Possession of material riches, without inner peace, is like dying of thirst while bathing in a lake.Paramhansa Yogananda
Spontaneous, true action happens naturally when there is no ‘you’ checking whether the action confirms to your idea of what is best for you.
– Ramesh Balsekar
Spontaneous, true action happens naturally when there is no ‘you’ checking whether the action confirms to your idea of what is best for you.
– Ramesh Balsekar
Inwardly be free of all hopes and desires, but outwardly do what needs to be done. Without hopes in your heart, live as if you were full of hopes. Live your heart now cool and now warm, just like every one else. Inwardly give up the idea ‘I am the doer’, yet outwardly engage in all activities. This is how to live in the world, completely free from the least trace of ego.
When the goal of spiritual life is reached, there remains only compassion in the heart.
The individual ‘I’ exists for as long as there is desire for pleasure.
Just as rivers flow from east and west to merge with one sea, forgetting that they were ever separate rivers, so all beings lose their separateness when they eventually merge into pure Being.
– Chandogya Upanishad
Death is not the extinguishing of the light, but blowing out of the candle because the dawn has come.
– Rabindranath Tagore
As long as there is a ‘who’ asking the questions, that ‘who’ will continue to remain puzzled.
– Ramesh Balsekar
Whatever decision we think we are making is actually being made for us, because the decision is the end result of a thought and we have no control over the arising of the thought.
– Ramesh Balsekar
The Atman is the witness of the mind and its workings.
The self exists both inside and outside the physical body, just like an image exists within and outside the mirror.
– Ashtavakra Gita
A poor devotee points to the sky and says, ‘God is up there’. An average devotee says, ‘God dwells in the heart as the Inner Master’. The best devotee says, ‘God alone is and everything I perceive is a form of God’.
The moon is one, but on agitated water it produces many reflections. Similarly, ultimate reality is one, yet it appears to be many in a mind agitated by thoughts.
“One of the very worst uses of time is to do something very well that need not to be done at all.”Brian Tracy
Light to-morrow with to-day!Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Romance of the Swan’s Nest
The field is the sole governing agency of the particle.Albert Einstein
And when people believe they are powerless, they become irresponsible.Bruce Lipton
“Where your attention goes, your time goes.”Idowu Koyenikan
Text below is reproduced from “A Search in Secret India” published from London in 1934 by Dr. Paul Brunton where in he describes Ramana Maharishi.
There is something in this man which holds my attention as steel filings are held by a magnet. I cannot turn my gaze away from him. I become aware of a silent, resistless change, which is taking place within my mind. One by one, the questions which I prepared with such meticulous accuracy drop away. I know only that a steady river of quietness seems to be flowing near me; that a great peace is penetrating the inner reaches of my being, and that my thought-tortured brain is beginning to arrive at some rest. I perceive with sudden clarity that intellect creates its own problems and then makes itself miserable trying to solve them. This is indeed a novel concept to enter the mind of one who has hitherto placed such high value upon intellect.
I surrender myself to the steadily deepening sense of restfulness. The passage of time now provokes no irritation, because the chains of mind-made problems are being broken and thrown away. And then, little by little, a question takes the field of consciousness. Does this man, the Maharshi, emanate the perfume of spiritual peace as the flower emanates fragrance from its petals? I begin to wonder whether by some radioactivity of the soul, some unknown telepathic process, the stillness which invades the troubled water of my soul really comes from him.The peace overwhelms me.
The Maharshi turns and looks down into my face; I, in turn, gaze expectantly up at him. I become aware of a mysterious change taking place with great rapidity in my heart and mind. The old motives which have lured me on begin to desert me. The urgent desires which have sent my feet hither and thither vanish with incredible swiftness. The dislikes, misunderstandings, coldness and selfishness which have marked my dealings with many of my fellows collapse into the abyss of nothingness. An untellable peace falls upon me and I know that there is nothing further that I shall ask from life.
The Sage seems to carry something of great moment to me, yet I cannot easily determine its precise nature. It is intangible, imponderable, perhaps spiritual. Each time I think of him a peculiar sensation pierces me and causes my heart to throb with vague but lofty expectations.
