. The once-cowardly person came back to the master, bowed to him and said, “Thank you, master. I finished your task. Now I’m not afraid anymore. But how did you know that this strange task will help me…??”

The wise teacher smiled and said, “The thing is that cowardice is only a habit. And by doing the things that scare us, we can destroy the stereotypes and come to a conclusion that is actually real of who we truly are. And now you know that bravery is also a habit. And if you want to make bravery a part of yourself, you need to move forward into the fear. Then the fear will go away, and bravery will take its place.”

So, remind yourself always that habits shape who you are as a human being. As a spiritual being, obviously, you are perfect–strong, determined, wise, confident, talented. But as a human being only good, thoughtful and serious habits can mold you into this superior human being filled with confidence and bravery to do anything you desire with a good heart.

So, pay attention to what you do from the moment you wake up to the moment you close your eyes to sleep, be disciplined, do what makes your ego uncomfortable, do what is right for your growth and not what you desire on a stupid whim… Beat your fears. They are just thoughts…

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The Samurai and The Zen Master.

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Post date June 1, 2018
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One day a samurai came to Zen Master Hakuin and asked, “Where is paradise…?? Where is hell…?? And where are the gates of heaven and hell..??” The Zen Master looked a bit surprised, then asked, “Who are you??” Then the samurai proudly replied, “I am the leader of samurais and the Emperor pays tribute to my greatness.” Hakuin laughed and said, “Are you really the leader of samurais…?? You look like some poor ragamuffin!”

The samurai’s pride was hurt. He forgot why he had come in the first place, whipped out his sword and was going to kill Hakuin. Then Hakuin laughed again and said, “This is the gate of hell. With a sword, being in anger, with your ego you will open it. ” The samurai realized that idea, calmed down and sheathed back his sword. Hakuin continued, “And now, when you calm down, you open the gate of heaven.”

Your mind is the playground of demons and angels, the birth of heaven and hell, the origin of duality; and this is your very humanity screaming and pulling you to one extreme of the pole or to the other. And thoughts are your masters when you are asleep (when the human mind is in a mediocre state). And thoughts become your servants when you are awake (when the human mind has been lit by divinity and wisdom). One must see that thoughts do not have a reality of their own until you give them one, they remain part of you as your children–children you must watch and raise properly.

It is important you wake up to this and see that the thoughts you are having now must not become your masters and overwhelm you; but see, observe, meditate over each thought, raise your child properly, and discover that you must mature yourself over them. You must become a light unto each thought you choose, so you can create your feelings, own your behaviors, build your path with wisdom and truth instead of immaturity and lies.

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“We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.” ~ Santosh Kalwar; software engineer, entrepreneur, philosopher, and poet.

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The Light of One Soul.

Once there was a small boy named Shankar. He belonged to a poor family. And one day, he was crossing through the forest carrying some woods, when he saw an old man who was very hungry. Shankar wanted to give him some food, but he did not have food even for his own; so, sad as he was, he continued on his path. On his way then, later, he saw a deer who was very thirsty. He wanted to give him some water, but he did not have water even for himself; so, sad as he was, he went on his way ahead…

Then he saw a man who wanted to make a camp but he did not have woods, so Shankar asked about his problem and then gave some woods to him. In return, he gave him some food and water. Now he went back to the old man and gave him some food and gave some water to the deer. The old man and the deer were very happy. Shankar then happily went on his way…

One day Shankar fell down the hill! He was in pain and he couldn’t move; no one was there to help him. But, the old man who he had helped before saw him, he quickly came and pulled him up the hill. Shankar had many wounds on his legs. The deer whom shankar had given water saw his wounds and quickly went to the forest and brought some herbs; it so happened then that after some time his wounds were covered. All of them were very happy that they were able to help each other…

When we give a good example and help the ones in need, we are truly helping ourselves; not because we expect them to do the same for us, but because we are filling our conscience with truth, we are building a stronger and valuable persona in us, and because we are nourishing our own heart with pure and beautifying love–i.e., a love which brings glow and shine into our lives, and a love which brings bliss into all we do.

We are all human beings, and as human beings we all have that inner light within us but also we have that terrible darkness; and so, each one of us must find a balance between our divine light and our terrible darkness. Moments of bliss. Moments of misery. We all need to help each other, especially help the weaker and innocent among us, and see that we are truly the same; as we all feel joy and feel pain, as we all desire to feel loved and happy… No matter how upset, how hurt you are, always remind yourself of this…

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“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.” ~ Matthew 5:14.

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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.

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.

“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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Love, magic, and the immortal warrior.

