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aelolive.com We cannot go beyond our ability to realize the truth; water rises only to its own level. In our patients as well as in ourselves and our environment we will reflect what we are, not at our best in the few moments of silence, but in the long run of ordinary life and thought. To acquire the larger consciousness is no easy task. All that we have believed in which contradicts the perfect whole must be dropped from our thought, and we must come to realize that we are now living in a perfect universe, peopled with perfect spiritual beings, each of which (coupled with the Great Divinity) is complete within our own-self.

 While walking in life, there is such a twist that life becomes a question. We wonder what to do now? This thinking also remains with us as a thought. Because when the question is not answered, we are also stuck when such a passer is not found, which tells us which side we should turn. Or we may find a sign that gives us the right path to identify. Today is such a turning point in my life that what I see, is it right? This question stands before me like a mountain.  Unintentional question? 'Mysterious question' Neither read nor listen If the sound of questions has taken birth, then surely any answer will come as a reason, it is my belief. Whatever part of my life I make my way, it makes me walk two steps, then it becomes a question-and-a-question, making me stand up. Whether the path is outside or inside, the work of both is exactly the same. Today, the way out is my - Facebook, You-tube, Blogger, meeting people, doing business.  I walk two steps, th...

See the sunlight on the mountains? Feel the cool breeze? What is not utterly obvious? Who is not already enlightened? "When I heard the sound of the bell ringing,  there was no I, and no bell, just the ringing." There is no twice-ness, no twoness,  in immediate experience!  No inside and no outside,  no subject and no object just immediate awareness itself Ae! Glorious Nature, Wonderful Creation,  Where shall I keep you?  In the frame of your heart O,  dear Shaheer