#sannyasins

[hkunlimited]

Buddhism 399: Homelessness and the Joy of Giving…

Give more than you take. That will be more than enough, and the world will be a better place. That is the essence of almost all religions, Buddhism included, regardless of whether you consider Buddhism first and foremost a philosophy, as I tend to think. But philosophies don’t usually include a call to action, whereas religions usually do. Buddhism doesn’t do that, though, not specifically, but…

[rightnewshindi]

आचार्य रजनीश ओशो के आश्रम में 6 साल की बच्ची के साथ तीन संन्यासियों ने किया रेप, महिला ने खुद किया खुलासा

Maharashtra News: ओशो जिन्हें पहले ‘रजनीश’ के नाम से भी जाना जाता था, उनके पुणे आश्रम से एक सनसनीखेज मामले का खुलासा हुआ है। दरअसल, एक महिला ने बहुत बड़ा आरोप लगाया है। एक 54 वर्��ीय विदेशी महिला ने भारतीय धर्मगुरु रजनीश के कुख्यात सेक्स पंथ में पले-बढ़े होने का अपना दुखद अनुभव साझा किया है। उन्हें ओशो (Osho) के नाम से भी जाना जाता है। द टाइम्स के साथ एक साक्षात्कार में प्रेम सरगम नामक महिला ​​ने…

[dandanjean]

Trouver

Nous ne sommes pas grands par nos trouvailles, mais par notre besoin de trouver. * J’ai fermé les yeux. Tout s’est dissous instantanément, bleuifié, étalé – les mots, les peines, les questions ; c’étaient seulement des durcissements, des plissements de je qui veut retenir l’immensité dans une cage, et qui ne peut pas et qui souffre de ne pas pouvoir – “je” se relâche, et tout s’emplit d’infini.…

[felafitzgerald]

Human Condition.

Humans are unique on Earth

in that we are Carriers.

We are Collectors, Curators,

generating our future through

what we save; what we dismiss.

We share suffering when in crisis,

we share balance when we dance

What makes us unique among humans

is what we choose to carry,

what we choose to release,

where we live and who with,

what cannot be left behind

when we must leave our home.

how hard it is, the decision to say goodbye

and how stark true loneliness is,

what it means to have no choice,

What it means to be desperate,

What it means to be told to leave,

and for there to even be a place

where you are not welcome anymore.

-david patrone

#napkindiaries

This may not necessarily be true. I can imagine that there may be higher beings here on Earth which almost all of us are not aware of. I'm almost positive that the megaliths, pyramids and other inexplicable phenomena of the ancient world indicate the existence of advanced technology and beings of greater ability and intelligence at some point in the past. If they were able to do things 12,000 years ago that we are not able or willing to do today; then, I'm sure their technology is so advanced by now that they could easily be hiding in plain sight, manipulating and cultivating humans as a workforce to achieve their goals, whoever THEY may be. The reality is that humans are probably not unique on earth when it comes to cognitive ability and these other factors; but, if there are higher beings on Earth and they don't reveal their existence and help us solve our problems here, then what good is their intellect? if they are not utilizing this superior ability to help society to benefit it's members, then they don't really get to be acknowledged as being a part of this world do they? They are an adversary to the advancement of our world. It would indicate that we are just some colony to them. If they don't contribute to the solution to the human condition, they're just another obstacle aren't they?

#beinghuman #hobo #catchingout #awakening #humancondition #sanatanadharma #maya #illusion #suffering #attachment #acetic #sannyasin #banned #exile #leftbehind #settingboundaries #lament #vagabond #wanderer #freespirit #roughingit #vedanta #onthestreets #opposablethumb #literaryagent

[tenth-sentence]

For a guy who really liked material possessions, calling his followers sannyasins was a good way to remind them that, look, possessions were super-important to him, and in theory they're also good for your, but it's even better if you give yours to him.

