<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727</id><updated>2011-09-29T20:54:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Quietness</title><subtitle type='html'>The whole world is your home.                                                                                                           I am the Mother of the wicked, I am the Mother of the virtuous. Whenever you are in distress, say that 'I have a Mother'.

Sri Sarada Devi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1670732162336266072</id><published>2010-12-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:34:08.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is an event in the field of Consciousness</title><content type='html'>Even death happens in the "substratum" of Consciousness. Birth and Death may come and go, yet Consciousness is eternally present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1670732162336266072?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1670732162336266072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1670732162336266072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1670732162336266072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1670732162336266072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2010/12/death-is-event-in-field-of.html' title='Death is an event in the field of Consciousness'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-6763211956682917932</id><published>2010-06-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:01:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom is Compassion.</title><content type='html'>Wisdom is Compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-6763211956682917932?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/6763211956682917932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=6763211956682917932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6763211956682917932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6763211956682917932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-is.html' title='Wisdom is Compassion.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1603982885803658352</id><published>2010-04-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:55:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Grace Light'</title><content type='html'>The more 'I,I,I' there is inside oneself, the more farther you are from your self - from your body, from your thoughts, from your mind. 'I,I,I' consciousness is the disease and also the cause of mental and physical ailments. 'I,I,I' consciousness cannot be known by oneself, except through grace. Seek for that grace. The grace will show it to you. Siva Baba has called it the 'Grace Light'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1603982885803658352?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1603982885803658352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1603982885803658352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1603982885803658352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1603982885803658352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2010/04/grace-light.html' title='&apos;Grace 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A Collection of Science, Skepticism, Pop Culture and Funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://markii.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/india-black-magician-tries-to-kill-atheist-on-live-tv"/ &gt;http://markii.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/india-black-magician-tries-to-kill-atheist-on-live-tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.youtube.com/v/qNoX0XKUZlk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/qNoX0XKUZlk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-6425443597442833563?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/6425443597442833563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=6425443597442833563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of Your Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.simonsays.com/extras/html/reallife/reallife.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1640271666588072280?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1640271666588072280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1640271666588072280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1640271666588072280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1640271666588072280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3430261575893121046</id><published>2009-08-03T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:26:10.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'When Grace comes, accept it with humility' : Sri Amma (Bhagavan)</title><content type='html'>Rigpa Glimpse of the Day for Aug 3 2009‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun of fierce devotion shines on the snow mountain of the master, the stream of his blessing will pour down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tibetan Saint, DRIKUNG KYOBPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Subscription&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3430261575893121046?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-6597978397345064473</id><published>2009-08-01T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:53:06.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Marriage!--"Do not marry a person that you know that you can live with; only marry someone that you cannot live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from the website, &lt;a href "http://www.ammabhagwan.org/"&gt;http://www.ammabhagwan.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-6597978397345064473?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/6597978397345064473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=6597978397345064473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6597978397345064473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6597978397345064473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/08/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3726785120020266287</id><published>2009-08-01T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:56:15.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signals of the Infinite</title><content type='html'>God is, beyond karma... beyond light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Ramakrishna: "God is beyond form and formlessness".&lt;br /&gt;..."Everything came from God, everything will go back to God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fault which one finds in others, is that which one should guard against in oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...make the right choices... sometimes you have to make the choices right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3726785120020266287?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3726785120020266287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3726785120020266287' title='0 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Satgurunath Siddhanath and Daniel Kogan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visionmagazine.com/archives/0907/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   http://www.visionmagazine.com/archives/0907/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9cSuXLlOtA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9cSuXLlOtA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-7620947301409428599?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/7620947301409428599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=7620947301409428599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7620947301409428599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7620947301409428599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/08/wings-to-freedom.html' title='&quot;Wings to Freedom:&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5139530445551879314</id><published>2009-07-29T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:48:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tarry a while...", Swami Sivananda</title><content type='html'>"Watch them and decide: Let not appearances deceive you. There goes the devotee, chanting the sacred Name of Narayana. He sings in ecstasy and dances in rapture for an hour or two. He is vehement in asserting that all indeed is Narayana. Here is a great monist who would not stop repeating, 'I am God', 'I am God'. Profound is his learning, and mighty his swords-manship in argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarry a while, friend. Watch them under three conditions. When desperately hungry, when bitterly provoked and insulted and when another man is pathetically distressed. Now if they fulfill their former assertions, all hail to them, obeisance to them, veritable God on earth are they, lest the dust of their feet adorn our forehead. Whereas, if they do not, keep yourself aloof from them, lest you should be infected. The bacteria of tuberculosis and plague are harmless when compared to theirs." - Swami Sivananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5139530445551879314?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5139530445551879314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5139530445551879314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5139530445551879314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5139530445551879314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/tarry-while-swami-sivananda.html' title='&quot;Tarry a while...&quot;, Swami Sivananda'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5221216913721313674</id><published>2009-07-29T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:01:10.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Femme Fatale"</title><content type='html'>"How To Work With This Archetype"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goddess-guide.com/eos.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goddess-guide.com/eos.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5221216913721313674?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5221216913721313674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5221216913721313674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5221216913721313674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5221216913721313674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-work-with-this-archetypethe.html' title='&quot;The Femme Fatale&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-87311796627061353</id><published>2009-07-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:16:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Spiritual growth'</title><content type='html'>"None of our hands are clean".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give up the ego is the Lord's only request".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do not need to have had an ideal childhood (to respond to the urgent calling for stepping into one's own spiritual journey), but it doesn't hurt to have (had) a happy childhood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-87311796627061353?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/87311796627061353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=87311796627061353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/87311796627061353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/87311796627061353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-growth.html' title='&apos;Spiritual growth&apos;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5714306125974008962</id><published>2009-07-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:03:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Devotees stood in a beeline to have a darshan of Amma and Bhagavan"</title><content type='html'>"Devotees stood in beeline to have a darshan of Amma and Bhagavan. Paying his respects a newcomer angrily inquired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'Bhagavan,why do you shower your blessings on bad people. My neighbor is a drunk, prone to violence. And I find you doing miracles for him every other day! Should not grace discriminate between the good and the bad?' Amma beckoned him to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma: Let us say you are standing on your balcony and see your little son running on to the road from the house. He falls down and hurts himself. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotee: I would rush to his aid and kiss away his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma: Well, you would certainly not go to your son who is crying and inquire, 'Were you running out of the house after some mischief? Did you hit someone and run away from him?' Would you? If you with your limited consciousness could love your son so much, what about us? Whenever a devotee prays we cannot pause to inquire if he is good or bad. We respond to his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human you will never be able to comprehend this dimension of the divine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 'Amma : The Divine Mother'. www.onenessuniversity.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5714306125974008962?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5714306125974008962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5714306125974008962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5714306125974008962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5714306125974008962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/devotees-stood-in-beeline-to-have.html' title='&quot;Devotees stood in a beeline to have a darshan of Amma and Bhagavan&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-207703435088582867</id><published>2009-07-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:07:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Masks"</title><content type='html'>"Why Good People Do Bad Things : How To Stop Being Your Own Worst Enemy" &lt;br /&gt;"This brilliant book answers the question: Are you living an ego-driven or a soul-centered life?" - Deepak Chopra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by Debbie Ford. Also, please look at 'The Dark Side of the Light Chasers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE MASKS : THE QUIET SNAKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet Snake is a trickster because you actually think they are harmless. Their quiet demeanor is disarming and even makes you feel sorry for the fact that they are so repressed. They are usually cordial but not overly friendly until they know that you are fair game for them. They may share information about their business deals or talents in an almost modest way, hinting around at opportunities that are available only for the lucky few. Their manner and manners make anyone who is nostalgic for the days of good, old-fashioned honor and respect an easy mark, and once they find their way into your life, they will figure out how to rob you of your ideas, your money, your social connections, and your dignity. Watch out, because their seeming innocence covers up a hoard of deceit. They often think of themselves as the smart one, but this sneaky, docile facade is just a smoke screen to hide that they are dependent, untalented, inadequate, and unable to make it on their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Quiet Snakes are predators who often disguise themselves as prey - proverbial wolves in sheep's clothing. They are conniving, manipulating, cunning and sneaky. They are often coy and will pretend to be more sensitive and vulnerable than they actually are in a ploy to win your trust. Slippery and hard to figure out, they hide behind a mask of innocence and work hard to make others feel safe, all the while calculating their next move. Their unconscious feelings of jealousy and worthlessness fuel their desire to be trustworthy and innocent, but beware- they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet Snake's Shame:&lt;br /&gt;Small, insignificant, powerless, not good enough, inadequate, con artist, liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet Snake's Challenge:&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet Snake's challenge is to recognize that they are not so harmless. Because they may have convinced even themselves that they are quiet, innocent victims, the first and most difficult challenge of the Quiet Snake is to admit that they are, in fact, a predator. What the Quiet Snake needs to do is pay close attention to their inner dialog and realize their true intentions. Quiet Snakes need to catch themselves in the act of calculating their next move. Telling the truth will be the biggest challenge they face, because they are masters of deceit. Being straight about what they want forces the Quiet Snake out of hiding so they can discover their authentic power and their true worth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-207703435088582867?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/207703435088582867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=207703435088582867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/207703435088582867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/207703435088582867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/masks.html' title='&quot;The Masks&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8620664176496130495</id><published>2009-07-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:33:47.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does not serve the ego.</title><content type='html'>Archetypal studies are not meant to serve our ego. They are meant to dismantle our lower self and to let our divinity shine in its own nature. In a more appropriate perspective, archetypes are in the likeness of the power of the Gods and Goddesses that serve in the expansion of the human potentials when the ego is surrendered. Failure and helplessness are not our weakness. Infact, in our brokenness lies the door to our transformation. The need for inner transformation is our true calling now. No one can do this work for us, except by calling upon our own higher self. We need to be connected to a personal God, a God our choice. "Do everything with God". Then everything becomes possible. Each one is a unique jewel by the will of the divine alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further reading on Archetypal studies:&lt;br /&gt;'The Hero with a thousand faces'.&lt;br /&gt;'The Hero within'.&lt;br /&gt;'Chakras and their Archetypes'.&lt;br /&gt;'Awakening the Hero within'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8620664176496130495?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8620664176496130495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=8620664176496130495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8620664176496130495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8620664176496130495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-not-serve-ego.html' title='Does not serve the ego.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-7011556890338955780</id><published>2009-07-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:40:57.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents and their grandchildren.</title><content type='html'>It gives great joy for the grandparents to hold the hands of their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further reading: 'Peace is every step'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-7011556890338955780?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/7011556890338955780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=7011556890338955780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7011556890338955780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7011556890338955780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandparents-and-their-grandchildren.html' title='Grandparents and their grandchildren.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5888019415997835087</id><published>2009-07-14T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:23:23.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Set right your relationship with your parents"</title><content type='html'>Sri Bhagavan :&lt;br /&gt;"The key factor to receive my grace is to set right your relationship with your parents."&lt;br /&gt;To children and youth (and others) : "You should not try to advice, argue or dictate to them."&lt;br /&gt;"You judge because you do not feel connected to the other. If only you had learnt the art of experiencing the other, whether it is your spouse, parent or children, you would be in joy. If you experience your parents dominating you, instead of resisiting it, it would be most beautiful. Because relationships then become a source of joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Amma Bhagavan :&lt;br /&gt;"What else is life if not relationships?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5888019415997835087?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5888019415997835087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5888019415997835087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5888019415997835087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5888019415997835087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/set-right-your-relationship-with-your.html' title='&quot;Set right your relationship with your parents&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-6117302462105836954</id><published>2009-07-04T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:50:25.