When you imagine yourself to be born, to be a man, woman or any gender, you have adorned the unhappy cloak of mortality. The contemplation: ‘What am I truly? ’ ‘What is the reality of my experience? ’ bypasses thought and reveals the source. Without such contemplation, without complete surrender, the download continues to operate.
When you imagine yourself to be born, to be a man, woman or any gender, you have adorned the unhappy cloak of mortality. The contemplation: ‘What am I truly? ’ ‘What is the reality of my experience? ’ bypasses thought and reveals the source. Without such contemplation, without complete surrender, the download continues to operate.