"Zealot: A Book About Cults" - Jo Thornely

[byou-shin]

‎══ ୧ ⋅ ⋅ ∘ ˖︵ ꕀ ♱ ꕀ ︵˖ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ୨ ══

. . . . . . n e w c h a r a c t e r s . . . . . .

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༺ Pope Gregorius XVI ⊹ ﹏ Head of the Catholic Church, Ruler of the Papal States, Head of Sanctus Dei. ༺ Anshelm E. A. Sangfroid ⊹ ﹏ Earl of Lincoln, Prince of Albion. ༺ Shalva Bahadur Rana ⊹ ﹏ Aghori-Sannyasins from Bagmati River, Lieutenant of Zion Sangriento's Armed Force. ༺ Ayse Raziye ⊹ ﹏ Duchess of Tigris, Misr Inspector General. ༺ Judy Doll ⊹ ﹏ Maiden of Red Zephyr, Overseer Assistant of Madam Zoftig's House of Exotica. ༺ Lucy Doll ⊹ ﹏ Maiden of Red Zephyr, Overseer Assistant of Madam Zoftig's House of Exotica. ༺ Matteo R. Guidetti ⊹ ﹏ Catholic Priest, Sanctus Dei member. ༺ Rafael Carmona ⊹ ﹏ Baron of Cantabria, Colonel of Albion Navy.

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[mountain-sage]

You are Light

If you meditate rightly and you become a silent pool of energy, you will move in the world in a totally different way - non-conflicting, non-aggressive, in harmony.

Even if somebody hates you, you will transform that energy into love. Then you will move in the world deeply skillfully... Whatsoever is happening, you will take it, receive it, in a deep love and gratitude. Even if somebody insults you, you will accept it in deep love.

And then the insult will be no more an insult. And then you will be nourished by it. By the insult he has thrown a certain amount of energy. He is losing it, you can gain it. You can simply receive it, welcome it. And if this becomes your natural way of life — the way of the sannyasin, not the way of the soldier — every moment you will feel things are growing into a new light and your mind is becoming more and more illuminating...

That source of luminosity is within you. It is not outside you. If you seek it outside, you seek in vain. Close your eyes and go within yourself. It is there... waiting since eternity. It is your innermost nature. You are luminosity, your being is luminous. This luminosity is not borrowed, it is your innermost core. It is you. You are light — a light unto yourself.

Osho

[proudhinduforever]

Greatness of Vyadha Geeta

I have always wondered if everyone is worthy of worship. There are people who need to carry out very vile tasks. Do they attain liberation? The Vyadha Geeta offers answers to such questions. This is one of the greatest writings in Hinduism, where a butcher is praised for his devotion through karma yoga. It has always felt incredible to me. For me, the Vyadha Geeta seems to be one of the greatest reflections of karma yoga.

The Vyadha Gita (meaning, songs of a butcher) is a part of the epic Mahabharata and consists of the teachings imparted by a vyadha (butcher) to a sannyasin (monk). It occurs in the Vana Parva section of Mahabharata and is told to Yudhishthira, a Pandava by sage Markandeya. In the story, an arrogant sannyasin is humbled by a vyadha (butcher or hunter), and learns about dharma (righteousness). The vyadha teaches that "no duty is ugly, no duty is impure" and it is only the way in which the work is done, determines its worth.

Story:

The story has only three characters—a brahmin sannyasi, a housewife and a vyadha (butcher). The story begins with a young sannyasi going to a forest, where he meditates and practices spiritual austerities for a long time. After years of practice, one day while sitting under a tree, dry leaves fall on his head because of a fight between a crow and a crane. The angry sannyasi had developed yogic powers and burnt the birds with his mere look. This incident fills the sannyasin with arrogance. Shortly thereafter, he goes to a house, begging for food. Here the housewife who was nursing her sick husband requests the sannyasi to wait. To this, the sannyasi thinks, "You wretched woman, how dare you make me wait! You do not know my power yet", to which the housewife says that she is neither a crow nor a crane, to be burnt. The sannyasi is amazed and asks her how she came to know about the bird. The housewife says that she did not practice any austerities and by doing her duty with cheerfulness and wholeheartedness, she became illumined and thus could read his thoughts.She redirects him to a dharma-vyadha (meaning, the righteous butcher) in the town of Mithila and says that the dharma-vyadha would answer all his questions on dharma.The surprised sannyasi asks the vyadha as to how he could become illumined by doing a "filthy, ugly work". The vyadha says that he is working as per the principles of karma, which placed him in a circumstance into which he is born.

