I have to say you have been more than a ray of light in answering my questions.
Thank you Silverraven,
something has happened to you, but it is something which is inexpressible. Let it be so. Be happy. You are blessed. When something inexpressible starts happening then you are on the right track, you are moving towards godliness, the ultimate mystery. Whenever you have something within you which you cannot understand, that simply shows something bigger than you has entered in you – otherwise you could have understood it, you could have figured it out. Something bigger than the mind has penetrated you, a ray of light in the dark soul, a ray of light in the dark night of the mind. The mind cannot comprehend it; it is beyond its understanding. But not beyond understanding, remember. Beyond the understanding that is possible for the mind, but not beyond understanding – because there is understanding which is not of the mind: the understanding of the total organ, of your total being, of your totality.
wow HANS>..your really into it, huh?
Takes a while for me to digest what you write..awesome!
When the unconscious is released you will feel
suddenly that you are accepted, you are not bad.
Nothing is bad. The whole of life becomes deep down a
blessing. You feel blessed. And the moment you feel
blessed, all others around you become blessed; you can
bless them, you can feel happy. Because you feel
condemned, you feel bad about yourself and you think
the same about others. How can you love another's body
if you condemn your own body? If you are against your
own body, how can you love another body? You will
condemn -- deep down you will condemn. Really,
religions have prepared you to become just a ghost. They
don't want you to be with the body, they want you to be
just an unembodied spirit. Everything has been so
condemned..and you have taken it for granted. I have
seen in scriptures, in many scriptures, that it is written
that your body has nothing but blood, fat, phlegm --
just to condemn it. I don't know what these persons who
were writing these scriptures wanted. Did they want
gold to be there? Why is blood bad? Blood is life! But
they have condemned it and we have accepted the
condemnation. They must be mad, insane.
When the mind is in torment,
the body becomes a vessel of that torment and so it breaks down
Unconsciousness is a wandering outside; consciousness
is a deepening of the inside.
So look! -- and when anger is not, it will be
difficult to look: what to look at? The sky is so
vacant, and you are not yet capable of looking at
emptiness. When anger is there, look, watch, and soon
you will see a change. The moment the watcher comes in,
the anger has already started becoming cool, the heat
is lost. Then you can understand that the heat is given
by you; your identification with it makes it hot, and
the moment you feel it is not hot, the fear is gone,
and you feel unidentified with it, different, a
distance. It is there, lightning around you, but you
are not it. A hill starts rising upwards. You become a
watcher: down in the valley, much lightning... distance
grows more and more... and a moment comes when suddenly
you are not joined to it at all. The identity is
broken, and the moment the identity breaks, IMMEDIATELY
the whole hot process becomes a cool process -- anger
Since Liza passed and my experience with the UNKNOWN and seeing the UNKNOWN, I stopped reading the Tarot as well as RUNES! I depend on answers from ANGELS and of course a ray of light...YOU!
Any message from you?
Any message from you? Waiting on the sand. There is some gossip. The end brings good fortune. Disagreements crop up. General unrest can easily develop, and you lay the blame on others. If you stay calm you will succeed in making things go well in the end. Slander will be silenced if you do not gratify it with injured retorts.
Feel possessed by
god. Make it your meditation. Sitting in your bed at
night, feel possessed. And once you have got the knack
of it, it will not be difficult. Within seconds you can
shift; you can disappear and god can be there. Both
cannot exist together: either god is there or you.
Wanna tell me what your're saying in english? You're really out there Hans, no disrespect.
Im confused...gotta tell me what you're saying in english. What's this about gossip?
I have no idea what you mean...no disrespect...
Wanna tell me what your're saying in english? No, if you are not willing to understand, I do respect it.
What's this about gossip? Its your life, not mine. You are on the way to become ruler of an empty city.
The party was in full gear and a man decided to call
up a friend and invite him to join the fun. He dialed
the wrong number and apologized to the sleepy voice
that answered. On the next try he got the same voice.
'I am terribly sorry,' he said, 'I dialed very
carefully. Can't understand how I got the wrong
'Neither can I,' said the sleepy voice. 'Especially
since I have no phone.'
Now, I understand!
ONE DAY THE RABBI OF ZANS WAS STANDING AT THE
WINDOW AND LOOKING OUT INTO THE STREET. SEEING A
PASSER-BY, HE KNOCKED ON THE WINDOW PANE AND
SIGNED TO THE MAN TO COME INTO THE HOUSE.
WHEN THE STRANGER ENTERED THE ROOM, RABBI HAYYIM
ASKED HIM: -- 'TELL ME, IF YOU FOUND A PURSE OF
DUCATS, WOULD YOU RETURN IT TO ITS OWNER?'
'RABBI,' SAID THE MAN, 'IF I KNEW THE OWNER I
SHOULD RETURN THE PURSE WITHOUGH A MOMENT'S
DELAY.' 'YOU ARE A FOOL,' SAID THE RABBI OF ZANS.
THEN HE RESUMED HIS POSITION AT THE WINDOW, CALLED
ANOTHER PASSER-BY, AND PUT THE SAME QUESTION TO
HIM. 'I AM NOT SUCH A FOOL AS TO GIVE UP A PURSE
FULL OF MONEY THAT HAS COME MY WAY,' SAID THE MAN.
'YOU'RE A BAD LOT,' SAID THE RABBI OF ZANS, AND
CALLED IN A THIRD MAN.
HE REPLIED: -- 'RABBI, HOW CAN I KNOW -- ON WHAT
RUNG I SHALL BE WHEN I FIND THE PURSE, OR WHETHER
I SHALL SUCCEED IN FENDING OFF THE EVIL URGE?
PERHAPS IT WILL GET THE BETTER OF ME, AND I SHALL
APPROPRIATE WHAT BELONGS TO ANOTHER. BUT PERHAPS
GOD, BLESSED BE HE, WILL HELP ME TO RIGHT IT, AND
IN THAT CASE, I SHALL RETURN WHAT I HAVE FOUND TO
ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER.' 'THOSE ARE GOOD WORDS,' CRIED
THE ZADDICK. 'YOU ARE A TRUE SAGE.'