Neha's Notebook

All the pleasant things we experience in life, are provided to us by the same source as all the unpleasant things we experience... By shifting this source to any particular individual, will always cause us suffering. Whenever we hate anyone, we hate not them, but only ourself. Individuals are mediums not the doer. Individuals are appearances, mirrors and fleeting shadows, reflecting to us, parts of us, but the source of light behind all these shadows, is only and only within our heart. So, no matter how great the pain or anger, the answer to it shall be discovered, by going within. ~ Neha's Notebook

Whenever you feel unaccepted, unlovable or unimportant by someone, anyone, for being who you are, as it is, then it is futile to either try to make them accept you or even to keep dwelling in anger at them for not being able to accept you. The best thing you can do herein, is to first accept yourself exactly the way you are right now and secondly, to forgive the one who couldn't accept you, probably because they didn't have the ability to accept that particular attribute in themselves too. They became a medium offering you suffering at first, however, once you learn the lesson, they can be viewed as a medium offering you the freedom from your own mind too! Thank the universe and let them go! Neha's Notebook

Video Transcript Each and every feeling; each and every movement of emotion I experience; whether positive or negative, whether good or bad, whether right or wrong, is a reality for me, because I know that I’m experiencing it. It might not be a reality for the other individuals. The other individuals might not be able to accept it. And they don’t even need to. Only I need to accept who I am and what I feel. So, the first thing is to embrace my feelings. Whatever I feel right now, I totally embrace it as being a reality for me. If a particular feeling has been provided to me by the universe, then, there must be an infinitely significant and universal purpose for this. And so, trusting the process of life, I accept the arrival of this feeling in the guest house of my mind. It can stay here as long as it wants to. It can leave this space whenever it wants to. But until the time it is here, I am willing to be courageous enough to be the space hol...

Life is short.   Appearing like a pocket of experiences stolen from the continuous stream of some godlike material, life is but only a glimpse.   If not just a fleeting glimpse, what is it, after all?   Like a rising wave which falls as soon as it rises, life too begins to end the moment it has begun to begin.   When we look closely into the relevance of life, we will find ourselves feeling fascinated to discover the fact that life is nothing but a journey towards death.   Our birth is nothing but a gateway we enter only to traverse this journey, a journey whose final destination, ultimately, is death.   And so, it is quite appropriate to say that life is short. Tiny as a heartbeat; only as expansive as a breath; and, only as much filled as the space of the sky with temporary clouds.   As we navigate this teeny-weeny journey of life, each one of us tends to develop and cultivate our own strategies, our own set of thoughts ...