<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561</id><updated>2009-08-28T12:04:40.438+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pragul Casei</title><subtitle type='html'>“Eu sunt cel care sunt” rezuma intregul adevar.

Metoda poate fi rezumata la doua cuvinte: “Fii liniştit”.

Ramana Maharshi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-9098836072544912080</id><published>2009-03-16T10:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:17:45.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupta cu mentalul</title><content type='html'>In munca noastra spirituala, prin studiul scripturilor, rugaciuni, pelerinaje, meditatii, reflectii, analize, contemplari si altele, se intampla din cand in cand sa primim niste revelatii, fleshuri, strafulgerari care prin semnificatia lor (diferita de la caz la caz), ne impulsioneaza si ne face sa perseveram pe cale.&lt;br /&gt;Daca timp mai indelungat nu obtinem un succes cat de mic, entuziasmul scade si foarte usor ne lamentam si chiar renuntam sa mai urmam o disciplina spirituala.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt asta e tactica mintii, strategia de a te tine ocupat cu orice altceva, decat de a urma o practica spirituala.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o activitate spirituala mintea se simte incoltita, incarcerata, bagata la colt, sub lupa, lucru care o inspaimanta ca si cum si-ar vedea sfarsitul.&lt;br /&gt;Mintea nu se vrea vazuta, analizata, pusa cu "cartile pe fata". Fuge mancand pamantul de asa situatii. Si este destul de sireata sa pacaleasca pe oricine. Este ca un "geaman", semn de aer, duplicitar: te lasa sa crezi ca e aici pe masa de operatie, sub ochii tai, dar dublura ei te cheama la telefon si-ti sopteste ingrijorator ca esti foarte palid, foarte bolnav, conform cu analiza sangelui recent facuta se pare ca nu prea mai ai sanse; urgent trebuie sa te odihnesti, sa stai la pat, sa iei medicamente, eventual sa mergi la munte cateva zile, caci s-ar putea sa-ti revii totusi. E foarte grijulie cu starea sanatatii tale. Asta e strategia mintii: duplicitara.Te lasi pagubas sa o mai analizezi, sa o pui sub lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Daca totusi nu renunti, cu riscul sa-ti periclitezi sanatatea, si continui sa pui sub observare mintea, se intampla ca cedeaza.&lt;br /&gt;In aceste momente strafulgerarile, revelatiile sunt mai luminoase, cu o semnificatie si o profunzime greu de egalat.&lt;br /&gt;Intri intr-o stare de bucurie si simti cum sufletul canta o muzica necreata pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;Ei, dar mintea?! Mintea isi aduna fortele, isi colecteaza de prin zonele trecutului forte nebanuite, uitate, si triumfatoare ciocane la geam: "cioc, cioc! nu stii ca aceste aparitii sunt noi, si ca tot ce apare are si sfarsit si dispare, deci nu sunt reale?!"&lt;br /&gt;Si uite cum te-a dezumflat, ai cazut din bucuria revelatiei in starea de dinainte, cand mintea e iar stapana si preia conducerea.&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru o alta perioada de timp, pentruca si tu nu te lasi si-i spui mintii: "mai mental dragut, dar si tu apari si dispari, si tu ai inceput si sfarsit, ca urmare si tu nu esti reala".&lt;br /&gt;Atunci bagata la inghesuiala mintea tace.&lt;br /&gt;Dar revine repede pe pozitii: "oricum nu poti face nimic fara mine!".&lt;br /&gt;Recunosc, asa e, dar ramai totusi doar un instrument. Un instrument necesar, dar doar un INSTRUMENT.&lt;br /&gt;Si ca pe orice instrument va trebui sa fiu atent cum te folosesc, nu cumva sa ma lovesc ca de un ciocan sau o pusca, sau mai rau sa ma identific cu instrumentul.&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand, daca nu mereu, trebuie sa fiu vigilent si sa curat instrumentul (mentalul) de mizerie.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-l spal cu apa PREZENT-ului Aici si Acum; sa indepartez praful TRECUT-ului; lipiciul IDENTIFICARI-lor false; straturile groase de CONDITIONARI; nesfarsitele DORINTE; amuzantelor BARFE si "dreptelor" JUDECATI.&lt;br /&gt;In schimb voi lustrui DISCERNAMANTUL, voi ingriji PRIETENIA si IUBIREA fata de mine, apoi fata de APROAPELE; voi permite COMPASIUNII sa se exprime constientizand pe deplin ca-L manifest pe CEL CE ESTE.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   The new Mowgli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-9098836072544912080?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/9098836072544912080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=9098836072544912080' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/9098836072544912080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/9098836072544912080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2009/03/lupta-cu-mentalul.html' title='Lupta cu mentalul'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-2564337139331192901</id><published>2009-02-25T09:01:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:11:19.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramada cu bobi</title><content type='html'>Cautand prin “gramada” de blog-uri, ce se improspateaza in fiecare minut, am dat peste Gramada cu bobi. Si asa, cum ne-am obisnuit sa fim inselati de aparente, am testat si de data asta nu numai ambalajul, dar si continutul. Am constatat pacaleala: gramada cu bobi nu era cu bobi.Gramada era cu perle. Adevarate perle, fabricate indelung, intr-o inima de copil. Acum gramada se revarsa, oferindu-ne si noua din belsugul ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ca dintr-un izvor:  sa se adape cine-i insetat. Eu nu am stiut ca sunt insetata, dar citind blogul i-am descoperit savoarea. Am luat  fiecare articol postat pe blog, l-am trecut prin inima mea, si am construit apoi un puzzle. Un puzzle care te invita la reflectie, la meditatie. Un puzzle ce-l voi completa cu fiecare noua ocazie.&lt;br /&gt;Acest puzzle are parfum de toamna si e strabatut de o adiere de vant ce sustine in echilibru fragila balerina. Balerina care peste timp devine creatoare de perle.&lt;br /&gt;In ce foc al inimii, in ce taina au stat ascunse perlele, pentruca acum, la vedere fiind, sa te provoace la adanci reflectii?&lt;br /&gt;Spui simplu “vecinul nu sunt eu”. Dar cand vecinul e Adevarul, realizezi brutalitatea situatiei: eu nu sunt Adevarul, eu sunt vecinul... aaa...&lt;br /&gt;Oare nu e prea tarziu sa doresc sa fiu una cu Adevarul?! &lt;br /&gt;Mai vreau sa raman vecin cu el?!&lt;br /&gt;Asa incep indelungi introspectii...&lt;br /&gt;Salut creatoarea de perle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-2564337139331192901?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/2564337139331192901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=2564337139331192901' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2564337139331192901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2564337139331192901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2009/02/gramada-cu-bobi-cautand-prin-gramada-de.html' title='Gramada cu bobi'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-7818706794300296020</id><published>2009-02-24T08:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:22:53.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un dialog obisnuit</title><content type='html'>Extras din “Inteleptul de la Arunachala” vol.2&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Discipolul: Trebuie citita Bhagavad-Gita din cand in cand?&lt;br /&gt;Maharshi: Oricand.&lt;br /&gt;D: Putem citi Biblia?&lt;br /&gt;M: Biblia si Gita nu sunt diferite una de alta.&lt;br /&gt;D: Dar Biblia spune ca omul este pacatos prin nastere.&lt;br /&gt;M: Pacatul consta in faptul de a te simti om. Sentimentul de a fi om nu exista in timpul somnului profund.Gandul ca detii un corp este cel care face sa se nasca ideea de pacat.&lt;br /&gt;Oricine dintre noi nu vede decat Sinele. Chiar formele divine nu sunt decat valuri pe oceanul Realitatii, sau ca imaginile de film pe un ecran.&lt;br /&gt;D: Biblia afirma ca omul poate sa-si piarda sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;M: Gandul “eu” este eul si el este cel care se pierde. Adevaratul “Eu” este: “Eu sunt cel ce sunt”.&lt;br /&gt;D: Se pare ca la ashramul de la Pondichery au existat divergente intre invatatura lui Sri Aurobindo si cea a “Mamei”.&lt;br /&gt;M: Incepe prin a te supune Sinelui si dupa aceea ocupa-te de a armoniza spiritele altora.&lt;br /&gt;D: Ce este renuntarea?