Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Spiritual Diary
One day not long ago, an exuberant man from South India was traveling in the country, north of Vancouver, Canada. Seeing that his car needed gasoline, he stopped at the first station he came to, a rural one deep in the Canadian woods. He has just gotten out of his car and begun to fill his tank when he noticed an old Native American man leaning against a nearby pick-up truck and looking at him intently. The two men did not known each other, but soon the older man slowly walked toward the man pumping gas.
When he was near, he said to the man from India, "The winds told us of your coming brother," and he bowed respectfully.
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"I was not used to hearing such glowing accounts of lasting benefits. He claimed that only after meeting Sadhguru and learning the practices that Sadhguru had taught him that he underwent a significant life transformation. I wondered if it was possible that this young man had actually found an authentic, living guru. Something seemed to be working. He definitely had an unusually pleasant and peaceful demeanor.
But my skeptical side would not be so easily persuaded. To begin with, there was way too much reverence in his description of Sadhguru to suit me, and this left me cold. There's nothing like an over abundance of devotion to rankle me. On top of that he said that Sadhguru had an organizationof more than ten thousand volunteers worldwide, which made me uncomfortable just hearing about it. I even wondered if this had the flavour of a cult."
- excerpts from Midnights with the Mystic.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Spiritual Diary
-- Isaac Newton saw an aple falling down from a tree and he propounded a whole theory on how everything falls down. Yes, it is true, an apple falls down, but he missed the whole point that the tree is growing up.
-- There are two major aspects in you -- one is the instinct of survival which is always holding you down, another is your longing to become boundless.
(excerpt from Sadhguru's talk)
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Art
"People want to be bowled over by something special. Nine times out of ten you can forget, but that tenth time, that peak experience, is what people want. That's what can move the world. That's art."
Murakami
Friday, January 08, 2010
A situation where the book you are reading turns out to be...
Just begun a book that had attracted me about two and a half years ago maybe.
Haruki Murakami's South of the border, West of the sun.
Have wanted to read it forever. Browsed and read a few pages many times, but somehow didn't buy it until recently, and begun reading it today.
And 5 chapters into the book and I'm gone. Swept away and lost, demolished, devastated, enchanted, terrified.
I don't think I could have read the book the same way 2 years ago. The events since then, have changed so much in my life and the book seems to bear uncanny resemblance to some of those events.
Coincidence, timing, some closure to a circle, blah blah.
O Murakami. But ya, fairly likely that I'm just going nuts.
Remorse, maybe
I wish I didnt have to walk past you and pretend you didnt exist. Or that I didnt know you. Or that I didnt want to stop you and say -- something. Maybe nothing.
I wont say 'it was meant to be this way.' Just the play of karma. And karma is alive and breathing. And eating your every thought and action. Maybe every moment of consciousness is a chance to do it right.
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