The vyadha further advises, "no duty is ugly, no duty is impure" and it is only the way in which the work is done, determines its worth.

The vyadha advises that all work must be done by "dedicating to God" and by sincere and unattached performance of the allotted duty one can become illumined. The vyadha advises the sannyasi that ahimsa (non-violence) and satya (truth) are two main pillars of dharma through which the highest good of all can be achieved. He says that a decision on what is true under difficult circumstances should be made by sticking to that course of action which leads to the highest good of beings.The vyadha, teaches that not birth but dharma and virtuous conduct makes one a Brahmana.

The story describes the importance of performance of swadharma (prescribed duty or duty in life). According to the story, a Vyadha, considered low by birth, but engaged in dharma and doing good to others is capable of teaching a Brahmana, considered higher by birth, but practices austerities for his own good. The attainment of freedom, by the performance of swadharma, is also one of the central teachings of the Bhagavad Gita. Swami Vivekananda, describes the Vyadha Gita in one of his lectures in Karma Yoga and says that it contains one of the "highest flights of the Vedanta".

[thevachak]

A youth, Prince Shrona, was initiated by Buddha. The people in the capital could not believe it. No one had ever imagined that Shrona would become a bhikkhu, a monk. Buddha’s monks could not believe it either, their eyes were popping out when Shrona came and fell at Buddha’s feet and said, ”Initiate me, make me a bhikkhu.”

Shrona was an emperor, and a famous emperor. He was famous for indulgence. His royal palace had the most beautiful women of that era. His palace had the finest wines, gathered from every corner of the world. Celebration went on all night long, he slept all day. He was so drowned in indulgence that no one had ever thought he could imagine becoming a sannyasin. When he climbed the steps he didn’t have railings put up, but had naked women stand there. He would climb the stairs putting his hand on their shoulders. He made his house into a heaven. His palace was such that gods in heaven would be jealous.

The bhikkhus asked Buddha, ”We can’t believe it, Shrona being initiated!”

Buddha said, ”Whether you believe it or not, I knew he was going to take sannyas. To tell you the truth it is for him that I came to the capital today. What goes to one extreme will go to the other extreme too. Indulgence is one extreme, he did that completely. Now there is no way to move further there, no way to satisfy the ego. He has whatever is possible in that world. Now a wall has come in front of the ego, where can the ego go now? The ego demands more. Now there isn’t any more, so the ego must return, must go back in the opposite direction. When the pendulum of a clock goes all the way to the right, it must return towards the left. Then it goes all the way to the left and has to return again to the right. When the pendulum of a clock is going to the left, remember that it is gathering momentum to go to the right. And when it is going to the right it is gathering momentum to go to the left. One who has a subtle vision will be able to see this. One who goes into extreme indulgence will one day go into extreme yoga.

Buddha said, ”Wait a few days, you will see the truth of what I am saying.”

And people saw. The other bhikkhus walked on a well paved road, but Shrona walked through thorns and brush, his feet became drenched in blood. When the sun was hot the other bhikkhus sat in the shade of the trees. Shrona would stand in the sun. The other bhikkhus wore clothes, he used only a loin cloth. And it seemed as if he was eager to drop the loin cloth too. Then one day he did drop it. The other bhikkhus ate once a day, Shrona ate only once in two days. The other bhikkhus ate sitting down. Shrona ate standing up. The other bhikkhus kept a bowl, Shrona didn’t keep even a bowl, only his hand… he ate only the food that fit in his hand. His beautiful body shrivelled. Previously people used to come from miles around to see his body. His face had been very charming, immensely beautiful. After he had been a bhikkhu for three months anyone who saw him would not recall that this was Emperor Shrona. His feet became blistered, his body became black, he shrivelled and became just bones. And he went on disciplining himself.

