#inner chatter

Wondering through the thoughts of a fools little mind,

Looking for a conclusion. One we never find.

Stand alone, a mind of torment - learn and return 

Go the distance. A mindless soul needs direction.

If you listen, I'll show you the way.

As the pace quickens to the end of a shadow.

Lost from reality. Loose in insanity.

Fill in your empty ways.

Order out of chaos, confusion out of truth. Dreams and nightmares together as one.

Hopes fall and disappear with the setting sun. Years of silence. Lives of scream.

All in life is simple, But is never what it seems.

As the pace quickens to the end of a shadow.

Lost from reality. Loose in insanity.

When an enlightened being does spiritual practices it is not just for him. It is to create the right formulas for the disciples, so that he can reproduce the same experience in them

The person who has removed hypocrisy from his inner space will experience enlightenment.

Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, the enlightened master from India, says beautifully, ‘Integrating your inner chatter and your spoken words is enlightenment.’ He says, just integrate your inner chatter and the words that you utter. Let both of them be integrated and you are enlightened.

I tell you, to live in a body…

Enlightenment does not lead to the absence of troubles. It leads to the presence of courage to handle troubles!

When you are enlightened, there will not be any movement of letter or word or thought between your navel and throat. Words will come only from the throat. I can say this is one of the precise descriptions of enlightenment. There will not be any word, thought, syllable, or sound movement between the navel and the throat.

Words will be there only when you are talking. When you are not talking,…

Few changes happened permanently in His Divine Holiness Bhagawan Sri Nithyananda Paramashivam when He became enlightened

The first thing was that all inner chatter disappeared. By inner chatter, I mean the constant chatter of words that goes on inside us normally. In the gap between my words as I talk now, even in those few seconds, there is no chatter inside. It is simply pure space, silence.

The second thing is that the idea that my boundary ends here at this body, and there starts the rest of the world…

A Method to Reshape our Inner Talk

An analogy I sometimes employ is to ask people to think of their ego as a puppy dog.  Like a puppy it asks for attention, it can be mischievous and adorable all at the same time.    There are multiple reasons why I use this analogy.  One of the main reasons is that in thinking of our ego as a puppy dog, it allows us to observe ourselves without getting caught up in all the commotion.  It breaks…

It’s looking a little shinier now  as the days of my dark years  slowly dissolve into ashes  bit by bit.

Let whiter days gently emerge into an astounding triumph. The years of tears and mourning gradually dimming into a forgotten psalm. My skin still playing host to my faded lacrimosa. Gradually overshadowed by the sound of victorious trumpets.  

This torment shall be suffocated as I claw my way out of this darkened cave majestically arising like the perfect movie scene. Eternal light, shine on me. Trickled thoughts gathered by their throne an army arisen gleaming in their defeat of my persistent shadows.

Let the dark days tremble in fear as they await their eternal rest.

I sat down the chair under the window. Clouds of cigarette smock hovered over the room breeze. It looks like my soul vanishing away of me. The breeze was too thick, too heavy, and too hot. Night in September supposed to be cool. The air was thick that I felt I was breathing fire. Sweat trickled down my face. The only good thing in this night was the moonlight rays which sneaked through the window I'm sitting against.

My dreams are shattering as these smock clouds. My dreams are slipping away. It hurts to stand, and watch your dreams dying. It's like helplessly watching part of you dying. It hurts because it matters. You would talk to yourself. You would try to get close to your inner space. Hopping that you may glance something help you to figure out what is going on. But all you can see is failure, and emptiness.         

Do you know why emptiness is the worst thing ever? Because if there was something to deal with – something to face – is better than having nothing. If there was something broken, it would be fixed. If there was an issue, it would be solved.

If I was not fine, I would listen to the divine voice inside me. I would hear it begging me for peace. And I would reply: Years from now you will regret seeking for peace, instead of seeking for scholarship. Then there would be a silence, and the voice would reply: I want the scholarship. But I need peace for sometimes. And just like that, my divine inner voice threw me confusion. I would be paralyzed between what I want, and what I need.         

I believe there's nothing called failure, just like the fact that there's no darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. Darkness doesn't exist, light does. So failure doesn't exist. Failure is a state of the absence of success, passion, and ambitious. So I suppose failure people don't have to conquer a being called "Failure" They just need to gather the elements of success.

I stopped chasing my dreams, because everything I used to believe in has fallen apart – collapsed. I would be a fool, if I pretended the other way around.   

I trust the divine voice within me. I'm neither failure nor empty. Or at least I didn't use to be. I understand that this is not me, and it just a period of crisis.