Longing begins as the sense of something missing. It drives us through desires, journeys, and encounters. But when longing ripens into shraddha and bhakti, it ceases to be a search and becomes a recognition. Truth is not found outside; it rises within. And in that rising, questions vanish, leaving only the fragrance of Ananda — eternal, uncaused, infinite. This is Nithyananda.
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You are the Artist; The Universe is the Canvas.
The world is Maya, dependent on the consciousness. The illusion is not false in the sense of non-existent, but contingent: like a reflection in a mirror. Without the gaze, the reflection vanishes. Awareness is the silent ground upon which the play of forms arises.
Death is dear.
The earth is four billion years old. It is expected to exist for another five billion years. Five billion years is a jiffy in the cosmic space. A jiffy is like the duration of a heartbeat. The earth will disappear in a jiffy in the cosmic space. So are the suns, stars and the galaxies.
Chapter 1. Death.
The atman is not born nor dies; nor did it come from anywhere; nor was it anything. The atman is unborn, eternal, ancient, ever present and not slain though the body is slain – Katopanishad.
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