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TAT TWAM ASI




'Everyone has a place under the sun, a purpose, and a soul (ever-changing energy of life)'
I don't pity the soul, but the life which is ready to be conditioned by the constructed notions of the society.
Soul is freedom, but it is limited by the traditional concepts. Men, they are ready to be the slaves of their past, and tradition which never allows to step new ways.
I talk about the traditions which restrict people to be free- free flow of thought, of reason, etc., which never allow him to tread the untrodden paths of life.
I believe in the total spiritual liberation, which isn't religious, established, cultural. Only spiritual liberation can lead me through the celebration of the soul.
I don’t pity ignorance! I’m ignorant, who is full? i pity habitual thinking bound by the walls of its own fear and freedom and the readiness to be chained in the 'golden cage' of constructed concepts.
I don’t believe in the religious-taught soul. Soul is not religious or cultural. I admit the politics of traditions in the daily life of humankind. I mentioned the category of the traditions against which I talk. Celebration of the soul is not religious, it’s purely spiritual, don’t manipulate it with the close reading of religion. Let religion be religion, let spirituality be the spirituality.
Pity is the feeling of sorrow and compassion caused by the suffering of others. I talk about the pity on people who unnecessarily suffer the suffering of fear. They are caged, but the door is opened. They are no longer able to find the way unto freedom of thought and reason. The cage is their comfort zone, cage of concepts.
I’m talking about the spirituality of material factors which place the hindrances before the attainment of essential spirituality.
I contradict myself! I’m multitude because I contain multitude. I believe in the fragmentation of the soul.
TAT TWAM ASI (you, the individual self, are the universal self)
Om Shanti Om.

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