Searching

Ver. 2

KNOWLEDGE OF THE SELF   by Prem Rawat

IN THIS LIFE you are a solitary traveler. And if you don’t understand the nature of the journey, you will get lost, because life is the only journey that, by default, cannot go in a circle.

The agent that doesn’t allow you to go around in a circle is called time. Even if today you do exactly the same thing that you did yesterday, it won’t be yesterday. It’ll be today. And if you plan to do tomorrow exactly what you did today, it still won’t be today; it will be tomorrow. You can’t go around in circles. So where are you headed? Where is this journey of life taking you?

THE RIVER OF LIFE

There are three major events that happen: One is birth. One is existence. And you know the third one, right? Everybody knows the certainty of that one.

The river of life begins with a drop, and it stops when it merges into the ocean. I am not talking about the first drop or about the merging. I am talking about the flow. In this journey of life, you’re flowing.

I am talking about the solitary journey of a human being. This is just about you and the breath that comes into you and fulfills you. I’m talking about the kindness that you have been given that you do not see as a miracle.

It is so unfortunate that you do not see your existence as a miracle until it is too late. Bad habit. Bad idea. You can change that. You can do something about it — start to witness it.

Here is the most normal thing that happens. The most incredible normal thing. It does not even take an effort. Breath comes into you. And it fills you. With what? It fills you with life. You live. You exist. You can think, you can see, you can admire. You can touch, feel, analyze, laugh, cry. You can be a dad, a mom, a brother, a sister; you can be whatever you are. Courtesy of life. Incredible miracle. Unbelievable. And it comes and it goes. Can you feel it? Can you capture its essence — as a moment? Can you be fulfilled by it? The answer is yes.

http://www.wopg.org/en/downloads/p dfdownloads/127-knowledge-of-the-self

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Property

Parcela

Property: Something that is owned; A piece of real estate, such as a parcel of land; The exclusive right of possessing, enjoying and disposing of a thing ...I wonder if anyone could gave a good life to his family with this kind of property.No credits from banksNo government supportLow pricesand so on...
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Gleam in someone's lake

Chapultepec Lake

“A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.”

“The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.”

“An average man is too concerned with liking people or with being liked himself. A warrior likes, that’s all. He likes whatever or whomever he wants, for the hell of it.”

“Feeling important makes one heavy, clumsy and vain. To be a warrior one needs to be light and fluid.”

“A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he’s clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.”

“There’s no emptiness in the life of a warrior. Everything is filled to the brim. Everything is filled to the brim, and everything is equal.”

“All of us, whether or not we are warriors, have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between the average person and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this and stays alert, deliberately waiting, so that when this cubic centimeter of chance pops out, it is picked up.”

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

“For a warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn’t use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.”

“My laughter … is real, but it is also controlled folly because it is useless; it changes nothing and yet I still choose to do it. … I am happy because I choose to look at things that make me happy…”

“The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens up after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue.”

“The world is a mystery. This, what you’re looking at, is not all there is to it. There is much more to the world, so much more, in fact, that it is endless. So when you’re trying to figure it out, all you’re really doing is trying to make the world familiar. You and I are right here, in the world that you call real, simply because we both know it.” 

Carlos Castaneda

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Hailstorm

Hard hailstorm arriving yesterday in afternoon at the city by west side hills.
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Flor de Mayo / Mother's Day

From previous posts

Cosmic Mother

Friday Sunbath

Neoliberalism

Rebozo

Hopeless

Atrium

Flor de Agosto

Misty

Flor de Mayo / May Flower

An ounce  of mother is worth a ton of priest.

Spanish Proverb.

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