Shaping the mind

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Your aliveness is going down because you are committing suicide in installments by becoming selective in your involvement. Whatever you do willingly, that is your heaven. Whatever you do unwillingly, that is your hell. What is considered so beautiful can become so horrible; what is a great love affair, becomes rape if it happens to you when you are unwilling. The difference is just willingness and unwillingness. If you take away the willingness, the process of life naturally becomes a suffering.

Whether your mind is a misery or your mind is a miracle simply depends on whether you are allowing life to happen to you absolutely willingly or unwillingly. Is your life a love affair or is life just raping you? That is the question. If you are being raped by life, then the mind is a misery. If your life has become a love affair, then life is blissfulness, and the mind too is blissfulness.

If you look at every life, if you look at how every atom is functioning, you will realize you are stupid. Everything in existence is happening with a phenomenal sense of intelligence. The very soil you walk upon is tremendously intelligent. If you plant a mango seed and a neem seed, the mango produces sweetness, the neem produces bitterness. It is the same soil. Has the land ever become a little confused and made mangos come out of a neem seed? Everything is spot on. Even inanimate things are dead sure of what they are doing. The only confused fool is a human being. In the most sacred book "SHRIMAD BHAGWAT GEETA"- there is a line which says mind can be programmed by constant practice.


When human minds try to create what they want, they will ask for many things. Most of the time, you would be fortunate if your prayers are not answered because if all your prayers were answered, your life would be truly a disaster.


Right now your mind is the boss, you are the slave. The main aspect of meditation is, as you become more meditative, you become the boss, your mind becomes the slave, and that is how it should always be. The mind is a terrible master. He will put you through all kinds of endless suffering. But the mind is a wonderful slave. If you keep your mind in a certain way, you can do anything you want with it.

 

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