39. Saddarshanam- Are we there yet ?

39. Are we there yet ?

Are we there yet ?

Not yet

Are we there yet ?

Not yet

Are we there yet ?

Not yet

Are we there yet?

Let us live the life

And look at the self

Won't you look within

And ask who am I ?

What do you see?

Body

Does the body feel bound?

Will the body want to diet?

No. Will eat happily if you feed

Won't you look within

And ask who am I ?

What do you see?

Senses

Can the senses function independently?

No, Senses depend on the mind

Won't you look within

And ask who am I ?

What do you see?

Mind

Is the mind sentient ?

No, mind is inert

Can the mind shine by itself?

No.

It shines like the moon

With the borrowed light

Won't you look within

And ask who am I ?

What do you see?

Ahankarā

Is the Ahankara Satya or Mithya?

hmmmm

It is a mixture of both

What is it made of ?

It is a combination of two

Subjective and objective components

Where is this bondage located?

It is in the subjective component

Where is the ignorance located?

It is in the nature of the asker

Where is the doership located?

It is in the unreal part of Ahankarā

Where is the 'done in' ship located?

It is in the dependent nature of Ahankarā

Do you understand what has happened?

When reality is not known

The unreal becomes real

The real becomes unreal.

Are we there yet ?

Yes

When you have the darshan of Sat

You know that

Atma is ever free

Where is the worry of bondage ?

Where is the worry of freedom ?

Everything is 'As Though'

Atma is ever free

Class 41 (later part)

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