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absolute or Ultimate Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cfamily%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:applybreakingrules/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/16352441/Flowers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://74.125.155.132/search?q=cache:tYrswsyP3jgJ:www.avktrust-blr.com/uploads/avktrustblr/Talk_005_Nov_04,_2007.pdf+akashah+samboota,+tasmatva+etasmat&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;gl=us"&gt;http://74.125.155.132/search?q=cache:tYrswsyP3jgJ:www.avktrust-blr.com/uploads/avktrustblr/Talk_005_Nov_04,_2007.pdf+akashah+samboota,+tasmatva+etasmat&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;gl=us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“In sastra we say time is born, space is born- &lt;i style=""&gt;akash&lt;span style=""&gt;ah samboota, tasmatva etasmatatmanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Akasha is born. &lt;i&gt;Samvatsara abhavat. Samvatsara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;means year. Time principle was born. It is not only in scriptures, now even scientist who used to have difficulties have also accepted. When they talk about the big bang theory, they say there was something. In fact they say in the stage before the creation, we cannot talk about time and space. Time and space come only after the Big Bang happened, then creation started. Before that time and space were not there. That &lt;i&gt;trikala titam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;means &lt;i style=""&gt;a&lt;span style=""&gt;vyakritam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; otherwise called &lt;i&gt;maya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is also omkarah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     "..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             “But what is happening is after listening to this also we keep Brahman somewhere up there outside. Therefore sruthi has to say &lt;i&gt;ayam atma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ie, this atma. Suppose Sruthi had said &lt;i&gt;atma brahma&lt;/i&gt;, then also it would not have been complete, because people may think just as Brahman is something great, the object,atma is also something very divine . So that divine atma is Brahman. The present atman is not Brahman. I have to become divine to be equated to Brahman. This is how our mind works. Like to marry the prince I have to deserve it. Therefore if I have to be equated to Brahman, I have to be a divine self. Then only I can be equated to Brahman. Even though it might have been said with a purpose, but technically from the Vedanta stand point, this is not correct. Therefore sruthi says &lt;i&gt;ayam&lt;/i&gt;. Right now the way you are, you are Brahman. It is not that after purifying, after refining you will be Brahman. Varthamanakale-right now. It is something like golden piece have fallen into mud and it is having mud all over, still I have to say it is gold right now. It is not that gold has to be purified to become the gold.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 3387px; left: 135px;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-6117302462105836954?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/6117302462105836954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=6117302462105836954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6117302462105836954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/6117302462105836954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-sastra-we-say-time-is-born-space-is.html' title='The Absolute or Ultimate Truth'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-7137133362786029208</id><published>2009-06-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:27:41.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissolving in the love of God</title><content type='html'>Rigpa Glimpse of the Day for Jun 20 2009‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;When you have fully recognized that the nature of your mind is the same as that of the master, from then on you and the master can never be separate, because the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;master is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; with the nature of your mind, always present, as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino, Times Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;When you have recognized that the master and you are inseparable, an enormous gratitude and sense of awe and homage is born in you. Dudjom Rinpoche calls this “the homage of the View.” It is a devotion that springs spontaneously from seeing the View of the nature of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;http://www.rigpa.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-7137133362786029208?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/7137133362786029208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=7137133362786029208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7137133362786029208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7137133362786029208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/06/dissolving-in-love-of-god.html' title='Dissolving in the love of God'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-2254371147543655986</id><published>2009-06-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:41:00.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/16352441/Flowers"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/16352441/Flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-2254371147543655986?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/2254371147543655986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=2254371147543655986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2254371147543655986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2254371147543655986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/06/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1220515510078087918</id><published>2009-06-10T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:09:18.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sharing The Medicine of Love" - the book's web link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.medicineoflove.com/connecting.html"&gt;http://www.medicineoflove.com/connecting.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1220515510078087918?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1220515510078087918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1220515510078087918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1220515510078087918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1220515510078087918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/06/sharing-medicine-of-love-books-web-link.html' title='&quot;Sharing The Medicine of Love&quot; - the book&apos;s web link'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5841056109463744662</id><published>2009-06-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:04:29.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very short story called, ‘Passing the delight’.</title><content type='html'>My very short story called, ‘Passing the delight’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My favorite thing – writes the woman now in her mid-thirties – is to trail behind the knowingness that came from walking behind her father whenever he took her during her childhood and youngster’s period. How much ever the span of adulthood fade into her, she still remains fresh and as sure – as the sun would come out in a few hours of that spring time that she is writing – that she could get lost in gaping at the wonders. The father knows the city pavement that they are walking through is bewildering yet it fails to take him over as if the city itself cannot fool him and is delighted just like her. He has wandered the nook and corners and going behind his knowingness, nothing disturbs her – only delight comes to her more and more. Her favorite is walking through to feasting in the restaurants. Somehow nothing seems to bother her. All that her life has worked with her takes on value and meaning. Now she has to find a way to be as he is, so she could pass on the delight. She has to write to keep her self alive. It is time for her to delight standing on her own two legs. She will carry that knowingness and security that she was given. She prays. She prays that nothing should disturb her, in the path toward passing the delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further Reading:&lt;br /&gt;Thay Thich Nhat Hahn's 'Peace is Every Step'&lt;br /&gt;Julia Cameron's 'The Right to Write'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5841056109463744662?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5841056109463744662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5841056109463744662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5841056109463744662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5841056109463744662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-very-short-story-called-passing.html' title='My very short story called, ‘Passing the delight’.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-364560852795518846</id><published>2009-06-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:42:23.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.S.Subbulaskhmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/Stage/2225/articles/mss.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/Stage/2225/articles/mss.txt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Towards the end of each recital MS sounds the cymbals in eyes-closed concentration for the Rajaji hymn "Kurai onrum illai " (I have no regrets). It becomes obvious that for all the splendour of her music, it is her image as a saintly person which will probably endure long after this century, just as in the case of Meerabai. For, in the highest tradition of the Indian way of life, Subbulakshmi links her art with the spiritual quest, where humility and perseverance assure the sadhaka of grace."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhaja Govindam (w. Eng. subtitles) : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4FUQxn4CnY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4FUQxn4CnY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-364560852795518846?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/364560852795518846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=364560852795518846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/364560852795518846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/364560852795518846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/06/mssubbulaskhmi.html' title='M.S.Subbulaskhmi'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-9086511033426812899</id><published>2009-05-27T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:10:24.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many a glow, many a path</title><content type='html'>"Never did Swami Tapovanam try to keep in contact with His devotees or disciples. He invariably discouraged anyone form even writing a letter to Him and, as a general rule, He replied only to a few. Living thus sequestered, seeking only solitude and contemplation, He never encouraged anyone to have a relationship with Him. Nevertheless, He was always ready to give a discourse on a Scripture or have a spiritual discussion. He lived a life of His own, chaste and pure, ever content in his Self-nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"put away your judgements, lay down the boxing gloves that keep you fighting, and surrender to the love you are looking for. That love lives inside you. When properly dispensed, it will heal your greatest sorrow and wipe away your regrets... It will shine its light where there is darkness and lead you out of the darkness and into the light - the light of love - where the collective heart awaits your return."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-9086511033426812899?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/9086511033426812899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=9086511033426812899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/9086511033426812899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/9086511033426812899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/05/many-glow-many-path.html' title='Many a glow, many a path'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8061550282487117996</id><published>2009-05-22T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:29:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>When you panic, instead of jumping up and down, relax into your loneliness -&lt;br /&gt;From the teachings in the work called 'When things fall apart' by American Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8061550282487117996?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8061550282487117996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=8061550282487117996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8061550282487117996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8061550282487117996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/05/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1273614612392954971</id><published>2009-05-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:45:55.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weblink called 'Doorways of Support and Inspiration'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.lifechallenges.org/door/kathycaprino.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alissa Lukara's&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.ridinggrace.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1273614612392954971?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1273614612392954971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1273614612392954971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1273614612392954971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1273614612392954971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/05/doorways-of-support-and-inspiration.html' title='A weblink called &apos;Doorways of Support and Inspiration&apos;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8289320201775548919</id><published>2009-05-16T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:24:13.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life's Strength</title><content type='html'>Sometimes struggles help excavate the life that is essentially good, abundant and filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the virtue of strength:&lt;br /&gt;Instead of anger toward a perceived or misconceived opponent, paying attention to one's own weaknesses when unable to withstand opposition and enmity is a practice that is a gift in itself. For 'weakness is sin' and it is also a sacred calling to find ways to gather strength - including a kind of strength which will enable forgiveness of oneself and others, to bring light onto oneself to look at the positive qualities in oneself and others and most of all to connect with oneself and others through that which is real, and it is the grace and strength that is perhaps called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. James Finley is a clinical psychologist in practice in Santa Monica. The deep sense of clarity and ease that his lectures brings... and a piece of St.John was what I once came across much to my fortune. In his lecture he explained about St.John of the Cross - who is said to be "a major figure of the Catholic Reformation" and who lived in the 14th century - and of an incident of his meeting with two people. One was at ease in relating to St.John and another was with whom St.John had difficulty with. And St.John of the Cross paid attention to the latter. Dr.Finley explains through his own personal power that transmits itself and reaches the listener, that upon St.John's death this man "went and changed his life"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon waking up to one's own weaknesses, the path of gathering strength leads to the power for example, that Saint John has showed and given to mankind in living his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_of_the_Cross"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8289320201775548919?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8289320201775548919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=8289320201775548919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8289320201775548919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8289320201775548919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-lifes-strength.html' title='Love, Life&apos;s Strength'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-2828513900085281802</id><published>2009-04-09T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:09:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Soulful Encounters</title><content type='html'>She wakes up from sleep and logs on the dream journaling with a book and pencil in her hand – ‘So Swamiji, in the places of the depth of the well, the water is purified, it is pure'. Because she has thought that all the waters that were collected were in the well. And the waters that were collected everywhere on the surface were only dirty. She knows they were all collected at the surface sources. Swamiji knows about the water deep inside the well. He knows the place in the depths of the well. He knows it is pure. He is aware the dirty waters that the woman knows to have been collected at the surface sources are but purified by the time it has reached its depth in the depths of the well. From Him, she too comes to know it is pure there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day sooner than later she will learn to effortlessly swim there too – in the depths – as she now swims on the surfaces. For in a previous dream, she saw thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four women, all of them giving birth. She sees what happens to all of them through seeing one of them. The baby that comes out is vigorously perfect in size – which people will call as health, strength, wellbeing, etc. It is more of the upper part – the head, etc – that she glimpses as it birthed itself. (Later she will interpret this dream as her ideas are being viewed&lt;br /&gt;bringing health to them in the picture). Out of the birthing site are pools of water. She does not go anywhere deep. She recognizes her state of this hesitation later – as light is known only where there is darkness and viceversa. For in another pool, one of her human directors effortlessly goes&lt;br /&gt;into its depths – so easily. All the depths she hesitates to touch herself, is in contrast to what was happening, perhaps simultaneously in this another pool of water. They are regular and natural&lt;br /&gt;ponds, with all that they have – naturally muddy, with grasses perhaps or not, and so on – and still belonging in the hands of the nature’s landscape. The human who has acted as her guide at a past instance, delves into the depths, in the seeming effortlessness that is in contrast to her own hesitation, where by remaining only to swim nowhere but the surface. Upon waking up, she ties her experiences as well as her director’s such as the above illustrations and she marvels at this human spirit as filled with wisdom and recognizes her as one who swims in the waters of life, that she hesitates for fear of delving beneath its surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-2828513900085281802?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/2828513900085281802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=2828513900085281802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2828513900085281802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2828513900085281802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/04/extremely-short-stories-of-mythical.html' title='Tales of Soulful Encounters'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5869116931953211816</id><published>2009-04-06T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:02:36.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mother Sarada, this is my time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know me before my mind dozes off, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be alive before I haste off to my chores.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If my stomach or hip burns,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can I not know of any of life’s way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is Divine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have forgotten &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From where I have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have not much time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To meet you here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It just disappears – &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into chores, sleep, and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laughter and sorrow that are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of a lost world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you are real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet I have no idea of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you are real. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chores and sleep are waiting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I snatch this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asking you all that I want to ask you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And know from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have seen you in pictures&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And in the love statements&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of your loved ones, your devotees –&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From books written about you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet I want to know,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How did you look like?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cannot come near you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Except for this moment;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chores and sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drive my time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just for this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are real. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are alive like Vinayaka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just for this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess you were radiant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just for this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me not just dream about you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But want to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you and me the same?