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louisupdates · 2 years ago

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Louis Tomlinson, FITFWT23: IRVING TX [6.7.2023] 📸 anymariephoto

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sixtydaychips · 3 months ago

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godsnameisjoy · 2 years ago

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INNER SILENCE

Date: 6 July 2023

1 Duration: 28 minutes at 10:34 AM

2 Duration: 56 minutes at 10:29 PM

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I can still hear sounds in my head when I meditate. It wasn’t a passing phase. During last night’s meditation, I heard a sound only once and it resembled the flow of a gushing liquid. That’s so different from all the sharp, loud, muted, bass type percussion sounds that I have been hearing.

There is a note I have to make here. My grandfather was a sound recordist in the Hindi film industry back in the 1950s - ‘60s. My uncles took income worthy interest in the work after my grandfather. I have had a handful of discussions with my uncles over many years that are technical in nature.

Among the things I have heard my older uncle tell me is that a sound recording room can never be sound proofed to such an extent that the person in the room can’t hear anything. It can lead to madness. In a recording room that is sound proofed well, an indoor miniature fountain is installed and kept running. The fountain is the sanity keeper.

Interesting, isn’t it? I have been thinking about it. If meditation induced Peace does create a deep and seamless type of silence within one’s head, then to activate sound related brain cells in the head is a healthy way forward for the meditator. If inner silences led to insanity, then who on earth would take up meditation?

Blessed life energies seem to be following a precise order of spiritual experiences to be granted to the advancing spiritual seeker. That’s probably why every God realised saint who has made him/herself known to the world, has spoken words that will find a listener in the very last person on this planet. No matter how outlandishly esoteric a teaching be but if the teacher is God-realised, then the teaching will be taken up by the human heart.

I found an article about the quietest room in the world and it isn’t comforting. Here:

#meditation #paramhansa yogananda #god #hong sau #intuition #inner peace #kundalini #dharana #6.7.2023

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nataliesnews · 2 years ago

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A visit to three palestinian villages 6.7.2023

Yesterday was so hot and I was so tired both mentally and physically that after having visited a sick friend I did what I have never done before but took a taxi home. I try to write about what we have seen but my words are so dry. Israelis should be brought in and forced to see what the settlers, guarded by the army, have done. I go to sleep tired and I wake up tired. It reminds me of the way I felt during the Yom Kippur war and the aftermath.

I also ask how it it that only four settlers have been arrested. People were nearly burnt alive. And yet at Ben Gurion nearly 50 demonstrators were arrested though the demonstration was not violent. Yes people missed their flights and others coming back experienced great difficulty but no one was harmed physically. Here a grandmother hid her children in the bathroom. Omar who was shot dead had already managed to get a grandmother and three of the children out of a burning house. He went back to help someone who had been injured and was shot dead.

What can I say to you? So often I write with anger, with shame, with a feeling of hopelessness. But how can I write of hopelessness when the Palestinians stand alone and not even their own in other Moslem countries try to protect them. At one time I went aside because I found that I could not stop crying. Especially those of you who support the settlers, you must know that the terrorists were supported by the army and the police who did nothing to stop the attacks. In some cases they helped. And I look at the pictures from Jenin and see the Palestinians fleeing the city with nothing but the clothes they have on them and I am reminded of ourselves, the Jews, in 1939.

A delegation of about 30 Tag Meir activists today visited three villages that suffered violent attacks from dozens of Jewish thugs and terrorists. We started the day in the village of Turmus Aya where we met the head of the council in the city hall building and from there we continued to the streets where the Jewish terrorists rioted. This is a rich village as many of the people of the village live and work in America and come back regularly to their village where they also build their homes.

We were greeted by burnt cars, which were only a hint of the difficult sights to come: three houses that were set on fire, two of them on their occupants. In the one the grandmother, after having been physically attacked by settlers, hid her two grandchildren in the bathroom. She managed afterwards to get away with them but the house was burnt down. We did not have time to see the over 20 others which had been burned. In one of the houses, a bride and her attendants were excitedly preparing for their wedding. Everything was burned. Outside the houses there was burnt furniture, inside the houses there was broken glass and a heavy smell of smoke. I spoke to one man who lives now in Ohio and he said ......and notice this....that in 1948 the Arabs fled but now they really have nothing to lose and are here to stay. This we hear time and again even from shepherds and farmers.

