Effects of satisfaction: when you are satisfied with Life, and with everything that comes your way, I theorize that people are easier around you, because since your gestures dont indicate that you want something, others wont feel like you are expecting something from them.
Realizing that you are alive takes/(is in) fixing the disconnection between imagination and reality.
Disconnection between imagination and reality. What I once felt was real dies away as I walk out of my meditation.
This is why looking at myself in the mirror creates that confusion, because I choose the way I appear in order to satisfy something about my subconscious, but out in the real world I do not realize what my subconscious is trying to realize by my appearance. I forget, there is a disconnection between my imagination...
Whatever the case, I must have faith that whatever happens is according to God’s will, again I remember, even in my confusion God is working His mysterious ways. The determining factor is not fearlessness, but faith. That even though somethings are not part of your reality, they are, just the way that they are not. And that anything is possible.
You are only as great as you allow yourself to be. You will not do great things until you realize how great you are; your True Greatness reaches Infinity.
Think of what is real, and all of its aspects, all the poetry you can imagine, everything that inspires your heart. All in terms of what is Real, the Reality that is beyond what you believe, but whatever you end up believing, make sure you believe it where ever you go; not only in your meditation.
I must be willing to let go of everything I believe and have believed about the world.
Wake me up God, please wake me up.My soul cries out for a hint of breath of life; by body in its closed coffin breaks its hand through to search for light, but only finds dirt to suffocate me all the more. It’s not in my will to find it. In these times of darkness, let me walk among the dead.
As I walked along, I wanted to connect my surroundings with my imagination, everything that I saw was part of Reality. All I see has as many wonders as Reality has, and all I dont see. This includes every person here. I realized that I never recognized my brothers as part of God. And my conscious mind says I am forgetting those in torment, but I think they are encompassed within this mystery. Maybe this is the sense in which I need no one; I need not your approval to know that you are my brother.
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