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chores and sleep are waiting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet let me come back to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to know you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till I know you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5869116931953211816?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5869116931953211816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5869116931953211816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5869116931953211816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5869116931953211816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-time-for-god.html' title='Taking time for God'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1873238644848540580</id><published>2009-03-28T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:45:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908442/Awakening-Peace-Through-Nonviolence"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908442/Awakening-Peace-Through-Nonviolence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908509/Appearance-Modification"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908509/Appearance-Modification&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908355/An-essay-on-the-article-The-Game-of-Life-by-Mark-Harris-"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/13908355/An-essay-on-the-article-The-Game-of-Life-by-Mark-Harris-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13730468/An-Essay-On-Addiction"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/13730468/An-Essay-On-Addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13891596/A-commentary-essay-on-the-novel-My-Year-of-Meats"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/13891596/A-commentary-essay-on-the-novel-My-Year-of-Meats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1873238644848540580?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1873238644848540580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1873238644848540580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1873238644848540580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1873238644848540580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/03/essay-on-addiction_28.html' title='Essays'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3325114673834975262</id><published>2009-01-06T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:41:23.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, cultures – a peek.</title><content type='html'>Before I begin to engage for the first time in my writings about an inevitable life phase called death, I wish to look at first what life is. As I have recently stepped into one of the significant recognitions about life that is, ‘things are going to get worse before they get better’ (Rev. author, Neale Donald Walsch)… that  in a way is enough about getting a bit close to the life’s experience, the last stage of a human birth that is called death! Again, those put together sound more like spirals of oxymoron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now I wish to share here the process of death as I have experienced in the world around me where I was born and brought up that is in South India. Living in the West now gives me the realization that there is much focus on the teachings about death and the process of dying. I also learn the many ways how the East and West are coming together. If wounds are a convenient way of relating because it is familiar, through being bred in the historical life cycles of the human civilization then the example is such that life experiences in Calcutta display a great deal of stress in comparison to the life experiences in a city like Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the positive point of view, being human is a common area of relating the East and the West. Being human, that is the nature of the essence in each human, are common to the two sides of the globe. This aspect especially makes fluid an attempt into oneness, a sense much needed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, what about death – in the eastern practices and about which is found in the western spiritual teachings? Well and as I have said, something at a core is essentially one to begin with. What I find is being brought to light is that death and all that goes in and around that natural life stage is hidden in societies predominantly in the West. This is a contrast as to how it is experienced in societies that are predominantly eastern. So I thought it is worth to share what I have seen and experienced about death and that as a natural stage of life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, at the instances of the death and dying there is grief. It has to be also noted here that the family systems there were like that advocated by the revered Vietnamese monk, Thich Nhat Hanh in his book, “Peace is every step”. He describes that grandparents live with their grandchildren and children are raised with not just parents around as in nuclear families of modern times (this to me now is both east and west!) but they are also with aunts, uncles and so on.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;In these societies, death is a stage of both grieving as well as of celebration, literally. If we delve deep in any spiritual teachings or the faiths of the wisdom cultures – preserved through ages as well those that birthed anew in our present times – we are sure to learn and know why death is a celebration. As a sum of an understanding of it, it is in death there is (re)birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the practices are that as much as death opens up grief as a void is created (as author and spiritual teacher, Eckhart Tolle puts it) in this process of form going into a dissolution, there are also holes present to celebrate life in the same circumstances of a happening of a death. These dual processes last during a variety of a naturally consistent period of time, from the time a person’s physical body is taken to be dead that ideally, I suspect correspond to the period that the experience of grief that surrounds the instance of the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grief is allowed through the process of wails or cries for example, as a group of the women in the families far and near that have gathered; while the process of celebration begins simultaneously which is at once in complete surrender to the grieving that is taking place. The body of the dead is washed and decorated as if the person was when he/she was alive. Perhaps it brings memories of the life to the near ones and the grief become alive (and not buried only to come up later). The processions to the cremation ground are as celebratory as the Gods are celebrated in an enormous sense of openness during the respective festivities of honoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on it goes and death and life goes on – not different from one to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect there are literatures elaborating the area of death and dying that is a subject as I see in western spiritual teachings. I hope what I have shared here opens the doors to the nature of life in death. and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gift to humanity is Siva Baba’s teachings on death as the transformation of the physical body to light body. As it has been advocated that to live better one should ponder about the nature of death, I prefer now to contemplate about this transformation into light body, which the vedic literature and culture gives ample examples throughout history – like Aandaal (the Saint Teresa or the Krishna’s Mirabai, of South India ), Swami Ramalingam and Krishna Himself. “God is Light and It is Compassion”!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3325114673834975262?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3325114673834975262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3325114673834975262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3325114673834975262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3325114673834975262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-cultures-peek.html' title='Death, cultures – a peek.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3096890769481083727</id><published>2009-01-04T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:14:52.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strength is life".</title><content type='html'>“What makes a man stand up and work? Strength. Strength is goodness, weakness is sin. If there is one word that you find coming out like a bomb from the Upanishads, it is the word, fearlessness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is a great fact: strength is life; weakness is death. Strength is felicity, life eternal, immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Swami Vivekananda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3096890769481083727?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3096890769481083727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3096890769481083727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3096890769481083727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3096890769481083727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2009/01/strength-is-life.html' title='&quot;Strength is life&quot;.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-2953974899980636327</id><published>2008-10-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:40:28.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desires and Leadership</title><content type='html'>There is an anecdote in a book, called 'The Divine Mother' that was brought forth to bring the wisdom of Padmavathy Amma, founder of the Oneness University. A devotee shares with her his experiences of disappointment with a spiritual organization. The Divine Mother explains the reality of its existence, that backbiting and gossips exists where ever people exist and that no place is an exclusion to the reality of this state. When the time comes the consciousness would engulf humanity toward its betterment. Until then she encourages the devotee, continue to do your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom brings me the comfort of acceptance of the atrocities that binds everyone with suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Acceptance, there shows up a vision of a power to release everyone from struggles - by this time, I have come to recognize I cannot live devoid of struggles for and by myself! That the one way is to hold dear the true desires that resides in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember again the reply of the Tibetan leader, His Holiness the Dalai Lama - the question was whether he will reincarnate to continue to be with his people of  Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This extraordinary leader who is to his people as Gandhi was to India, replied that it is left to the people of Tibet, as to whether they want him back or not. Another great saint is said to have replied similarly to his student-devotees - Swami Chinmayananda has said that his life and work were held only by them. If the devotees didn't seek it in him, he would not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if it is so, then it is left to me not so much as to fight that which causes suffering but to recognize and accept the roots of it and hold dear and nurture for example, the need for leaders - in places big or small - who are capable of bringing joy and expansion. That if enough in the collective "desire" something, it can "have" it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-2953974899980636327?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/2953974899980636327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=2953974899980636327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2953974899980636327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2953974899980636327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/10/desires-and-leadership.html' title='Desires and Leadership'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3525604261106603664</id><published>2008-10-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:38:59.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fire story and a wholistic society.</title><content type='html'>I do not remember where and when I experienced the following scenario. Almost everyone in the place gathered knows the person as a smoker. Everyone was engaged, present to participating. At an instant following was the ritual to light the lamp but no one could find anything like a match stick or so on to light it. Suddenly everyone looks at him which takes him by surprise. Everyone feels relieved to borrow the lighter he uses for his cigars and continue with the ritual of lighting the lamp. It is returned to him along with hearts of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now contemplate how that moment was felt by the person. An abundant of unexpected benevolence must then have started filling him. I can only suspect that that moment must have been deep and it very likely began in him a step into his spiritual awakening as a human being of divine potentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once happened to view a recorded video speech of His Holiness the Dalai Lama where in I heard him express the idea that when a society is well steeped in wholism an individual, who makes choices that will bring upon himself only suffering will be carried in the collective's path of wholeness - in such society, it is only a 'little', 'little' (a slide showed a small boy sitting in his mother's lap giggle upon hearing him say this) correction that will be required for the individual who make mistakes while choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary when a society has been lost into an unwholesome nature, the individuals are birthed as such, and leaders of that society are individuals that belong to that society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my question as to what kind of society that I am living now in? What are the ways that contribute toward a society of wholeness? Will I be able to make way for others for such a society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3525604261106603664?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3525604261106603664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3525604261106603664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3525604261106603664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3525604261106603664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-story-and-wholistic-society.html' title='A fire story and a wholistic society.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-4685538689525048349</id><published>2008-10-11T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:39:53.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and me: a common awareness.</title><content type='html'>I search not knowing my hands are held&lt;br /&gt;I am lost not knowing you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;I cry not knowing you whisper words of comfort&lt;br /&gt;I wear out in loneliness not knowing you love me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;('Alone' means 'all is one'!)&lt;br /&gt;I constantly get lost in forgetfulness not knowing that you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery is your calling, God;&lt;br /&gt;courage in the unfamiliar is my calling.&lt;br /&gt;May our friendship grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ever learn to walk one with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading:&lt;br /&gt;Friendship with God : an uncommon dialogue - author, Neale Donald Walsch.&lt;br /&gt;'The Coming of God on Earth': &lt;a href="http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/disc/disc_111.html"&gt;http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/disc/disc_111.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-4685538689525048349?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/4685538689525048349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=4685538689525048349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/4685538689525048349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/4685538689525048349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-and-me-common-awareness.html' title='God and me: a common awareness.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3981025099819559460</id><published>2008-10-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:26:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, a sense.</title><content type='html'>Everything in life is an expression of God, as are food, money and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Siva Baba, the Scholar Mystic who brings forth the beneficial expansion of wisdom, shines the truth of honoring wealth through relating this example - the setback and shortcomings in one's finance is due to one's disrespect toward Kubera, the Lord of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;A coin lying on a pathway is a lack of reverence. I am glad that whenever I came across the one cent or a dime lying on the floors disturbed me. Sometimes I had put it somewhere so someone else do not have to walk over it.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly a writing material like a pencil or a paper, a typing station like a computer are Sarawati, the divine source for learning and knowledge. Reverence to God in the many forms in the details of our life brings us the unique grace and keeps open the doors of wealth, of all kinds - knowledge, learning, food, money, joy, meaning and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3981025099819559460?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3981025099819559460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3981025099819559460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3981025099819559460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3981025099819559460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-as-sense.html' title='Money, a sense.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8497771769024270365</id><published>2008-07-18T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:21:28.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM SWAMI SIVANANDA'S TEACHINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A PATH OF RIGHT LIVING FOR PEACEFUL HEART LAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improving Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For human relations, in family or at workplace to not break-down, in its Brokenness to not expand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up such Ego as that, I am superior, I am better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up engaging in continuous Loose Talks that are, meaningless and mindless of its own consequences. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handle with Diplomacy and Compromise in any matter under any problematic circumstances. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize, that an innateness of Tolerance is essential at times and during difficult situations. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abandon, Carrying Tales that comes without any investigation about which is truth and which is not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not indulge in Over Expectations. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up continuous exchanging of information with each other person whether it is relevant to them or not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not believe all of whatever that are heard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not hold on to your opinions rigidly, practicing Flexibility of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not miss, to respect others duly and to use words with courtesy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not pretend to have no time even to smile and to exchange kind words. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When problems arise, do not expect the other person to compromise and at the same time attempt to be the first one to begin dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A translated portion from the Tamil work of Swami Sivananada('MANA AMAIDI POONGAAVIRKU ORU NALVAZHI PAADAI')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8497771769024270365?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8497771769024270365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-3506946714259425966</id><published>2008-04-04T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:55:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the Lord in suffering</title><content type='html'>Jesus speaks:&lt;br /&gt;Daughter I am there&lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you experience&lt;br /&gt;Pain, in your body.&lt;br /&gt;I am there in&lt;br /&gt;Every cell:&lt;br /&gt;The pain in your&lt;br /&gt;Cells in Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not you&lt;br /&gt;Who suffer the&lt;br /&gt;Human pain:&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, there is no you:&lt;br /&gt;I and only I remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Myself is all that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dear father Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;How arrogant&lt;br /&gt;That, I would think&lt;br /&gt;It was me that&lt;br /&gt;Suffers the conditions&lt;br /&gt;Of going through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mother shows ,&lt;br /&gt;As the accomplisher of&lt;br /&gt;All earthly duties -&lt;br /&gt;Which Divine Mother is&lt;br /&gt;Also the bountiful love filling all,&lt;br /&gt;The giver of joy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, father Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;How did I miss&lt;br /&gt;In that it is not me&lt;br /&gt;Who is suffering -&lt;br /&gt;It is You -&lt;br /&gt;O Bearer of this sinning human -&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;Who pulsate the&lt;br /&gt;Cells of my being,&lt;br /&gt;Who comes upon&lt;br /&gt;Reminding it is not Me&lt;br /&gt;But Thyself within the&lt;br /&gt;Cells of the sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Jesus, You who&lt;br /&gt;Bore the thorn&lt;br /&gt;In Your Head, that bleeded -&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my&lt;br /&gt;Head now&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain you bore then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None of our&lt;br /&gt;Hands are clean":&lt;br /&gt;It is this human&lt;br /&gt;Pain that bled in your&lt;br /&gt;Scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still You&lt;br /&gt;That is the very suffering&lt;br /&gt;In every human head -&lt;br /&gt;The torment and torture&lt;br /&gt;You bore on earth&lt;br /&gt;You still bear in my earthly body:&lt;br /&gt;It is You, not me: You "alone suffice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, I have&lt;br /&gt;Come upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;And have suffered&lt;br /&gt;For you:&lt;br /&gt;You do not&lt;br /&gt;Suffer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It is Me.