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And
for that, it journeys miles, through hostile and alien terrains, exhausted
by the effort and drying to a trickle sometimes, and at other times swelling
with the spate of its own ebullience. It chooses to flow through the lowest
surfaces after starting from a majestic height but rejects no path, to
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journey of such inordinate love and passion for its union with
what is in essence its own vastness. And even though all rivers
must lose their identity, even the holiest of holy rivers the
Ganga, disappears into the indistinct waters of the ocean. But
for the river the ocean is the beloved, and the moment of union
is the moment of surrender. But what is the union into? ITSELF.
The ocean is just the expansion of the water which was once a
mere trickle in its own comparison. Separation creates the illusion
of two. The river and the ocean. Merging ends the illusion and
duality and the merging is into a vaster form of itself. Birth
and death create the illusion of separation and duality for man.
Discovering your essential Self ends the duality hence all suffering
caused by the illusion. You KNOW yourself to be a part of the
Superconsciousness which we call God/ Divine/ Infinite. And you
grow to live life like a God/Goddess like a Master/ Mistress of
all that you encounter.
And
along the way the water changes its name and form so many times.
From rivulet, to brook, to a roaring river, from waterfall to
a deep silent pond disappearing sometimes into abysses beneath
the earth, welled somewhere and dammed elsewhere. Think of the
ache, the wait the water suffers when all these forms stem its
journey for a while. Only few rivers are lucky enough to make
a straight powerful route to the ocean. |
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And
along the way its nature is merely for nourishing everything that it encounters,
flowing to give all who seek at its shores, denying none. Whether in spate
or drought, its beds enrich all with different gifts. Carrying the loads
of our filth, effluents of our dead and abandoned, it continues to flow
when it sees the foolishness of those who sully the very gift it brings.
Unrepentant humanity which takes seed and burgeons at its shores only
to dump its wastes in the very nectar that it draws life from. |
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The
water is your essential Self. We have known it by many names such as soul
/ spirit / Divine essence / higher self. But all these words have not
helped us either seek or find it. Largely because religious lingo, notions
of God and man and even modern day healing cults have all claimed these
and we are repulsed by all the isms that they have started to carry alongside. |
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So
let us simply call it the Self. The one that is your essence and is linked
to the cosmic dance in ways which, once discovered, transform you into
the cosmic dancer. No longer will you live this laboured life in powerless,
harried pens. You will be the dancer and the dance and the puzzle of life
will turn into the laughter of its celebration. |
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So
understand the Self as the river, whose essence is the same as the
snow from which it descends, i.e you take birth into form and the
ocean into which it merges i.e the Super Consciousness towards which
you naturally must flow. Life then is the journey of the river between
the snow and the ocean. The baby cries out at birth because it feels
the shock of leaving the majestic height of its higher Self behind.
And like the river you must carve and curve around the resistance
of life events. Pain, traumas, failure, loss and separation all
carve into you, unlike the river which carves into them and flows
along. The river is far superior to man in its purpose, ingenuity
and awareness. It knows how to ride the hardest surfaces (the stones
and earth) and soften them by staying true to its own nature -flowing,
perennially flowing. |
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We
forget to flow, we stop, change course, turn into cess pools of suffering,
anger, hostility and rage against ourselves. We develop a massive victim
psyche where we fester and stagnate as every new block affirms the conspiracy
of the universe to destroy us. But the river full of filth and effluents,
flows on knowing well that it is only the flow which will rid it of all
the gathered impurities. Stagnation will only poison its waters further. |
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We
believe in stagnation, in fact humans love to get stuck in the past, in
memories of pain, loss, in times gone by etc. All of which, congeal into
a giant mass called the Victim Psyche. A pocket of deep, dank emotions
where like a caveman we hide what we know as our spirit. Not surprisingly
this spirit is bent over with the weariness of life, with self-doubt,
hate, bitterness and voluminous anger at everyone, everything and ourselves.
This is the spirit behind the being that you are and know. The spirit
in stagnation. |
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To
discover your true spirit is the journey to the Self. A journey
to freedom / liberation / nirvana / bliss or moksha. All these
terms are synonymous and speak about the same wonderous state
which is your natural calling. The calling of your true Self.
The Self which is your essence. Your essence which is like water.
Here in life to complete a fascinating journey of movement and
flow. A flow which welcomes change, which seeks only its own vastness,
which knows that the vastness and infinity is its destiny and
which makes that its purpose and challenge.
This
site is a journey to learning again how to flow, to desist and
discard all that causes stagnation, to release your Self from
the cave of its fears, misery, hopelessness and mistrust. It is
about witnessing the light and wonder of your Self and living
life as celebration, as a dance of ecstasy.
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Hear
the sound of running water today as if for the first time and you will
hear celebration, ecstasy and water dancing. Hear it as an invitation,
a song of your essence. |
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