The age of the soul pertains to the multitude of human life forms, or reincarnations, a person has had. You see, Narada, each one of us has a soul that’s invested with the consciousness, memories, impressions, and thoughts of all its physical existences. Each time you die you merely give up the physical aspect of the soul, its shell. But since the soul contains the consciousness from all its life forms nothing is lost when it gives up the physical body. On the contrary, it gains additional understanding by going through that process. The dying process is the final chapter of the book with your name on it, and every chapter, every page, indeed every letter of every word, increases the soul’s level of awareness. Therefore, when the physical body loses the vital life force to sustain it any longer, nothing is really lost because the greater part of ourselves—the soul’s consciousness—remains. Consequently the act of suicide does not necessarily provide a viable solution, or way out, Continue reading Age of the Soul
Repetition of a mantra is a way to facilitate anchoring or focusing the mind. Normally our minds are crowded with so many thoughts of all kinds that we’re not able to attain any real peace or stillness. By reminding ourselves to come back to the mantra each time the mind wanders, eventually it becomes more focused. After a time the reminders become less, as does the random firing of thoughts and impressions. One goes into a state of deep calm, expansive awareness, and restful alertness. [Page 43]
Obviously there was no coincidence about my having come to this place. I had arrived at a crossroads in my life. Not that things weren’t working out for me. On the contrary I had a job that was good and indicative of a promising career. I had a nice place to live, wonderful friends, and a supportive family. Moreover, I had the implicit support of basic social values. In other words, everyone encouraged me in the life I was living. They had my whole future planned out for me, including how I should design my career path, my social direction, my living situation, the organizations I should join, and the networks I should develop. I saw my life advertised on the radio, the television, in magazines, and on billboards. Yet something in me was deeply disturbed by all this. Something felt missing, and none of the support or signs that Continue reading Crossroads . . .