&lt;br /&gt;M: Abandonarea eului.&lt;br /&gt;D: Nu este oare abandonarea posesiunilor materiale?&lt;br /&gt;M: Este si abandonarea celui care le poseda.&lt;br /&gt;D: Lumea se va schimba si oamenii se vor debarasa de bunurile lor in favoarea celorlanti.&lt;br /&gt;M: Debaraseaza-te mai intai de tine insuti, dupa care vei putea sa te gandesti la ceilalti...&lt;br /&gt;     Metodele spirituale apar mai mult sau mai putin usoare potrivit naturii oamenilor si disciplinelor spirituale pe care ei le-au practicat pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;D: Dar nu se poate obtine realizarea instantaneu?&lt;br /&gt;M: Realizarea nu este ceva nou. Ea este eterna. Nu poate fi deci vorba de realizare progresiva sau instantanee.&lt;br /&gt;D: Exista reincarnare?&lt;br /&gt;M: Reincarnare nu exista decat daca tu esti acum incarnat. Dar de fapt tu nici nu esti nascut...&lt;br /&gt;     Eul este cauza tuturor relelor. Abandoneaza eul si nu vor mai exista rele.&lt;br /&gt;D: Daca toata lumea renunta la eu, nu va mai exista, practic nimeni. Cine va ara? Cine va secera?&lt;br /&gt;M: Fa mai intai aceasta si vei vedea dupa aceea. Folosul pe care il aduce Realizarea este superior tuturor foloaselor pe care le pot aduce gandirea, cuvintele, actiunile, etc. Daca vei ajunge sa intelegi propria ta realitate, aceea a rishilor si a Maestrilor iti va aparea cu claritate. Nu exista decat un singur Maestru, Sinele.&lt;br /&gt;D: De ce Maestrii insista asupra tacerii si a receptivitatii?&lt;br /&gt;M: Ce este tacerea, daca nu elocventa eterna?&lt;br /&gt;D: In ce consta atitudinea receptiva a mentalului?&lt;br /&gt;M: In a nu fi distras in mod mental&lt;br /&gt;   Pag 151-153.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-7818706794300296020?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/7818706794300296020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=7818706794300296020' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/7818706794300296020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/7818706794300296020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-dialog-obisnuit.html' title='Un dialog obisnuit'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-4320527807883650264</id><published>2009-02-23T14:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:20:21.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Disputa dintre Eu-l meu si Eu-l simplu.</title><content type='html'>Sa vedem ce nebunie mai e si asta.&lt;br /&gt;Care dintre cei doi Eu este adevarat si care este fals.&lt;br /&gt;De cum ma scol dimineata apare Eu-l obisnuit, vechi camarad cu care sunt toata ziulica.&lt;br /&gt;Si parca ma aud spunand: acum trebuie sa ma spal, sa ma imbrac,sa-mi fac o cafea si ce-o mai fi.Trag concluzia ca este vorba de Eu-l meu. Al Meu. Daca este al meu inseamna ca nu sunt Eu. Nu-i tot una Eu cu al Meu. Dar cand sunt Eu? Poate cand mananc spun “Eu mananc”, dar cu siguranta corpul meu mananca si nu eu. Pe scurt, tot ce fac face corpul meu, tot ce gandesc gandeste mintea mea. Dar si corpul si mintea sunt ale mele, nu sunt Eu. &lt;br /&gt;Dar in faza cu meditatia cum e?! Cand meditez, cine mediteaza? Corpul meu sta in pozitie de repaos,iar mintea mea incearca sa se linisteasca.S-ar parea ca eu sunt cel care dirijeaza ce sa faca corpul meu si mintea mea.Ca si cum acest Eu simplu care stapaneste corpul si mintea este cel adevarat. Corpul si mintea se conformeaza sugestiilor date de acest eu, pentru meditatie, si ca o concluzie se instaureaza linistea si pacea.&lt;br /&gt;Parca aud o voce: “vezi, acesta esti tu, cel care stapaneste si corpul si mintea; acum nu trebuie decat sa te stabilizezi in aceasta stare de Stapan al corpului si mentalului.”&lt;br /&gt;E simplu, zic eu. O sa-mi ia ceva vreme pana sa stapanesc si mintea si corpul, dar timp am berechet, nu ma grabesc, doar sunt stapanul. Mintea vreau s-o fac sa gandeasca numai pozitiv, iar corpul vreau sa-l invat sa se miste usor, ca in zbor, si sa nu manance deloc. &lt;br /&gt;Dar apare o intrebare: cine mi-a sugerat ideea ca eu sunt stapanul? A reiesit de la sine ca o concluzie?! Sau mi-a fost sugerata tot de minte?! Deja am stabilit ca mentalul e al meu, nu invers. Mai mult, mentalul are momentele lui cand dispare iar eu nu. Eu continui sa exist chiar si fara mental.&lt;br /&gt;Cum ramane cu Eu cel din visele de fiecare noapte? Si in vis am un corp si un mental, care deasemenea sunt ale mele. Ale mele. Dar Eu? Unde este Eu? Acel Eu simplu fara al meu. &lt;br /&gt;Mai apare faza in care eu fac calatorii extracorporale. Adica imi las corpul intr-un loc iar eu ma deplasez fara corp. Seamana foarte mult cu visele, si aici am un corp si un mental care la fel sunt ale mele, nu sunt Eu.&lt;br /&gt; Calatoriile la fel ca visele si ca starea de veghe sunt vremelnice, trecatoare, le poti monitoriza. Eu le monitorizez. Eu sunt chiar si cand ele nu sunt. Existenta mea este continua; stiu asta; sunt asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-4320527807883650264?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/4320527807883650264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=4320527807883650264' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/4320527807883650264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/4320527807883650264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2009/02/disputa-dintre-eu-l-meu-si-eu-l-simplu.html' title='Disputa dintre Eu-l meu si Eu-l simplu.'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-3879466192635976249</id><published>2009-02-19T20:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:56:56.746+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekchart Tolle</title><content type='html'>Un "invatator" occidental al invataturii orientale,Ekchart Tolle,expune itr-un alt mod invatatura lui Ramana Maharshi: eliberarea de falsa cunoastere,falsa identificare cu corpul/minte.  Face acest lucru minunat si cu ocazia interviului la Oprah:&lt;br /&gt; nr.1:  http://www.viddler.com/explore/FreeYourMind/videos/13/ nr.2:http://fymaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/eckhart-tolle-invitat-la-oprah-winfrey.html; nr.3: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8789768587159879372 si&lt;br /&gt; a conferintelor in diverse locuri: Conferinta 1 si 2 Dependenta de suferinta: &lt;br /&gt; http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=3318706451536274428&amp;hl=en&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=-8361418375735578062&amp;hl=en&lt;br /&gt;Ekchart Tolle la Findhorn part 1: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5857536286040180959&amp;ei=geLYSfS_E4bN-QavrfzmDQ&amp;q=eckhart+tolle+findhorn&lt;br /&gt;part 2: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7827751287619768799&amp;hl=ro&lt;br /&gt;Interviu luat de pe: http://eusuntcelcesunt.blogspot.com/2009/02/httpwww.html &lt;br /&gt;in continuare sunt prezentate 6 conferinte din 2002 la Rishikesh, India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-3879466192635976249?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/3879466192635976249/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=3879466192635976249' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3879466192635976249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3879466192635976249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-invatator-occidental-al-invataturii.html' title='Ekchart Tolle'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-1467815363996492912</id><published>2008-12-29T16:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:30:17.