Om is that God of love. Like a loving mother Om cleans us of our clutters collected through many incarnations.
The gods are fond of the cryptic and dislike the evident.
I am Not, but the Universe is my Self.
This Self is never born, nor does It die. It did not spring from anything, nor did anything spring from It. This Ancient One is unborn, eternal, everlasting. It is not slain even though the body is sl...
Never during its pilgrimage is the human spirit completely adrift and alone. From start to finish its nucleus is the Atman, the god-within... underlying its whirlpool of transient feelings, emotions,...