This Self who gives rise to all works, all desires, all odours, all tastes, who pervades the universe, who is beyond words, who is joy abiding, who is ever present in my heart, is Brahmn indeed. To him I shall attain when my ego dies.
Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realise there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Christmas, here again. Let us raise a loving cup: Peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
