My boy, who is nine, said to me, “Mom, I know it’s weird, but I don’t think I’m alive. I don’t think you’re alive either.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued. “Do tell!”
“Well, I’m not me, and you’re not you; we’re just atoms.” Continue reading
My boy, who is nine, said to me, “Mom, I know it’s weird, but I don’t think I’m alive. I don’t think you’re alive either.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued. “Do tell!”
“Well, I’m not me, and you’re not you; we’re just atoms.” Continue reading
Namaste!
My name is Kheyala. I used to post regularly on the HarshaSatsang list 10 years ago, and I am the author of the article “Satsang with Robert Adam”. Recently, Harsha-ji again ihvited me to be a contributor to his site. My style can be edgy, but if Harsha-ji’s not afraid to have me post here, then I am not afraid to do it! Continue reading
Bhagawan Sri Ramana Maharshi,untill his realization in Madurai, outwardly lead a life of average human being. At his school he is was more interested in games than studies. His performance at school was average. Some of the things noted about Bhagavan are that his sleep was very deep and that he was quite taken by the devotion of the 63 Saivite saints.
At the time of his death experience Sri Ramana did Self-inquiry spontaneously without knowing that it was Self-inquiry. He was witnessing the event of death with full awareness.
Being willing to sit honestly with yourself in the darkest of dark nights is a gift to the world. When we can sit in our own deepest pain with a willingness to accept it as it is, to forgive it, or even to just be with the experience; we begin to break down the cycle of authorship, projection and blame. Continue reading
The following article is an excerpt out of “Diary of a mystic Yogi” by Christine Wushke, which can be viewed here. Continue reading
Once upon a time in the land of fictional characters created to illustrate certain valuable lessons, there lived a woman named Liberated Sage.
Liberated Sage was one of the few people in the world who had successfully climbed to the summit of the thirty thousand foot mountain called Mount Freedom. She liked the summit so much she decided to stay there and live on the summit permanently.
Liberated Sage had read all of the books that had been written about how to climb Mount Freedom and she had read almost all of the books written about mountain climbing in general. Continue reading
Three Day Mountain Isolation Retreat: Journal Entry #3:
Day Three: Sunday morning I was sitting in my little cabin and the sun was shining through the window. I wanted to sit in the sun for a while so I closed my eyes and was just enjoying the warmth. Just like the previous day i began to notice a strong buzzing underneath me, as if the floor and chair were vibrating. At some point I became aware of an inner expansion, which I just allowed to unfold in front of me. Continue reading
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