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IN AFARA GRADINII LINISTII TALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca pe nedrept sunt asa putini prieteni/ajutatori amintiti in paragraful anterior. Cu siguranta nu sunt doar ei (ca persoane sau ca invatatura). Dar cum as putea pune toate numele? Si in ce ordine? Iar cei care atunci-candva nu pareau a fi prieteni, tot ajutoare mi-au fost intr-un final. Sau cum as putea spune ca cimitirul, sau anotimpurile, ori ziua si noapte, sau mass-media nu-mi sunt prieteni, ajutatori cand de fapt imi sunt. Dar  facand o selectie a prioritatilor, mentalul meu a ales pe cei carora le simte mai puternic prezenta. Acestor “persoane” le simt prezenta, amprenta, vibratia atunci cand pasesc in “Gradina Linistii Tale”. Ei m-au ajutat continu si concomitent, doar eu sunt cea care i-am perceput si le-am receptionat mesajul ca fiind distinct si evolutiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA&lt;br /&gt;In afara gradinii linistii Tale am fost mereu ocrotita de iubirea grijulie a mamei. Mama  m-a impresionat prin puterea ei de a munci si de a se darui binelui copiilor ; o daruire cum la alte mame nu am intalnit (nici chiar la mine), nimic pentru ea, totul pentru copii. Tin minte, in curtea casei se adunau copii din toata mahalaua. Mereu imi povestea despre cat de greu a trait la parintii ei, ea fiind a treia din cei paisprezece copii. In bratele sale intotdeauna gaseam linistea. Acum i-a scazut doar puterea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTUL&lt;br /&gt;Nu este deloc usor sa traiesti cu un mental convins ca e dominat de conditionarile si atasamentele sotului, de parca eu n-as fi avut conditionari si atasamente.&lt;br /&gt;Meritul sotului este ca pe langa ca-mi risipea agitatia cotidiana imi trezea sufletul la veselie. Cu el treceam de la plans la ras. Avea si are inca, o paleta larga de o mie de chipuri, asemanator baronului Muhaussen cel plin de fantezie. Nu am cum sa fiu trista in prezenta lui.&lt;br /&gt;L-am surprins pe cand nota un gand intr-un caiet:&lt;br /&gt; "Pana nu vei fi umil precum piatra,&lt;br /&gt; Ascultator precum apa&lt;br /&gt; care condusa de maluri isi afla &lt;br /&gt; linistea in limpezimea lacurilor,&lt;br /&gt; Pana nu vei arde ca focul cel aprig&lt;br /&gt; de dragoste fata de Dumnezeu,&lt;br /&gt; Si nu vei fi martor adevarat&lt;br /&gt; precum aerul,&lt;br /&gt; nu vei cunoaste adevarata fericire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPII&lt;br /&gt;Copii mi-au provocat inteligenta si mi-au pus la incercare intelepciunea. Langa ei am cunoscut ce inseamna inocenta si intelepciunea copilului, dar si responsabilitatea de a fi mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHRI MATAJI&lt;br /&gt;Standardele morale adevarate le-am cunoscut prin viziunea lui Shri Mataji, care a deschis o noua etapa in viata mea. Am inceput o perioada de studiu si meditatii, reflectii si contemplari ale aspectelor vietii mai putin aparente ca pana atunci. Cu fiecare zi aderam mai mult la viziunea lui Shri Mataji. Viziune care prezenta o lume in care sa traim ca niste sfinti constienti de adevarata noastra valoare, valoare ce nu poate fi cunoscuta pana nu suntem conectati la Sursa. Astfel a fondat un nou stil de viata numit “sahaja yoga” unde tehnica de baza este lucrul subtil cu energia sacra Kundalini ce lucreaza ca o mama interioara grijulie. La mine trezirea energiei a avut efect exploziv la nivelul abdomenului, unde a trebuit sa dinamiteze “betonul” format de blocajele acumulate. Am pretuit adevarul spus de la inceput:”voi nu sunteti acest corp, nu sunteti aceste ganduri, voi sunteti Sinele”, ceea ce pe intelesul meu suna: “sunteti una cu Sursa”. Si rezonam cu aceasta chiar daca  nu pricepeam foarte clar atunci. Tot Shri Mataji m-a ajutat sa ma deschid catre domnul Iisus Cristos si catre studiul scripturilor tuturor religiilor, aratand ca religiile sunt ramuri diferite ale aceluiasi copac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IISUS CRISTOS&lt;br /&gt;Acum serbam Nasterea pruncului Iisus, dar pentru mine, mai important mi se pare mesajul care s-a pastrat peste veacuri. Mesajul capata noi intelesuri cu cat maditam mai mult asupra lui. Cea mai recenta semnificatie cu inteles deplin pentru mine, este: “ Eu si Tatal Una suntem”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANKARACHARYA&lt;br /&gt;M-a inspirat foarte tare prin cele “Sase strofe despre eliberare” si “Meditatie superioara”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SASE STROFE DESPRE ELIBERARE&lt;br /&gt;De Adi Shankaracharia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om. Eu nu sunt nici mintea,&lt;br /&gt;Nici intelectul, egoul sau atentia,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici auzul, nici gustul,&lt;br /&gt;Nici mirosul sau vazul,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici eterul, nici aerul,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici prana,&lt;br /&gt;Nici cele cinci sufluri vitale,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici cele sapte elemente ale corpului,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici cele cinci invelisuri,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici mainile, nici picioarele, nici organul vorbirii,&lt;br /&gt;Nici un alt organ de actiune,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cunosc frica, aviditatea sau iluzia,&lt;br /&gt;Nici repulsia si nici atractia,&lt;br /&gt;Nu cunosc mandria si ego-ul,&lt;br /&gt;Dharma sau Eliberarea,&lt;br /&gt;Nici dorinta mintii,&lt;br /&gt;Nici obiectul placerii,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cunosc placerea si nici durerea,&lt;br /&gt;Virtutea sau viciul,&lt;br /&gt;Nu cunosc mantre, nici locuri sfinte,&lt;br /&gt;Vedele sau sacrificiul,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici cel ce mananca,&lt;br /&gt;Nici hrana, nici actul de a manca,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cunosc moartea, nici frica,&lt;br /&gt;Nici diferentele de casta,&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nici Tata, nici Mama,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nici macar nu m-am nascut,&lt;br /&gt;N-am nici prieten, nici tovaras,&lt;br /&gt;Nici discipol, nici Guru,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fara forma si de neanchipuit,&lt;br /&gt;Caci Eu sunt Atotpatrunzator,&lt;br /&gt;Si exist pretutindeni,&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi Eu sunt dincolo de simturi,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu sunt salvarea,&lt;br /&gt;Si nici ceea ce poate fi cunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Eterna Beatitudine si Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt Shiva! Eu sunt Shiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDITATIE SUPERIOARA&lt;br /&gt;De Adi Shankaracharia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nu sunt atributele cu care lumea ma numeste: numele meu, corpul meu si gandurile mele, caci in curand ele vor avea un sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt; Eu sunt vesnic.&lt;br /&gt; Eu sunt acela care stapaneste aceste invelisuri.&lt;br /&gt; Eu sunt deasupra si dincolo de ele.&lt;br /&gt; Eul meu individual veritabil incepe acolo unde inceteaza activitatea mentalului.&lt;br /&gt; Cine sunt eu?&lt;br /&gt; Acum fac liniste in spiritual meu.&lt;br /&gt; Nu am nici o dorinta de a gandi.&lt;br /&gt; Acum cerul constiintei mele este gol, lipsit de orice gand.&lt;br /&gt; Acum sunt liber, sunt dincolo de tot, deasupra a tot ce exista.&lt;br /&gt; Am iesit din corpurile mele si am trecut dincolo de planeta mea.&lt;br /&gt; Ele nu mai au nici o existenta, deoarece nu erau decat un vis pe care-l faurise spiritul meu.&lt;br /&gt; Acum m-am trezit din acest vis.&lt;br /&gt; Imprejurul meu nu ramane decat spirit infinit.&lt;br /&gt; Sunt asemanator acestui spatiu fara sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt; In momentul acesta nimic nu ma poate atinge.&lt;br /&gt; Nu am nici forma, nici nume.&lt;br /&gt; Am uitat visul meu pamantesc.&lt;br /&gt; Sunt viata infinita care impregneaza totul.&lt;br /&gt; Eu sunt – Eu sunt TOTUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDHI&lt;br /&gt;M-a impresionat prin vointa lui aplicata in actiuni non-violente, incusiv folosind postul total si tacerea ca pe o arma in incetarea disputelor dintre hindusi si musulmani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAKSHINAMURTI&lt;br /&gt;Fiind guru si-a impartasit invatatura prin tacere, facand sa dispara indoieleile discipolilor. Adevarul l-a expus prin tacere. Tacerea lui valora cat un discurs. Tacerea e atat de puternica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA VASIU&lt;br /&gt;Eram prietena ei. Chiar si cand vorbea transmitea o muzica fara cuvinte, o muzica murmurata, venita din interor si umplea tot spatiul din jurul ei. Prin ea am cunoscut modestia fara machiaj, adevarata, direct de la sursa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDHA&lt;br /&gt;De la el am invatat calea de mijloc,asupra careia puteam sa-mi mentin mai des atentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABIR&lt;br /&gt;El m-a fermecat cu versuri deosebit de frumoase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVII&lt;br /&gt;Cugetand, spune Kabir : “Daca-ti topesti viata in Oceanul Vietii, iti vei afla viata in Tara Suprema a Fericirii.”