If everything in life is predestined, where is the scope to use our intelligence? Whoever told you that everything is destined? Nothing is destined. It is just that unconsciously you have made yourself into a certain possibility.

You create certain tendencies within you with your unconsciousness, and according to the tendencies you keep moving in that direction. The destiny you are talking about is something you created unconsciously; you can also create it consciously.

The moment you utter the word spirituality, whether you realise it or not, what you are actually saying is: ‘I want to take my destiny into my hands‘. It doesn’t matter what my karma says. The moment you say, ‘I want to walk a spiritual path’, or ‘I want to move towards liberation’, you are saying, ‘I want to take my destiny into my hands’.

If you know where you want to go, you better take destiny into your hands; otherwise, you will exist here as an accidental being.
There is a limited sense of destiny working, there is no ultimate destiny. In a limited sense, the accumulations that you have within you form a certain attitude and tendency within themselves and it starts moving in that direction. It is not because somebody is guiding it in that direction. Simply because your tendencies are such, you are going that way.

Now, the river that is born on top of the mountain, at one place it’s a brook, at another place it’s a waterfall, in yet another place it is just a meandering river. Somewhere else, it has become a wide estuary to join the ocean. Then it becomes the ocean. Is this the river’s destiny? No, this is the water’s tendency. To constantly move from one place to another depending upon the levels that are there. If the oceans were placed high, the rivers wouldn’t go to the ocean.

Strip yourself of all fancy stories and come to terms with life. The river is not longing to go to the ocean, although your poet said
so. Water just finds its own level and keeps going, that’s all. If you dam it, the river is not sitting there and crying, ‘I want to go to
the ocean.’ It’s poetry; let’s enjoy poetry, but reality is different.

Like they say in Zen: When you’re an ignorant person, rivers are just rivers, trees are just trees, mountains are just mountains and clouds are just clouds. Once you become a seeker, rivers are no more just rivers, trees are not just trees, mountains are not just mountains, clouds are not just clouds; everything takes on a different dimension.

But if you reach out, if you become enlightened, once again rivers are rivers, trees are trees, mountains are mountains and clouds are clouds. Then what’s the point?

If you are ignorant, it is the same way, if you are enlightened it is the same way. Yes, an enlightened person is just as good as an utter fool, but in a completely different world. An enlightened person is not in any way special the way you know special, because your idea of special is adding parts to yourself. Isn’t it?

Your idea of special is that you start identifying yourself with many things and become special. In that sense he is not special, he is more ordinary than the ordinary but it is a full circle. It’s a different dimension of existence altogether.

Today I received the daily quote from Dr. Pillai:

Animals can process infrasonic waves; they are more developed. During the Tsunami, the animals heard the wave coming and left the area. In medicine, we use infrasonic waves, but yogis use them at a different level. Through that intelligence they acquired omnipotence, omniscience and omnipresence.
~ Dr. Pillai

It reminded me of Nadi Astrology that was founded upon the ability of the Ancient Seers of India to operate on higher levels of consciousness and could see the past, present and future of all souls on the earth plane.

I’ll write more on this most interesting topic later.  Not much is known but I’ve been able to collect enough information to give you a little insight into this Divine Spiritual Science.

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“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

~John Keats

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