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Meditation- altering our quality of being

Meditation- altering our quality of being

“Contrary to popular belief, meditation does not involve distancing oneself from life or retreating into contemplation in the classical sense. It is a common mistake to reduce it to a tool for calming the nerves, lowering blood pressure, or balancing emotions. Its function is not limited to alleviating anxiety; its scope is more significant: it alters the very structure of our relationship with time, the body, action, and experiences. It does not oppose what we do, although it does destabilize the way we usually identify with our activity. This difference, almost imperceptible on the surface, profoundly alters the architecture of experience.
The most common mistake is to conceive of meditation as a retreat, an escape, or a flight. It is often imagined as the practice of someone who shuns the hustle and bustle of the world to find refuge on a solitary inner island. But this image—seductive in its simplicity—is conceptually inaccurate. It is not about leaving the world behind or seeking a protected margin. Meditating is not about escaping the flow of life, but about sustaining oneself in it from a different axis, looking at it from a different perspective. Through silent attention, a way of inhabiting opens up that is not defined by domination and constant intervention, but by attentive availability, without appropriation.
That point—more than a place, it is a quality of being—is not conquered through intense and powerful will, but through the dissolution of that very will as a mechanism of affirmation. It is not a matter of adding effort, determination, or tenacity, but of ceasing the compulsion to intervene. What is then revealed is not another reality, but this one, without the distortion produced by the intervention of the supposedly separate self. Continuing to live, continuing to act, continuing to speak, continuing to move: all of that remains. Making breakfast, listening to a friend, fulfilling a duty, reading, talking, walking, dancing, and laughing. The transformation does not occur in the content of experiences, but in the relationship established with them. There is no split between the internal and the external, but rather a redistribution of subjective weight, a shift in the center of gravity. Meditation, then, is not about suppressing action, but about dissolving the need to be its source. It is a quantum leap from the position of the “doer” to that of “observation,” but without abandoning the doing. This reversal does not eliminate commitment, but radically changes its quality. Attention is no longer subordinate to a result. One no longer acts to assert oneself or to justify one’s own existence. Events are no longer situated under the gaze, but everything happens from and in the observation itself without being carried away by events. This being redefines the very notion of freedom. It is not a renunciation of the world, but rather an avoidance of confusion with its turbulence. The image of the center of the cyclone, present in many traditions, does not refer to an inaccessible region, but to a way of remaining, of inhabiting reality. Everything moves: decisions, bonds, projects, even the body itself. However, something within oneself—a clarity that does not seek control—remains. It is not distance or detachment. It is an open, receptive disposition, without anxiety to intervene. At this point, attention does not seek to appropriate or claim rights over what is observed. It does not analyze, retain, define, classify, or label. It only observes, and in that observation, everything is rearranged. This form of presence does not reinforce the supposed “autonomous self”; rather, it makes it porous. It does not eliminate it, but it ceases to centralize it. Activity continues to flow, though it no longer comes from a desire for affirmation. Responding to a gesture, closing a door, writing a sentence, smiling, singing, or dancing: each act is freed from the obsession with meaning. And in that liberation, it becomes more precise, more exact, more artistic, even more beautiful. Not because it is technically flawless, but because it is stripped of pretension. The essential thing is that this action requires no justification. It appears, is carried out, and vanishes.
This disposition, however, runs the risk of being misinterpreted as indifference or nihilism. Nothing could be further from the truth. There is no passivity in this gaze, no emotional withdrawal. It is a different way of getting involved. A non-possessive, non-demanding involvement. One does not float above the world; one walks in it, but without carrying it on one’s shoulders. And although this presence does not cling to anything, neither does it dissolve. It is a firmness without harshness, a root that is not anchored in the earth, but in availability itself.
There is no single technique or methodology that guarantees this shift. No method can force it. Nor is there any doctrine, theology, or philosophy that monopolizes it. What is required is an attention that does not appropriate what is observed. An attention without purpose, without calculation, without goals, without interests, without the need for results. The paradox is that when the desire to achieve something ceases, the essential begins to manifest itself. Not because it has been provoked, but because it was always there, veiled by the anxiety of achievement and success. This silent attention does not produce a new state, but allows a form of freedom to emerge that does not depend on any condition. Not because the external has changed, but because the compulsion to adjust everything to the egoic phenomenon has been suspended.
This freedom does not seek validation. It does not require approval, success, triumph, supremacy, or victory. Its sign is gratuitousness. Its strength is non-necessity. As if, finally, one could walk in the mud without getting confused with it. Or, better yet, as if it no longer mattered to get dirty, because none of that touches what one truly is.”
Prabhuji
Breaking free from the spell of waiting

