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I am only the Self - Nisargadatta Maharaj - short version complete






THE WIND DOES NOT BLOW FOR ANY INDIVIDUAL . . . BUT FOR THE ENTIRE MANIFESTATION.

WHY DO YOU WORRY ABOUT THE WORLD BEFORE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. YOU WANT TO SAVE THE WORLD.  DON'T YOU? CAN YOU SAVE THE WORD BEFORE SAVING YOURSELF? AND WHAT NEEDS BEING SAVED FROM WHAT? FROM ILLUSION. SALVATION IS TO SEE THINGS AS THEY ALREADY ARE


KEEP QUIET. DO YOUR WORK IN THE WORLD. BUT INWARDLY KEEP QUIET AND ALL WILL COME TO YOU. DO NOT rely on your work for realization. It may profit others but not you. YOUR HOPE LIES IN KEEPING SILENT IN YOUR MIND AND QUIET IN YOUR HEART. BY ALL MEANS ATTEND TO YOUR DUTIES. ACTION IN WHICH YOU ARE NOT EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED AND WHICH IS BENEFICAL AND DOES NOT CAUSE SUFFERING DOES NOT BIND YOU. YOU MAY BE ENGAGED IN SEVERAL DIRECTIONS AND WORK WITH ENORMOUS ZEST YET REMAIN INWARDLY FREE AND QUIET WITH A MIRROR-LIKE MIND, WHICH REFLECTS ALL WITHOUT BEING AFFECTED. THE UNEXPECTED IS BOUND TO HAPPEN, WHILE THE ANTICIPATED MAY NEVER COME. ALL IS BECAUSE YOU ARE. GRASP THIS POINT FROM ME AND DEEPLY AND DWELL ON IT REPEATEDLY. TO REALIZE THIS AS ABSOLUTELY TRUE IS LIBERATION.


INVESTIGATE YOURSELF. THIS IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR BEING.


THERE CAN BE NO CONSCIOUSNESS WITHOUT AWARENESS.



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