tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860002785198553472024-03-14T03:56:36.802+00:00Beyond I amFrom Mind to Heart to Consciousness and beyond It...to ExistenceSara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-30137775443090785602010-08-19T20:50:00.007+01:002010-08-27T19:29:40.653+01:00The path<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/THQOK0AdVfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B8niVVdXvXA/s1600/IMG_0636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/THQOK0AdVfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B8niVVdXvXA/s200/IMG_0636.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">The path to the Truth is just a thought. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Where will this path start and finish when everything is in you? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Who is walking on this path when everything is you and is ... just a thought? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Who are you beyond the ideas of what you think you are? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Where are you located when you know you are not body, mind and feelings? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Have you ever questioned your ideas about yourself, the world and your goals? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">The distance from what your mind is looking for, call it Self or whatever, is just the distance of a thought. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">hen the thought drops, what is left? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">What really is!</span></div>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-62564111060177443222010-08-19T20:35:00.000+01:002010-08-19T20:35:33.622+01:00Seeking the Truth<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TG2FzoI_D1I/AAAAAAAAADY/rJmfClDBUw8/s1600/IMG_0566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TG2FzoI_D1I/AAAAAAAAADY/rJmfClDBUw8/s320/IMG_0566.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Garamond;">The idea of ‘seeking the Truth’ is itself illusory because it implies ‘somebody’ seeking ‘something’ separate from itself or in itself. And thus teachers and schools emerge giving practices, paths and goals to achieve. Can you achieve your Self? You ARE your Self! It’s only when the wrong ideas of finding or achieving something fall away that the Reality remains uncovered from the illusions. Until our attention is absorbed in ideas, concepts, forms and feeling, it won’t go ‘back’ or ‘merge back’ in the unspeakable, still Absolute which is the essence behind all. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Until it is intuitionally realised that the world including the subject or the individual who perceives it together with the perception of the world and thoughts, appear and disappear all together in consciousness at the presence of the Absolute, there will still be a sense of duality or subject-object. Until all concept about who we are and about the world are investigated fully and realised as perceptions hold together in memory and thus not independently existent apart from who perceives them, the awareness of the absolute from the absolute will not happen. Even the latter will be in consciousness; behind it there are no concepts or experiences. When the attention ‘stops’ in this awareness then the Absolute ‘sees’ itself on the mirror of consciousnesses as presence or existence. <o:p></o:p></span></div><!--EndFragment-->Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-21305997513251650052010-08-11T21:49:00.000+01:002010-08-11T21:49:54.047+01:00On the infinite wings of my mind<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TGMMLf-IymI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oNlBsMQLhto/s1600/IMG_0573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TGMMLf-IymI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oNlBsMQLhto/s320/IMG_0573.jpg" width="212" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">On the infinite wings of my Mind, I travel in Mind’s realms,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">As a patient witness of all his wanderings.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Enchanting paths of sorrow and joy lie before me,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">And I wonder is it real or is it a dream?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I entered the door of this universe with a veil around me,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">And lo! all of a sudden I am one with you, my dear, humble Mind,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I am one with you!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Where is my Infinity?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s in you, companion of mine, it’s in you!” whispered Mind, ceasing his<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">wanderings to show my Self to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We stopped but ah, witness I was no more!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We stopped before the golden doors of….of My Heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Yes, my Heart!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The veil I dropped to enter the chambers of My Heart!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“O Mind, you won’t be worried if I leave you here?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">No longer can I wander any more with you in joy and ecstasy!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The light of My Heart I can’t resist my friend!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">This veil I give you back, its magic I want no more!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Wait, oh wait, companion of mine,” Mind implored,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“My friend! Your follower I will always be!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The chambers of My Heart we entered, my Mind and Me,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Baskerville; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">United in Infinity!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville;">Poem from "Secret messages from the heart", image from Sara J. 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</div><!--EndFragment-->Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-2165010095112809152010-06-25T21:39:00.000+01:002010-07-25T20:38:15.335+01:00The Avadhut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TCUUZpASJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/qac2eu5YgBI/s1600/DSCN2976.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/TCUUZpASJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/qac2eu5YgBI/s200/DSCN2976.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486814151757145218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Avadhut the un-associated being – un-associated with memories, thoughts or projections about himself or others, about past, present and future…pure Awareness reflected in the mirror of consciousness….</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-90179378217452894832010-05-03T17:11:00.000+01:002010-08-03T12:05:47.886+01:00Other readers' comments about "Secret messages from the heart"<blockquote></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/S975WAUTVnI/AAAAAAAAACw/fXNORP1YSwE/s1600/DSCN2979.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467081154111952498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsFqKu1MSTk/S975WAUTVnI/AAAAAAAAACw/fXNORP1YSwE/s320/DSCN2979.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Sara’s book came as a welcome breath of fresh air connecting directly from her heart to mine. It reached me without any of the false sophistication of modern life but with a simplicity that took me back seventy years to my childhood. I was allowed to develop my own thoughts and understanding without the need for any religious dogmas. The scenes were set using an interspersed arrangement of verse and Divine Mother’s discussion with her children, Mind and Soul, that allowed me time to think while I read it slowly. It is a modern development of some of the ideas of the writer of “The cloud of unknowing” and other mystic saints of all faiths over the centuries." (This image is copyright of Sara J. Agape)</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">***********************</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">This book is unlike any book I have read before. Written like an exquisite fairy tale for adults, where the main characters wrestle with complex philosophical and spiritual concepts, it is immensely readable. I found that the discourses involving the Divine Mother soothed my mind and touched my soul. When reading became too much of an effort, it was equally rewarding to look at the inspired photographs, as they convey their own deep messages. I look forward to Sara's next book.