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20/01/2024

Swami Sivananda
The secret of prosperity, of course, would be to live within your income, to spend less than what you earn, and not go into debt. That would be the greatest wisdom in a nutshell! If you have not got the cash, then don't purchase items-go without them.

Yet, there are certain laws of prosperity which stem from eternal spiritual truths. If you begin to feel and think lack (want), you experience lack. If you assert your abundance, then, as the shadow follows the person, abundance follows you.

Desire is poverty. Desire is a feeling of inadequacy. When you begin to desire, you are a beggar already. A millionaire who is always wanting to make another million is really a beggar. A porter who is getting, say, four dollars a day and says, "That is quite enough for me" is greater than a millionaire. For he has not that nagging feeling of lack and the beggarly attitude of desire.

To this end, contentment is the true secret of affirming your abundance. Whatever comes, feel full. Once you have contentment, there is nothing that can make you unhappy. If you don't have contentment, nothing can make you happy. The moment desire arises, just reject it. Then you will begin to experience that the desired object comes by itself to you. This is an eternal law.

So, the inner secret of prosperity is to affirm your plentitude, your abundance. The moment you start affirming it, you will find conditions changing, for your conditions are the product of your own thoughts. The vital factor that goes to make up all your life is your thoughts. They are as tangible and substantial as bricks that piles up to become a great mansion. They can build your whole life. They can create any condition in your life.

Therefore, the secret of prosperity is to affirm your true abundant nature. After all, you are the master of the whole creation, for you are heir to the One who is Master of everything. In truth, you lack nothing. All plenitude, all abundance is our real Self. Your true nature is plenitude. The more you begin to affirm this fact with perfect confidence, not as a thing to be, but as a fact that is, prosperity is yours.

This is a law which has been proved in the life of all those who have discovered and applied it. The more you desire, the more does your want increase. The more you assert your abundance, the more abundance follows you. Let this theorem be in your mind. Let it be in your heart.

20/01/2024

The secret of prosperity, of course, would be to live within your income, to spend less than what you earn, and not go into debt. That would be the greatest wisdom in a nutshell! If you have not got the cash, then don’t purchase items-go without them.

Yet, there are certain laws of prosperity which stem from eternal spiritual truths. If you begin to feel and think lack (want), you experience lack. If you assert your abundance, then, as the shadow follows the person, abundance follows you.

Desire is poverty. Desire is a feeling of inadequacy. When you begin to desire, you are a beggar already. A millionaire who is always wanting to make another million is really a beggar. A porter who is getting, say, four dollars a day and says, “That is quite enough for me” is greater than a millionaire. For he has not that nagging feeling of lack and the beggarly attitude of desire.

To this end, contentment is the true secret of affirming your abundance. Whatever comes, feel full. Once you have contentment, there is nothing that can make you unhappy. If you don’t have contentment, nothing can make you happy. The moment desire arises, just reject it. Then you will begin to experience that the desired object comes by itself to you. This is an eternal law.

30/12/2023

Postura confortabila si stabila. Asana.

30/12/2023

Postura confortabila si stabila.

20/09/2023

Ma intrebam ce copac poate fi, cel ce cazuse…. Parea sanatos, lemnul era bun, copacul parea ca fusese viguros. Si, cand mi s-a aratat, am inteles ca, fara sa-mi dau seama, eram acolo unde erau doar brazi. Si, acela ce cazuse, nu ca era ceva in neregula cu el, cu esenta lui, doar ca, asa cm mi-a explicat tata, era singur, la margine… Si n-a putut face fata singur, furtunii.
Copacii - nu ei aleg unde cresc.
Inca iau lectii de la parinti - profesori… Momente de “Aha!”…