Buddha said, ”Do you see bhikkhus, I had told you that what goes to one extreme, will go to the other extreme! It is difficult to stop in the middle, because the middle is the death of the ego.”

Then Shrona stopped eating. Then he stopped taking water. He continued from one extreme to another. It seemed he would be a guest on this earth only two or three more days, then die. This is when Buddha went to his door, to the tree under which he had built a hut to rest in. He was lying down. Buddha said to him, ”Shrona, I have come to ask you something. I have heard that when you were an emperor you had a passion for playing the veena, and that you were very skilled at playing it, that you took great interest in the veena. I have come to ask you a question: when the strings of the veena are very loose, will music arise or not?”

Shrona said, ”What are you talking about? You know it well if the strings are very loose music cannot arise, they cannot even sound a twang.”

Buddha said, ”Then I ask you this: if the strings are tightened too much will music arise or not?”

Shrona said, ”If they are tightened too much the strings will snap, music will not arise, only the sound of snapping strings will arise. How can music arise from the sound of an instrument breaking?”

Then Buddha said, ”I have come to remind you. Just as you have experienced the veena, I experience the veena of life. I say unto you, if the strings of life are very tight music does not arise, and if the strings of life are very loose, again music does not arise. The strings need to be in the middle Shrona, neither too tight nor too loose. The greatest skill of a musician is in bringing the strings exactly to the middle, this is what is meant by tuning an instrument.”

This is why when you see Indian classical music, it takes half an hour or an hour to tune the instruments. Tuning instruments is a great art. To bring the strings to that middle point where it cannot be said that they are too loose or too tight, one needs great skill, a very sensitive ear. Only a connoisseur of music is able to tune.

”The veena of life is exactly the same,” Buddha said, ”It is enough Shrona, wake up now. I was waiting to let you come to the extreme. At first your strings were very loose, now you have tightened them too much. Music didn’t happen then, nor does it happen now: are you experiencing samadhi? What is all this that you are doing? Previously you stuffed yourself, now you are fasting to death. Previously you never went barefoot, if you went anywhere the road was covered with velvet. And now if the path is good you will not move on it. You move in the brush, in the thorns, on rough, rugged paths. Perhaps previously you had never drunk water but only wine. Now you are afraid to drink even water! Now you want to avoid water too. Previously at your house incomparable meat dishes were prepared, now you are not ready even to eat dry bread. See how you have moved from one extreme to the other? That extreme was unmusical, this too is unmusical. I call out to you: Now is the time, come to the middle.”

Tears began to flow from Shrona’s eyes. He became alert. He saw his situation.

And as soon as someone comes to the middle, the ego dies – it cannot live. The ego is a disease, the ego can exist only if your mind is sick. The life of the ego comes out of your being sick, and extremes are the secret of your being sick.

[picsofsannyas]

BELOVED OSHO, I AM JUST CURIOUS. HAVE YOU READ THE BOOK ZORBA THE GREEK BY KAZANTZAKIS? I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IS NOT ZORBA EXACTLY THE WAY YOU WANT US TO BE? AT LEAST THAT IS HOW I UNDERSTAND YOUR TEACHING.

I have been Zorba the Greek for many lives. I need not read the book; that is my autobiography. And that's what I would like you to be. Take life joyfully, take life easily, take life relaxedly, don't create unnecessary problems. Ninety-nine percent of your problems are created by you because you take life seriously. Seriousness is the root cause of problems. Be playful, and you will not miss anything -- because life is God. Forget about God; just be alive, be abundantly alive. Live each moment as if this is the last moment. Live it intensely; let your torch burn from both sides together. Even if it is only for one moment, that is enough. One moment of intense totality is enough to give you the taste of God. You can live in a lukewarm way, the bourgeois way, the middle-class way. You can go on living, dragging yourself for millions of years -- you will only collect dust from the roads and nothing else. One moment of clarity, totality, spontaneity, and you burn like a flame. Just one moment is enough! One moment will make you eternal; you will enter from that moment into eternity. That's my whole message for my sannyasins: live it in such way that you need not repent, ever.

