They say, ”Man is wrong; man should change himself,” yet no one stands up to question whether
things aren’t like they are because our culture and religion, unable to fill man with love after ten
thousand years, are based on false values.
Love is within man. It is not imported from the outside. It is not a commodity to be purchased when
we go to the markets. It is there as the fragrance of life. It is inside everyone. The search for love,
the wooing of love, is not a positive action; it is not an overt act whereby you have to go somewhere
and draw it out.
Love is shut up inside man; it need only be released.
Love is also inside us. Love is our inherent nature.
Nothing can stifle love. Love is inevitable. Love is our nature.
The natural obstructions, the apparent
oppositions seen in nature, are challenges to arouse energy; they serve as clarion calls to arouse
what is latent inside
Love is the transformation of sex energy.
Diamonds and coal are the same: they are two points on a journey by
the same element.
Another important consideration is that man cannot be separated from sex. Sex is his primary point;
he is born of it.
But the tongue never lies. Words only pop out of one’s mouth if there is something on one’s mind;
the tongue never makes a mistake.
We
are what our weaknesses are. But we decide to curb them; we resolve to fight against them – and
naturally, this becomes a source of subconscious conflict.
But one should always be wary of those who swear because there is something much deeper
involved when one resolves something.
Restrained people
are very dangerous, because a live volcano exists inside them. Outwardly they are rigid and full of
restraint, while their urge to let go is tightly harnessed inside.
Because of condemnation, sex
has become an obsession, a disease, a perversion. It has become poisoned.
At this stage I wish to give you the first principle. If you want to know the elemental truth about love,
the first requisite is to accept the sacredness of sex, to accept the divinity of sex in the same way
you accept God’s existence – with an open heart.And the more fully you accept sex with an open
heart and mind, the freer you will be of it.
In nature, there is a fundamental unity, a harmony. The natural obstructions, the apparent
oppositions seen in nature, are challenges to arouse energy; they serve as clarion calls to arouse
what is latent inside. There is no disharmony in nature.
I wish to draw your attention to the fact that the basic obstructions are man-made, are created by
man himself – otherwise the river of love would flow freely and reach the ocean of God.
Love is the transformation of sex energy. The
flowering of love is from the seed of sex.
A quarrel between man and his energy has been forced upon him. Man has been taught to
fight against his sex energy, to oppose his sex urges.
If God considers sex as sin, then there is no
greater sinner than God in this world, no greater sinner in this universe.
What I want to say is this: sex is divine. The primal energy of sex has the reflection of God in it. It is
obvious: it is the energy that creates new life. And that is the greatest, most mysterious force of all.
And as sinful and irreverent as your approach is, that is how ugly
and sinful the sex that confronts you will be.
And the more fully you accept sex with an open
heart and mind, the freer you will be of it.
The total acceptance of life, of all that is natural in life, of all that
is God-given in life, will lead you to the highest realms of divinity – to heights that are unknown, to
heights that are sublime
luni, 3 octombrie 2011
duminică, 2 octombrie 2011
let them take you for your money , for your heart, even for the body part. let them have the lion's share of all and hide what's left in irridiscent dreams and milk-white memories of who we are and what could be. w.c.pelon
“ Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.
— Deb Calett
Morning walks and bedroom talks. Oh, how I loved you then.
— Jim Croce
I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.
You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizons. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about- the more you have left if anything goes wrong.
— Ethel Barrymore
A person can’t deserve someone’s love more than someone else. It’s sort of the nature of the beast, that love is given freely and without condition, regardless of whether you’ve “earned” or “deserved” it.
— from The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket
I think of you in the in-between spaces, in the pause before the next heartbeat, in the clench of my chest before I exhale, in the swell of courage before I say hello. And perhaps, one day our lives will occupy one space, touched shoulders, clasped hands, shared secrets. kitkat pecson
Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.
— Louise Erdrich
This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
— Ally Condie
He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone.
— Truman Capote
[She] stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.
— The Wedding Present, Neil Gaiman
I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
— Zelda Fitzgerald
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
— Lisa Kleypas
There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
— Laurell K. Hamilton
“ Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.
— Deb Calett
Morning walks and bedroom talks. Oh, how I loved you then.
— Jim Croce
I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.
You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizons. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about- the more you have left if anything goes wrong.
— Ethel Barrymore
A person can’t deserve someone’s love more than someone else. It’s sort of the nature of the beast, that love is given freely and without condition, regardless of whether you’ve “earned” or “deserved” it.
— from The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket
I think of you in the in-between spaces, in the pause before the next heartbeat, in the clench of my chest before I exhale, in the swell of courage before I say hello. And perhaps, one day our lives will occupy one space, touched shoulders, clasped hands, shared secrets. kitkat pecson
Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.
— Louise Erdrich
This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
— Ally Condie
He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone.
— Truman Capote
[She] stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.
— The Wedding Present, Neil Gaiman
I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
— Zelda Fitzgerald
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
— Lisa Kleypas
There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
— Laurell K. Hamilton
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