Shaheer: Asks God For Permission for Worldly Affairs

jer17-tree-by-watersPeople take Time out of Life for GOD;
By:-
Praying and Worship in Morning and Evening, OR , Give Sunday to God and others Give Fridays, OR, Praying Five Times a Day; and Shaheer—-
Asks God For Permission for Worldly Affairs

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Then I realized that GOD comes to us through Mystery

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One day: in the early morning I walked to the Track as the Sun infused with the Horizon with PINKS and REDS. In that BEAUTY my being stood like a Statue and My Heart spoke, ‘WOW’. I felt a Stillness- ‘ SILENCE’, Deep Peaceful Atmosphere around me. But I did not know who I became. I just felt deep LOVE my in Being.

Then I allowed myself to be lost in CREATION’s Love, unconditionally. I wondered at The Very Life’s Mystery. I gave myself to LOVE itself. I walked the Brave fully Painful PATH of CREATION’s LOVE with Ecstasy and Moist being.
Then I realized that GOD comes to us through Mystery. To each of Us GOD comes in our own WAY, according to our NATURE and HABITS. Again I realized that NATURE is my PATH and the very NATURE ‘CREATION’ is my GURU, because- For Me, GOD is Visible in NATURE.

“`The root of my feelings was not body but love, not selfishness but identity

e721db0a3a2cb61c1f35f192f43c3bae“`Today, a reminiscence of my childhood loves to dance and assert its existence in the breaths of joy, while making life ecstatic. When like the morning freshness our existence awakes in the newness of freshness, the voice of holy recitation from the Gurdwara tinges me in the hue of the state of wanton infatuation and fills my breaths with a convulsive craving. Then to proceed to the gurdwara at daybreak fills my bones with the twitter of voicelessness, which throws me into a fog of gloom with a screech of my teeth and a frown of reflection on my countenance. This fog is such that I can neither make out the cause of my sadness nor learn the secret of the shriek of voicelessness. Only a heart-ravishing sight of a picture remains with me. Neat and clean clothes, grey hair and a walking staff in hand with spectacles on, a tipsy gait, serenity on the face, and wrinkles containing the secrets of life in a prominent form—my being has ever craved for and mentally revelled in this portrayal of old age. It had two reasons:
First, every face became my weakness. I remember whenever some friend or relative visited our house I followed them eagerly. Even today, that sight emerges in my consciousness and is vividly present before my eyes. Everyone seemed beautiful and I craved contact with him or her.
I always felt a flood of feelings and passions flowing within which longed to receive everyone within their fold. I wished to be loved by them. First, everyone called me ‘youngster’ and ‘crazy’. Then in my youth, such flows of feelings earned me the title of ‘sex-ravenous.’

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My age remained indicative of the slavery of my feelings and sentiments. I would say to myself, “I wish I was old?”
The root of my feelings was not body but love, not selfishness but identity.

“`Because we are from Energy, not for Energy—‘Part One’

13450151_10153576899732201_1077805867474593224_n“`So what if technology is at the peak in this century, but have we ever understood what technology is?Is it technology vast then the human being? If one asks the intellectuals if they believe in God ; the reply will be that they trust science. With my experience, i have learnt that visiting Temple—Churches—Mosques–one does not the become Jesus–Krishna–or Nanak. or trusting only science have become einstein–or–Darwin. Why? Because we trust in theory but we don’t experience it. What is science? Science is best knowledge to educate the matter,with what we can learn about life.Science can explain the being thru object. then what is religion? Nothing but knowledge of energy and the matter is subject. Subject or object are both energy. I remember when i was soul searching. This search took me towards death.I attened every funeral for three month.The three months educated me every string of death.Now i can not prove this theory thru atoms, but feeling one’s energy i can smell death. I can feel differents between life energy and death’s energy, but can not theorize it.As long as we theirize formulas that only becomes matter.As electron can be proven as matter, but energy can be only felt.

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What is telephone and what is telepathy? Telephone is an object. Object can be made useful by everyone. because telephone is compilation of matter. Telepathy is subject.Subject is within and only can be felt be the being.To know the subject one has to become the subject. Science is my guru; because science has shown me what human being is capable of.Althuogh science was my guru but when i gaze at the same from the core of my being the question arises can i measure the same. Because that point of circumference,where the point becomes finite thru infinite can not be measured.The experience that can not be measured or explained can only be lived or experienced. because we are from energy not for energy. so religion and science are because of us and for us, because beings are product of energy and religion and science were given the shape thru human beings.

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I am not educated by any institution.But i know the source of my being and the future of my being. Experiencing birth and death can not be proven in a tube in a lab or can be proved in any place of organized religion.So the knowledge of journey of human beings is the science and religion.

“`I still gaze at the smile which is within the lips

= The womb of stilled and deep Silence, in which the glimpse of sound takes place
= The stilled i-ness in deep silence creates the feeling, in which I-ness disappears and the infinite sound plays the veena
= The soft breaths in silence, cuts thru bones and makes waves through in infinite
= In silence the recognition of silence, Passes thru time eminates lightened silence
This state of stillness is in stillness, is there any stillness after this particular in stillness, any other dimension, any type of life?

