To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come to you and clean away dirty energy. Even smile in your liver.
The word PARADISE, by the way, which comes to us from the Persian, means literally "a walled garden."
He went on to explain that the Balinese believe we are each accompanied at birth by four individual brothers, who come into the world with us and protect us throughout our lives. When the child is in the womb, her four siblings are even there with her-- they are represented by the placenta, the amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord and the yellow waxy substance that protects an unborn baby's skin. When the baby is born, the parents collect as much of these extraneous birthing materials as possible, placing them in a coconut shell and burying it by the front door of the family's house. According to the Balinese, this buried coconut is the holy resting place of the four unborn brothers, and that spot is tended to forever, like a shrine.
The child is taught from the earliest consciousness that she has these four brothers with her in teh world wherever she goes, and that they will always look after her. The brothers inhabit the four virtues a person needs in order to be safe and happy in life: intelligence, friendship, strength, and (i love this one) poetry. The brothers can be called upon in any critical situation for rescue and assistance. When you die, your four spirit brothers collect your soul and bring you to heaven.
I feel like I was more confident about sex and romance when I was 16 than I am now. Of course you were. You were young and stupid then. Only the young and stupid are confident about sex and romance. Do you think any of us us know what we're doing? Do you think there's any way humans can love each other with out complication?You should see how it happens in Bali, darling....It's still two human beings who must try to love each other. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, too, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
Let your conscience be your guide.
Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a completel fairy-tale shimmer is this solid truth: a truth which has veritiably built my bones over the last few years:: I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.
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