I look at the Sage. He sits there on Olympian heights and watches the panorama of life as one apart. There is a mysterious property in this man which differentiates him from all others I have met.
He remains mysteriously aloof even when surrounded by his own devotees, men who have loved him and lived near him for years. Sometimes I catch myself wishing that he would be a little more human, a little more susceptible to what seems so normal to us.
Why is it that under his strange glance I invariably experience a peculiar expectancy, as though some stupendous revelation will soon be made to me? This man has freed himself from all problems, and no woe can touch him.
The Sage seems to speak not as a philosopher, not as a pandit trying to explain his own doctrine, but rather out of the depth of his own heart.
I am not religious but I can no more resist the feeling of increasing awe which begins to grip my mind than a bee can resist a flower in all its luscious bloom. The [Maharshi’s] hall is becoming pervaded with a subtle, intangible and indefinable power which affects me deeply. I feel, without doubt and without hesitation, that the centre of this mysterious power is no other than the Maharshi himself.
His eyes shine with astonishing brilliance. Strange sensation begins to arise in me. Those lustrous orbs seem to be peering into the inmost recesses of my soul. In a peculiar way, I feel aware of everything he can see in my heart. His mysterious glance penetrates my thoughts, my emotions and my desires; I am helpless before it.
At first, his disconcerting gaze troubles me; I become vaguely uneasy. I feel he has perceived pages that belong to a past, which I have forgotten. He knows it all, I am certain. I am powerless to escape; somehow, I do not want to, either.
I become aware that he is definitely linking my own mind with his, that he is provoking my heart into that state of starry calm, which he seems perpetually to enjoy. In this extraordinary peace, I find a sense of exaltation and lightness. Time seems to stand still. My heart is released from its burden of care. Never again, I feel, shall the bitterness of anger and the melancholy of unsatisfied desire afflict me. My mind is submerged in that of the Maharshi and wisdom is now at its perihelion. What is this man’s gaze but a thaumaturgic wand, which evokes a hidden world of unexpected splendour before my profane eyes?
So my challenge to you is what if you didn’t have to do anything about anything, at all? Nothing at all to do, nothing at all to do about anything. Yes, make a cup of tea, because that doesn’t give you any trouble; whatever it is you have to do…, but it’s not accompanied by this idea that ‘There is something I need to do to be stable in the Awareness’ …because I tell you, that is a trap! Forget about it. If you touch this idea, you believe it instantly into existence; and then you have to believe another idea to remove it. So why not drop both ideas in the first place, and stay where You Are? You are simply Here in which all that arises for You, including the sense of spirituality…, forget about spirituality then. Forget about enlightenment. And forget about ‘you’ also. And what remains here? That which cannot be gotten rid of remains. It’s just that. Simpler than simple.Mooji
” In the ordinary man, when a thought occurs, the ego takes delivery of it as ‘my thought’ and gets involved. In the Enlightened sage, when a thought arises, witnessing happens, and involvement with the thought does not take place.”Ramana Maharshi
Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.
– Jean Paul Sartre
Mental models are to your brain as apps are to your smartphone.Jayme Hoffman
Space is motionless, pure, and clean. In the same way, Parabrahman (Absolute Reality) is clean, pure and motionless. In this Parabrahman was born the power “to know.” Brahman, or Atman, means knowing oneself. Moolamaya (Primordial Illusion), etc., are merely names. Some say that space is Brahman. Awareness has many names like Ishwara, Atman, Shiva, etc. But its true nature is Parabrahman. It has no name. That is why it is said to be beyond Brahman (Para means beyond). The impulse of Awareness is the Primordial Illusion. Everything except Parabrahman has names, and everything that has a name, perishes. Whatever has a name does not have a permanent existence, and therefore, it is absolutely false.Shri Siddharameshwar Maharaj, Book “Amrut Laya”
વૈષ્ણવ જન તો તેને કહિયે |
જે પીડ પરાઈ જાણે રે
પર દુ:ખે ઉપકાર કરે તો યે
મન અભિમાન ન આણે રે. ॥ધૃ॥
वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये |
जे पीड परायी जाणे रे ।
पर दुःखे उपकार करे तो ये
मन अभिमान न आणे रे ॥
vaiṣṇava jana to tene kahiye |
je pīḍa parāyī jāṇe re,
para duḥkhe upakāra kare to ye
mana abhimāna na āṇe re
Call those people Vaishnavas who|
Feel the pain of others,
Help those who are in misery,
But never let self-conceit enter their mind.
