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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Why Does the Soul search for Peace, Love and Happiness?

The search for true values is a constant preoccupation. In body-consciousness we mistakenly think that the physical world and physical relations can provide peace, love and happiness. However these are not the properties of matter, not of the physical identity, but the true characteristics of the soul. This has to be realised.

Imagine a scene in which you are surrounded by all your favourite things; food, music, fragrance, scenery and companions. Just about to enjoy your meal, the telephone rings and you are told that a person close to you has just dies. Instantly, that scene of "favourites" melts into an insipid and superficial experience. Something has happened that shakes the soul and it can no longer enjoy those things. At the same time it finds itself inadequate in the face of the bad news as understanding and power are missing. Life is full of experiences such as this and it becomes clear that physical things are not the sources of peace, love and happiness, but that understanding and inner strength are.

One of the basic facts of human psychology is that we do not seek or desire something that has not been experienced previously. For example, if one has never tasted a mango, there cannot be a burning desire to have a mango. This suggests that desires might be arising from previous life experiences. Infact, it is impossible for a human being to act or desire outside the field of his or her own experience. The search for peace, love and happiness is so fundamental to the human spirit because these are the original and true qualities of the soul itself.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Forms of Body-Consciousness - Lust

Souls are points of light without gender. Love is natural between them. Seen in this light, lust and frustration are only due to a lack of real love. Transitory sexual enslaved enjoyment is nothing compared to the loss of awareness it entails. We understand that there can be no lust between souls.

I see all others with pure brotherly vision. I love the soul, not the outwardly shape and form of the soul's body. Lust robs me of physical and spiritual strength and leads me even more deeply into sense-gratification. Trapped in the world of flesh and bones I am a slave to colour, form and touch. Throung the loss of reason and self-awareness, I fall into attachment.

The curtain descends on my power of discrimination as the intellect is weakened. Lust is a feeling that waxes and wanes. As it waxes, correspondingly, spiritual vision and understanding dims. As it wanes I come back to my senses. The desire to satisfy the sexual craving is perhaps the most basic of instincts related to body-consciousness. The egocentric desire to safisfy, basically the sense of touch, robs the soul not only of its reasoning power but also of its self-respect.

When there is the realisation of the power of the soul and of the opportunity to be an instrument for world benefit, sexual desire can be sublimated easily. As the soul is involved in uplifting others, assisting in their spiritual birth, the constant preoccupation with sex and its ramifications, that normally assails someone living in the Iron Age, fades very naturally. Eventually the emotional storms that accompany it cease. In fact, when the sense organs are used in service of others, the karmic reaction is that they are purified.

Friday, August 10, 2007

The Benefits of the Knowledge of the Cycle

In meditation the soul is able to fly above all limitations and sees and feels the reality of the Golden Age. If the soul allows itself to slip back into ordinary every day consciousness, just by seeing and relating to the impure world around it, it may feel that the Golden Age is a fantasy. However if there is true soul-consciousness and the experience of the original stat of the soul, then the aim and object is attained. In a cycle we are merely becoming what we were. In a cycle the past is the future, and the present is the future.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Inspiring Stories - A Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read, beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn- not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you. "The weed before me was dying or dead, not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied,"Thanks, just what I need. But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see he was blind. I heard my voice quiver, tears shone in the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand, about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Confluence Age - The Age of Illumination

When there is the absolute decline of practised truth, it is then necessary to re-establish the world of truth. The one eternal Seed, the one who is able to perceive all events of all time periods, comes to reveal the story of our history. It is a story of long ago but of only yesterday. That story of a world of truth, of love, joy and purity stirs deep feelings from the long buried past in our hearts; how these original divine human beings danced their way gradually into the stage of distress and then searched to re-discover that world. What were living memories had faded into forgotten dreams. But now the vision of a united and spiritually regenerated humanity, something that all religions have dreamed about, is given concrete existence in His teaching and yoga with us.


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