FAITH IS BASED ON DEEP TRUST­­

FAITH IS BASED ON DEEP TRUST­­

If we ignore the Soul, we will never be able to impress ourselves

My Dad often sends me these personal messages and words of advice. This is an insightful reminder I received from Him earlier today. I thought that a lot of people I meet and some of my young and close friends in particular might benefit from such sage, noble and humbling advice. 

           ' If we ignore the Soul, focus only on materialistic goals and build our lives on the foundation of this “transactional faith”, we will never be able to impress ourselves or the world for long. We can never ever enjoy permanent peace, happiness or contentment. God is impressed with us only when we live with a constant awareness of the true purpose of our lives. There is an enlightening story that illustrates this.  Once, a billionaire who had spent most of his life accomplishing worldly goals, died and his soul stood before God, God looked at him and asked, “My dear child, you have been away for many years.  How have you spent your life? What have you done to impress Me?  The billionaire proudly said, “God, I impressed thousands of people and became very famous.” God asked, “Where is your fame now?” The rich man replied,”Sorry God, I lived it and left it behind.” God asked, “What happened to your property and wealth?”.  The billionaire said, “Now that you ask me, I could n’t bring them either.  My once handsome body is also burnt to ashes.” God smiled and said, “The only thing that you can bring back here is the love engraved on your Soul. I sent you to Earth with a huge treasury of love. What did you do to bring out this love? How many tears did you wipe and how many hearts did you heal? How many people did you share your wealth with? The billionaire sadly said, “I was so busy with my own work that I had very little time for anything else.  Now I have nothing to offer you.”

    If we spend all our time in fulfilling our own personal needs and ambitions, we forget the very purpose of life.  Our Soul remains like a blank CD with no impressions on it.  What is impressed on the Soul is what we express outside.  The deeper the impression, the more Divine is the expression.  As we meditate every day, we create an impression  of Selfless Love on our Soul and waves of joy and contentment flow from us to envelop us as well as the world.  A sense of faith and belief based on a deep trust in our Self is ignited in us.  Then we will never waste time trying to impress anybody.  We will simply shower them with Unconditional Love and the way we look at life will change drastically.

  

The source of Love is an endless fountain waiting to be discovered and resurrected deep within our Souls and we can only begin to help others realize a lot of  the happiness, bliss and joy that springs from this Loving Spirit if we start and devotedly stay grounded to the Truth that is within.  '

 

Love & Regards.

 

 

P.S ~ I Can Never Thank & Love My Dad Enough ! I am barely beginning to look like I have a fraction of His Courage, Kindness, Generosity, Morals, Tolerance, Wisdom, Bravery, Faith, Discipline, Patience, Intuition and Tireless Strength. Taking on the semblance of Your Strong Impressions, Your Character and Guidance has been both my necessity and good fortune in this day, place and age.....I am still exploring and engaging my talents and blessings but I have had to learn and accept that Truth and Purpose, Kindness, Love, and Wisdom they all well and truly surpass anything and everything else that this World and Life has to offer.

WORDS CAN'T TELL ABOUT SOME PEOPLE. I CAN'T HELP BUT CELEBRATE FATHER'S DAY SEVERAL TIMES A YEAR ;)

 

Love & Regards,
Jai Krishna Ponnappan :)

Respect is What We Owe and Love, What We Give

When Erin First Rose

God made a wonderful mother,A mother who never grows old;He made her smile of the sunshine,And He moulded her heart of pure gold;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,In her cheeks the fair roses you see;God made a wonderful mother,And He gave that dear mother to me.

When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood,

God bless'd the green island, He saw it was good.

The Emerald of Europe, it sparkled, it shone,

In the ring of this world the most precious stone!

In her sun, in her soil, in her station, thrice blest,

With back turn'd to Britain, her face to the West,

Erin stands proudly insular, on her steep shore,

And strikes her high harp to the ocean's deep roar.

But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep,

The dark chain of silence is cast o'er the deep;

At the thought of the past, tears gush from her eyes,

And the pulse of the heart makes her white bosom rise.

"O, sons of green Erin! lament o'er the time

When religion was--war, and our country--a crime;

When man, in God's image, inverted his plan,

And moulded their God in the image of man.

"When the int'rest of state wrought the general woe;

The stranger--a friend, and the native--a foe;

While the mother rejoic'd o'er her children distress'd,

And clasp'd the invader more close to her breast.

"When with pale for the body, and pale for the soul,

Church and state join'd in compact to conquer the whole;

And while Shannon ran red with Milesian blood,

Ey'd each other askance, and pronounc'd it was good!

"By the groans that ascend from your forefathers' grave,

For their country thus left to the brute and the slave,

Drive the Demon of Bigotry home to his den,

And where Britain made brutes, now let Erin make men!

"Let my sons, like the leaves of their shamrock, unite,

A partition of sects from one footstalk of right;

Give each his full share of this earth, and yon sky,

Nor fatten the slave, where the serpent would die!

"Alas, for poor Erin! that some still are seen,

Who would dye the grass red, in their hatred to green!

Yet, oh! when you're up, and they down, let them live,

Then, yield them that mercy which they did not give.

"Arm of Erin! prove strong, but be gentle as brave,

And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save;

Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile

The cause, or the men, of the Emerald Isle.

"The cause it is good, and the men they are true;

And the green shall outlive both the orange and blue;

And the daughters of Erin in her triumph shall share,

With their full-swelling chest, and their fair-flowing hair.

"Their bosoms heave high for the worthy and brave,

But no coward shall rest on that soft swelling wave;

Men of Erin! awake, and make haste to be blest!

Rise, arch of the ocean! rise, queen of the West!

Cliu - The Conception of Honor

"Am fear a thug buaidh air fhein, thug e buaidh air namhaid."
~ He who conquers the self, conquers a foe and makes a friend.

"It is the cultivation of this art that unfetters the body, strengthens it and makes it upright; it is it that gives a becoming deportment and an easy carriage, activity and agility, grace and dignity;- it is it that opportunely awes petulance, softens and polishes savageness and rudeness, and animates a proper confidence; it is it which in teaching us to conquer ourselves, that we may be able to conquer others, imprints respect, and gives true valour, good nature and politeness; in fine, which makes a man fit for society:"