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@yoganonymous
“Sometimes, Grace throws you and your ‘world’ into the washing machine, full spin, so that the fearful and controlling tendency is compelled to offer itself to the Totality—to the will and dance of the Cosmos.”
Mooji
how do i tell someone that everytime they open their instagram app
there’s a 5G microwave frequency blasting through the screen
and it projects itself off their entire aura
In the beginning was the sound and that sound was all that is. (;
There is [a] story of a Chinese sage who was asked ‘How shall we escape the heat?’—meaning, of course, the heat of suffering. He answered ‘Go right into the middle of the fire.’
‘But how, then, shall we escape the scorching flame?’
‘No further pain will trouble you!’
— Alan Watts
“Worship the knowledge ‘I am’ as God, as your Guru, the message ‘I am’ is there, the mind‐flow is there, stay in the ‘I am’ realize you are neither.”
~Nisargadatta Maharaj
“I know what I’ve done wrong, I am acquainted with the night. I know how hard it is To always walk out in the light. And it’s an inside job To learn about forgiving. It’s an inside job To hang on to the joy of living.”
— Don Henley
“Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines.”
— Andrea Dworkin, Our blood: prophecies and discourses on sexual politics (1976)