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S.J. ~ Meditating Messihah

S.J. woke up early today. While waiting for the Sun to rise, she looked into her heart. Is it like yesterday inside there? Is she restless? depressed? sad? Is there any black out? No. The light was peeping in through all the little holes she had made by "enlightening thoughts". The thoughts and ideas of Great Masters who lived or still living on this earth. Messihas eh? A smile appeared at the corner of her lips, she said to herself, " The great teachers of our world, are they any different from us? Like, eight legs and twelve hands? Or with super powers which can create many universes? Were they always like how they appear now? ... "

 S.J. knew the answers to all her questions, she said, " No. They are no different than us. It is just that, they listened the voice of their hearts more often and more clearly than us. That they were also broken and hurt and lived in the middle of chaos, disturbed mind and perturbed soul but they never wavered from their faith and beliefs ."

" There is no world outside your mind. The world you live in, is inside there. And when you change the World Inside : the World Outside is itself changed. Your true guide can no one be but yourself. Like, the great masters, who found the Truth and a Way of Living, fought with Inner Darkness and became a teacher of themselves, you can also do it, you have to do it, because there is no other way to reach to the Light. You have to be your own Guide, your own Messihah."

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