Life in its essence is pure.
Humanity in its pain bleeds fear.
You journey back through the blood to purity. You cannot be but pure, you cannot be but
pure light, you cannot be but pure vitality and life. That is your immortality, and that is the
stuff that bore you into this world. You
call it God, you call it creator, you call it universal mind. Call it what you want, but do not ever think
that that kindness that loved you into existence does not feel your pain. Do not be so arrogant. You can't hide behind your humanity
anymore. And as far as your past is concerned,
do not even mention it to me.
Being human, my beloved friends, is no excuse anymore. The human condition, the devil made me do
it—nonsense. Your lack of self-love
brought you to a place whose dark door opened and you fell victim to the grand
illusion that offered you the world and gave you instead pain. God offers you nothing, nothing, because God
has already given you everything, every single thing. Is that too much of a burden to bear?
Babaji
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