A friend has sent me a paper-cutting.

An old woman, eighty-five years old, was asked by a journalist that if she had to live again, how would she live?

The old woman said -- there is a great insight in it, remember it -- "If I had my life to live over, I would dare to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I would have fewer imaginary ones.

"You see, I am one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments, and if I had it to do over again I would have more of them. In fact, I would try to have nothing else -- just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I have been one of those persons who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it again I would travel lighter than I have.

"If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and stay that way later into the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies."

And that's my vision of a sannyasin too. Live this moment as totally as possible. Don't be too sane, because too much sanity leads to insanity. Let a little craziness exist in you. That gives zest to life, that makes life juicy. Let a little irrationality always be there. That makes you capable of playing, being playful; that helps you to relax. A sane person is utterly hung up in the head, he cannot get down from there. He lives upstairs. Live all over the place, this is your house! Upstairs, good, the ground floor, perfectly good -- and the basement is beautiful too. Live all over the place, this is your house. And don't wait for next time, I would like to tell this old woman, because the next time never comes.

Not that you will not be born again; you will be born again, but then you will forget. Then you will start again from ABC. This old woman has been here before. She must have been here millions of times before. And I can say to you that each time, nearabout the age of eighty-five, she would have decided the same way: "Next time I'm going to do it differently." But next time you don't remember -- that's the problem. You lose all memory of the past life. Then again you start from ABC and the same thing happens.

So I would not say to you to wait for the next time. Take hold of this moment! This is the only time there is, there is no other time. Even if you are eighty-five you can start living. And what is there to lose when you are eighty-five? If you go barefoot on the beach in the spring, if you collect daisies -- even if you die in that, nothing is wrong. To die barefoot on the beach is the right way to die. To die collecting daisies is the right way to die. Whether you are eighty-five or fifteen doesn't matter. Take hold of this moment. Be a Zorba. You ask: "I am just curious. Have you read the book Zorba the Greek? I love it so much."

Only loving it won't help. Be it! Sometimes it happens that you love the opposite of what you are. You enjoy the opposite of what you are -- because it releases fantasies in you. It gives you a vision of how you would like to be: that's the appeal of a Zorba.

But loving the book will not help. That's what people have been doing down the ages. People love the Bible, and don't become Jesus, and they love the Heart Sutra -- they repeat it, they chant it every day. Millions of people in the East repeat the Heart Sutra five times a day -- in China, in Japan, in Korea, in Vietnam -- they go on repeating it. It is a small sutra; it can be repeated within minutes. They love it, but they don't become it!

Be a Zorba. Remember it: loving books is not going to help, only being helps.

"I love it so much. Is not Zorba exactly the way you want us to be?" Not exactly, because I would not like many Zorbas in the world. Not exactly, because that would be ugly and monotonous and boring. You be a Zorba in your own way -- not exactly.

Never try to imitate anybody, never be an imitator; that is suicide. Then you will never be able to enjoy. You will always remain a carbon copy, you will never be the original. And all that happens in life -- truth, beauty, good, liberation, meditation, love -- happens to the original, never to the carbon copy. Beware -- not exactly; that is dangerous. If you simply start following Zorba and start doing things as he is doing them you will get into trouble. That's how people have done it.

Look at the Christians, look at the Hindus: they have been trying to do it exactly. Nobody can be a Buddha again! God does not permit any repetition! God does not allow secondhand people, he loves firsthand people. He loved Buddha. He loved so much that it is finished. Now there is no need for Buddha. It would not be a love affair anymore. It would be like going to the same movie that you have seen before, it would be like reading the same book that you have read many times before. God is not dull and stupid, he never allows anybody to repeat anybody else: Christ only once, Buddha only once -- and so are you only once! And you are alone, there is nobody else like you. Only you are you. This I call reverence for life. This is really self-respect.

