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                   If we are not
                  this bag of bones, blood, and flesh that forms our
                  bodies  if we are not our senses, nor the
                  mind, which is only a bundle of thoughts, ideas,
                  notions  who or what then are we? What we
                  really are cannot be understood or even
                  experienced. It can only be realised. Because it is
                  beyond the mind, no words can describe it. That
                  which we are is timeless, infinite. It can be
                  called awareness, consciousness, space, love,
                  silence, or rather, what is beyond silence. We are
                  One, we are God, we are nothing. Total emptiness
                  and nothingness. No word, no name. A total wonder
                  and a total mystery. 
                   
                  Our troubles arise because we identify ourselves
                  with our body, our senses, and our mind. This
                  creates the separation and the duality that is the
                  cause of suffering. "When there are many, there is
                  falsehood", says Poonjaji. 
                   
                  In Self-enquiry, one looks at the root of this "I".
                  After that we do not need to touch it again. That
                  is freedom, freedom from the mind. Freedom to be
                  who we are, totally unrestrictedly, enjoying
                  forever serene fulfilment, peace, love, joy,
                  happiness and bliss. In this sate one accepts
                  oneself as one is  without notions, concepts
                  and judgements. There is no past and no idea of how
                  things should be in the future. There is just a
                  surrendering to what is, to the reality of the Here
                  and Now. This is knowledge, this is Truth, and this
                  is also very simple. Only our minds want to make us
                  believe it is difficult. 
                   
                  Who convinces us that it is easy? It is the master,
                  a being who is already enlightened. Only a few very
                  rare beings, such as Ramana Maharshi, have
                  spontaneously realised the Self without a living
                  human master. And even those who have realised with
                  a master are rare. That is why it is the most
                  wonderful luck to have a living master like Papaji,
                  a being whose grace can give us the necessary push
                  to jump into the Here and the Now. That grace is
                  what he is offering us from the bottomless depths
                  of his Heart. 
                   
                  Defining Papaji is like talking about the Self:
                  words are lacking, inadequate, inappropriate. How
                  to describe that unconditional love, that infinite
                  wisdom, that kindness, that patience, and
                  sweetness? How to talk about his silence, a silence
                  which communicates so richly? How to speak about
                  the unnameable beauty of the Self that shines
                  through him? 
                   
                  He is now eighty-three years old and probably the
                  happiest man on earth. His happiness is contagious,
                  overwhelming. His sense of humour is spot on,
                  sharp, hilarious. His satsangs are always an
                  occasion to roar with laughter. He never condemns,
                  criticises, or judges. He is egoless, mindless.
                  What comes through him is the clarity of his Heart,
                  which is the Truth. He has that wise ability to see
                  the essence, the Heart, and not the name and form
                  of those who come to him. As a real sage his words
                  and deeds sometimes surprise and puzzle, but the
                  passage of time will inevitably vindicate him and
                  demonstrate the grandeur of his wisdom. He is
                  delightful, mischievous, playful and has incredible
                  fun by just being who he is. His satsangs are
                  touched by beauty, with songs and music that people
                  offer gratefully to him. There are moments of love,
                  moments of truth. In satsang with Papaji we return
                  home, to the now that has always been our true
                  home. 
                   
                   
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