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Every good thought sent out rebonds with a hundred times its force on the sender himself; so too bo bad thoughts. Let us, therefore, avoid sending out even a single bad thought.

  • January 7, 2014
    I am what I am, a confused confounded entity. At one moment I am a sweet little thing, at another, a terri¬ble monster, because of the variety of gratifications of my physical demands of lusts, mental demands for emotio¬nal satisfactions and because of my perturbed intellect, tossed by its endlessRead More >>
  • January 7, 2014
    A problem in life is a challenge to be faced. The outer problems, created by the arrangement of happenings and the pattern of the available environment are all actually interpreted by the mind, judged by the intellect. Then only responses arise from us towards them. Behind the hands and the legs, weRead More >>
  • January 7, 2014
    Exploiters of religion have been making capital out of repeating the word Sraddha as their safest excuse for all problems spiritual; to clear which devotees may approach these men who pose themselves as guides in religion. Perhaps no other spiritual term has been so far badly handled by the priest-cRead More >>
  • January 7, 2014
    The fundamental cause of all confusions is man's "non-apprehension" of Reality called in Vedanta philosophy as "ignorance" (ajnana v, which also includes all vacillations of the mind, doubts and despairs, dejections and hesitations, fears and weak¬nesses. It is because of man's false attachments wiRead More >>
  • January 7, 2014
    The whole world is frantically searching for a message, a revealing light, a knowledge that will impart a meaning and purpose for life. The Communist and the Capitalist, the developed and the developing, the scientist and the layman, the materialist and the idealist — knowingly or unknowingly, Read More >>
  • January 7, 2014
    As I sit in Tapovan Kuti, my table piled high with Mission work and correspondence, I pause for a moment and listen to the sweet melody of Mother Ganga. Slowly the mind's eye lifts up and I can see her in one glance, as she trickles forth from the eternal snows of Gomukh; runs, curls, gurgles; gusheRead More >>

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