Completing this series of Robert’s sayings in Transcript §85:
“There never was a time when you were not, and there will never be a time when you disappear. There is no birth for you, there’s no prevailing of your body, there’s no disappearance. There is only eternal life . . . Ponder this.”
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“The mind cannot destroy the mind, pondering cannot destroy the mind, thinking cannot destroy the mind. The only way to destroy the mind is to inquire, ‘To whom is there a mind?’ . . . Ponder this.”
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“You are already free and liberated, and there’s really nothing you have to do. Just be your Self . . . Ponder this.”
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“To be your Self means that you’re nothing else. To be your Self means that you’re not the body, nor the mind, nor the world, nor its things. To be the Self means that you are the imperishable Self, which is all pervading.
“Water cannot drown it, fire cannot burn it. You are that Self that has always existed. Some people call the Self ‘God’, some people call the Self ‘Brahman’, some people call the Self ‘choiceless effortless pure awareness’. It makes no difference what you call the Self. Just to know you are That, will free you immediately . . . Ponder this.”
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“There is really no one who can do anything for you. I cannot really do anything for you, because I am really in your Self. There’s no difference between my Self and your Self. There’s one Self. Therefore, when you look at me, you see your Self. What do you see? . . . Ponder this.”
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“Ponder the one who has been pondering all this time.”
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“Ask yourself, ‘Who am I? Why is it so hard to become the pure unblemished Self? For whom is it hard?’
“Ask yourself, ‘Why do I think I’m human, and have to go through experiences?’
“Ask yourself . . . Ponder this.”
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“That’s enough pondering.”
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Outstanding illustrations cum Robert`s inspirational quotes brighten the spirit , and enlighten !
Bridget – no sooner I post it, you reply! Lovely to have this connection XX How he sets us free from places we get stuck in.
Thank you Jane!
I had to go back and absorb them from the first post. What a breath of fresh air! Timely always. So easy to get lost in the busyness of life.
Exactly what I needed.
Dan
That’s great, Dan, and how very good to hear from you again. I too have been absorbing them from the first post. When are you flying out?
A beautiful portrait Jane! Thanks you for sharing Robert with us in both his words and your art.
“Ask yourself, ‘Who am I? Why is it so hard to become the pure unblemished Self? For whom is it hard?’
Ha ha, because we already are. The more we try, the further away we think we are, but even then, we still are.
Blessings!
Debra
Yes Debra – isn’t it strange that it is so simple and all encompassing and yet we get shut into such a pickle in life. Keep it open. Blessings to you also.
Reminds me of another Robert…Robert Hunter, lyricist for the Grateful Dead :
Here’s one….
“Attics of My Life”
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me
I have spent my life
Seeking all that’s still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love’s own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You
flew
to me
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me
Thanks for all the Good Work you do on these blogs, Jane.
In L.V.X.
Don
This is wonderful to mull over, Don. I too am a fan of the Grateful Dead, but I didn’t know this one! Warm greetings in L.V.X.