He who knows, tells it not;
He who tells, knows it not.
May all men come to know that there exists a definite, scientific technique of self-realization
for the overcoming of all human misery.
Oh Samsara, Samsara…
Nature walks, even in the city, heal.
The astral world is free from unwilling death, disease, and old age. These three dreads are the curse of the earth, where man has allowed his consciousness to identify himself almost wholly with a frail physical body requiring constant aid from air, food, and sleep In order to exist at all.
Just but a shadow
I needed to see this right now.