&lt;br /&gt;See Me alone&lt;br /&gt;In Your life's&lt;br /&gt;Momentus pain -&lt;br /&gt;Look deeply,&lt;br /&gt;And you will&lt;br /&gt;See Me and you&lt;br /&gt;As One and as Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I am&lt;br /&gt;That suffering&lt;br /&gt;Itself that runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;"The man on the cross is everyman"-Eckhart Tolle,&lt;br /&gt;the work of "Entering the Castle" - Caroline Myss, and&lt;br /&gt;Swami Ishwarananda's Talks on Gita that the Lord&lt;br /&gt;is within one in pain and joy, success and sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-3506946714259425966?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/3506946714259425966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=3506946714259425966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3506946714259425966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/3506946714259425966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/04/seeing-lord-in-suffering.html' title='Seeing the Lord in suffering'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8892698201919757082</id><published>2008-04-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:54:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mind, Awaken to Hari !</title><content type='html'>Mind, Narayana has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cry has gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;Mind torturing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva's Dances on the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narayana, Narayana, Narayana.&lt;br /&gt;Hari Narayana has been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up from the slumber&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hari Narayana is.&lt;br /&gt;Shiva dances His dance&lt;br /&gt;Upon you mind.&lt;br /&gt;You could now wake up&lt;br /&gt;To see the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Of Hari Narayana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Hari Narayana&lt;br /&gt;You are delighted -&lt;br /&gt;Yet, why do you&lt;br /&gt;Go back to slumber?&lt;br /&gt;O mind, of forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;And full of carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Narayana is as radiant&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Again and again:&lt;br /&gt;O mind -&lt;br /&gt;Shiva will always dance upon you.&lt;br /&gt;And you will be helped&lt;br /&gt;From all your slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Narayana can you look&lt;br /&gt;Upon now -&lt;br /&gt;Hari who is ready to&lt;br /&gt;Embrace you back&lt;br /&gt;With His Power and Might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not go back to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;O mind. Yet come,&lt;br /&gt;To taste the Nectar&lt;br /&gt;Again and Again and Again -&lt;br /&gt;The Nectar that is Hari,&lt;br /&gt;Who Presents Himself to You&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mind&lt;br /&gt;You do not know -&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn to Hari,&lt;br /&gt;He could show you&lt;br /&gt;Your own pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this O mind,&lt;br /&gt;And start looking&lt;br /&gt;Upto Hari for solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari then brings&lt;br /&gt;You gentle breezes;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing all your pains&lt;br /&gt;In His Embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Love flashes as quick as a lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Let the Dance of Shiva&lt;br /&gt;Speed you up from your slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with Shiva&lt;br /&gt;That you become Quick&lt;br /&gt;To Be Awakened&lt;br /&gt;To the speed of Hari's Embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inspired from practising Guided Meditation CD,&lt;br /&gt;courtesy Ramakrishna Ashrama, Chennai.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8892698201919757082?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8892698201919757082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=8892698201919757082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8892698201919757082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8892698201919757082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-mind-awaken-to-hari.html' title='O mind, Awaken to Hari !'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-1508484660639149009</id><published>2007-07-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:33:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passage to Oneness</title><content type='html'>It was Sunday yesterday - June 17, 07. And it was Tyagaraja Aradhana at the San Diego's Shiva Vishnu Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had slid into the crowded audience when Saint Tyagaraja's life (1767-1847) was described. The young perfomer amidst his divine singing, explained the devoted heart of Tyagaraja toward Lord Rama - Tyagaraja praised Rama as the king of kings. Tyagaraja wondered how he could meet Rama who was amidst so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyagaraja goes toward Lord Rama realising as he belongs to Him, so does he belong to all those who are with Lord Rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Devotion to people is devotion to the Supreme Self", says the Chinmaya Mission pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know, holding Lord's feet, I want to be held back by Him. Thus I will belong to Him. Yet this time the crowdedness coming from the sense of separation from all those people who too are His dear ones, will not stop me. Because as much as I am held and belong, the belongingness toward all of His children will take me to Being One with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaya. Jaya. Jaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-1508484660639149009?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/1508484660639149009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=1508484660639149009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1508484660639149009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/1508484660639149009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/07/passage-to-oneness.html' title='A Passage to Oneness'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-5725826005151532809</id><published>2007-04-05T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:33:22.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would do if I had more time?</title><content type='html'>What would I do if I had more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would cry for every hurtful moment of each of my child's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I had more presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be like Lord Krishna - being with each one of my family member, huband and each of my two children, appearing to be special to each at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I had more happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would breathe, breathe and breathe not missing the beat of gentle smiles, with each of my children and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I felt more closer to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to every worried face to be one with the power and breath of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I felt more humble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would worship each of my child and husband, not missing a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I would worship and embrace all those who feel younger to me as a mother would.&lt;br /&gt;I would worship and allow myself to be embraced all those who feel elder to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if my thoughts did not run faster than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would breathe as one with the breath of God.&lt;br /&gt;I would twinkle to each of my child and my husband with this secret held within them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if was fearless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pronounce to my each of my family member and to the world around me, that all anguish are lie and to not be fooled by it. The only thing that is is Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-5725826005151532809?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/5725826005151532809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=5725826005151532809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5725826005151532809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/5725826005151532809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-would-do-if-i-had-more-time.html' title='What would do if I had more time?'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-8780617421882919838</id><published>2007-03-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:33:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundance and Protection</title><content type='html'>Mother Earth and the Father Sky say the Native Americans. The earth Mother is Bhumi and the God of the Heaven abode and the sky is Vishnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been opened to me that the Mother of the Ground, of the Earth is taking care of each one in abundant living. As long as I abide in this body, Mothers of the Earth open to abundant living and providing me good home to inhabit while on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord, perhaps seeing care taken abundantly, guards and sustains in the places Mothers have moved me into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-8780617421882919838?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/8780617421882919838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=8780617421882919838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8780617421882919838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/8780617421882919838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/03/abundance-and-protection.html' title='Abundance and Protection'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-4739529578411276091</id><published>2007-02-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:46:03.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's love.</title><content type='html'>Mother Sarada says, even Bhagavan Sri Ramakrishna gave way to the power of the occult, although as one would to a sneeze!&lt;br /&gt;Why should I, an ordinary mortal not give way to the power of the thought field, that consumes the self pretty much almost my entire waking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets hard to 'put my mind where my hands are', I remembered Mother Sarada's compassion for the one immersed in the world. Mother has said that when one is in the life of objects, one's mind is bound to fall into illusion. Mother's compassion is for each one bonded to the illusory world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother also once said of Her own self, that in the role of the Mother Herself, she forgets the Truth and is unable to stop from serving and staying in love for her people who were around her. Sri Ramakrishna is said to have delighted in this purest of Her Love for the world around Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the Mother of the wicked, I am the Mother of the virtuous. Whenever you are in distress, say that you have a Mother.": Mother Sarada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-4739529578411276091?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/4739529578411276091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=4739529578411276091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/4739529578411276091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/4739529578411276091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/02/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&apos;s love.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-7179247134440477080</id><published>2007-02-16T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:34:12.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Children</title><content type='html'>We are first of all women before we are mothes, says Robin McGraw. What a relief it brings to hear this, for how easy it is to be lost in the role of the Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift to realise one's womanhood. How much freedom and beauty it releases, and releases each one of us - the mother, the children, the family - into God's love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalil Gibran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;br /&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.&lt;br /&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-7179247134440477080?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/7179247134440477080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=7179247134440477080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7179247134440477080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/7179247134440477080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-and-children.html' title='Women and Children'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-2916017750252615156</id><published>2007-02-10T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:34:36.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting Dots</title><content type='html'>"Your appointment with life is in the present moment": Thay Thich Nhat Hanh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The present moment contains your emotions": Author Gary Zukav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be in your body": New Age Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is One. And it is given that one experiences this Sacred Truth from the depth of one's own being, through the vehicle of the physical body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Chakra: smell&lt;br /&gt;Second Chakra: taste&lt;br /&gt;Third Chakra: sight&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Chakra: touch&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Chakra: hearing&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Chakra: mind/All is One&lt;br /&gt;Seveth Chakra: present moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is happening inside you": Writer's Teacher, Julia Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you much more than you love yourself": Sri Bhagavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Bliss, in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-2916017750252615156?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/2916017750252615156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=2916017750252615156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2916017750252615156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/2916017750252615156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/02/connecting-dots.html' title='Connecting Dots'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116976804949565709</id><published>2007-01-25T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:34:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal step into Love</title><content type='html'>I picked a book on 'Healthy Aging' by Dr.Andrew Weil. It made sense because a lot of contents of my living - through relationships, routines, passions and goals, duties - were not making sense for the present condition. Author Caroline Myss's guest teacher of astrology, Lynn Bell speaks of this through the planets of Saturn and Neptune, during when everything that our system depended on is blown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is about my getting lost of myself, of the life that is meant to be experienced through my being. It takes no time to take upon the lives of my vibrant children and my husband's role of the noble provider, my parents and their life of parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lose in other's lives is a revelation that I am pushing life itself, which will create the destiny of pushing myself away from the lives of those whom I hold in much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the moments of my life's activities fortunately streamlined, the pristine clairty of perception reveals the Truth - every one I love is looking for the ego in me. So I move myself into an incessant prayer to not respond through the reactive ego but survive in controlling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, infuse me with the power to hold back my egoic senses and thoughts, so that I will not be the obstacle for the inheritance of love by my children. Removing myself as the object of obstacle from passing on the love, my children will inherit the love of both their grandparents and all of their autns and uncles, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thich Nhat says, 'When I was a child, families were bigger. Parents, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and children all lived together. The houses were surrounded by trees where we could hand hammocks and organize picnics. In those times, people did not have many of the problems we have today. Now our families are very small, just mother, father, and one or two children. When the parents have a problem, the whole family feels teh effects. Even if the children go into the bathroom to try to get away, they can feel the heavy atmosphere. Thry may grow up with seeds of suffering and never be truly happy. Formerly, when mom and dad had problems, the children could escape by going to an aunt or uncle, or other family member. They still had someone to look up to, and the atmosphere was not so threatening': From 'Peace is Every step', chapter 'Community of Mindful living'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If not now when, if not you, who?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, enter my thoughts, forgive all the ways I deeply hurt others, especially those whom I love. Help me rest in You, depend in the security of Your love and be filled in You, so I will not harm one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Bhagavan says the violence is in the humanity, is inside of you. 'There is nothing personal in the human pain', says Eckhart Tolle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, help me not be deceived one more time - of the violence as personal. Move me into Your armor that is Compassion. Help me see that the only purpose of my ego is to become the warrior for moving itself to the dynamic field of clarity love and compassion - the only Truth there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116976804949565709?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116976804949565709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116976804949565709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116976804949565709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116976804949565709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/01/personal-step-into-love.html' title='A personal step into Love'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116933293885756856</id><published>2007-01-20T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:04.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As within, so without.</title><content type='html'>One of the activities at the Chinmaya mission was to bring forth the awareness of consumption and to thus conserve - 'producing more than what we consume and giving more than what we take', as in the pledge. The Chinmaya Yuva Kendra activated through a series of questionaire, and kindling the awareness of the ways of 'acting personally while thinking globally'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up on the places I lagged behing such as recycling plastic materials, and built strength on my inner convictions of saving resourcess so as to stand in it with my family members - especially switching off the lights when not in use - and focused my attention to reduce further packaged foods while resolving to build on my efforts, such as to be vibrant at the kitchen so as to inspire my family to be engaged in the preparation of daily food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honored the youth's effort, which spread the feeling of sending me into compassionate action of looking inward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered some definite stamina to focus on the truths of conserving that existed in my depths and now regained a hold on it and to hold it around my family. But I did not suspect the inspiration to look inside myself to benefit in the value of wise consumption, will send me into another level of application of it - that of my own being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought then, before I looked upon my consuming styles of food, and all environmental gift of resources, how truly such a life of value is actually a happening of my inner core. And that wise living so as to benefit the global health is a result that springs from that within. How then am I wise in utilising my thoughts, my actions, my speech, all of which is again another expression of the core internal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is a body and the health of which is depended upon by all lives. So too is our individual human system interconnected - the health of which is maintained to a good extent through out thoughts, words and actions. So I concluded, just perhaps as the intropective session intended to, that the right living for the global health is actually a personal responsibility coming from the place of the right use of all our internal resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116933293885756856?