Everything begins with you and me


Every moment is an invitation to return to the boundless expanse of creation, to surrender your self into the Greater Self. Each moment carries the potential of awakening, the radical transformation to the core of everything. For every moment is pure vitality, fresh and new. At this moment, a new world begins. Everything is new. We are Adam and Eve. The mother earth is our garden of eden. Nothing has ever happened and the history books are empty. We are on the first page of mankind’s history and everything begins with you and me. The past has been swept away, the wind has carried away all the memories. Now is only the pure vibration of life.

This is the first moment of creation.

We know nothing.

We are nothing.

And within that nothingsness is everything.

Now let us give names to all things: for the first time, hear the song of the birds, feel the wind in the face, admire the grass under your feet, discover the light of the stars, and sense this mysterious presence of something eternal within your soul. Do not call it God. You know nothing about it. You are newborn beings. You are innocent expressions of the infinite light of awareness. Simply rest in this clarity of the absolute, in this space, inthis vastness and openness, beyond all descriptions, beyond all opinions, beyond all ideologies. There is no politics, there is no religion, only you are here in the face of the whole universe.

What will you do with it? You are everything and everything is you. You are the Chosen One of the Infinite.

© The Mystical Wayfarer

You are the Master


What we are trying to do, during all these discussions and talks here, is to see if we cannot radically bring about a transformation of the mind, not accept things as they are, nor revolt against them. Revolt doesn’t answer a thing. You must understand it, go into it, examine it, give your heart and your mind, with everything that you have, to find out a way of living differently. That depends on you, and not on someone else, because in this there is no teacher, no pupil; there is no leader; there is no guru; there is no Master, no Saviour. You yourself are the teacher and the pupil; you are the Master; you are the guru; you are the leader; you are everything. And to understand is to transform what is.

I think that will be enough, won’t it?

~ Jiddu Krishnamurti


The open door into infinity

Life is the greatest spiritual master, and it teaches us something through all events and experiences. If that is the case, what is the meaning of death?  I consider death as the most powerful and radical of all spiritual teachings. Let us laugh at death, let us celebrate death, let us see it as the marriage of time and eternity, the great reunion of the Soul with the Beloved, the open door into immortality. We should not fear it. We should welcome it as the return into our true home, our true original being. What is enlightenment, liberation, awakening, if not the radical acceptance of life? Death is not the opposite of life, it is just the bridge, the doorway into infinity, limitless existance, eternal life, however you want to call it. It is the moment of transition from one expression of life into another expression.

“No weapon can pierce the soul; no fire can burn it; no water can moisten it; nor can any wind wither it….The soul is immutable, all-permeating, ever calm, and immovable — eternally the same. The soul is said to be imponderable, unmanifested, and unchangeable. Therefore, knowing it to be such, thou shouldst not lament” (Bhagavad Gita II:23-25)

Our approach to death shows the spiritual maturity of a person. It defines our whole way of life, the quality of our aliveness and conciousness. There is no way around it: we all will die. Why not look at the lion of death fearlessly? What seems to be a lion is maybe only an illusion. If you really exist, how can something destroy your existence? What if death is not the end, but a messenger of joy, the moment of our greatest reunion?

Take life as it comes and death as it comes. Death is really beautiful; if it were a bad thing, God would not let it happen to us. It is really freedom, an entry into another, higher life. We must utilize this life in order to realize the life beyond this one. Beyond this earth garden is the infinite land wherein we meet those whom we have thought lost. Although we must not seek death, when it comes we should know that it is the final examination for a great reward.
Paramahansa Yogananda

What a glorious thing, when a soul, the wave of God, falls back into the infinite ocean of his original being. Those who really want to celebrate life must also celebrate death, because it is part of the great cycle of being.  It is ok to weep and cry if we see the passing of our loved ones. That’s an expression of love. However, death is not a problem. Death is an invitation to a deeper understanding of life. It is our greatest lesson. That’s wisdom and we need to balance our love with wisdom to rise above the suffering and the limitations of this world of dust. What is the passing of a wave from the perspective of the ocean? Just an illusion. No matter how many waves come and go, the ocean remains. We are the human waves within the eternal ocean of existance and the existence lasts forever. We celebrate the birth, so let us also celebrate death to truly embrace the wholeness of life. What seems to be the end is always the beginning, for existence is without beginning and end. You exist in time, but you belong to eternity.


I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom? Bahá’u’lláh, The Hidden Words

See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. Revelation 3:8

© mark david vinzens


Carl Sagan ~ Look at that dot

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

— Carl Sagan

Music: Ludovico Einaudi with a track titled, very fittingly, “The Earth Prelude”
Initial clip collection: Levi Mills. Ending scene: The intro from “Contact”, the motion picture based on Carl Sagan’s novel by the same name