The true upanishad

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Dear all,

Here and now liberation for me from the shackles of my

body.

 

 

 

My awareness is a mirror. It reflects me to myself. So I see myself

only. All that I see, all that I experience, is my own self. This

whole world is me, a reflection of myself. I contain this world

which has arisen in me as an experience. Space and time are thoughts

in me. I am not delimited by a subset of my thoughts. So I exist

beyond space and time. I am immortal. I am free.

 

 

 

Since I am the whole world and beyond it too, I cannot die. I exist,

my awareness exists, when time itself is not there. So I was never

born, I can never die.

 

 

 

Since I am the whole world, I am not a part of it, particularly, the

part which appears to me as my body. When others say I am dead, no

more, and my body is burning, I see myself through the millions of

others' eyes I have. When I am seeing my body burn, how could I have

died?

 

 

 

What is death? Moving awareness away from a particular time or place

makes that particular time or place die. Lack of awareness is death.

It's like sleeping. But, I wake up in a different body, casting away

all my previous ideas into the waste paper basket of the past. Some

times, I may pick up a discarded paper from the basket. That's when

I remember a past life experience.

 

 

 

The process of death is not unfamiliar to me. I can be aware of my

foot. Now, I can be aware of my hand. When I am aware of my foot, I

am not aware of my hand, I don't know if it was there. Next moment

when I become aware of it, it came ito being. Birth and death, these

are continuously happening every moment. They are painless. I cannot

be afraid of birth, I cannot be afraid of death, since I am not

afraid of passage of time. Then why and how can I be afraid of

death? Of stoppage of time? Death is my friend not to be afraid of,

nor wept for. Death is a celebration, to be enjoyed, like throwing

away useless torn clothes.

 

 

 

Death does not exist. Nor does birth. Nor does growth. The world is

a constant invariant. That contains all experiences which flow in

time. It is full when time flows. It is empty when time does not

flow.

 

 

 

Whatever I see is myself. This is a fundamental truth. From this all

possible interpretations of truth flow. What is truth?

 

Truth is that which is not limited by space, time or matter. It

exists everywhere, always, in every thing. So it is called pervasive

(Vishnu), immortal (Kaala), and matter (Brahma). Truth is also

called existence (Brahma), consciousness (Shiva), and bliss

(vishnu).

 

 

 

Each aspect of truth implies the other two; so there is only one,

the unity of the three. How is that?

 

 

 

Deny existence. Can anything that does not exist be conscious or

bliss? Deny consciousness. Can anything exist or be blissful? Deny

bliss. Can any consciousness or existence be without pain or

pleasure or peace (all three aspects of bliss)? So each implies the

other two. They are all one.

 

 

 

I love myself. I am the world. Put these two together. I get: I love

the world, the whole of it, because it is a part of me. I love this

world as it is; all its vices, all its virtues.

 

If I see something I don't like, it is like a bad thought in me. I

do not hate it, I love it still, because it is also me. Now I get

the idea: love overcomes hate, it is the answer to hate.

 

I believe in myself. What else is there to believe in, when the

whole world is myself? My belief in myself means that I believe in

the world.

 

 

 

I have a choice. To be morose and depressed. To be happy and joyful.

No matter what happens to me, or to my kith and kin. I choose to be

happy and joyful. No matter what happens.

 

Sometimes things do go wrong. Like sometimes, I get bad thoughts in

me. Let them go wrong. Its alright to let go off things. To happen

the way they want to. This is the formula for peace. To let go of

control. This is sometimes called surrender.

 

Suppose a part of me, say my little finger of my leg is hurting. I

don't take a stone and hurt it more, because it is hurting me. On

the contrary, I take pains to nurture it, to relieve the pain.

Suppose someone hurts me badly. That one is a part of me. It is my

duty to nourish that one, remove the ignorance there. All I have to

do to remove my hurt, my injury is to take away my awareness from

that experience. That gives me an idea; my awareness gives energy to

a thought.

 

 

 

My awareness is like a magnifying glass. It amplifies what I focus

it on. It manifests that, by not lending my awareness. I will not

afford the luxury of allowing negative thoughts. Because they are

nourished by awareness, they grow on it, they manifest it, they

attract everything that increases that particular brand of

negativity.

 

 

 

The answer to violence is love and reconstruction of the lost links

of communication. The answer to violence is never fresh violence. In

this lies the art of survival, in the mundane sense.

 

I will lend my thoughts to harmony. My whole existence is devoted to

that single cause. Harmony allows different notes to play without

interfering with each other. Harmony allows freedom and discipline.

Harmony is an aesthetic combination of liberty and bondage. I love

it. It pleases me. It pleases everyone.

 

 

 

Knowing that poison cannot kill me (the whole world), I choose still

to eat food, not poison. That is my choice. I take what nourishes

me.

 

 

 

I am nourished by love. Love that I can give to other parts of me.

And the love other parts of me give to me. If I can be of any use to

anyone, I will let them use it. If this particular body, mind or

intellect are any use to some `others', what better pleasure is

there for me than offer it in service? Is it not like my hand taking

a soap and washing other parts of my body to help them become fresh?

 

 

 

I love to see beauty all around me. I love to see people's

happiness. It is my commitment to see every living being happy. I

nourish my love by expressing it, not containing it. The more I give

love, the more I get it. So the more I give. It is my nature to

give, to share my love, peace, happiness with everyone. Not silently

in my mind, but by and through actions.

 

I nourish my negatives, such as fears, lust, anger, greed,

possessiveness, pride, jealousy and hatred by containing them, not

expressing them. I transform them into fearlessness, love, calm,

sharing, letting go, humility, fun and regard respectively by not

lending my awareness or thinking to them.

 

Hope you all enjoyed reading a true upanishad...

yours yogically,

Dattu