Affirm: I cannot ask the darkness to leave. I must turn on the Light.

You and the Father are one,

that’s what Jesus came to teach you. 

That Presence, 

that Hereness,

that Nowness,

that’s hearing me–

It’s Him.

You’re Him. 

Turn on the Light. 

I Love you,

nik 

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“You cannot ask the darkness to leave. You must turn on the light.” – S. Rinpoche 

“We are never without grace. We can never be abandoned, it is always there. God can never abandon living beings. From just one candle, you can light a million candles without putting strain on the first candle. From one awakened being, you can set light into a million souls, so powerful is the light. If you go into a room full of light, but outside is darkness, and you open the curtain, that darkness won’t come in. But if you go into a room which is dark and you open up a little tiny bit of a curtain, it will fill the whole room with light. Such is the power of the light. We are this light and we must discover this…” – Mooji

“Swami Muktananda, in his guru kripa sad-hana, used to meditate intensely on his guru, Nityananda. He would visualize bringing him into his own body until he himself became Nitvananda. So intoxicated did he become in his devotion to his guru that there were times when he didn’t know if he was Muktananda or Nityananda. A sense of that feeling of devotion comes from the first-century Odes of Solomon:

My heart was split, and a flower appeared; and grace sprang up; and it bore fruit for my God.

You split me, tore my heart open,

filled me with love.

You poured your spirit into me;

I knew you as I know myself.

My eyes are radiant with your spirit; my nostrils fill with your fragrance.

My ears delight in your music,

and my face is covered with your dew.

Blessed are the men and women

who are planted on your earth, in your garden,

who grow as your trees and flowers grow, who transform their darkness to light.

Their roots plunge into darkness;

their faces turn toward the light.

There is infinite space in your garden; all men, all women are welcome here;

all they need do is enter.” – Polishing the Mirror, Ram Dass