સકળ લોકમાં સહુને વંદે, |
નિંદા ન કરે કેની રે
વાચ કાછ મન નિર્મળ રાખે
ધન ધન જનની તેની રે. ॥૧॥
सकळ लोकमां सहुने वंदे, |
निंदा न करे केनी रे ।
वाच काछ मन निश्चळ राखे,
धन धन जननी तेनी रे ॥
sakaḷa loka māṁ sahune vande, |
nindā na kare kenī re,
vāca kācha mana nischala raakhe,
dhana dhana jananī tenī re
They respect the entire world,|
Do not disparage anyone,
Keep their words, actions and thoughts pure,
The mother of such a soul is blessed.
સમદૃષ્ટિ ને તૃષ્ણા ત્યાગી |
પરસ્ત્રી જેને માત રે
જિહ્વા થકી અસત્ય ન બોલે
પરધન નવ ઝાલે હાથ રે. ॥૨॥
समदृष्टि ने तृष्णा त्यागी, |
परस्त्री जेने मात रे ।
जिह्वा थकी असत्य न बोले,
परधन नव झाले हाथ रे ॥
sama-dṛṣṭi ne tṛṣṇā tyāgī, |
para-strī jene māta re,
jihvā thakī asatya na bole,
para-dhana nava jhāle hātha re
They see all equally, renounce craving,|
Respect other women as their own mother,
Their tongue never utters false words,
Their hands never touch the wealth of others.
મોહ માયા વ્યાપે નહિ જેને, |
દૃઢ વૈરાગ્ય જેના મનમાં રે
રામ નામ શુ તાળી રે લાગી
સકળ તીરથ તેના તનમાં રે. ॥૩॥
मोह माया व्यापे नहि जेने, |
दृढ़ वैराग्य जेना मनमां रे ।
रामनाम शुं ताळी रे लागी,
सकळ तीरथ तेना तनमां रे ॥
moha māyā vyāpe nahi jene, |
dhruda-vairāgya jenā manamāṁ re,
rāma-nāma shu tāḷī lāgī,
sakaḷa tīratha tenā tanamāṁ re
They do not succumb to worldly attachments,|
They are firmly detached from the mundane,
They are enticed by the name of Rama,
All places of pilgrimage are embodied in them.
વણ લોભી ને કપટ રહિત છે, |
કામ ક્રોધ નિવાર્યાં રે
ભણે નરસૈયો તેનું દર્શન કરતાં
કુળ એકોતેર તાર્યાં રે. ॥૪॥
वणलोभी ने कपटरहित छे, |
काम क्रोध निवार्या रे ।
भणे नरसैयॊ तेनुं दरसन करतां,
कुळ एकोतेर तार्या रे ॥
vaṇa-lobhī ne kapaṭa-rahita che, |
kāma krodha nivāryā re,
bhaṇe narasaiyo tenuṁ darasana karatāṁ,
kuḷa ekotera tāryā re
They have forsaken greed and deceit,|
They stay afar from lust and anger,
Narsi says: I’d be grateful to meet such a soul,
Whose virtue liberates their entire lineage.
Mahoney: “What is it?”
Mr. Magorium: “It’s the Congreve Cube.”
Mahoney: “It looks like a big block of wood.”
Mr. Magorium: “It is a big block of wood. But now, it’s your big block of wood.”
Mahoney: “Thank you. I was just saying last night I don’t have enough big blocks of wood.”
Mr. Magorium: “Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.”
Mahoney: “Are we going on an adventure? ”
Mr. Magorium: “All I will say is with faith, love, this block and a counting mutant, you may find yourself somewhere you never imagined. ”
There are a million things one might do with a block of wood, but, Mahoney, what do you think might happen if someone just once,believed in it?Edward Magorium, Mr.Magorium’s wonder emporium by Suzanne Weyn
It becomes something truly fantastic and magical because someone believed in it. And isn’t that true for all of us? Belief is empowering; it is a key to unlock the best of what we can become.