&lt;br /&gt;Ce frenezie ecstatica se afla in fiecare ceas ! Iar indragostitul stoarce si soarbe esenta orelor : vietuieste in viata lui Brahma.&lt;br /&gt;Spun adevarul, fiindca am acceptat adevarul in viata; acum sunt legat de adevar, am dat la o parte orice poleiala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir spune: “Astfel indragostitul este liberat de frica; astfel toate greselile vietii si mortii l-au parasit.”&lt;br /&gt;Acolo cerul e plin de muzica;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo ploua cu nectar;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo rasuna strunele harpei, acolo bat tobele.&lt;br /&gt;Ce tainica splendoare e acolo, in caminul cerului !&lt;br /&gt;Acolo nu se pomeneste de rasaritul si asfintitul soarelui;&lt;br /&gt;In oceanul manifestarii, care e lumina iubirii, ziua si noapte sunt tot una.&lt;br /&gt;Fericire pururi, nici durere, nici lupta !&lt;br /&gt;Acolo am vazut fericirea plina ochi, desavarsirea fericirii:&lt;br /&gt;Nu-I loc de greseala acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir spune : “Acolo, eu sunt martor la jocul Fericirii-Una !”&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut in trupul meu jocul universului;&lt;br /&gt;      am scapat de eroarea acestei lumi.&lt;br /&gt;Interiorul si exteriorul au devenit precum un cer,&lt;br /&gt;       infinitul si finitul sunt unul, ma imbat cu privelistea acestui Tot !&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta Lumina a Ta implineste universal; lampa iubirii ce arde cu uleiul cunoasterii.&lt;br /&gt;Kabir spune: “Acolo nu se poate strecura eroarea, iar conflictul vietii cu moartea nu mai e simtit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LXV&lt;br /&gt;O; FRATE ! Cand eu am uitat, adevaratul meu Guru mi-a aratat Calea.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci am parasit toate riturile si ceremoniile, nu m-am mai imbaiat in apa sfintita.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci am invatat ca singur eu eram nebun, si toata lumea in afara de mine era sanatoasa;&lt;br /&gt;iar eu tulburasem omenirea aceasta inteleapta.&lt;br /&gt;Din clipa aceea n-am mai stiut cum sa ma tavalesc in praf facand ascultare :&lt;br /&gt;Nu bat clopotele de la templu,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pun idolul pe tronul sau,&lt;br /&gt;Nu aduc jertfa de flori chipului,&lt;br /&gt;Nu asprimile ce mortifica trupul sunt pe placul Domnului.&lt;br /&gt;Cand iti lepezi vesmintele si-ti ucizi simturile, nu-i faci placere Domnului.&lt;br /&gt;Omul care e bun, care practica dreptatea, care ramane neclintit in mijlocul treburilor lumii, care priveste toate fapturile pamantului ca si cum ar fi el insusi,&lt;br /&gt;Acela atinge Fiinta Nemuritoare; Dumnezeu adevarat e pururi cu dansul.&lt;br /&gt;Kabir spune: “Acela atinge Numele adevarat ale carui cuvinte sunt pure, si care-i lipsit de orice mandrie sau inchipuire.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMANA MAHARSHI&lt;br /&gt;Se implinesc 129 ani de la nasterea sa acum la sfarsit de decembrie.&lt;br /&gt;Gratia sa a actionat asupra mentalului meu facandu-l sa recunoasca adevarata identitate cu Sinele. O actiune tacuta. &lt;br /&gt;Un citat din “Inteleptul de la Arunachala” vol II : &lt;br /&gt;“Scopul practicii spirituale este suprimarea ignorantei si nu dobandirea realitatii. Realizarea exista dintotdeauna,chiar aici si in acest moment. Daca ar fi fost o stare noua de dobandit, ea nu ar fi permanenta, de vreme ce ar fi absenta intr-un moment si prezenta intr-altul. Ceea ce nu este permanent nu merita osteneala de a fi dobandit. Realizarea este permanenta si eterna, aici si acum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am expus pe scurt cate ceva despre cei care m-au ajutat in drumul meu spiritual. Acum te provoc cititorule, sa prezinti si tu pe scurt, persoanele care te-au ajutat si pe tine, pana in acest moment.Astept cu nerabdare sa-ti expui aici povestea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-1467815363996492912?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/1467815363996492912/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=1467815363996492912' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1467815363996492912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1467815363996492912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-afara-gradinii-linistii-tale-parca.html' title=''/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-9168719346119974880</id><published>2008-08-23T10:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:38:03.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arunachala in direct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arunachala-live.com/"&gt;The Arunachala-live webcam based in Tiruvannamalai, India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-9168719346119974880?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/9168719346119974880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=9168719346119974880' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/9168719346119974880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/9168719346119974880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/08/arunachala-in-direct.html' title='Arunachala in direct'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-7723340190170292071</id><published>2008-08-18T14:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:12:19.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In gradina linistii Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In gradina linistii Tale mi-am facut culcus, sub un nuc batran cu ramuri mari, lasate pana aproape de pamant. Locul ales e bun de contemplatie: intr-o parte e pajistea cu iarba catifelata verde,iar dincolo e Arunachala, colina Anamalai. De pe el se prelinge un fir de apa cristalina ce poate fi trecut usor cu piciorul. Ma asez sub nuc sa admir peisajul. Linistea ma cuprinde si ma patrunde. Mi se destind muschii spatelui, ai gatului, ai obrajilor: Doamne, de mult nu mi-a fost asa de bine!                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style=""&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;08 08 08.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In gradina linistii Tale am intrarea asigurata neconditionat, permanent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doar de mine depinde sa intru sau nu in ea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aici mi-am regasit  prietenii/ajutatori ai mei. Sunt multi si ma simt minunat in preajma lor. I-am cunoscut in diverse momente si fiecare au diminuat cate ceva din zbuciumul si agitatia  in care ma zbateam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In gradina linistii Tale am uitat de clipele de  zbucium si agitatie  care m-au ravasit, stiu doar ca au fost necesare pentru a ma putea bucura de prietenii/ajutatori ai mei, pentru a experimenta tot felul de emotii, culminand cu cea prezenta de liniste.&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;11 08 08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunt linistita in gradina linistii Tale. Sunt indragostita de gradina Ta si de Tine, de aceea ma refugiez aici asa des. Ti-as scrie cantece de dragoste, dar mi-a luat-o inainte Kabir si altii ca el.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De cand fregventez gradina linistii Tale am regasit prieteni/ajutatori, unii mai prezenti ca altii: Dakshinamurti,Iisus Cristos,Budha, Shankaracharia,Gandhi, Kabir, Ramana Maharshi, Shri Mataji, Angela Vasiu, mama, sotul, copii.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Voi incerca sa reamintesc in ce a constat ajutorul fiecaruia dintre ei pentru linistea mea. 13 08 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;Mowgli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-7723340190170292071?