Breaking free from the spell of waiting

“By waiting so long, you haven’t realized that you’ve let life pass you by. Not because of inertia, or lack of desire or enthusiasm, but because of a hope that stubbornly revolved around what was not yet. In the name of something more promising, more beautiful, more delicious, more elevated, more complete, more perfect, you ignored the only thing that never repeats itself: this moment. You wanted to become, forgetting that you already were. While you projected yourself toward an ideal version of yourself, life went on. It didn’t stop. It just stopped including you.
Frustration, then, is no accident. It is the predictable consequence of misplaced hope. You expected from the world, from others, from the future. But what could be given was already being given. Not beyond, but here. Not outside, but inside. It was not the world that denied you its promise; it was you who looked away.
Breaking this cycle cannot be achieved by accumulating willpower. It requires something else: a form of renunciation that is not resignation, but lucidity. It is not about repressing desire, or judging or condemning it, but about observing how it works. The desire that postpones life is often the one that prevents us from recognizing it. Wanting life to be different can be the most effective way of never seeing it as our own. What you are looking for is not further ahead, higher up, lower down, or at a distance. It is right where you least expect it: in what already is. But as long as you insist that something is missing, that there is a lack, you will lose even what is within your reach. Awakening is not about getting to another place or reaching another destination. It is about breaking free from the spell of waiting. It is about remembering, without embellishment, that you are already here and that what is essential is already with you, within you, as what you truly are. Nothing you have obtained belongs to you; everything you have accumulated, achieved, and attained will sooner or later be taken away. You came here with nothing, and you will leave with nothing. But while you are here, a decision must be made: will you continue to chase images of yourself, or will you stop and embrace who you already are?
Neither success will shape your being, nor will power guarantee any permanence. Even religion and spirituality, if they become a means of climbing or merit, can lead you even further astray. Fulfilment is not a trophy or a medal. It reveals itself, effortlessly, when the search ceases. Being is enough. Being—just that, without adjectives—is the only miracle. Life does not need to be attained or achieved. It is not postponed; it is simply waiting for you to stop. Because only those who truly stop begin to see. And those who stop projecting themselves forward discover, perhaps for the first time, that the sky also opens up inward, toward the interior. Do not fall into the opposite temptation now. Do not idealize despair. Do not confuse it with lucidity. It is merely the flip side of hope. Both feed off each other, sustain each other, demand each other. Two different ways of denying life as it is: without guarantees, without the need to become something else.
Breaking that pendulum movement does not mean giving up, but opening up. The middle ground is not mediocrity. It is the exact place where tension stops and transforms. There, in the silent center that neither pushes nor pulls back, something different emerges. It is not sought. It is not imposed. It sustains without showing off. They called it transcendence. But it is not a theory. It is a way of being.
Being without urgency. Without escape. Without postponement. That—and only that—is freedom. And if you are still waiting for something to motivate you, perhaps it is time to let go of that demand as well. There is nothing to wait for. And precisely because of that, everything can begin.
This life won’t be yours tomorrow. It won’t be yours when everything falls into place, when everything settles down. It is yours now. This moment will never be repeated. And if you’re not there to receive it, no one will live it for you.
So breathe, stop, let go. The essential has already happened: you are alive. And that is enough.”
Prabhuji
Being yourself

