Every time I create something, whether an idea or a work of art, initially, its supposed completion seems absolutely perfect to me. However the more I think about it, stare it down, the more it marinates in my soul over the hours, days, and weeks, the more flaws I start to find in it; and finally, the more I'm pressed to continue enhancing it. It essentially turns out that whatever thing a flawed and imperfect, human eye once thought was amazing begins to appear quite wretched. This is why, eternally, God cannot be impressed by mere talents or by mortal achievements. To perfect eyes, I imagine that great is not really that great; rather, humility is ultimately a human being's true greatness.
A nation lives forever through its concepts, honour, and culture. It is for these reasons that the rulers of nations must judge and act not only on the basis of physical and material interests of the nation but on the basis of the nation's historical honour, of the nation's eternal interests. Thus: not bread at all costs, but honour at all costs.
People usually seek to join a religious system in order to gain the eternal bliss and freedom of the soul. But belonging somewhere; anywhere is not freedom. Free is the wind. You need to become the wind, not wanting to know how and why, but only to experience this quality of freedom that leads to the original religion. There the soul is finally ONE and aligned with anything.
Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.
Immortal existence. Sometimes Living is not such an easy task. Being here or there. The spirit is the same. Only changes the place where shows. Here, the make-up is of meat. There is infinite LIGHT. In the flesh, or out of it, what does order is what thinks and what creates. Each thought, a vibration. Each action, a reaction. That doesn't change with the death of the body. Because actually nobody dies. We are immortal divine existences. Believing or not. So many lives. So many experiences. So many faces. So many dreams. To each life new opportunities. New learnings. The soul Request. Thirsty to experiment, feels, develop, evolve, grow and so it goes. The spirit Obeys. Enters and exit the perishable bodies. Gets right and misses. Rehearses, Conquers and proceeds. The spirit is a gift of the architect of the universe for the benefit of all. It's light. It's love. It's eternal. In the Astral or in the Earth. There is to educate the thought and to clean the energies around yourself. Gives some work to do that spiritual maintenance, but it is worthwhile. It is Light that cleans the Light!So never forget you are imperishable consciousness. May a light circle involves and illuminate each soul. Much light and love in each heart that pulses in the heart of the whole. Namaste, Dave
Why is wisdom so fair? Why is beauty so wise?Because all else is temporary, while beauty and wisdom are the only real and constant aspects of truth that can be perceived by human means. And I don't mean the kind of surface beauty that fades with age, or the sort of shallow wisdom that gets lost in platitudes. True beauty grips your gut and squeezes your lungs, and makes you see with utmost clarity exactly is before you. True wisdom then steps in, to interpret, illuminate, and form a life-altering insight.