Contemplation by a morning in Shimmogha...

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Manifesting the Atma... Conditioning narrows the window of reality.. it puts the whole in a tiny box and believes it has contained the Whole.

Any & every ambition is a blot on the attention... Pure attention has only one purpose - to be the vehicle of the Divine/ unconscious.The residue of blots in the attention builds the body of conditionings.

The misidentifications are a manifestation of such conditionings;

Such conditionings don't let the spirit to manifest unbound, thereby the cup that beholds the potential to manifest the whole becomes a limited expression of the infinite. 

And the grand plan limits itself to a life series of up few trivial events with an exhausted attention lost in the pursuits of goal that's not meant to be the soul's vocation.

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