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Since child all these words, saint- sage- guru- wisdom-meditation- religion were inner taste of my being. My despair became sigh and cut thru my bone but with deep breaths it would bow a seed in silence, to flourish such results that my being acknowledged 26 years later.My deep thought longed for the journey but in everyday life was longing as a question in search of an answer, evolved in depression, seasons changed – years passed but seeds of my thought did not flourish. In deep death of despair desperation, I was gazing at my being and worldly affairs, then all of a sudden;
The seed began to flourish within the procedure of flourish seed. I gazed at the new-born Rose. Now this new being asked:
– Is religion only at sacred places?
= no !
– Does one can only find nectar at only sacred places?
= no!
– What is religion?
= Self-realization
Who ever becomes self realized being, that being becomes saint and sage.

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I became aware that my being became ignorant of such words. Then meditation began. My thought of 26 years were my meditation. These thoughts disappeared my anxiety-helplessness-despair-incapability and prisonment.
Then are these 26 years not comprising of ascetic?
Was this journey of self-realization, Was not Mantras?
-What was I before?
= only despair
-Then, What did I become?
= Ascetical being
-Who am I now?
=( what a question that being asks, Wow), but this being must answer.!!!—hhuuunnnnn—–!
Am I a learned being—-no!
Then, Am I not aware?—–not really
Then, Who am I ?
Just Smile!
Why?
When I gaze at my being in deep sleep all I find is smiling physique.
Now I question Rose is knowledge important or meditation needed? Then Rose inner eye gives a quite and carefree smile. Then my being asks with inkling,
“what is enlightenment?”
( wonderstruck) Rose’s being is little disturbed by this amazing question? My being does not want to portray it in speech faculty. But still answers that I do not know what Krishna-Buddha—Jesus called Enlightenment?
All I know is this that my being’s womb engulfs this all creation, although I am serene in my on environment. In my deep thrust I still gaze at the smile which is within the lips—the free style action in my eyes—music in walking—dance in sitting and standing—and food became sacred. But my being still has longing to devour the creation.
Then this does not sound like silence?
Silence is desires-thoughts-battle and ‘me and mine’-‘you and yours’. This silence gives birth to awareness, with comes the changes in human being. This total awareness gazes at the creation. This silence becomes the death of Ego. In this dimension the being becomes totally art.
In other words:
Enlightenment is to recognize the emptiness in the sphere.
Now in other words:
When I-ness becomes nothingness that nothingness is within the I-ness, this experience of be experiencer, recognizes,realizes, feels, knows and accepts is enlightenment.
When the being becomes totally aware of inner being, until the being is in its physical being, the surrounding of such being would be independent—carefree—happy. This particular being’s life would not be recognized by human’s naked eye.
– Then, after the physical death of such being will there be life?
= for sure!
– Every spec of this creation must be enlightened, when total enlightenment takes place, the life will remain as is.
– So beings, is Krishna alive this moment?
= yes!
– How?
= If any being in any shape or being has awareness and longing for Krishna, is Krishna.
– Then, who does not believe in Krishna?
= all human beings don’t believe in God.
– Who does not even know about Krishna?
= Does a being know itself?
Rose reply made the being capable of knowing bliss.
-Will the being ever take birth as Krishna?
= When the inner being experiences total awareness, in which Krishna consciousness is present; this presence will amalgamate within the awareness, the energy created in this procedure is Krishna.
– Then this state of creation is how long?
= This is infinite and boundless.
– The moral is this creation will never end?
= no !

– Then will this world end?
= yes, world is the creation, not the creator.
– Then, what is the point of Moksha?
= This is probably how an animal thinks about human beings

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Rose walked away without gazing at my being, only sound was heard.
“One should only eat as much as can be digested”
Because my inner being was still thirsty for wisdom, because this is my journey to know my capacity. Rose’s total awareness and carefree emotion filled me with total pure love.

“`This Whole life is an Artist

Any topic of life whether Religion, devotion, knowledge or science, anything— all these are the mile-stones on the life track followed by the individual. They come into life, go on a journey, then depart.
Now What is my path and who is my guru?
My path is love–happiness and all being myself.
My guru is:
= flying bird became the symbol of my freedom
= flowing river became symbol of my life
= Telephone or television’s invention drew me to experiance telepathy.
= and the whole universe made me an artist, creative to play with art and appreciate my being.

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because,
This whole universe is an artist, so artist will produce artist.
because,
Since my childhood I viewed everybeing as an artist.
For instance:
My mother was an artist of ignorance.
My father was symbol of simplicity.
So I view everybody good and evil as artistic.
So everybody and everything is my guru and above all my thinking is my guru.
so this is why I wrote:
knowledge = proof of serene life
and experiance= living the truth.
experiance is knowledge
and knowledge is peace.

“`Who Are You!

Mostly being is IDENTIFIED as Hindu-Muslim-Christian or Budhhist, then I asked Rose, ‘Who Are You?’
The TEAR flowing from her eyes said,”LOVE”
The GAZE in the eyes said,”QUESTION”
The SMILE said,”FREEDOM”
The LIFE said,”PEACE BEAUTY”
and the BEING said,”NOTHING”

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All these answers did not SATISFY my being, then I asked COME…ON say something!

Then Rose’s closed eyes reflected sach that I asked the same Question to myself that BUDDY, Who Are You?