Science asks How; Philosophy asks Why; Nature doesn’t give a shit.
In the Verse 24 of “Reality in Forty Verses”, Ramana Maharshi says that neither the insentient body says “I”, nor the sentient, self-effulgent, ever-present Consciousness says “I”. Between them, the Ahamkara (ego-self) rises as “I” and ties both of them together and it is known as Chit-Jada Granthi (Sentient-Insentient Knot). This knot needs to be cut using Viveka, the sword of reasoning and discrimination. The non-emergence of the egoistic “I” is the pure state of being. To destroy the ego, the source of its emergence has to be sought by digging deep and turning the mind inwards. Then the Ahamkara (ego-self) subsides and the experience of the Self emerges as the real “I” – “I” – “I”.Arun Kumar, Author of “Pearls of Vedic Wisdom to Succeed” on Quora
I came from brilliancy.
And return to brilliancy.
What is this?
The poem was one line short of the customary four, so the disciple said: “Master, we are one line short.”
Hoshin, with the roar of a conquering lion, shouted “Kaa!” and was gone.
Before I was born, there was nothing that distinguished me from the galaxy and after I die there will be nothing to distinguish me from it. But now there is something that separates us, but I don’t really know what it is.
Stephen Damon, a Soto Zen priest who leads a small Zen group in San Francisco writes:
“After settling into a daily home practice and attending monthly one-day sittings for a while I began to sense that the great question of life and death was my question. The question became my “center of gravity” around which the rest of my life—in the Zendo and out in the streets—revolved. Most important, I felt an urgency, not to find an answer but to become more intimate with question, until I became the question. In a very deep sense, I was no longer “Stephen” or “Korin” or a Buddhist, I was the question of what is life and death. Over the years this question has deepened and broadened to include everything. And every time I take my seat at home or in a zendo and every time I pick up a sutra or any book on Zen I am that question.
If a book does not offer a response to the question I file it away, but if it does offer something, or if it does open me up to a place in myself that can respond to the question I keep it close by to come back to often. I will keep Hoshin’s poem in my mind and heart always. While the three lines are powerful, what is even more powerful is the emptiness of the fourth line. Every Buddhist teaching is incomplete and must be completed in oneself. Hoshin’s poem, while eloquent in its succinctness was incomplete until he yelled “KAA!” Perhaps, a death poem should be only three lines to be completed by an expression of a person’s last moment. Some may yell out something, and some may gently and peacefully breathe out one last breath and watch it blend with the air around him or her—into the Great Silence behind everything.”
“As Terence McKenna observed, “Modern science is based on the principle: ‘Give us one free miracle and we’ll explain the rest.’ The one free miracle is the appearance of all the mass and energy in the universe and all the laws that govern it in a single instant from nothing.”Rupert Sheldrake, Morphic Resonance: The Nature of Formative Causation
सतसंगत्वे , निसंगत्वे ।
निसंगत्वे , निरमोहत्वे।।
निरमोहत्वे , निश्चलतत्वम ।
निश्चलतत्वे ,जिवनमुक्ति ।।
सत् के सगंत मे हो तो, बुराइयां आप का साथ छोड़ देगी।
बुराई का साथ छुटेगा तो,मोह माय़ा से मुक्त हो जाओगे ।।
मोह माया छुटने पर ,समभाव की भावना आती है ।
समभाव की भावना से, जिवन की मुक्ति होती है।।
य़ोग रतोवा, भोग रतोवा ।
सगं रतोवा,सगं विहीनह् ।।
यसय बार्ह्मणी, रमते चित्हः ।
ननंदति ननंदति ननंदतेवा् ।।
चाहे आप य़ोग में हो या भोग में हो
किसी के संग मे हो, य़ा किसी के संग के बिना हो वह प्राणी जो ब्रह्माण के रचयीता को ध्यान मे रखता है,या फिऱ ब्रहम को चित्त में रखता है वह व्य़क्ति हमेंशा आनंद आनंद आनंदमय़ रहता है ।।
Sadhana is a practice; it is a discipline; it is a manner of streamlining one’s life – conducting oneself in daily life in a specifically ordered and scientific way. Doing anything that one thinks, going anywhere one likes – that is not a disciplined life. Even if it is necessary for you to do varieties of things in a particular day, those varieties have to be beautifully blended into the pattern of a unity, which is the day for you. The whole day is a unity of purpose. In every act of ours, every day, we are expected to take a further step of advance towards the realisation of Truth, an advance in the direction of Reality, which means to say an effort in the direction of imbibing in one’s own personal life those characteristics which are to be found in Reality Itself.Swami Krishnananda
If your efforts in life have not made you a little happier than you were yesterday, your efforts in any direction whatsoever are a waste.Swami Krishnananda
Truth is a pathless land.J. Krishnamurti
If I don’t care for myself, who else will?Dipanshu Rawal, Quora user
If I don’t invest in myself, who else will?
If I don’t create a life I want to live, who else will?
If I don’t pause and reflect on my current state, who else will?
If I don’t develop patience, stillness, and peace in myself, who else will?
When you can’t find the sunshine, be the sunshine.
The what-ifs and the should-haves will eat your brain.
-John O’ Callaghan
Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?Abraham Lincoln
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.Søren Kierkegaard
The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.Abigail Van Buren
அன்பே உன் அன்னை
அறிவே உன் தந்தை
உலகே உன் கோவில்
ஒன்றே உன் தேவன்
Talent is God given. Be humble.
Fame is man-given. Be grateful.
Conceit is self-given. Be careful.
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.
To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.
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
Possession of material riches, without inner peace, is like dying of thirst while bathing in a lake.Paramhansa Yogananda
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