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Life is Serious

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Aug 29, 2019
  • 1 min read

Life is Serious Poem: Casualness is meaningless, Life is serious. With Simran you can cut through the fog of loosey gooseyness and wishy washyness. You don’t have to be higglety pigglety - you have already wasted enough time. Any success requires continuous trying. Watching TV is brain damaging and leaves you ambivalent. You could sit on the event horizon instead and pass into the world of the dead. Early morning meditation that is regular is salvation after 10,000 hours. After 10,000 hours you become Professional. You can just meditate, exercise, eat plant/based and read. Sitting in the Sanctuary at 4:30 in the morning can be your retirement party. You can merge into God consciousness instead of play golf. You can get a Doctorate in laying off. The Mind isn’t designed to realize the Self that is done separately where the Soul is by itself. I was initiated in 1976, then in 1989 I went to India, in 2011 I started meditating in the morning that is the story of my Life, the rest is not important. The entryway into the brain is better than taking a plane. Let me explain: super-consciousness is actually a prerequisite to having understanding and being functioning. The advantage of being enlightened is you can just sit like Buddha and not be bored. That can be your lesson. You can get a special suitcase with a phone charger and have a fantasy. A Poem by David Smith August 28, 2019


 
 
 

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