At certain times, salvation is nothing more than a distant echo of the music of yesteryear,some intermittent timbre which remains in the background, almost completely
At certain times, salvation is nothing more than a distant echo of the music of yesteryear,some intermittent timbre which remains in the background, almost completely
If the fear of Man continues to cut its way into his chest, again and again,it’s because he got used to not being around his
On a spiritual, inner level,hell is a loopconfinement in a pattern,the only prism of behavior,the obsessive vanishing point,towards which infinitely rushall intentions, thoughts, words and
Sometimes we have to know how to leave behind people who cannot grow.The resistance they express when facing the need to evolve towards a less
Surrendering to… is always present. This is a constant across dual and non-dual traditions.In this respect, these traditions are not 2. Resorting to God is
The practice of silent sitting allows us to realize the cognitive, psychological dimension of suffering.Cognitive, as a local, physiological process,Psychological, as stagnant energy. The posture
Consider the beginning of the prayer: “Our Father, who art in heaven..” …we have already recalled in other pages of these digital notebooks, the double
There are moments, entire days of our life, sometimes, when thoughts attack with such violence that it seems vain effort to try to extricate oneself
Nous pouvons faire l’expérience d’une étape intermédiaire entre attention concentrée (polarisation de l’attention) et attention diffuse (regard / écoute large).Elle se produit lorsque nous tentons
I am so mad.I am mad at the chaos of my life, the fear that has taken up all the space.I am mad, for everything
It is vital for the practitioner to pass, at one point, to look at prayer and the movements it expresses with an eye of non-duality.Thus,
Every book… every line,Reading books is a training in the ultimate reading, that of the inner book. All these thousands of hours pacing through books
Religion acts like a comfortable duvet, a cozy bed that we find ourselves into one night after the other.This is effective and allows the man
I look at my thoughts and try to calm themAs I hold between my fingers the hanging bamboo sticks and the stone who collides themAnd
The sound from the leaves is the color of the wind,The sound from my thoughts colliding,What is it the color of ? ©FJ June 2024Recueils /