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116933293885756856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116933293885756856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116933293885756856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116933293885756856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-within-so-without.html' title='As within, so without.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116908157230270864</id><published>2007-01-17T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul's messages - Fear and Desire</title><content type='html'>What if every Fear within me - that feels oddly but nevertheless unpleasant - is infact as Gary Zukav puts it, 'the message from the soul'? What if it really is a message of the soul as a calling for integrating a part that will build strength that it requires to build given the life time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if every Desire within me - from the lack of discipline for discernment - is dismissed as a mere wish of the lower self? What if it actually a message of the soul showing the abundance and that Desire as a message as a calling to move to its nature of Abundance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am wasting my whole life, with the imbalance of these false perceptions toward what feels like Fear and what Desire actually is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116908157230270864?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116908157230270864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116908157230270864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116908157230270864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116908157230270864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/01/souls-messages-fear-and-desire.html' title='The Soul&apos;s messages - Fear and Desire'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116869972768929446</id><published>2007-01-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding life with God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A moment of my experience at the spiritual center: When I brought my voice from the silent depths of my own being singing in the chanting session of a morning session, I realize again that it is the power of love, of God's. For in that place I was suprised by the clarity of when It attracted the presence of another person, with whom I was sitting adjacent to. The moment sent me to learn the nature of mine and everyone's life. I reflected then as to how often the regret of thirsting for the fullness of living one's own life consumes me and some others I have come to know in my life. I then wanted to guard the Presence in me with the power and companionship of God! It feels that guarding our presence in our present moment, through my own body is the essence of life. If in the journey of life, as it is for me, that such a discipline is not predominant and strong enough, it seems possible that we allow the core of ourself to 'jump' into the depths of another's core being - thsu taking upon the goals, love, visions and so forth from that. It aches my heart even as I begin to write such a loss of experience of my own life, the special and authentic life that is waiting and is meant for me to live. A teaching of 'Bhajan Govidam' is that one's Liberation into the essence of God and the Present Moment is through association with great souls. So while it is true that fortune leads me into the experience of higher life through losing myself to the core being of a higher soul other than myself, alas to drink from the origin and be quenched of the thirst for the totality of one own's being - how should I ever waste my life not entering into such a phenomenal living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116869972768929446?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116869972768929446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116869972768929446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116869972768929446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116869972768929446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/01/guarding-life-with-god.html' title='Guarding life with God.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116855664279926173</id><published>2007-01-11T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Sarada, I am the dust of your feet</title><content type='html'>For the human beings and the earth this is the time of 'unprecedented changes', says Sri Bhagavan. "There is nothing you could do about it except to understand the changes that are occuring around you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not trembled in fears of survival when I did not yet know that such as this was happening in the worldly life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I now have settled inside my fears through such a knowledge gathered around through specific resources, I am yet to strengthen into the unchanging peace amidst tumultuousness affecting in my pesonal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I enter everywhere, to all the loving relatives, I want to stay on my ground but stand as a dust amidst the creative forces that belongs to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Mother Sarada&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, I am the dust of your feet&lt;br /&gt;When I see my children and husband are your very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, I am the dust of your feet&lt;br /&gt;When I enter the premises of my children's school,&lt;br /&gt;For what is it other than You in the form of Saraswathi Devi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, I am the dust of your feet&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I am moved to go,&lt;br /&gt;For what are those places other than the breaths of Your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Sarada, I am the dust of your feet&lt;br /&gt;In whatever action I am engaged in,&lt;br /&gt;For what are they other than it being the way&lt;br /&gt;You come to manifest Your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116855664279926173?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116855664279926173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116855664279926173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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loved by Mother Sarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my father and elders, for through them I know how I am guided by Mother Sarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my children, for through the Silence of their infancy and childhood I know how I am held by Mother Sarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my husband, for through him I know how I am sustained on this earthly living by Mother Sarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my role as a housewife, for through my actions I know how I am filled with Joy by Mother Sarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my body and its boundless offering of its use, for through it I know how Alive I am with Mother Sarada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116829608169252122?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116829608169252122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116829608169252122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116829608169252122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116829608169252122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thank-all.html' title='I thank all'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116653615147261526</id><published>2006-12-19T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ask and It shall be Given'</title><content type='html'>To my mind, resting in the thought 'ask and it shall be given' accomplishes everything I desire. On a closer examination though, while steadfastedly I hold to God and the act of prayer, it reveals otherwise, that which is an eyeopening experience as well as it is a journey to humbleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every desire is an experience to be opened like a door - how could my thinking process or my ego accomplish this? As I prayed to God surrendering myself so as to be fulfilled in my needs for loving relationships and so on, my desire for peace and fulfillment in my relationship (marriage) seemed so futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I ever think, that I could achieve a happy marriage, or a humble living? As I requested God with my desires, I realised this is going to be given to me through any means by God. But all I can do is become aware of my inner conflicts, and that I am in the illusory thought world - until I have the courage to live in the Truths that I pray to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116653615147261526?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116653615147261526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116653615147261526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116653615147261526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116653615147261526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/ask-and-it-shall-be-given.html' title='&apos;Ask and It shall be Given&apos;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116567900158084390</id><published>2006-12-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Thanks be.</title><content type='html'>I wonder why it has taken me much time to know the nature of my communion with God. A friend sent me a site - a website for healing and every guided healing request ended within itself as "and thanks be".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'thanks be' has stayed withing me and comes every now and then since I encountered it in that material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find more and more these days, as I listen to Sri Bhagavan's audio and such, that the only place that I have to rest is within myself, with the God in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogues with these Gods are numerous whenever I instead don't know that I could rest in Him. But adding 'thanks be' at the end of my incessant requests, or communication that are dense, I Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest in the God in me through my saying 'thanks be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alyssamaryrose.com/tutorial1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116567900158084390?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116567900158084390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116567900158084390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116567900158084390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116567900158084390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-thanks-be.html' title='God, Thanks be.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116534014918719550</id><published>2006-12-05T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are the space in which hearing, seeing happens. We are 'the dynamic' that creates our circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to remove the burden from my mind to create the circumstances that I required and to change the personalities of my close loved people to suit my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It did not take long - I had prayed in a previous circumstance, when I went open to judge another of her vulnerability, that every interaction is a form of the Lord happening. &lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mind had quieted. I forgive myself. A burden has lifted off my mind. I am the Lord too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116534014918719550?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116534014918719550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116534014918719550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116534014918719550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116534014918719550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-space-in-which-hearing-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116509919988364760</id><published>2006-12-02T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My passage from Girlhood to Womanhood</title><content type='html'>I had in the past often felt repulsive about wearing ornaments that marked the state of my marriage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that it was all about the power of self-owning. I did not want to be owned by others is a significant view to look at my refusal to wear my wedding ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime now, it seemed as though it was sudden turn into this new being - I wanted to celebrate. And so desired wearing the very ornaments that I had resisted wearing. Where did this come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change however is that I feel as a woman, instead of a girl and feel self-owned. As I gain the courage to be my own person and not feel sold into owning my precious self by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to share this message: Claim yourself and own yourself by your strong relationship to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116509919988364760?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116509919988364760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116509919988364760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509919988364760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509919988364760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-passage-from-girlhood-to-womanhood.html' title='My passage from Girlhood to Womanhood'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116509828821553274</id><published>2006-12-02T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><content type='html'>Jesus had no personal pain mentions Sri Bhagavan. I have come to udnerstand that suffering is a state which when deeply experienced connects one to the Truth of Beingness within oneself. And it is when I enabled to master my senses and engage in dissolving all that was painful within me, have I come to understand that I have only now embarked on the path of love or spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have come to understand that all the pain that looks like reaches me are coming through my own thinking as well sa those that I feel that are not so, but instead touching my from the outside of myself - that is other people and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I desperately wished to shut myself from the pain that were "not from within me". It only makes my my heart feel like a stone which is contrasting to experiencing that love is the "flowering of one's heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly there is a sense of safety, comfort and fulfillment by allowing the pains of the external world. It feels like the heaviness lifts off more easily after the pain has come to you and you see to have let it reach you and show compassion for it (to let it dissolve and flow it through).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally, have I been shown what living truly is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116509828821553274?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116509828821553274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116509828821553274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509828821553274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509828821553274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116509628178500372</id><published>2006-12-02T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, become Stronger than all of the fears in me</title><content type='html'>I unearthed the dynamic of my fears greater than the need to live in the power of my soul. So I pray to God often, 'God make my soul stronger than my fears', 'I have no power myself to come back to my soul; so take my life God and become stronger than all of my fears'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the soul is nothing but a bringer of Joy and Love. I was scared of the power, love and compassion of my soul when I wanted to relate to especially my intimate relatives. I wanted my real self invisible, my fears greater - fears such as of feeling victimized or bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered - which came through my seeking for a healing for myself through energy work - the power of one soulful friendship, even for just a while is marvelous to move through the light and power of the soul rather than through the illusions of fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116509628178500372?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116509628178500372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116509628178500372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509628178500372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116509628178500372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-become-stronger-than-all-of-fears.html' title='God, become Stronger than all of the fears in me'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116508342653921169</id><published>2006-12-02T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:08:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, please take us home.</title><content type='html'>This morning is a Saturday - a walk to a fast food place to buy our weekly special breakfast. I try my best to stay present, to be instead of feeling rushed through the moments as I do through the day. I notice the sun is warm and put my child's stroller in the gentleness of the morning's sun as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the food service place I see the family whom I am familiar - there for the breakfast too. The cooks and those who serve are very familiar to me - not just because I am used to this place but because I have become a family person myself, I could realte to their being a mother, wife and family people. And surprisingly I wonder in the moment, 'and all of us are here from our homes and in this place'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spiral up in my views: all of us are so removed from Homes these days. So now I share my prayer, which becomes, 'God, take us all closer to our homes.' 'We are so removed from our homes and we are not feeling good or happy. Send us closer and closer to our homes' (whatever home may mean to each one of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116508342653921169?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116508342653921169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116508342653921169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116508342653921169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116508342653921169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-please-take-us-home.html' title='God, please take us home.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116483743597522105</id><published>2006-11-29T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'I forgive myself'</title><content type='html'>It has been my life practise to run away from people, especially with those whom I am related to, far and near. I have now studied much about the mysticisms in the cultures and religions, self-empowerment journeys toward authentic power, and about the nature of human consciousness, the universe and the God, that is Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now a gift to feel grounded into life truths, many parts of which has been a result of such studies as well as by the Grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to share in my writing an important life truth that is helping me to 'truly live', to living 'the inspite of' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that there is a need in me to relate to others and I have been resisting and running away all my life from that urge in me. In the recent few days though, when someone comes to my mind, first out of love but immediately that association turns to feel unpleasant within me. So my escape way used to be to NOT 'think' about them - I have made myself feel very, very lonely because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes my requirement now with my life's changes to keep pushing whoever comes into my life or heart or thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling someone and feeling unpleasant when wanting to relate to them, I thought was a result of my personal negativity and guilt. I now know there are also the collective human mind, the collective human pain and the collective human suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when someone comes into my thought and makes me turn unpleasant, I quickly release me into forgiveness and gentleness: 'I forgive myself', 'I forgive myself', I repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes less and less scarier to be in the world and yet be getnle with the inner need to be a person of love and 'right' or 'good' thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116483743597522105?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116483743597522105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116483743597522105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116483743597522105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116483743597522105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-forgive-myself.html' title='&apos;I forgive myself&apos;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116388346424882100</id><published>2006-11-18T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:35:40.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan says</title><content type='html'>Sri Bhagavan says the life that we live through the mind is not true - it is life lived perceiving through sensory coordinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116388346424882100?