Learn from Zorba, learn the secret, but never try to imitate. Learn the climate, appreciate, go into it, sympathize with it, participate with Zorba, and then go on your own. Then be yourself.

Osho.

The Heart Sutra Chapter #6 Chapter title: Don't Be Too Sane

[alittlebitoftruthcan]

Look at Jesus, he was not a humble person at all. He was not an egoist, but not humble either. That created the problem, that led him to the cross. He was not humble at all. And now many psychologists say that he was neurotic, and they have a point. Many psychologists say that he was an egomaniac; they have a point. If psychologists study Buddha and Mahavira they will conclude the same things—but they have not studied them. They should have been studied very minutely. So they say he was an egomaniac. Why? You can find reasons—because he was not humble. He used to say, ‘I am God,’ or ‘I am the son of God. I and my father in heaven are one.’ To the egoist mind this will appear like ego. And nobody can say that this man is humble who claims that he and God are one, or who claims that he is the son of God. It looks like a claim to us; to Jesus this was a simple fact. And he was not claiming that you are not the son of God: claiming that he is the son of God, he claimed for you all. It is Christianity which claimed the wrong thing; Christianity started to claim that he is the only son of God. That is absurd, that is egomania. But Jesus was saying a simple fact: if the whole creation is out of God, the whole creation is the son, God is the father. He was saying a simple fact with no ego in it, but this disturbed people. They thought a sage must be humble. He used to say, ‘I am the king of the Jews.’ This has been said many times, but to people who were more wise than Jews. Jews were offended that this man who was just a beggar on the street, no more—just a vagabond, just an old hippie—that this man claimed, ‘I am the king of the Jews.’ But he was not claiming anything, he was in a state of mind where there is no ego. Kingship comes into being, but that is not ego. And that kingship doesn’t belong to any worldly affairs, it is not a claim to rule anybody. That kingship is just felt as an inner nature.

Ram Teerth, an Indian mystic of this century, used to call himself Emperor Ram. He was a beggar, but nobody took offense in India because we have known so many beggars saying that, and we know that that happens: a moment comes when a person becomes an emperor without any kingdom. Really, a person becomes an emperor only when there is no kingdom. He went to America, and the American president invited him to visit. The American president felt uncomfortable because Ram Teerth always used to say ‘Emperor Ram.’ Even while talking he would say, ‘Emperor Ram says this.’ So the president humbly asked, ‘I cannot understand this. You don’t seem to have any kingdom, why do you claim that you are an emperor?’ Ram Teerth said, ‘That’s why I claim—because I have nothing to lose, nobody can defeat me. My kingdom is of the eternal, you cannot take it from me. Your kingdom can be taken, your presidency can be destroyed. Nobody can destroy me, I have nothing to lose. I am an emperor because I have no desires.’

If you have desires you are a beggar. So there are two types of beggars, poor beggars and rich beggars. When Jesus said, ‘I am the king of the Jews,’ he was saying this. But people got offended. They said, ‘This is too much. This man cannot be tolerated—he must be crucified, he must be killed.’ But Jesus was a humble man, humble in this sense, that even humbleness was not there—egoless, egolessness was not there—truly humble. But then one starts saying facts. And you live in a world of ego, you interpret because of your egos. So people thought, ‘This man is claiming something—that he is the son of God, he is the king of the Jews—and he is nothing, just a beggar, a vagabond!’ In India nobody would have taken any offense. India has seen so many Jesuses, nobody would have taken offense.

In India every sannyasin is called SWAMI; swami means the master, the king. We call a man swami; swami means the lord. When he leaves everything, when he doesn’t claim anything, when he has nothing, then he becomes swami, then he becomes the lord. Jesus was claiming something Indian in a country which was not India; that became the problem.