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/7723340190170292071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=7723340190170292071' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/7723340190170292071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/7723340190170292071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-gradina-linistii-tale.html' title='In gradina linistii Tale'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-6361590175540220370</id><published>2008-07-08T10:28:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:17:39.937+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;CAUTARI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Timp indelungat nu mi-am pus intrebari existentiale. Viata ce o traiam parea total anormala fata de ce simteam eu ca ar trebui sa fie. Mereu mi se parea ca nu ma potrivesc cu locurile, cu epoca, si ca altundeva sau in alte vremuri m-as fi simtit mai in largul meu. Stiu ca ma opream deseori in fata ferestrei, privind spre nicaieri, asteptand ceva sa se intample. Starea ca nu ma potrivesc acestui loc, acestui timp, m-a urmarit de mic copil, chiar daca peste ani s-au adunat evenimente care m-au obligat sa ma conformez locului si timpului. Am actionat ca si cand as fi implicata, dar sentimentul nu disparea. Ma simteam ca o intrusa care nu-si putea asuma nici drepturi si nici responsabilitati. "Altii cum pot si eu nu ? e o problema psihica ? sunt bolnava ? sunt nebuna ? sunt anormala ?", intrebari ce ma bantuiau, dar nu insistam sa aflu raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Cand aparenta mea implicare in zbuciumul cotidian s-a mai linistit, a venit si raspunsul la nivel mental. Din foarte multe directii ma bombardau idei ca : tu nu esti acest corp, aceste ganduri, aceste emotii, tu esti stapanul lor, esti Sinele.Bine, bine, sunt Sinele, dar ce e Sinele, cu ce se mananca, ce culoare are ?! Mi s-a oferit o baza pentru intrebari existentiale si am pornit sa caut Adevarul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Primele notiuni le-am sorbit cu nesat din vorbele Lui Iisus Cristos "Eu si Tatal UNA suntem". Apoi a urmat o perioada de meditatii si reflectii, care n-au fost constante, dar a reusit sa directioneze mentalul spre a discerne intre ce e real si ce nu e real. Mentalul meu avea acum un "job", dar nu era deloc usor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Cand am citit despre Ramana Maharshi, in "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; secreta", totul parea ca o poveste din 1001 de nopti, mit, fictiune,sf. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Insa cand L-am gasit in "Inteleptul de la Arunachala" s-a aschimbat, a devenit apropiat, la indemana, chiar puteam "comunica" cu el. Eu puneam intrebarea (pusa de discipoli, bineinteles, dar era intrebarea ce-o aveam si eu in minte), iar el imi dadea raspunsul. Si raspunsul lui era o usurare pentru mine. Imediat inchideam ochii si ramaneam in meditatie. Nu ma grabeam cu cititul, mai mult savuram fiecare raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Pe la jumatatea primului volum, vad ca unele intrebari se repeta si ma miram ca nu s-a inteles din prima, doar Ramana Maharshi a raspuns atat de clar si simplu, pe intelesul tuturor. Cum pot fi unii atat de grei de cap ?! Inchid iar ochii si vorbesc in gand cu Ramana Maharshi, de la egal la egal :- ce simplu e ! nu are rost sa-i mai repeti din nou, iar si iar. Si atunci s-a petrecut minunea...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tot ce era in jurul meu a disparut, chiar si eu ca forma. Am ramas doar ca existenta. Eram doar constienta de existenta. Altceva nu exista. Nu mai era nimic altceva si nici altcineva. Intelegerea era deplina : sunt Sinele, sunt cel ce sunt, doar SUNT. Sunt constienta de existenta si aceasta e fericire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Nu sunt cuvinte sa exprim starea fara "stare". Cunoasterea de dincolo de mental a inundat tot ce-am cunoscut pana in acel moment, de parca nici nu ar fi existat mai inainte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Dupa trei zile si trei nopti betia beatitudinii s-a cuibarit in inima, lasand libertate mentalului sa analizeze noua situatie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Instantaneu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;capata&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;inteles orice neintelegere mai veche sau mai noua, ce aparea in minte. Din acel moment totul a devenit simplu. Peste tot ma simt ACASA. Privind ca din lume totul e OK, privind ca din Sine totul e minunat. Armonizarea mea, ca fiind in lume si in Sine, e completa. Cautarea mea s-a incheiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mowgli cel linistit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"   lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-6361590175540220370?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/6361590175540220370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=6361590175540220370' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/6361590175540220370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/6361590175540220370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/07/cautari-timp-indelungat-nu-mi-am-pus_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-3837462161292156847</id><published>2008-07-06T12:57:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:47:29.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;   SAT CIT ANANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;As vrea sa-mi privesti ochii si sa constati ca exprima fericirea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;As vrea sa-mi simti inima si sa constati ca nu te minte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;Avand la dispozitie doar cuvintele imi va fi greu sa descriu starea de beatitudine in care ma aflu. Voi incerca totusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;Cele mai mari sacrificii merita facute ca sa ajungi la aceasta stare si cu toate acestea  se afla la indemana tuturor si nu necesita sacrificii. Eu cel putin n-am sacrificat ceva si nici nu cred ca am avut vre-un merit deosebit, pentru toate binecuvantarile, bucuriile si frumusetile care ma inconjoara si ma inunda in acelasi timp. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;Dupa o oarecare practica a meditatiei (introspectia in special), trezirea a fost exploziva, ca un foc viu, purificator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt; Atentia mi-a fost atrasa spre interior unde Kundalini descatusa cheakrele din stransele legaturi ale vechilor karme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt; M-a eliberat, m-a usurat, puteam pluti, m-a dilatat de parca nu mai aveam limite;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt; eram si inauntru si totusi ma priveam si din afara in acelasi timp. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;m trecut prin mai multe stari de constiinta care au culminat cu starea prezenta de SAT CIT ANANDA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;Mowgli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-3837462161292156847?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/3837462161292156847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=3837462161292156847' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3837462161292156847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3837462161292156847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/07/sat-cit-ananda-as-vrea-sa-mi-privesti.html' title=''/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-1464516096202089987</id><published>2008-06-25T11:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:45:03.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;CINE SUNT EU?     