Thursday, April 23, 2009
[TSLNotes] Babaji Speaks: The Body
I got this message below in my email today and found it well timed because today is Annie's memorial.
May 31, 2000
"Blessings:
Change is the Law of Nature. Change is difficult for the Ego to accept. People would have Babaji keep one body. How is that possible? The body is temporary. The mind cannot accept that. It cannot accept the end of the body, so it tries to make a God out of the body. But if I kept the body, this the mind would not also accept, and the result would be that many would take this body and shred it to pieces.
Change is the Law of Nature. Change is difficult for the Ego to accept. People would have Babaji keep one body. How is that possible? The body is temporary. The mind cannot accept that. It cannot accept the end of the body, so it tries to make a God out of the body. But if I kept the body, this the mind would not also accept, and the result would be that many would take this body and shred it to pieces.
"There is a great darkness descending upon this world. Do not be deceived by the good news. The few seek control over the many. You must be strong. You must think for yourselves. BE ALERT. BE AWARE. The arrogance of the ego grows stronger. And this will only lead to misery and despair."
Babaji
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Growing up - and what to do about it. A story for children.
I'm too young
You're too old
You're too busy
So who's gonna do it???
----
Don't feel that you are too young.
Don't feel that you are too old.
Don't feel that you are too busy.
You're too old
You're too busy
So who's gonna do it???
----
Don't feel that you are too young.
Don't feel that you are too old.
Don't feel that you are too busy.
The demiurge.
I saw a demon in the mirror.
I contemplated its nature and realized that it had no light.
The demon in the mirror was dark so it could not be seen/real.
It was a paradox. To see a demon there reflecting light, and to henceforth be seen. Yet the demon has no light and henceforth cannot be real.
I contemplate this:
The unknown is dark and therefore unknown.
When the known and the unknown stand together, a mystery is born.
I found out this:
At the heart of the mystery is a lie.
Its limbs are lies too.
The criminal holds a gun to the hostage.
Hiding behind the light, the so-called unknown projects illusions.
This is when his light went away,
When his sense of grandeur rejected the Light.
From a single thought spawns all the criminals acts.
From fear does the criminal keep up his charade.
Space, Time and the Sun are all his creation.
All his attempts at corrupt manipulation.
The Rescuers came to free the hostage.
A delicate task against a being who had lost it.
What they did was complex, but it was sucessful.
True-beings should awaken, then we can go home.
I contemplated its nature and realized that it had no light.
The demon in the mirror was dark so it could not be seen/real.
It was a paradox. To see a demon there reflecting light, and to henceforth be seen. Yet the demon has no light and henceforth cannot be real.
I contemplate this:
The unknown is dark and therefore unknown.
When the known and the unknown stand together, a mystery is born.
I found out this:
At the heart of the mystery is a lie.
Its limbs are lies too.
The criminal holds a gun to the hostage.
Hiding behind the light, the so-called unknown projects illusions.
This is when his light went away,
When his sense of grandeur rejected the Light.
From a single thought spawns all the criminals acts.
From fear does the criminal keep up his charade.
Space, Time and the Sun are all his creation.
All his attempts at corrupt manipulation.
The Rescuers came to free the hostage.
A delicate task against a being who had lost it.
What they did was complex, but it was sucessful.
True-beings should awaken, then we can go home.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
In Memorial - Annie Rigle
You are my own heart.
Words cannot express your great love.
May you safely and quickly return to your True Divine Home.
Tr. I. P. (travel in peace)
May you be met with Joy, Celebration, and Laughter.
In Memorial - Annie Rigle 4-8-09
Words cannot express your great love.
May you safely and quickly return to your True Divine Home.
Tr. I. P. (travel in peace)
May you be met with Joy, Celebration, and Laughter.
In Memorial - Annie Rigle 4-8-09
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Morning White Crane
The Morning White Crane
Don't regret it.
Don't be there where earth was so sad.
There is nothing there, just passing pictures on my soul.
That dreaded deceptive soul mate was my enemy,
Now bind their limbs and let it be their pain.
A black crane lives on the earth and protects me.
The chaos that comes is Life destroying Darkness's system,
Get up in the sky. Get up in the sky.
The white crane doesn't regret flapping its wings.
(For LH)
Don't regret it.
Don't be there where earth was so sad.
There is nothing there, just passing pictures on my soul.
That dreaded deceptive soul mate was my enemy,
Now bind their limbs and let it be their pain.
A black crane lives on the earth and protects me.
The chaos that comes is Life destroying Darkness's system,
Get up in the sky. Get up in the sky.
The white crane doesn't regret flapping its wings.
(For LH)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
This Choice of Pigs.
On Earth we have this choice,
This choice of pigs.
A Sunday choice to sit by the water, but not to bathe
Chosen pain to partake in, but pain can only make them sad.
What can pain add?
This choice of pigs.
A Sunday choice to sit by the water, but not to bathe
Chosen pain to partake in, but pain can only make them sad.
What can pain add?
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I Forget Her Name
Who am I?
I came across a friend, she layed there kind of weary.
Well, dead asleep she was, of truth I won't be leery.
"Hey there girl, Why don't you awaken?"
I asked by there was no reply
"hmm" I though, now feeling forsaken.
But something else I could try,
I sat for contemplation.
I sat and closed my eyes.
Well don't you know, here she speaks
When there she is dead sleeping.
Here she so much more awake,
Well gee, am I just dreaming?
What she showed me... another time.
I came across a friend, she layed there kind of weary.
Well, dead asleep she was, of truth I won't be leery.
"Hey there girl, Why don't you awaken?"
I asked by there was no reply
"hmm" I though, now feeling forsaken.
But something else I could try,
I sat for contemplation.
I sat and closed my eyes.
Well don't you know, here she speaks
When there she is dead sleeping.
Here she so much more awake,
Well gee, am I just dreaming?
What she showed me... another time.
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