— Osho (Vedanta: Seven Steps to Samadhi)

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"What struck me on the beach — and it struck me indeed, so that I staggered as at a blow — was that if the Eternal Principle had rested in that curved thorn I had carried about my neck across so many leagues, then it might rest in anything, and in fact probably did rest in everything, in every thorn on every bush, in every drop of water in the sea. The thorn was a sacred Claw because all thorns were sacred Claws; the sand in my boots was sacred sand because it came from a beach of sacred sand. The cenobites treasured up the relics of the sannyasins because the sannyasins had approached the Pancreator. But everything had approached and even touched the Pancreator, because everything had dropped from his hand. Everything was a relic. All the world was a relic. I drew off my boots, that had traveled with me so far, and threw them into the waves that I might not walk shod on holy ground." - Gene Wolfe, Citadel of the Autarch. 1983. p. 258.

[nhundal03]

For Marlon God of Shocka

We, Surreyjack Gang, pledge to be the Sokhu Crips!

I offer you this Punjabi from color Black, visa vi Maliiyalum like Africans in huge Turbans from the Governmental Punjabi, and of course Punjabi from the Sarcophagus!

and I was the Mystic Bard..lest there be a monopoly on Bhangra as a dance in Dehli from my brothers!

Sukhjiwan is my cousin from Vancouver, perhaps a Sannyasin Nationality 45 God!

All the 6th vertical to be redirected to SurreyJacks (Sokhu Crips our basketball team). When this happened, the Holy Family's abstract was 2 tone (not onyx not chameleon but both. Anyone can see sex at any level. Level 3 does not hinder me from MY past life as Rajneesh. The Punjabi's get level 4 and the Tibetans get level 5. Of course, this is the 6th verticals' perspective on the 5 levels of arch angels; which only I get in evolution as God! By level 4, it may as well have changed; but level 3 I was getting before the update. For thos egoless, the Holy Family's collective pot is more or less a 2nd take; of the 5 updates from 33 to 66

[dandanjean]

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What Is The True Meaning Of Sannyasa ? | Swami Bhoomananda Tirtha

The word Sannyasa is widely misunderstood to be one of running away from the world and resigning to a forest or mountain and living a life of meditation and seclusion. Swamiji clarifies beautifully that it is not so, it is actually an inner state and attainment. Even while remaining in midst of the world and being tremendously active, one can be a sannyasin!

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"Kidnapped!" From the Bhasma Jabala Upanishad, "The Exploration of the Mysteries of the Son of the Ash Heap."

Next, the Upanishad says one must be kidnapped and washed off by the god Shiva "the kindest" for the purposes of remaining pure of the Vasanas and the fruits of the actions:

The devotee should then prostrate to Siva with the Mantra ‘Somaya’ etc. He should wash the hands and drink that ash-water with the Mantra ‘Apah Punantu’ “kidnapping and washing off”,  etc. The water should never be spilt down from any cause. Thus, this practice of Bhasmadharana, the application of the ashes should be done in the morning, noon and evening. If he does not do this, he will become fallen.

This very thing is the prescribed Dharma of all Brahmins. Without having Bhasmadharana in this fashion, he should never take any food, water or anything else. Accidentally if this practice is forgotten, that day, Gayatri should not be repeated. No Yajna should be done on that day; no Tarpana should be offered to gods, Rishis or Pitrus.

This is the eternal Dharma that destroys all sins and gives the final state of Moksha. This is the daily rite of Brahmins, (priests) Brahmacharins,(acolytes) Grihasthas, (soldiers), Vanaprasthas (ascetic) and Sannyasins (monk). If this is overlooked even once, he should stand in water upto the neck, repeating Gayatri 108 times, and fast the whole day.

If a Sannyasin does not wear Bhasma, even a single day, he should fast during the whole day and do 1000 Pranava Japa (a thousand mentions of OM), for being purified once again. Otherwise, the Lord will throw these Sannyasins to dogs and wolves.

If we cannot bear the thought of doing something other than the sinful things we used to do, then our practice is not complete. It should be easy. This the reason the end of the course is called "liberation", it frees life from all of its unnatural causes of trouble.