CINE ESTI TU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ti-am spus candva asa :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sunt o prelungire a Ta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mana ta dreapta se termina cu mine,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mana ta stanga la fel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E greu de imaginat ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Printre norii grei strabate &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la amiaza o raza,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;nu-i vedem sursa, dar stim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ca este o prelungire a soarelui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Orice apa, parau, fluviu, mare, lac,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;din mijlocul continenetului,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;este o prelungire a oceanului, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;chiar daca nu-i vedem legatura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sunt materializarea dorintelor tale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sunt materializarea iubirii tale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu esti zeul, eu sunt chipul din oglinda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in care tu te oglindesti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fie ca-ti place &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;sau nu,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;eu sunt tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu esti rima, eu poezia;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti lumina, eu raza;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti setea, eu apa;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti foamea, eu hrana;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti gerul iernii, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu florile de gheata la geam;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti viata, suflarea,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu sunt corpul care traieste pana la ultima suflare;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti seva, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu , copacul cu radacina tulpina, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;frunze&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; si flori;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti iubirea,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;iar eu sunt si Romeo si Julieta;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti Adam,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu sunt coasta ta;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu esti si Adam si Eva;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fie ca-ti place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;sau nu,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;eu sunt Tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mowgli in dualitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-1464516096202089987?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/1464516096202089987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=1464516096202089987' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1464516096202089987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1464516096202089987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/06/cine-sunt-eu-cine-esti-tu-ti-am-spus.html' title=''/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-51657731819051158</id><published>2008-06-04T18:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:52:00.512+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautatorul si calea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toti cautatorii fac yoga, chiar si fara sa stie asta. Ei sunt pe o cale (yoga), indifferent ce nume au aceste cai : crestina, musulmana, budista, mozaica, atee, ect. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cel care-si pune intrebari existentiale este nedumerit , ce cale sa urmeze, care e mai buna ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca Adevarul se afla numai la crestini, de ce nu vin toti aici ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca Adevarul e numai la musulmani, de ce nu vin toti aici ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca Biblia e scrisa de evrei, ei de ce nu urmeaza crestinismul ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Atunci unde este Adevarul, unde sa-l caut, unde sa-l gasesc ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;De ce toti din cadrul unei religii , tin la respectiva religie si insista ca Adevarul e la ei si numai la ei ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dumnezeu e Unul , atunci de ce nu se ajunge la un consens ? &lt;/span&gt;Aceasta stare ii lasa nedumeriti pe cei care cauta Adevarul. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;La urma urmei, ce vreau eu ?! Vreau sa stiu ce-i desparte pe credinciosi sau vreau un raspuns la intrebarile ce ma framanta : tot ce se intampla cu mine e intamplator sau e dirijat?  de ce m-am nascut?  de ce traiesc?  pana cand?  care-i scopul meu pe pamant?  voi muri?  de ce?  ce se intampla cu mine dupa ce mor?  cu corpul meu, cu gandurile mele, cu planurile mele?  ce planuri sa imi fac si pentru ce perioda?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pe cine sa intreb ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa-i intreb pe cei cu scoala multa, cu facultati, sau pe batranii cu parul alb ? - ma indoiesc sa stie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Mai bine-i intreb pe prunci, ei sigur stiu. &lt;/span&gt;Zambesc mereu si cand dorm si cand sunt trezi . Ii observ atent, toti ii adora. Pruncii sunt o minune, o bucurie, sunt viata, ei doar exista.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand le cresc dintii, renunta la hrana de la san; cand incep sa mearga, renunta la sustinere; cand incep sa vorbeasca, renunta la tacere si  incep problemele.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ar trebui sa redevin copilul dependent de CEA / CEL care m-a creat, sa ma hranesc direct la SURSA si sa las sursa sa vorbeasca pentru mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astfel dispar intrebarile, problemele, grijile, nedumeririle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acum  stiu totul, am totul, sunt totul si zambesc ca un bebelus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiecare cale, ar trebui sa ofere aceasta satisfactie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aceasta este ceea ce cauta cautatorul: revenirea la sursa si identificarea cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                              Mowgli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-51657731819051158?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/51657731819051158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=51657731819051158' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/51657731819051158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/51657731819051158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/06/cautatorul-si-calea.html' title='Cautatorul si calea.'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-2212750963248494272</id><published>2008-06-02T09:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:11:14.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citate din "Inteleptul de la Arunachala"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     Dialog cu Ramana Maharshi despre  ruga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oamenii se roaga lui Dumnezeu si-si sfarsesc rugaciunea spunand “faca-se Voia Ta”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daca vointa lui Dumnezeu trebuie sa se indeplineasca, la ce bun sa te rogi Lui ? Nu trebuie uitat ca Vointa divina prevaleaza in permanenta si in orice imprejurare. Individul nu poate actiona cu de la sine putere. Este suficient deci ca omul sa recunoasca atotputernicia Vointei divine si sa ramana linistit. Dumnezeu are grija de fiecare dintre noi. El a creat totul. Voi nu sunteti aici decat cateva unitati printre miliarde de alte unitati. Daca Dumnezeu are puterea sa determine viata acestor miliarde de fiinte, de ce crezi ca El te uita ? Chiar simplul bun simt ar trebui sa-i faca pe oameni sa inteleaga&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ca trebuie sa se supuna Vointei Sale. In consecinta, nu este necesar sa-i faci cunoscute nevoile tale. El le cunoaste mai bine decat oricine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mai mult, de ce te rogi ? Pentru ca te simti neajutorat si lipsit de forta si pentru ca tu cauti ajutorul unei puteri superioare. Oare Creatorul tau, care este deasemenea&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;protectorul tau, nu iti cunoaste deja toate slabiciunile ? Crezi ca se cade sa-ti etalezi in fata Lui toate defectele pentru ca El sa ia cunostinta de ele ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Intrebare : Dumnezeu ii ajuta pe cei ce se ajuta singuri ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cu siguranta. Ajuta-te tu insuti. Facand aceasta, inca te supui lui Dumnezeu. Caci fiecare actiune este determinata numai de Dumnezeu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cat despre faptul de a te ruga pentru un altul, aceasta atitudine pare lipsita de egoism. Dar daca o analizezi in fond, vei descoperi de asemenea in ea egoismul. De fapt, tu doresti fericirea altuia in scopul de a fi tu insuti fericit. Sau altfel spus, tu vrei sa beneficiezi de meritul de a fi mijlocitor pentru fericirea altora. Dumnezeu nu are nevoie de nici un intermediar. Ocupa-te de problemele tale si totul va fi bine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;Vol II, pag. 243.