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God is a weakling. He’s quite scared of you. Far weaker than air and water, formless. Be so non violent, you won’t hurt a fly, then only he appears. God is a weakling. Don’t scare away god, not even unintentionally! It’s quite a funny law In God’s kingdom, meekness is strength. This space formed from formlessness, Guess how strong it/he must be. But in man’s Kingdom, God is a weakling. You feel bad if an infant is scared of you, No ? Far weaker than an infant. When it comes to tender things, how careful you must be, realized ? God is a weakling! #SarojNotes #SarojPoetry
According to the traditional philosophy of the Magicians, every man is a unique autonomous center of individual consciousness, energy, and will—a soul, in a word. Like a star shining and existing by its own inward light, it pursues its way in the star-spangled heavens, solitary, uninterfered with, except in so far as its heavenly course is gravitationally modified by the presence, near or far, of other stars. Since in the vast stellar spaces seldom are there conflicts between the celestial bodies, unless one happens to stray from its appointed course—a very rare occurrence—so in the realms of humankind there would lie no chaos, little conflict, and no mutual disturbance were each individual content to be grounded in the reality of his own high consciousness, aware of his ideal nature In the his true purpose in life, and eager to pursue the road which he must follow. Because men have strayed from the dynamic sources inhering within themselves and the universe, and have forsaken their true spiritual wills, because they have divorced themselves from the celestial essences, betrayed by a mess of more sickly pottage than ever Jacob did sell to Esau, the world in this day presents a people with so hopeless an aspect, and a humanity impressed with so despondent a mien. Ignorance of the course of the celestial orbit, and the significance of that orbit inscribed in the skies forever, is the root which is at the bottom of universal dissatisfaction, unhappiness, and race-nostalgia. And because of this the living soul cries for help to the dead, and the creature to a silent God. Of all this crying there comes usually—nothing. The lifting up of the hands in supplication brings no inkling of salvation. The frantic gnashing of teeth results but in mute despair and loss of vital energy. Redemption is only from within and is wrought out by the soul itself with suffering and through time, with much endeavor and strain of the spirit.
those gray clouds were always blocking out all his horizons, but in the midst of all the gloominess one day, all of a sudden, her sunrays broke through to him, her hopeful light glowed, she shined on his face, and as he turned towards her, to absorb her directly, she warmed his skin, he smiled, his heart glowing as it pulsed her throughout his body, touching her light to his soul