-Paul Martins, www.waldenfans.com
But by believing in my children and their intelligence, their talents, their strengths, and most importantly their abilities to overcome their challenges, I open up a world of possibilities to them, the possibilities of growth and change.
-Paul Martins, www.waldenfans.com
Sometimes it’s easy for us to get caught up in all the muck and mire of our lives that we spend little to no time thinking of our congreve cube, like Mahoney did. But in the end that is what will help us get out of the muck. I’m not about to try and tell you what your cube might be, but I do propose you ponder what your congreve cube is, and how you can unlock the power within.
You don’t know what you’re becomingConcluding remarks [Mr. Magorium’s wonder emporium]
Who knows what you’re gonna be
We don’t know where we’re going
We don’t know ’cause we can’t see
If I could tell your future
I’d say love the world you find
In the dark times and the hard questions
Let some sunshine in your mind
Sun is rising
And I think that’s good
Just now realizing
Some things you never thought you were
Your business still sits there like a block of wood with millions of possibilities unexplored. It just needs someone to believe in it again.
– Phil Wezesinski, www.philsforum.com
Believing herself to be unworthy and incapable of owning a magical store, Mahoney puts it up for sale with Henry’s firm overseeing the sale. The store grieves and loses all its magic. All the toys, walls, and even the furniture lose their color, becoming varying shades of gray and black. Eric tries to reason with Mahoney over her decision to sell the store when he sees her at a restaurant playing background music.
Henry meets Mahoney at the store to draw up the sale papers, where he sees the Congreve Cube and asks her about it. When Mahoney confesses her complete faith in the store and the Congreve Cube’s magical ability, the block suddenly springs to life, and proceeds to fly around the store. After witnessing this, Henry faints with shock. When he later awakes and questions Mahoney about it, she tells him that it must have been a dream as she went home the previous night, leaving him to finalize the paperwork for the sale.
Henry is not deterred as he knows Mahoney made the cube fly and though she does not believe she can do magical and wonderful things, he believes in her. Henry realizes Mahoney is the Congreve Cube. The block of wood that can be anything she desires if she can somehow believe in herself. Henry’s whole hearted belief in Mahoney ignites a tiny spark in her and for a second she believes. The store responds to her spark of belief and continues to respond as her confidence builds until the entire store magnificently transforms. The magic and color return as Mahoney’s long awaited symphony comes into existence.
It isn’t until the very end, when she’s struggling with her own feelings of doubt and lack of purpose and non-magical abilities, when someone else shows faith in her. The unimaginative “counting mutant” (accountant) — who, it turns out, needs the Emporium as much as it needs Mahoney — is the one to finally shine the light of truth for her when he asks “What if someone, just once, believed in it?”
Mr. Magorium gave it to her to teach her that she can do amazing things if she believes in herself the same way she believes in the block of wood. Now that Mahoney’s belief in the cube has made it fly, she no longer remembers it and only needs to believe in herself.
-Isolde A Logan
As it turns out, like the store and all its inventory, the Congreve Cube is not magical, by itself. The store turns black and starts misbehaving, none of the toys will work, and the block of wood is still completely inanimate… until Mahoney believed in herself. Not just built up her self-esteem or decided to follow her dreams, but believed in herself, put her faith in herself, and realized that all this time she had been looking for an objective reality—something that existed outside of her—when the inspiration, magic and something-to-believe-in were only real when she believed they were real. They then became real to her. At that point, the magic comes back to the store, the Congreve Cube starts flying around the room, and Mahoney finds her lost “sparkle”.
Two different themes emerge from the depiction of congreve cube:
1. Believing in one’s own self, so that one may grow in strength – in ways one did not believe was possible before
2. Believing in others, to help them be sure of themselves and find their strength.
There is no strength without belief.