Post author By thegodwithinblog
Post date July 25, 2017
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“Love, magic, and the immortal warrior”

I WAS JUST MORTAL BACK THEN…

My kingdom lost and buried,

My heart and mind poison carried;

So I dared follow the lonely path,

The violent and destructive inner wrath.

In times where magic had taken all possession,

Family, friends, wise teachers and all connection,

In my life there was not any hint of hope or light,

Or even a romantic and noble poem I could recite.

In my madness I was blind for needed I to make him fall,

My feet hurt, my mind exhausted, but he would pay for all;

And then it happened for a vision of perfection my eyes beheld,

She upon a tree smiled and my heart was instantly compelled.

My wrath quelled for a time because there was magic in the moment;

Her voice, her beauty, her aura, she connected with my torment.

I was a wretch swallowed and haunted by violent visions of the past,

She saw it in my eyes, in my broken spirit, and she didn’t need to ask.

The connection between us grew, we engaged in conversation for hours,

She became my partner and she, to my surprise, held great powers;

I needed her love and her aid in such quest so we were one and the same,

We shared personal experiences, made meaningful love, expanded the flame.

Then I learned deeply her ways of hating the same evil-spirited foe,

Her family and village utterly ravished under his dark magic and twisted law.

Once we planned and analyzed with precision our steps to follow,

We ready were to attack, we penetrated the fortress and his hollow;

However, powerful light and dark forces, great magic met,

His dark soul was ready to conquer us and we fought a real threat.

Yes, we almost died, I was beaten badly and she severely wounded;

But light and love finally won, hell took him, and it concluded.

I took her swiftly into the woods and treated her wounds with deep love,

Aloe and guava leaves, she was cured, angels sang to my ears from above;

Then we ate and got merry because we remained together,

For ever and ever, warriors in love, Sir Alketas and His Lady Saether.

I WAS IMMORTAL NOW.

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The way of Shiva.

Somewhere in New York City, present time. Around 2 am.

The apartment is truly a mess: TV bashed in, things strewn on the floor, mirrors hanging on the wall cracked in two. The apartment of a really angry and miserable person, a person who sits perfectly still on his living room chair now, a person whose thought is clear and peaceful now, a person who had a real awakening and feels… different…

Jesus!!!– What da hell?!– What happened?!– What am I doing…?! Why did I do that…?! … Who am I…?? Am I one or two…?? I feel… I dunno. I think I feel better now. Jeez– But who or what was that…?? I didn’t recognize him. Man, this is crazy, and it was like I had a demon in me. Perhaps a demon I had all along, but I had not realized it before. But–But everything is so clear now. And I don’t feel guilty. I feel… I feel free, my mind feels so light, unburdened from the demon who was just a few seconds ago wreaking havoc. The one who did this… in my mind and in my apartment…

My life. I have to do something about it, now that I can see clearly… God– My head. I have to stand up from this chair and walk around, be more in the present and try to emotionally connect to myself… Ah!– Funny. And to think I had to hit rock bottom and try to kill myself to see this clearly, to think this clearly… “Shiva, The destroyer”–The old must be destroyed to build the new. Ordinary must be replaced by extraordinary. The mind elevates and the spiritual being is realized fully. That’s the way of Shiva– That crazy book, from that crazy guy, it had it right all along. Yeah, I was so stupid. Why was I that stupid…?? I don’t remember. Praising those superficial people, wanting to be like them instead of being myself, eating like them, believing what they believed, visiting the places they visited. Shit– I can fly now, and I can be myself, and I feel more confident than ever… Yes, definitely! This is the start of a new life for me!

“Shiva, The Destroyer of The Old and Builder Of the New.”

Several minutes earlier. Climbing the stairs up to his apartment, taken by devil, really angry and cursing the very air he breathes…

Goddammit!– I can’t… God– I can’t even breathe now. Jesus– The steps of the damn stairs! I see blurry. What is this?! Why now…?? My heartbeat is really pounding this time. But I just… It was just some fun like always. I loved the adrenaline. The drugs. The dancing. The illegal racing. And the girls… Damn you– I’m not… I am better than this! I am… I just want to die. Fortunately, I have that gun still sitting in my room. Gotta try again. Thought things would be better, but they are–they are… not… The guys!– My so called friends. Shit!– SLAMM!!

I can’t even see clearly. Dammit– This is the living room. And this rage! GGOODD!!! Fuck!… Oh, shit. Why me…?? … But, yeah. It’s the only solution… What is this? My mother gave me this for Christmas. Never used it. Still has the fucking bow… My mother. She probably doesn’t need me that much. What da fuck is my role in this family?! I’m a loser anyway… It’ll all be over soon… SMASH!!! I hate this TV! It brought me so much confusion and I didn’t even know it back then. I always hated myself for being the way I am!… SMASH!!! Well, there will be no bad luck from breaking this shitty mirror now that I will be fucking gone, will it?!