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116388346424882100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116388346424882100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116388346424882100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116388346424882100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/bhagavan-says.html' title='Bhagavan says'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116368602163082080</id><published>2006-11-16T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience the sacredness of life on Earth</title><content type='html'>The Earth is your home while you are living on it, says Gary Zukav in his 'The Heart of the soul' work. Earth is our home, the whole world is our home and each one of us belong to God and God alone. Surrendering all our love we share with others during our life to God and breathing with the mind of the God keeps the sacredness of life. This allows us to experience the life that we are born for while still resting in the womb of the God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116368602163082080?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116368602163082080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116368602163082080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116368602163082080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116368602163082080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/experience-sacredness-of-life-on-earth.html' title='Experience the sacredness of life on Earth'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116326189059877134</id><published>2006-11-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ask and It Shall be Given'</title><content type='html'>Mother Sarada is said to have looked at the moon and prayed to God saying there are specks that appear even in the moon but make Herself pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be experienced, achieved or accomplished without prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I enter the primal phases of my human life, especially as a mother and a wife and a woman of my own, I also seem to enter the shadows of this life - impatience and irritation holds me like the dearest of my friends, which are only pains. Such pain as I resist is taking me to other unpleasatness such as angry expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run away from myself as far as possible to avoid living by giving in to these unpleasantness and probable expression finding a way through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I pray to Mother Sarada Herself - Mother make me a sweet expression of Life; unpleasantness and pain are in me and everywhere, but make me a pleasant expression and experiencer of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is possible without prayer. So instead of losing myself to the harshness that comes through me, I pray to become an instrument of love, of pleasantness and kindness of expression through words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is nothing but love'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116326189059877134?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116326189059877134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116326189059877134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116326189059877134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116326189059877134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/ask-and-it-shall-be-given.html' title='&apos;Ask and It Shall be Given&apos;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116273417680804632</id><published>2006-11-05T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Perhaps I am enough' - A personal act of surrender through pain.</title><content type='html'>I have shown my impatience and tiredness on my child. I witnessed what a really tired self in me, an exhausted and helpless self in me will do. I do not have the energy, to get back to myself, to not judge myself or my husband and children, to not own my mistakes, to not bear my humiliations, to do the phyiscal house work. I get tired in to the failures of my past, my forgetfulness and judgments of my past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today up every habit that I had strived to build into my everyday life. I do not want to live the life that I had wanted to live and that I tought I am meant to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is sad. Yes this state affects my little children for whom I want only happiness. But for some reason nothing of my shortcomings seems to matter. Everything, including my children, are going to be ok, even if I perish. EVerything is going to be ok, however wicked and tired I become. Everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to do nothing, achieve nothing. I just want to move my best through the routine of the day. Perhaps this is enough. Perhaps I am enough. Perhaps everything else is taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let go off the steering wheel": Gary Zukav.&lt;br /&gt;"Let go off the live that you want to live, to live the life that is waiting for you".&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing there is love. There is nothing but love".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116273417680804632?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116273417680804632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116273417680804632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116273417680804632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116273417680804632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/perhaps-i-am-enough-personal-act-of.html' title='&apos;Perhaps I am enough&apos; - A personal act of surrender through pain.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116259644367626932</id><published>2006-11-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a Buddha, Love yourself for that</title><content type='html'>I am entangled without any doubt to fame, success and power aggrandizement through acknowledgment, judging. I feel like a mass of selfishness and clouting; and coming across a calmer, purer, joyful ways to experience my life, only makes my mass of composition be agitated more. Only sadness and hardened ways of trying again thickens my density.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan says, you are not a Buddha or Ramakrishna. You are horrible, terrible people. And He says, love yourself of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, His disciple Sri Anandagiri says, spiritual people don't like to admit that they are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan appears when I go inside myself. My heart is hard, my mind is agitated and hard too, the feelings are agitated too. And in all this He is there at my heart - not one with my little self, that seems horrible but inspite of that which is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116259644367626932?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116259644367626932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116259644367626932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116259644367626932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116259644367626932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-not-buddha-love-yourself-for.html' title='You are not a Buddha, Love yourself for that'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116259477987416293</id><published>2006-11-03T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buddha or the Presence That Is</title><content type='html'>Thich Naht Hanh - the Vietnamese Buddhist monk who to me radiates holiness and presence and that also through the laughter that twinkles on his face - says that Buddha is the one who is aware of what is going inside him and around him or her, and has a lot of understanding and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I too long to be aware as Thich Nhat describes, today while I went for a morning walk I wanted to enjoy the morning outside. But what is the point in getting lost in that Joy! I could only remember either my inside where I was calling on Mother Sarada because I don't know much of the time as to who I am except as a being desperately calling to the Divine forms to be ALONE within me, which Bhagavan describnes is ALL-ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up enjoying the coolness of the morning because Mother's Presence was easy to Trust and rely on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116259477987416293?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116259477987416293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116259477987416293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116259477987416293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116259477987416293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/11/buddha-or-presence-that-is.html' title='The Buddha or the Presence That Is'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116172820175900310</id><published>2006-10-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witness Consciousness</title><content type='html'>If I have to share the discovery of the Joy, innate and eternally present, and describe it, I am reminded of Dr.Wayne Dyer mentioning of it as the Witness Consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Witness Consciousness is a more authentic term for a beginner in the spiritual path, establishing and realising the truthful connection to the truth of God's presence pervading within. It is a term that convinces the mind, which is a dominant force although it is a force to be transcended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind is beginning to be transcended, the Witness is realised as delightfully uncontained like the breeze that one experiences, as joyfully empowering by its nature, as wonderfully childlike that anyone could experience it. It is without any doubt a Graceful presence that is all pervading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it is through the Grace of dissolving myself at the Holy feet of mother Sarada and the Gods that this Witness is establishing through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this Presence of God expand and shine brilliantly through all and become the one Truth of Joy in the very being of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am the dearest child of Mother, the Doer of all that comes through me. May all find a place at Her Holy Feet and be touched by Her heart.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116172820175900310?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116172820175900310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116172820175900310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116172820175900310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116172820175900310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/10/witness-consciousness.html' title='The Witness Consciousness'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-116004851206219733</id><published>2006-10-05T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Sarada can Feed the world</title><content type='html'>Mother Sarada, the Mother of the Universe can feed the whole world. So when taking food, I enjoyed the satisfaction of taking the food. I then call Mother Sarada to partake in my satisfaction and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when she is called upon to partake of my feeling of being nourished, the whole world that is dear to Her, partakes of the satisfaction and fulfillment. And it fills wherever such needs are to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat, I eat for the love of myself - extending it to the Mother, She extends it for the love of all beings in the world and thus fulfill their need for love and nurturance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-116004851206219733?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/116004851206219733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=116004851206219733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116004851206219733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/116004851206219733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/10/mother-sarada-can-feed-world.html' title='Mother Sarada can Feed the world'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115886104014171095</id><published>2006-09-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lose nothing</title><content type='html'>"The mind is incessantly looking not only for food for thought; it is looking for food for its identity, its sense of self. This is how the ego comes into existence and continuously re-creates itself."&lt;br /&gt;: From Eckhart Tolle's "Stillness Speaks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Lose Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find no ground to stand,&lt;br /&gt;I find no thought to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose nothing. For it is now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand on the feet of the God,&lt;br /&gt;I think on the form of the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the ground to stand,&lt;br /&gt;And I have the thought to grasp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115886104014171095?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115886104014171095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115886104014171095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115886104014171095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115886104014171095'/><link rel='alternate' 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ask it is nevermore so,&lt;br /&gt;For I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relate as a wife&lt;br /&gt;- I love my husband in the role of a wife -&lt;br /&gt;But I also identify myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;I ask it is nevermore so,&lt;br /&gt;For I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I engage with my children as a mother&lt;br /&gt;- I love putting them to sleep, change clothing,&lt;br /&gt;and help take food -&lt;br /&gt;But I also identify myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;I ask it is nevermore so,&lt;br /&gt;For I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being a daughter&lt;br /&gt;- I cherish being treated a child -&lt;br /&gt;But I also identify with it.&lt;br /&gt;I ask it is nevermore so,&lt;br /&gt;For I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now my role as a homemaker&lt;br /&gt;Is an offering to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now my role as a wife&lt;br /&gt;Calls on God to Partner with me,&lt;br /&gt;And to Partner with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now my role as a mother&lt;br /&gt;Calls on God to mother me&lt;br /&gt;And to mother my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now my role as a daughter&lt;br /&gt;Calls on God to be my first Parents&lt;br /&gt;And to Parent my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I belong to God Alone&lt;br /&gt;I experience -&lt;br /&gt;My work is performed through the hands of God;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a being of God;&lt;br /&gt;My children are God's;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents come from the source of God too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115820368921429492?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115774957284397349</id><published>2006-09-08T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave emotions alone</title><content type='html'>Learn to leave the emotions of people to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a skill to be learnt and when one with holding on to the feet of God can learn in no time. The key is the excitement or release and freedom that comes from experimenting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115774957284397349?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115774957284397349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115774957284397349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115774957284397349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115774957284397349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/09/leave-emotions-alone.html' title='Leave emotions alone'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115774953343023715</id><published>2006-09-08T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'No Karma' is a land of Now, of Being, of Joy</title><content type='html'>Joy, Being, Peace are all experiences of the land of 'No Karma'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life experiences, in order that I don't be lost in my duties, I am in touch with atleast some of the works of the Teacher, Caroline Myss - whom my heart now refers as also a spiritual awakener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her 'Celebrate You Life' speech, I hear Caroline Myss as she mentions - in a healing context - how enormous power of an individual is lost participating in a group or a cause. This is a participation in the Karma, although it will be 'good'. We are participating in it anyway and we lose energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if we experience Being - which is Sri Bhagawan's work and messages all about - we enter the land of no karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to this esteemed Accupuncturist, who heals my child's severe allergies. The healing is a God sent path, neverthelss I am unable to be in the Now. I get back home and I am not my best for my family because I let my attention into this good that is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would do good if I surrender this wonderful outcome at the feet of God and enter the land of 'No Karma' or the power of Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115774953343023715?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115774953343023715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115774953343023715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115774953343023715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115774953343023715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-karma-is-land-of-now-of-being-of.html' title='&apos;No Karma&apos; is a land of Now, of Being, of Joy'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115756495331463656</id><published>2006-09-06T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:25.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Joy your Job</title><content type='html'>Make it your job to feel joyful. During the moments following after I had worked hard, appropriate to my desires to go through the day well, it begins to be well. And what do I do with things going this well? I decide that I will make it my job to be joyful and feel joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite ways is thinking of the Holy Mother Sarada, Her presence within me and Her Love moving through me. Perhaps this is the state that is important as one taken this birth - that is to remember yourself and not be lost in forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting with this remembrance, I figured there is nothing I could engage in constructively especially in the daily dance of human relationships, except when I remember God in me - there is nothing that happens otherwise atleast not constructively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I decided to be the stay-at-home mother, it doesn't make much of a difference in my children's lives if I had been a working outside mother - in that I wouldn't have engaged with the loving parts of them if I don't remember myself. And when I remember myself when connecting as in the moments of my engagement with them - then those are the moments that have been worth living in their presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115756495331463656?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115756495331463656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115756495331463656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115756495331463656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115756495331463656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/09/make-joy-your-job.html' title='Make Joy your Job'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115735326420789468</id><published>2006-09-03T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking a Conscious Life</title><content type='html'>'I was born to serve God's poor' is a bold announcement by Mother Teresa of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this statement strung in unison to a current of awareness that I soon came across: 'I was born to learn and use language' defined Gary Zukav in a single line his primary soul intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worshipped Mother Teresa for knowing this and saying this about herself. To me it has a voice of such conviction, of such passion. It is a voice that makes me catch my breath for the consciousness which I hear in those words, with which Mother Teresa lived her life's path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her level of passion and awareness of her life in those few words resonated to be similar to Gary Zukav's passion for and awareness of his life in the words about him: 'I was born to learn and use language'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an extract from the children's story, 'The Wonderful Life of a Fly Who Couldn't Fly' by Bo Lozoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The younger fly whispered, "Please, tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;What did the Great Mother of Life make me for?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm a fly who can't fly, then what will I do?"&lt;br /&gt;Her mama replied, "I can't solve that for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is you mission, your own special quest,&lt;br /&gt;To find for yourself the things that you do best.&lt;br /&gt;..." '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Caroline Myss's works on the 'Sacred Contracts', which I am a continuing student and which I hope to be one for a long time to come, there are several contracts that one has in this lifetime and that can be uncovered. In addition, I also understand there be one underlying theme, that if by Grace and the will of God, could be excavated or remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, while pondering upon such a deeply moving content as this, I heard myself saying, 'I have a destiny to create through writing'. I pray I hold on to this as it comes naturally. I continued praying that nothing comes on the way now to engage with this power and talent that longs to be invoked and invoked to let passion run through me just as Mother Teresa's service to the poor allowed the same currents of passionate energy run through hers, and just as Gary Zukav is alive to me through his learning and using language, to express about authentic power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115735326420789468?