Wednesday, 19 March 2008

No Easy Immortality

Book Review

No Easy Immortality by J. H Reyner

This book is a breakthrough in the understanding of
life. Amid the turmoil of events many people have
an innate conviction that existence has a purpose
beyond the pursuit of material success. This indeed
is indicated in both legend and religion but the
practical man or woman finds the idea remote and i
nterprets it as implying that life is merely a preparation
for some future state of enlightenment.

The author who is a scientist of repute, challenges
this view, maintainig=ng that it is based on an
illusion of the senses. There is clear evidence that
the body is only a temporary habitation for a
spiritual soulwhich continues to exis after death,
yet the question remains, "Why is our sojourn on
earth necessary at all?". NO EASY IMMORTALITY
explains that earthly life is infact a seach for a suitable
material to nourish the soul. This 'psychological' material is

not available free of charge but has to be paid for by a

special kind of effort involving, not the negation of life, but
rather a conscious partucipation in its events.




Pursuing this idea it becomes clear that enlightenment
is not restricted to a future state but is attainable -
indeed only attainable - here and now. If the soul is to
fulfil its destiny it has to learn how to utilise to the
full all available experiences. Until this has been done
it cannot claim any true immortality.

In clear simple language the author conveys a wealth
of inspiring ideas which, because they challenge our
habitual interpretation of life, require careful thought
and attention, but this is the price which the Universe
for the surrender of its own secret.

J. H Reyner

Thursday, 6 March 2008

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Wednesday, 5 March 2008

Whispers of The Soul

I Am Who I Am

The material world is too heavy.
I sometimes feel so heavy.
I think I can not, go on.

Whispers of the Soul

The pain is unbearable.
Why do we sojourn
through this world so decay-able.

Whispers of the Soul

The , the ,
seemingly likely natural occurences.
Are these by no means not the work
of a ?

Whispers of the Soul

Just as our mind weaves it's own ?
, joys and woes. I AM!

How do I detach my self from time notions
I feel stronger everyday that everything JUST IS.
My soul wails. Why worry it hissed?
Like the wailing of the frenzied seventh sea.

Whispers of the Soul

You created non of these material things
you control, bend, and take from;

The oceans and seas, earth and greens,
skies and birds, The sun and it's sister the moon.
Everything about nature works so perfectly
by decay, renewal and regeneration.

I am one of natures design, I must be going through
the same process; end result? .

I Am Who I Am ! . . . God's Love!

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Saturday, 1 March 2008

The Birth Of A Dream (1)

Just sat in front of the system wondering
where to start from, What kind of report I am
expected to give on the tour.

Well I am following my instinct!

Hmm . . . where do I start from? . . .

How do I say thank you for all the wonders
shown to me by God?

As I decided that I shall go no further
looking for Him, my business going beautiful
but my inner man in shambles because I needed
certain questions answered.

Nobody understood me. No where to turn to.
My heart yearns. Oh how it yearns for
understanding, knowledge wisdom. I get
glimpses sometimes but I needed to put
it in one "whole" picture. ..."but how?"

Who, what where is God? How do I become one
with God? It was the birth of an idea that
if I am a part of God then I must be a mini
god.

After that, it was a whole new experience of
correlating my souls yearning to the teachings.

A whole new world.
A new fantastic point of view.
No one to tell me no, where to stop ,
or say that I am only dreaming.

A place where dreams come to life.
And so was the birth of one of my dreams