mystic [Theme]

You won't understand how evil...

For a real mystic, all roads are ahead when he faces an abyss.

Will magic and mysticism strive for various interpretations?

When we all massaged Him, we noticed that He seemed to have moved into a completely different world. He entered a special state. He lay with his head on his hand. This is called vishnu mudra. We silently continued to massage His body. After a few seconds He exclaimed, "Ekoham Bahuswami!" - I was alone in the Universe, but I created myself in many!

Sitting in his room, he controlled the movements of his devotees throughout the world. Sitting in his room, Baba called his devotees to him at any moment from anywhere in the world, and sitting in his room, he sent his workers even to the most remote corners of the planet. Of course, Baba was God Himself. In his formless state, he is the core of the entire universe, but in physical form, he needed a permanent home. This abode was not a specific country or state, not a city, and not even an address in a city. It wasn't even a house at a specific address, but just one room in whatever house he lived in. The simplicity of Baba's lifestyle was simply breathtaking.

The single, formless and beginningless infinite Parama Brahma (higher Consciousness) is the only essence that every living being should strive to acquire. He and no one else is the Jagat Guru (supreme teacher) and it is He who, through the name and physical form of Anandamurtiji, has made brahmavidya (intuitive science) available to us. It is necessary to make all beings realize His greatness.

Good text always shows through other text!,

The ghost town's face is smashed, and the bandages that are tied ribbons for memory are all flying around!

I thought that from the very beginning of the alterations I had the feeling that I was the hero of an adventure novel. Either a solid detective story around, then mysticism, then science fiction ... In fact, this happens to every person and always, only genres are usually not so exciting. Usually we are the heroes of snotty melodramas, where there are neither beautiful princesses nor brave knights; boring production novels in which no one needs your labor feat; buffoonery, where in the role of a buffoon - you and no one else.

There is no scarier place than the one where goodness used to be, and then leaked out - be it an abandoned church, or a desecrated cemetery, and even more so a saving monastery.

Mysticism is the religion of amateurs.

Shadows surrounded me, tall, pointed-headed, with crossed arms. There was no one around. Scream, run - you won't be saved. Zaru taught: if you don't know what to do, pretend to be dead. I fell on my back and closed my eyes. My heart was beating so that the earth trembled and the trees swayed.

- So that not everyone would come to heaven, but only a worthy one - the one who turned his life into a battlefield with evil spirits and defeated them.

There are stories to be told and listened to at night.