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The modes make Krishna seem irrelevant and the world seem irresistible by Chaitanya Charan Das Based on Bhagavad Gita Chapter 07.
Perception, or more specifically false perception, is the basis of illusion. The Bhagavad-gita (07.13) explains that we can’t know Krishna due to the delusion created by the modes. The working of the modes can be analyzed as having two primary effects: make Krishna seem irrelevant and make the world seem irresistible.
The illusion created by the modes doesn’t need to make us outrightly atheistic to keep us in its clutches, though it can do that too. But more frequently the modes operate more subtly – rather than making us think that God is non-existent, they make us think that he isn’t relevant, that he doesn’t matter.
The illusion of God’s irrelevance works hand-in-hand with another illusion: that of the world’s irresistibility. We are by our very nature pleasure-seeking beings. Gita wisdom explains that we are souls, spiritual beings meant to delight eternally in God, Krishna, who is the all-attractive reservoir of all pleasure. The notion that God is irrelevant implies also that he is not the source of our happiness. So we turn towards the default source of happiness, the world with its many promises of pleasure through its multifarious sense objects. Indeed, the more disconnected from God we become, the more worldly sense objects seem irresistible, thereby making us go further and further away from happiness in our very search for happiness.
Only by studying Gita wisdom seriously and purifying ourselves diligently through the practice of bhakti-yoga can we realize that Krishna far from being irrelevant is actually indispensable in our quest for happiness. Nothing can provide meaningful lasting satisfaction if it is not connected with him. The more such realizations inspire us to cement our spiritual connection with Krishna through selfless loving service, the more we find lasting happiness
Promises Made, Promises Kept Conference. Champlain College. Vermont Business Rountable and Center for Financial Literacy. 2017. Photo by Stephen Mease Photography.
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USS Iwo Jima (LHD 7) is currently off the coast of Guyana in support of Continuing Promise 2010 humanitarian civic assistance (HCA) mission. The assigned medical and engineering staff embarked onboard Flagship Iwo Jima will work with partner nation's teams to provide medical, dental, veterinary, engineering assistance to several different nations to improve mutual understanding of current medical issues and technology.
(U.S.Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Christopher B. Stoltz.)
An evening of celebration featuring the Promise of America Awards presented by General Colin Powell and Mrs. Alma Powell. Congrats to our 2016 Honorees: Magic Johnson, Angela Diaz, Brian Cornell and Pat Harrison! Photo Credit: Michael Bennett Kress Photography.
Promises Made, Promises Kept Conference. Champlain College. Vermont Business Rountable and Center for Financial Literacy. 2017. Photo by Stephen Mease Photography.
This was a broken promise by the Federal Government to build a road from Bryson City to Fontana but was never finished.
An evening of celebration featuring the Promise of America Awards presented by General Colin Powell and Mrs. Alma Powell. Congrats to our 2016 Honorees: Magic Johnson, Angela Diaz, Brian Cornell and Pat Harrison! Photo Credit: Michael Bennett Kress Photography.
I once knew a cherrytree that would not come into blossom. People believed it was cursed. Some wicked witch had put a spell on it, they said.
I loved that cherrytree. He felt like magic. Old branches that would keep me safe and cherish my dreams. I looked at him and saw the promise of things that make you happy.
I prayed for him to bloom. "Come into blossom", I cried. He never answered.
They cut it off in the morning. Shared the pieces to keep them warm. Stood next to the fire and talked about how the yard would look empty now.
We got a piece of the trunk. Like heartbeats in our hands. Dad took it, and made two wonderful statues out of it. The Fariada twins.
I guess there are cherrytrees meant to blossom through art...
"Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut" - High Hopes by Dave Gilmour
i had to reshoot my previous setup
the last time my hands didn't get into the frame
maybe i will try to repeat it again since my hands are still too blurry
for now it's ok
Because life is short, and tomorrow isn’t promised, I forgive and ask forgiveness. Becoming older doesn’t necessarily equate to becoming wiser, because how you present to others isn’t necessarily how you’re presented to others, be it their lack of empathy, trust, or control. I recognize that things are not always ad they seem, and not everyone is willing to wear their emotions on their sleeve, yet their rigidity reveals true intent, and perhaps we are, even in our nearest and dearest, a stranger playing a role, wearing a mask, never attaining their goal, the love they crave, because they can’t see past the worst case scenario, that the freedom and love they wish for is what they suppress in others. Instead, seized in the grip of their fear, they isolate and compartmentalize others into into a box, be it abstract, painting you into your a corner, only to find the neglect and isolation has broken you. You are incapacitated by your lack of agency. And you, because you, even when your intuition tells you that your pot is near boiling, you choose to play along, after all, this suffering will surely lead to happiness, though logic tells you otherwise. What’s stopping you? Then one day you wake up. The alarm is screaming for you to move, or die. You’ve atrophied. It’s now time to get your affairs in order. To tell your loved ones how much you love them. To forgive the unforgiven, self included. To attempt what goals are necessary to leave into your next level without regret. Do the things you set aside for another day, because the past is now. Because tomorrow isn’t promised. Because memories and old words are the unreliable narrator, and eyes don’t lie. I’m not here to be remembered. I’m not here to tell you what you want to hear, but to lead you to the truth you deny yourself. What you own is not the light within you, Once you know the truth, of the force that guides you, you may stumble, you may fall, you may be willful and with pride, but your thoughts shall become things beyond the measure of your time spent here in this life. Choose wisely. Will you have spent your time more in service to your pleasure than in service to others? Will you lead those around you into the light or darkness and despair? Read that again. Choose wisely. It’s ok if you were too much for some people. Perhaps it never occurred to you that you when you touched a nerve, you cannot force what they decide to do or how they chose to react or respond. It is not for your shoulder to bear, if spoken in truth. So, ask in earnest for forgiveness, let go and move in the space of your trajectory. What you do with your time left should not be spent in regret, but presence in order to move forward. So, underneath the same moon, you too will forgive and love them all the same, as I love you. This is not a test. I’m working on my bucket list, because tomorrow isn’t promised, and I’ve yet to finish what I began.
11.01.10 ★ Loyola Memorial Park.
★ Visited my aunt and my grandmother at the cemetery and these flowers were for them. (:
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Title ★ Song by Masashi Hamauzu from Final Fantasy XIII.
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