09/08/2023

Mostenire
Intelegeam, simteam, stiam acolo unde eram eu, acolo unde ma intorc acum. Stiam de ce “fuge” tata, in fiecare clipa furata traiului zilnic, pe munti, sub munti, pe dealuri. Ma uit azi pe poze si citesc povestile lor, ba mai tehnice, ba mai poetice si chiar amuzante, pe alocuri, povesti din zile recente, unele chiar de ieri sau azi. Si ma regasesc, copil, cm eram, simtind iarba, pietrele, florile, copacii. Ma regasesc si sunt una cu cea care eram atunci, intre timp ratacita, intre timp, iata, regasita. Inteleg acum, simt, stiu.
Rational si logic, nu era “normal” ca tata sa plece in munti de sarbatori, lasand o mama acasa, copil inca si ea, cu doi copii ai lor. Rational si logic, trebuiau sa ne lase in tabere si pe noi sau sa ne duca si pe noi la mare, cu tichete, la hotelurile Sindicatului. Nu doar prin munti, cu rucsacul in spate, doua saptamani de dormit in cort, urcat, coborat, pazit focul si trait in “jungla”.
Uneori, ne lipsea tata. Ne lipsea, uneori, si mama, ocupata cm era ea cu toate ale casei. Ne simteam altfel, cumva neintegrate, cumva ciudate. Mereu cu genunchii juliti, cu vanatai pe picioare, cu nasurile arse de soare, neintelegand prea bine ce e, dar tanjind d**a tabara de la Navodari. Iubeam, fara sa stiu, acel status quo, urandu-l, totusi, declarativ, caci ma lipsea de “normalitate”.
Apoi, crescand, n-am mai prea mers. Mult timp mi-a fost dor. Cand imi era mai bine sau imi era mai rau, as fi fugit in munti. As fi fugit in iarba, sub stele, in vreo pestera rece vara si calda iarna, as fi ramas doua saptamani, ca atunci, venindu-mi greu, la intoarcere, sa mai stau pe un scaun de atata stat pe busteni. As fi plecat, pe toti si toate lasandu-le in urma, sa ma caut pe mine, sa ma regasesc aceeasi care eram, fetita care era intrebata daca ea, asa, zambeste mereu.
Iubesc natura. Iubesc copacii, le ador umbra si frunzele fosnind si voinicia cu care rezista vanturilor si ploilor. Ma topesc in iarba, ma amuza furnicile gadilicioase care isi fac loc printre fire si ma linisteste adancirea in moalele ei. Si stelele, si cate si mai cate, si izvoarele – unele timide, cu susur usor, abia auzit sau unele mai indraznete, stropind jucaus pietrele. Izvoare in care iti faci palma caus si bei rece.
Acum nu mi-e dor. Acum le-am regasit pe toate in mine, le regasesc fericire in fiecare pauza intre inspir si expir, le regasesc in mine cand privesc pozele si citesc povestile tatei. Le simt dulci pe limba cand gust zacusca mamei cu ghebele culese si alese cu grija in plimbarile lor prin paduri. Ma bucur cand pot sa le simt de-a dreptul, direct, tactil, egal ma bucur cand inchid ochii si le simt.
Cu recunostinta, ma bucur. Cu recunostinta, le inteleg, le simt si le stiu.

20/05/2023

Acum un an, eu si acele trairi pastrate intacte in amintire. Lectia continua.

Cu asemenea gol in stomac nu am mai plecat de multa vreme. Am visat la acest drum, da, e un vis “in progress”.
Nu vreau nici sa exagerez semnificatia, cm nu vreau nici sa bagatelizez.
Am spus “La revedere!” minunilor mele de copii, iubitului meu, parintilor mei. O revedere ce va fi peste o luna.
Se spune ca sunt drumuri pe care trebuie sa le faci singur. Vedem la intoarcere, intoarcerea e parte din experienta.
Azi dimineata am avut o singura clipa de “zi normala” si am realizat imediat ca azi plec. De atunci am acest gol in stomac si prea plin de multe emotii in suflet. Tristete si dor, deja, mirarea faptului ca intr-adevar, plec, si un freamat pe care nu-l pot numi.

Voiam sa spun ca azi sunt in aeroport, de maine voi fi la scoala. Dar lectia e inceputa, de fapt.

06/05/2023

Aceeasi framantare, aceeasi auto-invinuire. Ca nu fac destul, ca nu sunt suficient. Ca as fi putut face diferit si m-am lasat prinsa in vechi modele de comportament. Ca as fi putut da mai mult si ca as fi putut fi mai buna, sa deschid mai larg usa…
Exista aceasta nesfarsire de potential din care am senzatia (inutila, asa cm este acum, stiu) ca nu iau mai mult, ca uit ca este si ma limitez la un mediocru.
Cu mintea disec toate aceste ganduri, cu sufletul ma iert si ma alin. Sunt prinsa intre temeri, una de a nu ramane intr-o suficienta limitata, mintindu-ma ca atat pot si alta, teama de vina ce o arunc asupra-mi ca nu fac si nu sunt cat as putea fi.
Ma agat de punctul de lumina, mijind ochii, ca o mioapa ce sunt, ca sa il vad mai bine, relaxez corpul si respir sa ii simt caldura… Si iar, vartejul, obscuritatea, gandurile in avalansa.
Ce stiu, si stiu, e ca lumina nu e doar acolo, in departare, un punct, e mai mult decat un punct, e aici. Ca nu e nevoie sa imi mijesc ochii, dimpotriva, pot sa ii deschid larg… Faptul ca stiu asta, ma tine si ma trage inapoi din disperare.
In adancuri e liniste, deasupra e senin iar eu provoc furtuni. Si insasi constientizarea asta este un alt val.
“Cred, Doamne! Ajută necredinței mele!”