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-2212750963248494272?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/2212750963248494272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=2212750963248494272' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2212750963248494272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2212750963248494272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/06/citate-din-inteleptul-de-la-arunachala.html' title='Citate din &quot;Inteleptul de la Arunachala&quot;'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-3312697391199824458</id><published>2008-05-11T08:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:19:53.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In pragul casei</title><content type='html'>De ce &lt;in&gt;? Pentruca aici te simti ACASA, in siguranta.&lt;br /&gt;Totodata ai perspectiva celor doua lumi: cea interioara si cea exterioara.&lt;br /&gt;Pe drumul vietii amandoua sunt zbuciumate: si interiorul si exteriorul.&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca ai ajuns ACASA, acea casa fiind SURSA de unde ai plecat candva pe drumul vietii, fiind totodata si DESTINATIA fiecaruia dintre noi, atunci se schimba lucrurile.&lt;br /&gt;Bucuria ca ai revenit ACASA te inunda si nu mai e loc pentru altceva sau altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;Descoperi aici PACEA mult cautata pe toate drumurile vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Descoperi ca tu esti pacea si bucuria nesfarsita care fac sa dispara granitele dintre interior si exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Uimit te intrebi: dar celalalt, unde e ?!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o vreme, apari " in pragul casei" si-ti da mana sa razi de toate temerile ce le-ai avut pana sa ajungi ACASA.&lt;br /&gt;Realizezi ca ai fi putut intoarce si celalalt obraz, era OK.&lt;br /&gt;Stand "in pragul casei", stiindu-te ACASA oriunde, oricand, iti poti permite calatorii catre oricare  alt "exterior".&lt;br /&gt;"Pragul casei"   pe langa  sursa si destinatie, devine acum  si drum, cale.&lt;br /&gt;Sursa, cale, destinatie. Trei in Unu si unu in TREI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The threefold Mowgli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-3312697391199824458?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/3312697391199824458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=3312697391199824458' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3312697391199824458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3312697391199824458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-pragul-casei.html' title='In pragul casei'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-5790942722250443268</id><published>2008-05-09T11:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:18:54.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, acum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, that you hove opened my eyes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I know who I am,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I know who You are,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know We are,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I do not want to live in oblivion,in ignorance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a wish,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only and the last :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oblivion, carelessness must not lie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over my heart,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over my eyes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the One who doeset oll :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;take the ignorance from me and carry it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt; text-align: right;"&gt;Mowgli devotee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-5790942722250443268?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/5790942722250443268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=5790942722250443268' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/5790942722250443268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/5790942722250443268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-that-you-hove-opened-my-eyes-that-i.html' title='Now, acum'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-1033669943280192783</id><published>2008-05-01T21:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:57:32.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara identificare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spre dimineata,in jurul orei 3,deschid ochii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Camera e slab luminata , fara o lumina propie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nu recunosc camera si ma intreb unde sunt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Incerc sa ma lamuresc in ce camera sunt … a cui camera …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E cineva care doarme langa mine, cine o fi…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dar eu cine sunt… Nici un raspuns….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bine, dar trebuie sa am o memorie, s-o rascolesc, sa dau de-un fir… Nimic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Memorie, unde esti ?????  Nimic… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dupa un timp, ce nu l-am putut aprecia, recunosc sifonierul vechi de 20 ani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tot atunci am inteles cine dormea alaturi, in acelasi pat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vechi partener de viata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acum, am o identificare, spre deosebire de atunci, cand doar existam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Existenta pura, fara identificare…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out Mowgli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-1033669943280192783?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/1033669943280192783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=1033669943280192783' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1033669943280192783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1033669943280192783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/05/fara-identificare.html' title='Fara identificare'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-2055837472464878441</id><published>2008-04-23T13:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:06:37.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce mai e de facut ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand paharul este gol, il umpli,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca e deja plin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand fructul e in coacere, ii sustii coacerea,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca e deja copt, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand omul e bolnav, il tratezi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca e deja sanatos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand zilele sunt triste, le inveselesti,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca toate zilele sunt deja o continua bucurie,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand adevarul e acoperit , il descoperi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca e deja descoperit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand esti pe drum, cauti sa ajungi acasa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Dar daca esti deja ACASA, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand totul e atat de bine spus, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand totul e atat de bine cantat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand totul e atat de bine facut,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;ce mai e de facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;The comprehensive Mowgli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-2055837472464878441?