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Catholic Upbringing
I was raised Roman Catholic. I was taught to pray to God, to Jesus, to Virgin Mary. One night when I was having a sleepover at my Granna’s, I pretended to be asleep, and from my bed, I watched my Granna kneel down beside her bed and pray, the traditional way. The palms of her hands in prayer beside her heart, her head bent down in reverence. I can’t recall hearing what she murmured to God that night, perhaps her whispers were too muffled or my memory has faded. I prayed every day, usually at bed but often during the day. I lived on a farm, so I found areas…
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Dirty Windows
I was doing a barre class today. I always choose the side of the room with the windows facing the highway. It helps distract ‘me’, anyone who has done a barre class will know why “I” need that. Before I continue with the subject of ‘Dirty Windows’, speaking of exercise, the state of awareness, the observer in us, the observer of the observer, our natural most essential nature, is very conducive to getting the most out of your fitness; barre, pilates, weight lifting, whatever it is you do that rocks your boat. Imagine when you can’t take the pain any longer, your glute muscles are burning or your arms are…
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On the court
Dearest Mooji I remember in satsang you really don’t want to deal with people talking from ‘personhood’. If anyone is talking, you want them talking from their authentic self, beyond the ego. What happens then, as I noticed, there is nothing to say as no problems exist from one grounded in their own awareness as awareness itself. So I am going to write this post keeping You in mind, as if I am standing in front of you in satsang. Although I would never speak of this in satsang as it is beyond trivial but I am not in satsang today and so I shall begin… I play tennis. I love…
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RAIN
Trivial event provoking a rather significant opportunity for growth Today it is raining, so a coincidence that RAIN shone some light, pardon the irony, on my heavy heart, (I can be slightly melodramatic and theatrical, excuse me). I haven’t been doing my regular practice of meditation and analytical enquiry into the Self the past few days. This regular practice solidifies my knowing and even though, I don’t stop being ‘me’, I will have the experience of not being my authentic Self and so might my closest and dearest. It came to a head when my husband said to me, ‘let’s just be positive today’ in a rather stern voice after I…
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Making a pot of tea
A great analogy came to me today. I realize it probably won’t be an original thought but it really was a lightbulb moment and I observed how excited my mind became. Then my mind tried to hold on to it and remember it. So I let it go, sort of. So here it is, ready? First of all its sort of a scientific experiment. These are the ingredients you need; A clear glass measuring cup of boiling hot water – this symbolizes Infinite pure awareness (in fact if we didn’t need to contain the boiling hot water, it would be better if it didn’t have a container at all so…
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Avengers
I just got back from the cinema. My family and I went to see the new Avengers movie. Okay, I have never been into Marvel comics and I am not into super hero movies, so much. The movie itself wasn’t so bad, I did notice there are alot of hard core Avenger fans. It made me happy actually to realize that everyone wants a super hero. The world wants heros. Anyway, I degress. We were watching the previews and there was a movie called Anti Hero or something like that. The main characters body gets taken over by an Anti Hero spirit that does really unkind and serious acts of…
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Diary
As a child, I kept a diary. I always wrote to God, …Dear God. I wrote about all my problems mainly. I added in some gratitude, thanking for this and that so as not to come off unappreciative. I was also told not to just ask God for things all the time, show him that you recognise the blessings in your life. As the years went on, I maintained this. I was always thanking God for my family and whatever else came to mind that I was grateful for, aaaand then, ‘I’ would launch into my worries and concerns. So I have decided today to continue on with my diary but…
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Invitation to Freedom
Dear Mooji In the Invitation you say for us to start at the end to get to the beginning…so I too will start at my end, the reacquaintance with myself. I recall during my childhood talking to the vastness within me, asking God for help out of the hardship I was facing at the time. There didn’t appear to be an answer, and I lost faith along the way, little by little, which I only just heard in a satsang you held at Monte Saharaj. Only to realize now, some thirty years on, from your pointings, that was my true self I was talking to, divinity within me. Thank you Mooji,…