</div>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-18223485597033441362010-05-03T17:06:00.000+01:002010-07-25T20:39:27.986+01:00Readers' comments about the book "Secret messages from the heart"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Secret Messages from the Heart is a mystical journey towards love. To read it is to immerse oneself in a wondrous panoply of light, like some far-off glimpse of home ...and the Voice from home which whispers in the soul is the same as that which pours forth in Nature's artful beauty, so that whenever we behold inspiring images of the Word, like the wonderful photos and thoughts which enliven this book, we are borne more readily into the presence behind all. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In reading Sara J. Agape's artful book we are awakened to the awareness that Imagination truly is the divine faculty of Humanity... Praise is indeed “the Practice of Art”.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Those who read this book with an open heart will recognize the author as a fellow traveller on the winding path to divine joy and realisation; while all readers will be reminded of the childlike openness and wonder which underlie the manifold processes of growth, in life and in Nature.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Life, Love, and Beauty are encapsulated abundantly and triumphantly within the pages of Secret Messages from the Heart, and that in the turning of its pages we may unfold these divine faculties within ourselves.”</span></div>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-72484833769581485982010-01-12T13:11:00.000+00:002010-07-25T20:39:58.544+01:00Sharing the fruits of life<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We have an obligation to share, it’s like the tree with its fruits: the Divine grows a tree – your identity – which bears fruits and these fruits belong to the Divine, to its creation. The tree doesn’t keep the fruits for itself; it unconditionally offers them to the creation for its enjoyment and to serve as the seed of future trees. Thus what the Divine is manifesting through us - in conscious awareness of what we are - love, wisdom, creativity, should be shared with the whole of creation. Or in different words, we should be aware, with pure mind and heart, of the Divine Creation unfolding in front of us, in front of That which we really are.</span></div>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-38023304382323657622009-11-15T10:07:00.001+00:002009-11-15T10:07:55.255+00:00A return to That<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "><span style="font-family:Palatino;">T</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">he return of the attention to the ‘beyond’ the sense of ‘I am’ brought a blast of what has been so far created around the idea of this individuality. In a blink of an eye, the ideas of past, present and future which existed until now around this individuality blasted in nothingness. Nothing was needed anymore! Just that touch with the Reality broke the links with any future life-idea creation. There was fullness and completeness experienced in that one second. Nothing else was needed or was ever going to be needed. The pinch of salt melted in the fullness of the ocean. There was an unshakeable realisation that every idea or thought of ‘I-ness’ were just thoughts. The attention turned again into That inexplicable non-phenomenal state or being which no words can express its nature. And that touch with fullness was for eternity! Everything else was just a thought wrapped on different layers of coloured ideas, from the subtlest to the grossest.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nothing was anymore needed! What a freedom! What I really am is eternally free and full of everything. Even the most sacred desires disappeared. No more samadhi or experience of the infinity of this idea-creation; there were no more attraction even to these five star desires. All of them automatically disappear from this Touch. What can you ever desire if you are full of fullness? You can experience life as a play and you play as it comes for the sake and joy of playing, but you know it is just a play because you don’t need any thing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And in these moments, words disappear as well because nothing can really describe this state, the mind or attention has returned to the source and merge with it so what is there able to put any label or description to it?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And the realisation comes that nothing done until then, nor practices or disciplines, brought your attention back to the Source. Maybe there was a saturation of attention exploring for lives and lives the creation and at the end it returned and took rest in the Self? Who is there to give an answer to this? No one. Life without this awareness seems now dull and dry because Life is You and You are That. Not the individual separate idea of the ‘I’ self but the ever present, beyond phenomena, indescribable ever present Presence.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This is a moment of rest, this is a moment of rest in my real Nature, where this 'I' comes from!</span></span></p>Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-58909704627060129862009-11-14T16:09:00.000+00:002009-11-14T16:39:50.523+00:00When the mind becomes one with the heart<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Dear Ones! </span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Be in the present and watch the play of life which unfolds before us. Do not judge. We are all part of life’s symphony where everyone has a part to play and without whom the symphony will not be complete. When we learn again to see life in its fullness, we shall realise that everything is perfect just as it is. It is our mind which distorts the view. When the mind becomes one with the heart, it will realise the Perfection of this Creation.</span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Palatino;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <!--EndFragment-->Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686000278519855347.post-58547715984512277852009-11-14T15:43:00.000+00:002009-11-14T15:45:24.010+00:00The scent of a flower<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The scent of a flower emanates freely and unconditionally. We might smell it, like or dislike it, admire it for few moments and move away. We will not ask the flower to change her fragrance…The flower won’t be affected by our comments, she will continue to give freely and joyfully what the Universe has endowed her with and will go on with her existence. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This blog is like a flower. It is here to give freely and unconditionally her fragrance to the Universe which created it. Our minds and worlds we have created around us are at the end just imagination: our existence is the only thing we are sure of. And our existence or the sense ‘I am’ will bring us beyond existence, will bring us Home. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Our minds might like or dislike the fragrance that comes from the source where unconditional love is the natural state. However this flower will continue to share messages from the heart without getting involved in comments or judgments. This Universe created it and this Universe will take it away when, what was meant to be expressed through it, has been fulfilled. A pure heart and mind will be a clear mirror of the Truth that we really are. This little flower, whose existence has merged in the Truth, is here to offer her unconditional love and joy, like a fragrance, to the world to remind them of Home...</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Sara J. Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14511958845571777414noreply@blogger.com