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115735326420789468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115735326420789468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now I turn my heart to all&lt;br /&gt;Those whom I seek, to be loved -&lt;br /&gt;mother, friend, husband, father,&lt;br /&gt;sister, sister-in-law, my healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is now I feel&lt;br /&gt;Most disconnected from&lt;br /&gt;Each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me&lt;br /&gt;To practise during many a time&lt;br /&gt;Of my life's moments,&lt;br /&gt;To Love Him, and&lt;br /&gt;To Love The Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment of my disconnection,&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to connect&lt;br /&gt;For some reason&lt;br /&gt;I feel thicker and thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I humble myself&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps asking forgiveness and&lt;br /&gt;See the End of this:&lt;br /&gt;That is&lt;br /&gt;God as The Mother,&lt;br /&gt;When I want to connect to my mother;&lt;br /&gt;God as The Sister,&lt;br /&gt;When I want to connect to my sister;&lt;br /&gt;God as The Child,&lt;br /&gt;When I want to connect to my children;&lt;br /&gt;God as The Beloved&lt;br /&gt;When I want to connect to my beloved;&lt;br /&gt;God as The Mother Goddess&lt;br /&gt;When I want to connect to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the End&lt;br /&gt;And God is who&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise&lt;br /&gt;We are not our minds&lt;br /&gt;Which we connect to&lt;br /&gt;When we are looking toward&lt;br /&gt;Connecting to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace reveals once again&lt;br /&gt;In this journey-&lt;br /&gt;Not burnt in the least-&lt;br /&gt;OF feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;And returning to&lt;br /&gt;Touch Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115679157291598169?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115679157291598169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115679157291598169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115679157291598169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115679157291598169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-relate-and-i-relate-to-god.html' title='I want to relate, and I relate to God'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115466107160590171</id><published>2006-08-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>set relationships right - kalki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/To_set_relationships_right/id/1677"&gt;http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/To_set_relationships_right/id/1677&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115466107160590171?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115466107160590171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115466107160590171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115466107160590171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115466107160590171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/08/set-relationships-right-kalki.html' title='set relationships right - kalki'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115462963364979764</id><published>2006-08-03T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encountering a miracle in my daily life through Thich Nhat Hanh's Teachings</title><content type='html'>"Enjoying our food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when we are eating our food, we are thinking of other things and we don't really know what it is we are eating. When we know what we are eatig, it can be so enjoyable. When you sit down to eat, look at you food and know what it is that you are picking yp to put into your mouth. If it is a carrot, see that it is a carrot that you are chewing and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day you wil see the sunshine, the rain cloud, and all the things and all the people that have come together to make the spaghetti and carrot in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;When you put food in your mouth and chew it with this kind of awareness, you are chewing something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;"A pebble for your pocket" by Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cut Okra to make the lentil okra soup for lunch in my home,&lt;br /&gt;I see the love that has gone to make the okra grow&lt;br /&gt;As it is in my hands now and in the kitchen board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one must have taken care for the sun to shine on it to grow&lt;br /&gt;Some one must have taken care that enough water went to this okra plant so it could grow.&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have cared to pick them carefully once it had grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of the sun itself shining on it as it grew&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of the water that went to feed as it grew&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of love that this okra is&lt;br /&gt;Is our food for lunch today in our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115462963364979764?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115462963364979764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115462963364979764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115462963364979764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115462963364979764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/08/encountering-miracle-in-my-daily-life.html' title='Encountering a miracle in my daily life through Thich Nhat Hanh&apos;s Teachings'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115401777941083424</id><published>2006-07-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal boundaries and Spiritual growth</title><content type='html'>I was first struck by the idea of maintaining personal boundaries by these words by Caroline Myss in her book, 'Sacred Contracts': "Learning to define your boundaries is a natural stage in the process of self-empowerment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we gain some clairty on our own self through works like 'The Heart of the Soul' by Gary Zukav such as it is with me, you can see your responsibilities and vows to others. Then you will find its possible to draw on your personal boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me defining my boundaries with my loved ones primarily helps me define my boundaries with many others I relate to and encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is a test of whether I can speak up for my self and not give in to the fears of the victim energy.&lt;br /&gt;Honoring one's life is one's ground of definition for one's personal boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;Given the life that we have, and honoring oneself with it is a divine truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noted in Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa's sayings that there is no limit to extending help to others, as I understand that help was on the physical level, like helping family members or extended family members by taking charge for them monetarily and so on. And the 'Great Swan' - Sri Ramakrishna - who is said to have His Being as pure as the white swan, is one Who talked about transcending the barriers of our senses in our journey toward authentic empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one thing to keep in our heart is whether we are serving the spiritual needs of another or the needs of the ego of us or of others. Fulfilling spiritual needs is possible through unique ways - praying for the healing, nourishment and wellbeing of another, where it is a deep 'giving'. Ofcourse wherein we inturn are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that sharing and caring is a big part of our soul, drawing personal boundaries seems to me intimately connected to one's spiritual self and growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115401777941083424?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115401777941083424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115401777941083424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115401777941083424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115401777941083424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/07/personal-boundaries-and-spiritual.html' title='Personal boundaries and Spiritual growth'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115363460460245177</id><published>2006-07-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies as Humanbeings of their own</title><content type='html'>As I watched one of her shows, Oprah said perhaps in the subject of raising children, that a baby being born out of a mother is a whole humanbeing that comes out of her body. And sometimes I do tend to say: "oh, just a baby!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Zukav explains that the energy processing system of the humans begins at its birth and is alive until one lives in the Earth and dies at the time of the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in our everyday lives, our life with babies as a parent or as through whom ever we chose to relate to, is a life lived with a "living, breathing", conscious human-being - a lively human-being in the wonder filled form of baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand that the sacred energy of creation - also named as Shakti or Kundalini - that breathes life to the creation and growth of babies, remains in its fullest or somewhat fullest life and in its dominant state, before babies grow and they(we) are gradually but with 'enormous momentum' are pulled by the minds of the world from outside and then inside. Because of brimming with the energy of creation still untouched by much of the energy of the physical world, is perhaps why it is sacred to connect with babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus babies are in their fullest human potential while radiating such energy. In order to reinforce this radiance and perhaps expand it is the reason perhaps why we see saintly and hole figures like Chinmaya, Jesus and Neem Karoli Baba, to name a few connect to children, utterly surrendered to their connection to babies and indulging in this divine delightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the minds of the world is waiting to overtake the purity of the little babies as they grow, what a gift to humanity the purity of their presence generate in the meantime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115363460460245177?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115363460460245177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115363460460245177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115363460460245177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115363460460245177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/07/babies-as-humanbeings-of-their-own.html' title='Babies as Humanbeings of their own'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115346303599974221</id><published>2006-07-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The age of Women</title><content type='html'>Did you know the truth that in the beginnings of the human evolutionary story, both man and woman, at the physical level were created equal? Vethathiri Mahairshi has explained that the present state of women's conditions were due to the continued male dominant and female dependency patterns. As a result this is reflected in the apparent physical compures too - women smaller and men bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not so much possible to miss that change is in the air of our evolutionary path at this point of time in our human lives. 'Humanity is entering a crucial stage of its existence' Bhagawan says.&lt;br /&gt;And He also says that this is the age of the women. Caroline Myss says that the self-empowerment of women is the dictum of this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can trace this journey awaiting in my own personal life circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we be blessed in this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115346303599974221?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115346303599974221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115346303599974221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115346303599974221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115346303599974221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/07/age-of-women.html' title='The age of Women'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115241994413997445</id><published>2006-07-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:52:16.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is God's Best Medicine too</title><content type='html'>Laughter is the best medicine, but&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is God's best medicine too.&lt;br /&gt;I notice in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my Gods laugh&lt;br /&gt;That is when healing is.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask Them to become&lt;br /&gt;Laughing faces in my heart, for I see&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is God's best medicine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115241994413997445?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115241994413997445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115241994413997445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115241994413997445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115241994413997445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/07/laughter-is-gods-best-medicine-too.html' title='Laughter is God&apos;s Best Medicine too'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115220641454773165</id><published>2006-07-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem: The Marriage of the Heart and Mind</title><content type='html'>Yes - let the mind serve your heart&lt;br /&gt;For the heart always knows to lead.&lt;br /&gt;But when in moments of wonder&lt;br /&gt;About where to put your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Then alone let the mind talk to your heart&lt;br /&gt;But only at that one moment.&lt;br /&gt;For return to letting the mind serve your heart&lt;br /&gt;For the heart always knows to lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115220641454773165?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115220641454773165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115220641454773165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115220641454773165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115220641454773165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/07/poem-marriage-of-heart-and-mind.html' title='A Poem: The Marriage of the Heart and Mind'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-115129976966483353</id><published>2006-06-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:42:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Spirit craves for Soul Companions</title><content type='html'>I sometimes notice that when I pray or read spiritual texts I begin to long for company within that short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that our spirit longs for soul companions. When Sri Ramakrishna Parahamsa was living in His blissful divine connections, He is said to have missed such divinely passionate companions in his physical world. And when He cried to His Mother about this longing in His heart, disciples started to show in His life within a while later - one of whom perhaps is Swami Vivekananda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a similar story of Saint Mira Bai where she ran to meet this rare soul companion, a lover of the Soul equal to hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-115129976966483353?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/115129976966483353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=115129976966483353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115129976966483353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/115129976966483353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-spirit-craves-for-soul-companions.html' title='Our Spirit craves for Soul Companions'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114991567474622648</id><published>2006-06-09T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:40:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Germination Stage.</title><content type='html'>Swami Ashokananda:&lt;br /&gt;Orthodox Hinduism tradition of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrecy:&lt;br /&gt;its the need to germinate.&lt;br /&gt;Its how babies grow inside the womb and cannot grow outside.&lt;br /&gt;So don't feel bad. When not engaging with or opening to others in any process that feels premature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Choquette was right: don't give it away the first time - her teacher has said, she mentioned. use it several times before you come up with it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myss:&lt;br /&gt;certain thngs are not meant to be spoken about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about the what it is meant to be "pregnant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramakrishna Paramahamsa has said:&lt;br /&gt;when the plant is small it needs to be protected. but when it becomes a tree, anything can rest under its shade, because it has grown so beautifully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114991567474622648?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114991567474622648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114991567474622648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114991567474622648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114991567474622648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/06/germination-stage.html' title='The Germination Stage.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114819531152381873</id><published>2006-05-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:41:29.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receiving is an act of generosity</title><content type='html'>You have to have the generous heart to give.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that you have to have a generous heart to receive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiementing with it, I realize receiving is not easy if the heart is not open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114819531152381873?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114819531152381873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114819531152381873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114819531152381873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114819531152381873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/05/receiving-is-act-of-generosity.html' title='Receiving is an act of generosity'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114819516498387858</id><published>2006-05-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:29:36.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The nagging feeling that will never leave my spirit.</title><content type='html'>In these days I am training myself to leaving behind the density and burden of my mind while trying to use its capacity to go through the many activities that I am moved to act on through the entirety of the days rolling in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I am going through this new day as such, the nagging in my spirit that is now NOT new takes retreat in me one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure out that it is about the feelings of guilt and nagging sensation that exist in the ancient human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I realize will not leave just as, as Gary Zukav says, the sorrowful heart for the crying babies and hungry mothers living amidst human lives will not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And changing this as he says requires the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my thoughts shows that I cannot rest. But now I don't want to escape from this restlessness. I want to be grateful to be alive to these feelings. I want to accept and make the choices that is possible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zukav has shared that somehow he thought life of freedom will allow him to be beyond harsh feelings and such but it is not. So I need not will to push away the nagging spirits in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to live through it and bringing this into this writing is one way of making peace with these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only places that now seems to count are my choices and intentions that arise from within. Living is a choice that I have made. As I choose to continue living in this lifestyle, the only thing remains is my state of inner being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that it is in my attempt to maintain my inner state in some of these ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By accepting within myself conflicts that arises in me and outside myself.&lt;br /&gt;By doing things with care.&lt;br /&gt;By having healthy choices for food.&lt;br /&gt;By allowing time to contemplate and immerse in God.&lt;br /&gt;By attempting to be mindful of negative thinking and surrender it to God.&lt;br /&gt;By seeing the hands of God and realize that I do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;By knowing that each one is guided by the hands of the divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114819516498387858?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114819516498387858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114819516498387858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114819516498387858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114819516498387858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/05/nagging-feeling-that-will-never-leave.html' title='The nagging feeling that will never leave my spirit.'