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/2055837472464878441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=2055837472464878441' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2055837472464878441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/2055837472464878441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/04/ce-mai-e-de-facut.html' title='Ce mai e de facut ?'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-3159382185063370149</id><published>2008-04-21T20:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:05:17.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Netulburare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand vantul nu bate, nimic nu tulbura oglinda apei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand gura tace, se aude tacerea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Cand mintea tace, vorbeste Sinele, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;neauzit de altcineva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O muzica divina rasuna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in urechile fiecarei celule a corpului,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ce-si mareste continu dimensiunea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;si se pierde in departari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peste tot rasuna doar vibratia muzicii necreate,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si nu-i altcineva s-o auda.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cuvintele tulbura linistea,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gandurile tulbura pacea mintii,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vantul tulbura oglinda apei, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Starea de netulburare este SINELE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;      The noiseless Mowgli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-3159382185063370149?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/3159382185063370149/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=3159382185063370149' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3159382185063370149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/3159382185063370149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/04/netulburare.html' title='Netulburare'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-53587196915186887</id><published>2008-04-14T14:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:38:19.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruga</title><content type='html'>Cand nu stiam, nu ma rugam.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am intrezarit partial&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;Acum cand am aflat INTREGUL,&lt;br /&gt;nu ma mai rog.&lt;br /&gt;Aduc doar laude, multumiri si slava&lt;br /&gt;Celui ce este&lt;br /&gt;Si ma bucur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The happy Mowgli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-53587196915186887?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/53587196915186887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=53587196915186887' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/53587196915186887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/53587196915186887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruga.html' title='Ruga'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-4248178756097881439</id><published>2008-04-13T21:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:37:14.485+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omagiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cui altcuiva aş putea aduce omagiu pentru ceea ce sunt, decat Celui ce este?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doar prin gra&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;ţ&lt;/span&gt;ia Celui ce este, am prins contur in manifestare ca o firimitură de paine in paine; ca val de apa in apa; ca sine in Sine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toate astea le inteleg doar dupa inlaturarea multiplelor identificari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Identificarile vin cu fiecare noua alegere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Relevanta este identificarea lui Mowgli din povestea Cartea junglei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El s-a adaptat perfect vietii in jungla, crezand ca apartine acesteia ca o vietuitoare oarecare, fiind complet rupt de civilizatia satului in care se nascuse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand a re/descoperit&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;comunitatea oamenilor, a renuntat la vechea identificare, cea de vietuitoare a junglei, si si-a luat o identificare noua: cea de copil al satului.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In perspectiva se pot prevedea noi identificari in viata lui Mowgli : Mowgli fiul lui X si Y; Mowgli – elev; Mowgli – meserias; Mowgli – sot; Mowgli – tata; Mowgli – intelept; Mowgli – eliberat (mukta purusha).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mowgli Reloaded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-4248178756097881439?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/4248178756097881439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=4248178756097881439' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/4248178756097881439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/4248178756097881439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/04/omagiu.html' title='Omagiu'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120838553549079561.post-1593856239284532164</id><published>2008-04-13T21:00:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:02:32.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Timpul la Prezentul Continuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;datoria&gt;  &lt;/datoria&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Eu sunt cel care sunt” rezuma intregul adevar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Metoda poate fi rezumata la doua cuvinte: “Fii liniştit”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ramana Maharshi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1950, aprilie, 14 ,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seara,  Ramana Maharshi a parasit corpul dupa 70 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Se implinesc 58 ani in seara asta.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ca o clipa au trecut si iata-ne, in inima noastra, la picioarele Celui ce a revenit la vechea sa forma, cea fara de forma, fredonand in soapta alaturi de devotii Sai: Arunachala Shiva, Arunachala Shiva…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A renuntat la forma corporala, dar nu a plecat, ci s-a cuibarit in fiecare din noi si in spatiul dintre noi, ca blandete, duiosie, intelegere, compasiune, acceptare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cand noi manifestam astfel de stari, de fapt El se exprima prin noi. El este blandetea, intelegerea, compasiunea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa-I permitem cat mai des aceasta, fiind tot mai blanzi, mai intelegatori, mai plini de compasiune.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa-I permitem, fiind Una cu El.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Mowgli devotee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120838553549079561-1593856239284532164?l=praguri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/feeds/1593856239284532164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8120838553549079561&amp;postID=1593856239284532164' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1593856239284532164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8120838553549079561/posts/default/1593856239284532164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praguri.blogspot.com/2008/04/timpul-la-prezentul-continuu.html' title='Timpul la Prezentul Continuu'/><author><name>Mowgli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764377428644951101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16832249028639170007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>