A blind man can believe in light; that doesn't mean that he knows light. Believers are like the blind men.

Tabla maestro Zakr Hussain left planet Earth Namaste 🙏

“Before my father was I AM”

When your ego-I is dropped, everything is god. There's nothing that isn't god. The only difficulty in witnessing your godliness is the ego-I. Transform it into a witnessing I. The witnessing too will melt away eventually.

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The UFO sightings that resemble drones are not a psyop. It seems that Pentagon and the US government are in panic mode. When they ate in awe and panic, I am sure that humanity is being guided and guarded by angelic beings. I am not foolish enough to believe that there is no life beyond the physical reality of 3D. Consciousness is multidimensional. We are just opening up our skies beyond our mental boundaries. Welcome angles of light, aka angels of love from above!

Abundance of life is not your material possessions. It is the unwaving and unwinding of the ego when you touch the heart of the scarcity of someone with whatever you can give irrespective of its magnitude. I learned it seeing my housemaid overwhelmed with joy when she received a small gift from me.

A friend of mine who trades crypto for a modest 10% gain could never understand why i hodl Bitcoin. But today, he called me to admire my courage to hodl until it crossed 100k. He asked me if I sold and realized everything in cash. I told him that I miserably chased money like chasing a mirage all my life, and now I have the true money that chases me to make me happy and abundant. Why would I cash out something that makes me happy? He was silent. He still couldn't fathom it!

Berry picking day in a farm in Swellendam

Happy 💯 k Bitcoin

Flames of sunset burning my cold feet

Flipping back and forth from the infinite source of love, Like the waves of an ocean We are the finite beings of infinite love We roll in shapes, sounds and colours Interweaving and interlocking Tearing apart and binding together We are the blessing to ourselves We are the children of life We are the immortal children of love Grace and gratitude never cease to resonate within us From the vantage point of the source We see it all once again We are the spirits in the human form.