Being yourself

“Don’t be afraid to be different, not on a whim, but out of loyalty to what makes you who you are. What disorients us is not the complexity of the world, but the attempt to adapt to models that do not belong to us. Alienation begins when we sacrifice our uniqueness for approval. As Kierkegaard warned, ‘the greatest despair is not wanting to be oneself.’
Be different because no one who has transformed history was a copy or an imitation. From Socrates to Simone Weil, those who thought against the grain did not seek acceptance: they sought truth, authenticity.
In the Gospel according to Mark, it is said:
καὶ τί γὰρ ὠφελεῖ ἄνθρωπον κερδῆσαι τὸν κόσμον ὅλον καὶ ζημιωθῆναι τὴν ψυχὴν αὐτοῦ;
What good is it for a man to gain the whole world if he loses his soul?
(Mk 8:36)
Being yourself requires courage, bravery, and an adventurous spirit. The desire to fit in can silence the inner voice that calls us to live authentically.
Be different because truth does not lie in consensus. As Nietzsche pointed out, “the individual has always fought not to be absorbed by the tribe.”
Difference is not a luxury: it is a spiritual necessity. Fitting in can provide security; being authentic offers meaning.
Do not fear criticism or external judgment. Those who adapt out of fear end up betraying their essence. Those who remain true to themselves, even in solitude, live with integrity.
Don’t be afraid to be different, because what lasts is not appearance, but the truth that each person is capable of sustaining.”
Prabhuji
Being love

Being love

“Love is not one, nor does it have a single form. There are loves that bind and loves that liberate. There are loves that ask and loves that give. At its lowest levels, love is a desire for possession, an impulse disguised as affection, a power struggle covered with soft words. That is why many people consider love to be suffering.
But love can also be different when it is not directed at someone. When it does not seek control or reward, when it is no longer a relationship but a presence, it becomes a quality of being. You do not love, you are love. Then there is no dependence, no demands, no requirements, only silent abundance. That love does not hurt, does not harm, does not exhaust, does not complain. It radiates, like the perfume of a flower that does not know whom it reaches. Like the sun that rises for everyone.
The love that comes from meditation is not reduced to feeling or emotion. It is clarity. It is communion without fear. Only a heart at peace can love without hurting. Only a mind without division can offer love without conflict. And when that love appears, it ceases to be a bridge to another… it becomes a revelation of the eternal in you.”
Prabhuji

“I remember that gray afternoon in Haifa in 1996. The sky was overcast. The sunset was effortlessly making its way across the sky. I sat down, as I did every day, to meditate, without intention, without expectation, without any goal. There was no purpose behind the gesture, no hidden desire to achieve anything. I was just there, sitting, without needing to understand why. The silence was no different from other days. But this time something changed without changing. It was not caused by practice or sought with effort; it was natural. Nothing extraordinary happened. The body remained still. The world around me remained the same. Yet everything seemed more open, cleaner, as if things were weightless, without history, without a name.
It was not a revelation or a breakthrough. It was more like the fading of separation. The evaporation of all fractures or divisions. There was no longer a clear difference between the observer and the observed. No idea, image, or understanding arose. Just a formless sensation, a presence without origin, which seemed to have always been there. It did not come from anywhere. It was neither internal nor external. It simply was.
From that moment on, everything remained the same. And, at the same time, nothing was ever the same again.
What had previously seemed separate—the sky, the body, thought, the world—was no longer so. It was not a new unity, nor a total vision. It was rather the absence of all division. Things, people, and everything were as they always had been, but without the distance that named them.
I didn’t find anything new. I didn’t get or gain anything. I didn’t achieve anything. I just accessed what had always been there, without having been hidden. There was no longer a path to the real: the real, the true, the authentic was not elsewhere.
I learned to be without taking up space. To be without defining myself. To live in the moment without needing to capture it. The place no longer had a center. The self no longer had limits. Time did not disappear, but it no longer divided. Although the mind did not shut down, its weight was lightened.
It was not an achievement. It was not a prize or a success. It was the moment when every attempt, every effort was exhausted. When there was nothing left to hope for, when even silence had dissolved, only that remained: formless, wordless, undefined, without need for confirmation. Since then, everything happens there. Not in me, not because of me, not for me. Only in that which is neither born nor dies.
There is no path, technique, or method that leads to it. There is no key that unlocks it. There is no map that names it. All that remains is to sit, look, do nothing, observe. Don’t push, don’t resist. Don’t look for meaning. Just let life, when we don’t measure it, show itself as it is.
Nothing is missing. Nothing is superfluous. There is no destination, because there was never any distance. What we are is not at the end: it is always, permanently, even before the journey begins.
Prabhuji