These are words from the ancient Upanishads — Hindu Scripture.
They describe how to attain and sustain a state of being at one with God. Or, put another way, how to achieve a Godly state, in spite of your Self.
Two minutes and 19 seconds of calming, clearing expression.
They remind me of what I used to describe as “the beautiful riddles” that came from Jiddu Krishnamurti’s mouth during his Oak Grove talks in Ojai.
–kwc
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December 21st, 2008 22:10
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January 31st, 2009 16:36
Thank you.
May 25th, 2011 20:29
In my opinion it is not possible not to be one with God.
God is everything, everywhere, eternal, temporary, love, hate, food, divine, dell boy, strawinsky, lady gaga, even elton john, there is only perpetual change against eternity! Or as the French say: Au contraire!
May 25th, 2011 20:55
And that’s what awakening — or remembering — or just be-ing — is about, isn’t it?
The lesson of the ages. The lesson of the Jesus in ‘A Course in Miracles.’
The lesson you learn when you are observing your crumpled body face down in a field 300 feet below your presence and a friend is limping toward your body through the shattered glass from a smashed-up, upside-down van, shouting something but you can’t hear a sound from him because every grain of dirt in the freshly plowed field below and every stone and every blade of grass on the early spring green hills all around is emanating the sweetest, most filling, most resonant music you’ve ever heard — an endless harmonic chorus of “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and you realize you, too, are part of the chorus and your every cell is singing, too, and you remember: This is from where you came. And this is all you really are here to do. To be. An essential part of the chorus. And to hum, as sweetly as you can, at any given moment.
True story.
– from the hairpin curves on Avenue I about 20 miles west of Lancaster, Calif., 1974, in the Antelope Valley of the high Mojave Desert.