My awareness is a
mirror. It reflects me to myself. So I see myself only. All that I see, all that
I experience, is my own self. This whole world is me, a reflection of myself. I
contain this world which has arisen in me as an experience. Space and time are
thoughts in me. I am not delimited by a subset of my thoughts. So I exist beyond
space and time. I am immortal. I am free.
Since I am the
whole world and beyond it too, I cannot die. I exist, my awareness exists, when
time itself is not there. So I was never born, I can never die.
Since I am the
whole world, I am not a part of it, particularly, the part which appears to me
as my body. When others say I am dead, no more, and my body is burning, I see
myself through the millions of others' eyes I have. When I am seeing my body
burn, how could I have died?
What is death?
Moving awareness away from a particular time or place makes that particular time
or place die. Lack of awareness is death. It's like sleeping. But, I wake up in
a different body, casting away all my previous ideas into the waste paper basket
of the past. Some times, I may pick up a discarded paper from the basket. That's
when I remember a past life experience.
The process of
death is not unfamiliar to me. I can be aware of my foot. Now, I can be aware of
my hand. When I am aware of my foot, I am not aware of my hand, I don't know if
it was there. Next moment when I become aware of it, it came to being. Birth
and death, these are continuously happening every moment. They are painless. I
cannot be afraid of birth, I cannot be afraid of death, since I am not afraid of
passage of time. Then why and how can I be afraid of death? Of stoppage of time?
Death is my friend not to be afraid of, nor wept for. Death is a celebration, to
be enjoyed, like throwing away useless torn clothes.
Death does not
exist. Nor does birth. Nor does growth. The world is a constant invariant. That
contains all experiences which flow in time. It is full when time flows. It is
empty when time does not flow.
Whatever I see is
myself. This is a fundamental truth. From this all possible interpretations of
truth flow. What is truth?
Truth is that
which is not limited by space, time or matter. It exists everywhere, always, in
every thing. So it is called pervasive (Vishnu), immortal (Kaala), and matter
(Brahma). Truth is also called existence (Brahma), consciousness (Shiva), and
Each aspect of
truth implies the other two; so there is only one, the unity of the three. How
Can anything that does not exist be conscious or bliss? Deny consciousness. Can
anything exist or be blissful? Deny bliss. Can any consciousness or existence be
without pain or pleasure or peace (all three aspects of bliss)? So each implies
the other two. They are all one.
I love myself. I
am the world. Put these two together. I get: I love the world, the whole of it,
because it is a part of me. I love this world as it is; all its vices, all its
If I see something
I don't like, it is like a bad thought in me. I do not hate it, I love it still,
because it is also me. Now I get the idea: love overcomes hate, it is the answer
I believe in
myself. What else is there to believe in, when the whole world is myself? My
belief in myself means that I believe in the world.
I have a choice.
To be morose and depressed. To be happy and joyful. No matter what happens to
me, or to my kith and kin. I choose to be happy and joyful. No matter what
do go wrong. Like sometimes, I get bad thoughts in me. Let them go wrong. Its
alright to let go off things. To happen the way they want to. This is the
formula for peace. To let go of control. This is sometimes called surrender.
Suppose a part of
me, say my little finger of my leg is hurting. I don't take a stone and hurt it
more, because it is hurting me. On the contrary, I take pains to nurture it, to
relieve the pain. Suppose someone hurts me badly. That one is a part of me. It
is my duty to nourish that one, remove the ignorance there. All I have to do to
remove my hurt, my injury is to take away my awareness from that experience.
That gives me an idea; my awareness gives energy to a thought.
My awareness is
like a magnifying glass. It amplifies what I focus it on. It manifests that, by
not lending my awareness. I will not afford the luxury of allowing negative
thoughts. Because they are nourished by awareness, they grow on it, they
manifest it, they attract everything that increases that particular brand of
The answer to
violence is love and reconstruction of the lost links of communication. The
answer to violence is never fresh violence. In this lies the art of survival, in
the mundane sense.
I will lend my
thoughts to harmony. My whole existence is devoted to that single cause. Harmony
allows different notes to play without interfering with each other. Harmony
allows freedom and discipline. Harmony is an aesthetic combination of liberty
and bondage. I love it. It pleases me. It pleases everyone.
poison cannot kill me (the whole world), I choose still to eat food, not poison.
That is my choice. I take what nourishes me.
I am nourished by
love. Love that I can give to other parts of me. And the love other parts of me
give to me. If I can be of any use to anyone, I will let them use it. If this
particular body, mind or intellect are any use to some `others', what better
pleasure is there for me than offer it in service? Is it not like my hand taking
a soap and washing other parts of my body to help them become fresh?
I love to see
beauty all around me. I love to see people's happiness. It is my commitment to
see every living being happy. I nourish my love by expressing it, not containing
it. The more I give love, the more I get it. So the more I give. It is my nature
to give, to share my love, peace, happiness with everyone. Not silently in my
mind, but by and through actions.
I nourish my
negatives, such as fears, lust, anger, greed, possessiveness, pride, jealousy
and hatred by containing them, not expressing them. I transform them into
fearlessness, love, calm, sharing, letting go, humility, fun and regard
respectively by not lending my awareness or thinking to them.