In more than one case, the settlers broke windows of houses which they could not get into and threw in Molotov cocktails. I said to Gadi we have become like Nazis.

The settlers came in protected by army jeeps which threw gas bombs at the Palestinians. There were between 200 to 300 settlers. We were not only told these stories but shown videos which prove everything we told.

When I saw the burnt trees at the side of the road I was reminded of a poem by Totius which I learned as a child. This poem was written in Afrikaans during the Boer War. Yes afterward the Afrikaner also oppressed the native population of South Africa but the Afrikaner never forgot the British occupation. Which just shows that also we learned nothing from what was done to us.

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We continued to the village of Luban a-Sharqiya, where also Jews rioted and damaged property. We talked in the council building with the villagers, it was a charged conversation in which they expressed their frustration with the disturbances. We visited other villages and in one a man arrived and wanted to tell us what he thought of our condolence visit. I understood some of the Arabic and was very angry as I felt that the Palestinian who translated for us did not translate but tried to cover it up. I thought it important that we should have heard everything this man had to say. We are always greeted with such politeness and I have often found myself wondering just what the Palestinians really feel under all that politeness. We often say to them that we thank them for agreeing to meet with us. The man said amongst other things that he appreciated our coming but all these years they have been under attack and where were we then which is true. In fact I felt that Gadi should have told him to translate word for word what the man was saying.

This is part of what people managed to save. Some of the houses are so badly damaged that they cannot be rebuilt.

We finished the day in Kfar Orif. There the mosque has already been burnt down once and the settlers had tried to put the school on fire. We, the people of the book, wish to stop others from studying. They come in the early hours of the morning to attack. The imam also told us about the rioters who entered the mosque with a dog and tore up parts of the Koran and their holy writings.- which they keep. They bury the holy pages as we do from what we understood.

At the gates of the mosque, children and boys gathered who looked at us with suspicious and frightened eyes. At first they didn't want to talk to us at all. For them Jews are the ones who come with guns and shoot at them or desecrate the mosque, little by little curiosity overcame suspicion, they accepted candy and toys from us, took pictures of us with smartphones, smiled and even said goodbye: Goodbye they called towards us.

I have been trying to write about this for two days now. I phoned the one man we spoke to who lives in Ohio and he said that the previous night the army had come in at about 2.30 again and woken the people and as we were speaking that they were again entering the city.

The little thorn tree by Totius There is a thorn tree stood level by the road, where long ox teams go with heavy loads. And one day an oxcart passed, which with its heavy wheels drive across the tree. "You have oh little thorn tree scratched me the other day; and therefore have my wheels your little crown trampled.” The bullock cart disappears again behind a hilltop, and slowly bends the little tree to bring his trunk up again. His beauty was marred; his bark was torn; in one place was the little Stem so almost halfway through. But still that little tree did recovered slowly, because over his wounds drip the ointment of own gum. Also has the course of years erased the wounds - only one place remains a sign which is indelible. The wounds heal again as years come and go, but there the mark gets bigger and keeps growing. (Totius)

This poem was written in Afrikaans during the Boer War. Yes afterward the Afrikaner also oppressed the native population of South Africa but I can tell you that it left a scar on them which was never forgotten. As a child I spoke in Afrikaans at a school meeting about the concentration camps where many Afrikaner women and children died. Man does not learn.

This is such a dry report and I have tried for days to write it. But nothing can describe walking through these villages and seeing a pogrom and knowing that no one is there to protect any Palestinian. As I said Israelis should be forced to visit it adn to see what is done in their name....I don't want to write what that sentence makes me think of. Who understands will understand. There are still things that my pen will not allow me to write.

#A visit to three palestinian villages 6.7.2023

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kurosamehaiki · 11 months ago

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