rest-in-being
بسم الله‎
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بِسْمِ ٱللّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيم  cosmic current of love that we have to merge back into and when we do it will carry us back into that same divine and sacred origin where we come from; so it's our home, it's our destination, it's also the path whereby we get back home.
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rest-in-being · 6 days ago
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We never react to reality itself because reality is neutral—it simply is.
What you react to is your perception, shaped by your mind, your conditioning, and your past experiences.
This is why two people can experience the same situation but feel completely different emotions.
If you can drop the filters of the mind, you will stop reacting and start responding-fully aware, fully alive, and rooted in the present.
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rest-in-being · 9 days ago
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rest-in-being · 15 days ago
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rest-in-being · 15 days ago
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Faith and belief are not the same.
Belief is borrowed, like second-hand knowledge you accept because someone else said it.
Faith, on the other hand, is your own living experience. Belief is the fear-driven need for certainty, while faith is the relaxed trust in existence itself.
When you truly have faith, you stop clinging to the mind's constant chatter of 'why,' 'how,' and 'what if!
Faith is diving into the unknown and realizing there's nothing to fear because life itself is trustworthy.
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rest-in-being · 16 days ago
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I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
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rest-in-being · 27 days ago
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