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The altar is you. The portal is you. The garden is you. The channel is you. The medicine is you.

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I'm a big fan of the "GPS Theory" when you miss a turn, your GPS doesn't judge you, it recalculates. No matter how many detours you take, it finds another way forward. Life works like that too. You'll make mistakes, but your destination doesn't vanish. The route just changes.

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@mcfw There was a similar incident this morning at approx. 8:15am near Stonewood Ave/Stone Rd. Large black male abandoned his vehicle at a stop sign and was wandering around naked.

"You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life." — Eckhart Tolle

The Power of AUM: The Sacred Sound of Creation By Faith Spina There is a sound that lives beneath all other sounds. A vibration so ancient and true that when it is spoken, it realigns the entire body, mind, and spirit with the rhythm of the cosmos. That sound is AUM (also written as Om). AUM is not just a word. It is a frequency. A sacred syllable that carries within it the memory of the Source from which all things arise. In many traditions, AUM is considered the first sound of the universe. It is the breath of the Divine made audible. When you chant AUM, you are not just speaking. You are resonating with the blueprint of creation itself. AUM is made of three parts: * A – the beginning, the birthing sound, the awakening of consciousness * U – the sustaining, the flow of life, the bridge between inner and outer worlds * M – the dissolving, the return inward, the silence after the sound These three sounds together form a cycle that mirrors everything in existence: birth, life, and return. But what makes AUM so powerful is not only the sound itself. It is the awareness and surrender that come with it. To chant AUM is to let go of the small self and to merge with something far greater. It is to remember who you are beneath thought, beneath body, beneath time. You do not need to chant it loudly. Even a whisper carries power. Even the silent chanting within your heart can shift your entire state of being. AUM is not about volume. It is about resonance. When you are lost, chant AUM. When you are hurting, chant AUM. When you are ready to remember, chant AUM. Let it ripple through your bones. Let it awaken the cells that forgot. Let it carry you home. AUM is not a belief. It is a doorway. And it is always open. ✨🙌🏾💫 © Faith Spina

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Thought is energy. Energy is vibration. Vibration becomes matter. Every reality begins in the mind. Without control of thought, you have no control at all. They teach you to fear meditation because a free mind bends reality. Define your thoughts, and you define your world.

Bubble cymatics never fail to mesmerize,shapes bending, light dancing, and distortion frozen in motion. Sound sculpting the surface into pure visual poetry. 299 people appreciated it will you be the next view? Link posted in comments as always

My Guru once told me a story I’ll never forget. It wasn’t long, but it landed so deep in me that I’ve carried it for years. Sometimes, I hear it again in silence...like an echo. He said… There once was a man who found a beautiful golden cage in a marketplace. It gleamed in the sunlight, intricate and masterfully crafted. It wasn’t just a container...it was a symbol. A symbol of elegance, wealth, taste. The man brought it home, placed it in his window, and spent hours each day polishing it. Visitors would admire it, and he’d swell with pride. “Look at the craftsmanship,” they’d say. “So refined. So perfect.” And he’d nod, basking in their praise. Inside that cage was a bird...small, delicate, alive. The man had bought it along with the cage, but he never really paid much attention to it. The cage was the prize. The decoration. So each day he polished, dusted, and adjusted it....until one day, someone noticed a stillness. A quietness that wasn’t peaceful, but hollow. The bird was dead. He had forgotten to feed it. I remember my Guru looking at me, eyes wide, piercing, and still as a mountain. “That’s you,” he said. “That’s all of us.” We polish our names, our bodies, our reputations, our accounts, our platforms...the cage. We decorate it, compare it, flaunt it, obsess over it. But inside, the soul grows thinner, weaker, neglected ...and eventually, it dies. And when it dies, no one claps. No one admires the shine anymore. Because there’s no song left. Just a hollow, golden shell. He paused and said, “bhaagti… don’t polish your identity so much that you forget to feed the thing that’s alive inside you.” And I knew he wasn’t just talking about food. He meant love. Stillness. Wonder. Service. Surrender. Practice. Truth. We spend our lives tending to the cage. But the soul is the one that flies when the door opens. And it’s the only thing that was ever real.

G O D Generator, Organiser, Destroyer Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva Birth, Life, Death Atman, Brahman, Maya Crown, Wisdom, Understanding Existence, Awareness, Bliss Beyond Form, Form, Formless Mind, Body, Spirit Gas, Liquid, Solid

They say that before entering the sea, the river trembles with fear; He looks back at the entire journey, the peaks and mountains, the long and winding road that crossed between jungles and towns, and sees in front of him an ocean so large that entering it can only mean disappearing forever. But there is no other way. The river cannot return. Nobody can come back. Going back is impossible in existence. There is no other way, the river cannot return. The river needs to accept its nature and enter the ocean. Only by entering the ocean will the fear dissipate. Because only then will the river know that it is not about disappearing into the ocean, but about becoming an ocean. Khalil Gibran