SMASH!!! SMASH!!! No one will treat me like that anymore! It will stop all the pain and this… FUCKING RAGE! SMASH!!! … Yeah, and I wanted to start my own business! Selling what?!–stupid real state?! I didn’t even go to high school!! Look at all this shit– These stupid marketing plans, and these contracts… GOD!– Where’s that fucking gun?! … Here it is… The cold grip, the solution to my problems, fast and painless… Jesus! My–My hands. I can’t–I can’t make ’em stop shaking!… My thoughts. Too fucking loud! And my heart doesn’t stop! AAGGGHHH!!!–

BBAAAANNGG!!!— (…and so the bang of the gun was loud, but it slipped his clammy hand just in time, and shot through the window into the dark and fateful night…)

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The free mind of a human god!

The story of the God-man (video).

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Post date July 17, 2017
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“People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.” ~ Plato; Greek philosopher, educator.

The very act of man standing erect and walking upon this earth, of building shelter, of enjoying foods which sustain life, of the marvelous working of the lungs and of the miraculous powers of the heart remains unpaid to a divinity which shall bear no worthless name according to man’s weak confusion; but, however, in the Eternal Mind such is the almighty power of Creation itself, which has thus fashioned all space and time and the bridge that unites man to the highest and most blissful riches of the universe, the subconscious force or omnipresent mind—the origins of the god-man bestowed upon and introduced within the human form of the everyday facade.

The science in this is profound and in agreement with the great sages of old times. That the heartbeats themselves produce vibrating forms of energy, waves and ripples of the electromagnetic aura around the heart deeply connected to a source of prophetic wisdom and emotional power the common man whose consciousness is planted upon the physical senses dares not think of. That is the God-Man.

Now the story of how we became beings, then corrupted, and then lost in this land.

Since before time and space we existed and we were literally one, then chaos started, ego came into being and greed and the need to enslave the minds of other men.

How did we get to this point…?? How to be free…?? What or who is the God-Man really…??

Let’s find out together.

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Anatomy and physiology of life

Freedom of The Muse.

“The position of the artist is humble. He is essentially a channel.” ~ Piet Mondrian; Dutch painter.

Many people who try writing creatively, even so-called “experts”, or any creative pursuit which involves great muse and motivation from the subconscious energies of the human being really, made the mistake of thinking more and using freely flowing imagination less. And I suspect this is the main reason people have designed this “Writer’s Block” that is affecting most of the world’s creativity process. Intelligence is a tool we have to criticize and analyze, to discern what is good and what is not; however, intelligence is just that, a tool, and shouldn’t get in the way of deep and great creativity, or in the way of the wonderful creative process which emerges from beyond our intelligence or intellect–i.e., which emerges from beyond the conscious, analytic mind of man.

See, the creative process involves forming wild and fantastical images, sensory, emotional and highly intuitive data in your mind’s eye; so, this must be richly loaded with free range of colors, ideas, textures, environments, situations perhaps outside of what is “normal”, etc., and therefore there is no room for the rigidity of analysis or critics–because analysis or critics may destroy the rich creativity. Creativity must run free and inspirational, not be tied down to a certain way of society or to a rule of creation aspect. See, using psychology and some ideas extracted from the world of thought and shape we all know is fine to give some structure to the creation itself, but this structure means limitation and rules, so the real creativity comes before all structure and rule take place, and it does not come to your mind forced by you.

The process is not something you force like you force a thought created by a desire, but it is crucial to understand that you have to sit down and free your mind from the imposed rules and expected shapes of a narrative and characters; so, do not worry about what is strategic and real when you create a story or a character, specially when writing a screenplay (because screenwriters are mostly tied down by structure and rules), because that can come later when doing the editing work. First you have to lose yourself in imagination, lose all inhibition and fear of messing up, without the impositions of your mind criticizing and analyzing your every mental move. Respect the uniqueness of your higher mind (the subconscious) by letting it create apart from the noise and constant chatter of your monkey mind (your conscious).

A highly creative story is about emotional connection, perhaps of fantastical themes depending on the genre, it is about designing a new paradigm and way of experiencing in people; so, if the writer created with impositions and rules, then, the “magic” for people reading the writer’s work is gone, the substance made out of your deeper imagination is gone, marred by the rules and impositions your analytical mind has created.

Have this mentioned thought in mind whenever you sit down to write anything creative, or whenever you paint, because if you do so it will save you a lot of mental energy being wasted and stress being pushed into the process.

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