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114589593827135724</id><published>2006-04-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:34:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safest place: The Heart</title><content type='html'>The safest place one can reside in is the Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114589593827135724?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114589593827135724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114589593827135724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114589593827135724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114589593827135724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/04/safest-place-heart.html' title='Safest place: The Heart'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114305590995054335</id><published>2006-03-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:34:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosity Exchange: Children, Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ask for Help: Receiving is an act of generosity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Cheryl Richardson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: Are the parents really 'giving' love when they say bye bye to their kids leaving them at school?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have guessed it so clearly if i have been engaged in a loving act toward my own child.&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed it as my child was away - the other parents and their children.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the generosity of the kids in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the parents are doing their parenting jobs - the reward is this - in the process apparently learning to love their children, they learn to love themselves. So who is the receiver - the parents. And the children only give the gifts that God has sent them for - to see that their parents love themselves. Dr.Phil says "so you already have a job for your unborn child" - yes, but not in the way that the parents conveive but in an unsuspectingly subtle way they come to teach about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they receive love from their parents, they act as an agent of generosity for in that act they open the channels of love to flow from within the parents themselves.&lt;br /&gt;What sacred act could one conceive of more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114305590995054335?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114305590995054335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114305590995054335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114305590995054335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114305590995054335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/generosity-exchange-children-parents.html' title='Generosity Exchange: Children, Parents'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114266942082301124</id><published>2006-03-18T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:34:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be there Mother Sarada</title><content type='html'>Be there Mother Sarada as a vision of mother to my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there Mother Sarada as a vision of friend and partner to my partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there Mother Sarada watching my every move&lt;br /&gt;Be there Mother Sarada as I identify with fears&lt;br /&gt;and my passion for outer purpose&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose me as You move me into my Outer purpose, of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me Mother Sarada:&lt;br /&gt;They - my children and partner - have the capacity to move forward on their own&lt;br /&gt;Just as I move forward by knowing the path that opens through your Presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide us Mother Sarada:&lt;br /&gt;For our physical presence and thoughts for each other&lt;br /&gt;Facilitate us into being as a family soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114266942082301124?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114266942082301124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114266942082301124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114266942082301124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114266942082301124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-there-mother-sarada.html' title='Be there Mother Sarada'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114266922381594151</id><published>2006-03-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:33:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Annai Sarada Is Awareness Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Awareness That IS Sri Annai Sarada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WATCH ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there as a vision of mother to my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there as a vision of friend and partner to my partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there watching my every move&lt;br /&gt;Be there as I identify with fears&lt;br /&gt;and my passion for outer purpose&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose me as You move me into my Outer purpose of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me:&lt;br /&gt;They - my children and partner - have the capacity to move forward on their own&lt;br /&gt;Just as I move forward by knowing the path that opens through your Presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide us:&lt;br /&gt;For our physical presence and thoughts for each other&lt;br /&gt;Facilitate us into being as a family soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch me - my ego, thoughts, emotions and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch as I write.&lt;br /&gt;You watch as my thoughts are sad.&lt;br /&gt;You watch as my heart closes&lt;br /&gt;You watch as I feel heavy in my forehead, throat and chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are not me&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are not me&lt;br /&gt;My actions are not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the One that is ME&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you not Known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know Thyself" through me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114266922381594151?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114266922381594151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114266922381594151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114266922381594151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114266922381594151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/sri-annai-sarada-is-awareness-itself.html' title='Sri Annai Sarada Is Awareness Itself'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114246093432278424</id><published>2006-03-15T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:32:36.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Annai Sarada Devi</title><content type='html'>Sri Annai Sarada Devi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Awareness&lt;br /&gt;As You are present in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole world is your home"&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is strange anymore because&lt;br /&gt;I see you pervaded in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me see you in everything:&lt;br /&gt;In the emotions and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of every moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't feel lost and lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114246093432278424?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114246093432278424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114246093432278424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114246093432278424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114246093432278424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/sri-annai-sarada-devi.html' title='Sri Annai Sarada Devi'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114215604489200586</id><published>2006-03-12T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:32:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story and The Vision for Humanity</title><content type='html'>If we are familiar with the works of authors like Marianne Williamson and Caroline Myss, we may have become familiar of the soul of the America Nation that stands on the karma of the suffering of the slavery of the Blacks and the Native Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Europeans traveled to the far off land and the Natives at first mistook these white figures for Gods. But soon the hospitality of the Natives served the suvival needs of the Europeans in rough new lands. The fever of colonization took advantage of this hospitality. The effort of the Natives to survive this has had its price. 'Broken promises' it is described, to narrate the treaties and so on, with the Natives that the European settlers abused as this Nation began to birth itself newly at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story we may know but what brought me to tell this story again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Couple of days back, I received an email message through Ron Roth's website saying of his visit to India and his meeting with Sri Bhagawan and Amma of the Oneness University. Keeping in touch with Caroline Myss' works, I have not missed to understand the significance of the healing work of Ron Roth. Similarly, being announced of a meeting between Sri Bhagawan and Ron Roth - although only recently I came across Sri Bhagawan and Amma of the Oneness University - I realized in no time that this was no insignificant matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following through the websites, I became still on coming across this news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deeksha given to Native Elders" - http://www.trueawakening.org/index.php?option=content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=107&amp;amp;Itemid=61 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Bhagavan's Message for the native people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The indigenous people of the world would be the first to become enlightened, thus ushering in the Golden Age. The advent of the Golden Age would end the suffering of all humanity - the indigenous people would have played their role in the divine scheme." (Trueawakening.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back the soul of the tribe of the Natives from suffering, will also heal the heart of the American Nation, which includes the problem of relationships experienced by the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision and activity of Sri Bhagawan and Amma of the Oneness Univerity is to bring enlightenment on this planet by 2012, which means healing will be manifested at the heart of the souls of the people and subsequently as well as of the nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Natives, the healing sign is the birth of the White buffalo calf, which for quite some time now was said to be already birthed! The hands of the white children were prophesied to lead and bring back the hands of the Natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on for answers for "What is the Vision of the Golden Age Movement?" by Sri Bhagawan here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.onenessuniversity.org/humanity.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Native American Legends"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/The_White_Buffalo_Calf_Pipe-Unknown.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Legend of the Native American White Buffalo"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whitebuffalo1.com/miracle.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredible! 9th Sacred White Buffalo Calf Born"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ewebtribe.com/NACulture/articles/9thwhitebuffalo.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114215604489200586?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114215604489200586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114215604489200586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114215604489200586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114215604489200586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-and-vision-for-humanity.html' title='A Story and The Vision for Humanity'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114162974602843976</id><published>2006-03-05T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:31:46.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eckhart Tolle's 'no-thingness' and Its nature by Swami Paramananda</title><content type='html'>Eckhart Tolle in his work, "A New Earth":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some years ago when visiting China, I came upon a stupa on a mountaintop near Guilin. It had writing embossed in gold on it, and I asked my Chinese host what it meant. "It means 'Buddha,'" he said. "Why are there two characters rather than one?" I asked. "One" he explained, means 'man'. The other means 'no.' And the two together means 'Buddha.'" I stood there in awe. The character for Buddha already contained the whole teaching of the Buddha, and for those who have eyes to see, the secret of life. Here are the two dimensions that make up reality, thingness and no-thingness, form and the denial of form, which is the recognition that form is not who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquire then, 'what nature is this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no-thingness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' and&lt;br /&gt;read the following poem to find out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSPIRATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art born of Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Not created by thought,&lt;br /&gt;Nor moulded by fancies,&lt;br /&gt;Thou divine spark of unfathomed origin!&lt;br /&gt;As vision Thou enterest in the heart of the prophet;&lt;br /&gt;In the soul of the poet Thou dwellest as raptures of inspiration;&lt;br /&gt;And in the throat of the singer as musci.&lt;br /&gt;Soul art Thou in our life;&lt;br /&gt;Life art thou in our body.&lt;br /&gt;Who can know Thee, Thou subtlest of subtle?&lt;br /&gt;How can we ever know Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Save when Thou dost come to us in Thy glory&lt;br /&gt;And grant unto us our sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: From 'Rhythm of LIFE'&lt;br /&gt;Poems by Swami Paramananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114162974602843976?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114162974602843976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114162974602843976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114162974602843976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114162974602843976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/eckhart-tolles-no-thingness-and-its.html' title='Eckhart Tolle&apos;s &apos;no-thingness&apos; and Its nature by Swami Paramananda'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-114127430426740576</id><published>2006-03-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:25:13.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering: Jesus and Prahalada, in Hindu mythology</title><content type='html'>"Suffering has a noble purpose: the evolution of consciousness and the burning up of the ego. The man on the cross is an archetypal image. He is every man and every woman. As long as you resist suffering, it is a slow process because the resistance creates more ego to burn up. When you accept suffering, however, there is an acceleration of that process which is brought about by the fact that you suffer consciously. You can accept suffering for yourself, or you can accept it for someone else, such as your child or parent. In the midst of conscious suffering, there is already the transmutation. The fire of suffering becomes the light of consciousness."&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart Tolle: "A New Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suffering cracks open the shell of the ego".&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart Tolle: "Stillness Speaks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hindu Myhtology, Prahalada is an ardent devotee of the Lord (Vishnu)/'the light of consciousness'. His love for God, fueled flames of hatred in his demon king and father, Hiranyakashipu (the ego). Hiranyakashipu wanted himself to be worshipped. The demon king sent his son to be persecuted, only to see his attempts fail a number of times. The boy held on to his love of God. Repeating the name of the Lord, he accepts every suffering inflicted upon him through all his tials of persecution. In thus frustrating the demon king (the suffering experienced by the humans), the Divine or the 'light of consciousness' in the form of his chosen God Vishnu appears before Prahalada, symbolically tearing apart and destroying the demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was sent to be persecuted. After willingly undergoing the final suffering of persecution on the mount of Cross, the light of 'Chirst Consciousness' pierces back into the world in the form of His resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking for the symbol, the light of 'Christ Consciousness' tore upon and destroyed the King Herod - the ego - of His times; in one of Gary Zukav's work he says that Jesus's life and his suffering on the cross discharged the collective human negativity - the King Herod - that was present in His times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-114127430426740576?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/114127430426740576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=114127430426740576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114127430426740576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/114127430426740576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2006/03/suffering-jesus-and-prahalada-in-hindu.html' title='Suffering: Jesus and Prahalada, in Hindu mythology'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-110693447760888795</id><published>2005-01-28T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:30:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Manifestation is costly"</title><content type='html'>In her teaching, Caroline Myss mentions that "manifestation is costly". And the burden of modern life seems to spring from a lack of this vision. In ancient societies and in the eastern societies, life was programmed that this vision was in perspective. In modern society, Dr.Phil, Caroline Myss and Wayne Dyer hold this vision and what a gift to bring that message to life again and again. A mother with a child will be considered to live the most deep way of living; a family will be honored for holding themselves as a family; a person in hard labor will be honored for the amount of his spirit that has gone into the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going to unburden through the superficialities or mindlessness? The Rigpa daily email messages has taught me to avoid going into the other side to balance this lack of perspective - that of PITYING. Pitying is a kind of arrogance it said; as if what is happening to another will not come to you and you separate in the act of pitying. Whereas true Compassion is different from the act of Pitying. By learning to be compassionate, you realise your own vulnerability and feel the suffering as your own, now becoming one with whoever is undergoing that suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honoring life around oneself as it is instead of pitying will turn this around. This demands that I honor my own life in every single way. Such attitude develops compassion and brings more harmony when coming together as friends or neighbors. There is no point in coming together without revering one's own and each other's life as a form of prayer. Whatever it takes to hold in one's heart to nourish the desire for compassion and harmony, let me pay attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and other common acts of appreciation become so loud when living through this kind of reverence and compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-110693447760888795?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/110693447760888795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=110693447760888795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/110693447760888795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/110693447760888795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2005/01/manifestation-is-costly.html' title='&quot;Manifestation is costly&quot;'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10345727.post-110649645533411206</id><published>2005-01-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:27:26.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Sarada Devi</title><content type='html'>In her letter to Sri Sarada Devi, the consort of the Indian Mystic Sri Ramakrishna Parahamsa, Sister Nivedita says: I want to send a prayer in my letter to you but even that would be loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10345727-110649645533411206?l=thelivingquietness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/feeds/110649645533411206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10345727&amp;postID=110649645533411206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/110649645533411206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10345727/posts/default/110649645533411206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelivingquietness.blogspot.com/2005/01/sri-sarada-devi.html' title='Sri Sarada Devi'/><author><name>Bhamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175652309343131848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
