Tărâmul Esențelor Pure

BINECUVÂNTATĂ SĂ-MI FIE VIAȚA!

🙏Dumnezeu să-mi ierte mândria.
Dumnezeu să-mi ierte ingratitudinea.
Dumnezeu să-mi ierte aroganța.

Dumnezeu să-mi ierte lenea.
Dumnezeu să-mi ierte apatia.
Dumnezeu să-mi ierte indiferența.

Dumnezeu să-mi ierte nesimțirea.
Dumnezeu să-mi ierte răceala. dar mai mult decât toate, Dumnezeu să mi ierte abandonul meu și uitarea mea de Sine.

Doamne Dumnezeule Tatăl, astăzi am atâtea lucruri pentru care să-ți mulțumesc, mai ales
Sunt recunoscător pentru copiii mei, frații mei, rudele mele,

Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze viața.
Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze sănătatea.
Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze inima.

Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze casa.
Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze familia.
Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze slujba
Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze viața
spiritual.

Dumnezeu să-mi binecuvânteze toate
proiectele.
Dumnezeu să mă binecuvânteze pe mine și pe familia mea din abundență.

Așa cm apa cade din cer, tot așa vor cădea și mai multe binecuvântări mari asupra mea În Numele lui Dumnezeu!
Așa să fie și așa este! Mulțumesc!🙏
Sursa *Dezlegări de rele*

FROM: OSHO, NO MIND THE FlOWERS OF ETERNITY #6

thanks to Rajiv Singh

“The sense ‘I do’ is an illusion. All happens by itself.”
– Nisargadatta Maharaj

YOU ARE NOT THE DOER

The sense of being the doer does not exist at the beginning of experience. It arises after the fact, as a movement of thought interpreting what has already occurred.

The body moves, the heart beats, breath comes and goes, sensation appears. Life unfolds in the flesh without instruction, without a thinker, without a controller. It is already happening. Yet thought rises and claims it. A movement occurs, and almost immediately a narrative forms around it: “I did this,” “I chose that,” “I must do better.” Through repetition, this narrative stabilises into identity; a centre forms, a thinker appears, and from that thinker the sense of being a doer is born.

This is the mechanism of misidentification.

The light of Atman shines prior to all of this. It does not act, it does not decide, it illuminates. Within the subconscious, which is responsible for all manifestation, this illumination is reflected as life itself, spontaneous, unforced, whole. The heart beats, the lungs breathe, the body responds to stimuli, and experience is outpictured in form without the need for a doer.

However, when the subconscious is conditioned by vasanas, what is manifested is no longer a clear reflection. The movement of life is interpreted through belief, and these beliefs condition what is manifested. What is lived, felt, and experienced is shaped by these impressions, so that Christ is no longer seen clearly, but appears through the overlay of conditioning.

This is not abstract. The conditioning of the subconscious manifests as experience. Thought believed becomes pattern, pattern reinforces perception, and perception informs response. In this way, the sense of being a doer gives rise to a world that appears to confirm it.

From this, suffering is born. The belief “I am the doer” brings with it resistance, because life is already unfolding as it does, yet the mind insists it should be different. It seeks control where there is none, ownership where there is only movement, and identity where there is only reflection. This resistance to what is creates friction, and that friction is experienced as suffering. The doer struggles against life, attempts to manage it, correct it, become something within it, and in doing so reinforces the very patterns that give rise to suffering.

This is the trap. The attempt to control thought is still thought, and the attempt to become still is still becoming. As long as attention follows the movement of thought, it remains bound to the structure that produces the doer.

When attention does not follow thought, something changes. A sensation arises without becoming a story, a thought appears without being taken up, and the movement is present without being claimed. Without narrative, the centre does not form; without the centre, there is no thinker, and without the thinker, there is no doer.

What remains is what has always been. Life continues, the body functions, words are spoken, actions occur, yet they are no longer owned or attributed to a separate self. They arise as expressions of the same light that illumines them.

This is not passivity, it is clarity. The absence of the doer does not stop life; it reveals that life was never dependent on the idea of one. When the sense of doership is believed, its conditioning is lived as real and continues to shape experience until it is no longer reinforced. Grace is not entered through effort; it is seen when effort is no longer identified with.

In this, the false centre falls away, not by force and not by practice, but by the absence of reinforcement. Thought is no longer taken as self, and so it no longer constructs one.

You are not the doer. You are that in which doing appears, and within which all manifestation is conditioned, expressed, and ultimately resolved.

Love Tracy

Discipline can get you through a task. It has never once been what carries someone through a calling.

Most advice about achievement focuses on the mechanics: consistency, planning, willpower, the visible scaffolding of getting things done. Emerson is pointing at something upstream of all of that, the fuel that makes the scaffolding worth maintaining in the first place. Enthusiasm isn’t decoration on top of hard work. It’s the actual engine. Without it, discipline becomes a grinding obligation that eventually runs out of road, because forcing yourself through something you feel nothing for has a shelf life, and that shelf life is almost always shorter than the distance required for anything great.

This word meant something more specific originally than casual excitement. Its root traces to being filled with divine breath, possessed by something larger than ordinary effort. That’s a useful correction to how the word gets used now. Real enthusiasm isn’t performed energy or forced positivity. It’s the unmistakable sensation of being genuinely gripped by something, pulled toward it rather than pushing yourself into it, carried rather than dragging your own feet forward by sheer will.

This reframes why so many technically capable efforts stall out short of greatness. The skill was present. The discipline was present. What was missing was the thing that makes people work through the night without noticing, that turns obstacles into interesting problems instead of exhausting ones. Nothing about greatness has ever come from grim endurance alone.

You cannot manufacture greatness through willpower. You can only clear the way for whatever it is that actually moves you, and let that do the carrying.
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Art: Sanae Sugimoto

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.”

Roald Dahl

There are mysteries that cannot be downloaded.
They have to ripen. AI cannot uncover the secrets in nature or within you.

There are still so many secrets to discover. Mystery is not an instantaneous touch at the fingertips. Secrets and revelations take time, slowness, patience, being inside of uncertainty and listening.

If everything were instant, we would have diarrhea all the time —in our minds, our bellies and our hearts.

True nature follows spirals, cycles and seasons. The Golden Mean moves through human beings, nature and cosmos.

Pattern inside pattern.
Spiral inside spiral.

Your face. Your hands. Your fingers.
The human body.
The plant in your living room.

Mystery is a kernel inside a husk.
Thank goodness.

Some things need to remain inside
for years, lifetimes even
before the husk falls away
and something is revealed.

If we were given instantaneous mystery all the time,
we would grow old too soon.
The primal grandmother, grandmother,
grandmother of the forest
knows this to be true.

This being human is a circus.
An unfolding.
An ordeal.
An elixir.
A mess.
A wonder.
A disaster.
A creation.
A re-creation.

A beautiful edge-walking practice leading us in and out of the center of ourselves.
Forgetting and remembering.
Losing and finding.
Sleeping and waking.
Closing and opening.

Again and again calibrating our core.
It’s a lot.
And it’s a blip on the great map.
So we may as well watch
and participate
with glittering eyes.

Who knows what you will discover.
Inside and out.

Art: unknown
Words: Stasha Ginsburg
Hearthandwheel.com
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