Earn with integrity, spend with compassion.Radhanath Swami
He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe.Marcus Aurelius
To attain inner peace you must actually give your life, not just your possesions. When you at last give your life bringing in alignment to your beliefs and the way you live then, and only then, can you begin to find inner peace.Peace Pilgrim
To live worthily with self-respect, one has to over come difficulties. It is out of hard and ceaseless struggle alone that one derives strength, confidence and recognition.BR Ambedkar
Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move.Osho
Fear is there simply because you are not living with life, you are living in your mind.Jaggi Vasudev
All your fears should be examined so that you can remain fearless as long as you live.Swami Rama
Do we not realise that self -respect comes with self-reliance?A P J Abdul Kalam
A man’s value depends upon his courage and resolution, his veracity depends upon his traits of nobility and his chastity depends upon his sense of honour.Hazrat Ali
Don’t hurt your heart. Even if others hurt you it is up to you to accept the hurt and take it to heart. If you don’t accept, it returns back to the giver.Shuddhananda Brahmachari
Nobody can hurt me without my permission.M K Gandhi
Keep up a daily inner smile to fortify a positive attitude no matter what happens.Paula Horan
The great lesson to learn of life is the need of giving out from the abundance of one’s self in order to be ever abundant within one’s self.Walter Russel
Remember, in our inmost being, we are all completely lovable because spirit is love. Beyond what anyone can make you think or feel about yourself, your unconditioned spirit stands, shining with a love nothing can tarnish.Deepak Chopra
Love expects no reward. Love knows no fear. Love Divine gives – does not demand: Love thinks no evil; imputes no motive. To love is to share and serve.Swami Sivananda
Fear arises through identification with form, whether it is material possession, physical body, social role, self-image, thought or an emotion. You are trapped in object consciousness, unaware of the dimension of inner space which alone is true freedom.Eckhart Tolle
If you completely put aside every form of belief, then there is no fear whatsoever.Jiddu Krishnamurti
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do any thing but be yourself.Lao Tzu
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?Albert Camus
“A person is likely to mind his own business when it is worth minding. When it is not, he takes his mind off his own meaningless affairs by minding other people’s business.”Eric Hoffer
ஒழுகு, ஒழுக்கு. இது இரண்டும் சேர்ந்தது ஒழுக்கம். தன்வினையும் பிறவினையுமாக நான் என்ன செய்கிறேனோ, அதை சமூகமும் பின்பற்றி செய்யுமானால் அது ஒழுக்கம்.
கண்ணில் காண்பதும் ரசிப்பதும் அழிந்துபோகும்
kaNNil kaaNbadhum rasippadhum azhindhupOgum
What is seen by eyes and enjoyed will be destroyed
இந்த உடலெனும் காயமும் அழிந்துபோகும்
indha udalenum kaayamum azhindhupOgum
This assembly of parts called body will be destroyed
ஊன்பொருள் தீக்கிரை அழிந்துபோகும்
oonporuL theekkirai azhindhupOgum
Fleshy matter, the food of fire, will be destroyed
இந்த உலகமும் பிரபஞ்சமும் அழிந்துபோகும்
indha ulagamum prabanjamum azhindhupOgum
This world and universe will be destroyed
உடலினை நிஜமென எண்ணி எண்ணி
udalinai niJamena eNNi eNNi
Thinking and considering the body to be true
தினம் உயிரை மாய்த்தவர் கோடி கோடி
thinam uyirai maaithavar kOdi kOdi
Daily lives perish in crores of crores
கோடிப்பணமும் அழிந்து போகும்
koadippaNamum azhindhu poagum
Crores of money will be destroyed
இந்த உலகமும் பிரபஞ்சமும் அழிந்துபோனாலும்
indha ulagamum prabanjamum azhindhupOnaalum
Even if this world and universe are destroyed
அழியாதது உன் பாதம்
azhiyaadhadhu un paadham
Eternal are your feet
பனித்த சடையும் பவளம் போல் மேனியும்
panitha sadaiyum pavaLam pOl mEniyum
Wet locks of hair and coral like body
அழியாதது உன் நாமம்
azhiyaadhadhu un naamam
Eternal is your name
Nama Shivayam Nama Shivayam
கரையாதது மானுட பாவம்
karaiyaadhadhu maanuda paavam
Insoluble is human sin
ஒன்பது குடில்களும் ஆறடி உடம்பும்
onbadhu kudilkaLum aaRadi udampum
Nine spaces and a body six feet
தவறாது என் பற்றறுத்து
thavaRaadhu en patRaRuthu
Without fail cut my attachments
ஏற்றுக்கொள் நடுவா நமச்சிவாயம்
aetRukkoL naduvaa namachchivaayam
Accept me, Server of justice, I bow to you Shiva
நந்தவனத்தில் ஓர் ஆண்டி
nandhdhavanathil Or aaNdi
In the park was a beggar
பத்துமாதமாய்க் குயவனை வேண்டி
pathumaadhamaayk kuyavanai vENdi
For ten months he pleaded the potter
அன்று கொண்டு வந்தான் ஒரு தோண்டி
andRu koNdu vandhaan oru thONdi
On that day brought a pot
அதைக் கூத்தாடி போட்டுடைத்தாண்டி
athai koothaadi pOttudaithaaNdi
Which he broke by dancing around
மீண்டும் பிறந்து அழிந்து பிறந்து
meeNdum piRandhdhu azhindhdhu piRandhdhu
Again being born, dead and born
வஞ்சகம் செய்து தன்னைக் கொண்டாடி
vanjagam seydhu thannaik koNdaadi
Performing deceptions and celebrating the self
உடல் அழிந்து இறுதியில் மண்ணோடு சமாதி
udal azhindhdhu iRudhiyil maNNoadu samaadhi
The body is destroyed and is buried in sand
மும்மலங்களும் அடக்கும் மேனி
mummalangaLum அடக்கும் mEni
Three defects are bound in the body
மெய்ப்பொருள் கண்டு விளங்குமே ஞானி
meyporuLk kaNdu viLanggumae gyaani
The truth is seen and understood by the wise
நித்திரை கலைய நினைவோடிருப்போர்
nithirai kalaiya ninaivoadiruppoar
Awoken from slumber, the ones in their senses
முத்திரை காண உயர்பவர் அன்றோ
muthirai kaaNa uyarpavarandRoa
Raise up to witness the mudra
Killing creatures of the land
Eating what is cooked
Leaving behind what was lost
Taking what was won over
ஆறாத காயம் ருசிப்பது மாட்டார்
aaRaadha kaayam rusippadhu maattaar
Unhealed wounds should not be probed into
தலைகூத்த மார்பை ரசிப்பதற்கு ஒப்பு
thalaigootta maarpai rasippadhaRku oppu
It is like admiring the breast of a headless corpse
ஊழ்வினை உன் வினை
oozhvinai un vinai
Fate, originates in your action
தன்னைச்சுடும் வினை முன் வினை
thannaichchudum vinai mun vinai
Fate that hurts self, is earlier action
அதன் முன் வணங்கிடு தலைவனை
adhan mun vaNanggidu thalaivanai
Before it, worship the Leader
சேர்வாய் காலனை உதைத்த நாயன் நடுவனை
saervaay kaalanai udhaitha naayan naduvanai
You will join, the Lord who kicked yama, Who serves justice
One who is complete, God
Once who is the cause, Bringer of death
One with the might of an elephant, I bow to Shiva
மரணமே வருக வருக
maraNamae varuga varuga
Death! Come, come.
அவன் இருக்க பயம் ஒழிக ஒழிக
avan irukka payam ozhiga ozhiga
In His presence, fear is destroyed
சந்தன குங்கும சாந்தும் பரிமளமும்
sandhdhana kungguma saanthum parimaLamum
Amidst sandal, vermillion paste and fragrances
வித்தைகள் அனைத்தும்கூத்த காமுகனும்
vithaigaL anaithumkootha kaamuganum
Pervert who can play all tricks
காந்தக்கண் கொண்டிருக்கும் மாதவரும் கன்னியரும்
kaandhdhakkaN koNdirukkum maadhavarum kanniyarum
Men and women with eyes like magnet
வெந்த சதை வெந்த சதை நாளை பார் வெந்த சதை
vendhdha sadhai vendhdha sadhai naaLai paar vendhdha sadhai
Watch them all turn to burnt flesh tomorrow
The water bubble will burst
Life will escape the cage
Even shouting wont be possible
Sack cloth will conceal it
It does not matter what is above or below
It does not matter if it is you or me
உயிர்போகும் தருவாயில் ஈசனே சரணாகதி
uyirpoagum tharuvaayil eesanae saraNaagadhi
At the moment of death, God is the only refuge