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Anthony de Mello - Cantecul Pasarii bookFull description. Andrea Bocelli-The Prayer 7 pages. The Hindu Prayer Book Prayer is an effort to communicate with God, or to some deity or deities, or another form of spiritual entity, or otherwise, either to offer praise, to make a request, or simply to express o…Full description. As for fasts, and vigils, and prayer, and almsgiving, and every good deed done because of Christ, they are only means of Very simply, it is a manifestation of the hunger for the spiritual spreading around the world.

There is an anguished search, sometimes confused in its direction, for a more liberal outlook. Modem man mired in profound cultural change first wants to know who he is, what imprisons his soul, what stands in the way of spiritual progress. He wants to rediscover the God beyond all that has been identified through the years with the name of God: laws, norms, doctrines not made flesh, words stranded from life.

Tony was then a Jesuit student, but engaged in teaching the young men who had just finished their noviciate. Much has happened to all of us since then; and Tony himself went through innumerable stages of growth and change, of fresh competence and new interests, and of effective service.

But he was always an incomparable story-teller. Hardly any of his anecdotes were original, and some were not even exceptionally smart; but on his lips they came alive with meaning and relevance, or just plain fun.

For that matter, any theme he touched came alive and captured attention. And now his parting gift to us, which will surely join the ranks of his other best-sellers, is The Prayer of the Frog. Though he spoke rather casually of his literary output, he was meticulous in editing his compositions. The last thing he did in India before taking the plane for the United States was to spend more than three hours with the publisher, going over the details of his manuscript.

I have not seen the text, but I know of his final concern. That was in the evening of May 30th, On June 2nd he was found dead on the floor of his room in New York, having succumbed to a massive heart attack. The things that mattered so much in the past do not seem to matter any more. Things like those of Achaan Chah the Buddhist teacher, seem to absorb my whole interest and I am losing my taste for other things.

Is this an illusion? I do not know. But never before in my life have I felt so happy, so free. And now there is already a body of literature that is growing around him. Quite a few have said they never met him but were profoundly affected by his books. Others had enjoyed the privilege of a deep relationship. Yet others only briefly experienced the magic of his spoken word. Not many would go along with everything that he said or did, especially after he crossed the established boundaries of spiritual venture-nor did Tony expect a docile following, but rather the contrary.

And this gave to his multifaceted personality an integrity, a wholeness, that had a charm and a power all its own: it reconciled opposites, not in tension but as a harmonious blend. He was most ready to make friends, to share; yet one felt there was a dimension in him that was out of reach.

He could be boisterous in company, trotting out outrageous jokes, but no one could doubt his steadfast seriousness of purpose. He changed so much and in so many ways along the years, and nevertheless there were constants in his character that stayed firmly in place. A striking example of this was his commitment as a Jesuit. He had moved far beyond the enthusiastic promotion of the Spiritual Exercises according to the original design of Saint Ignatius-which was the thrust for which he first came to be internationally appreciated; in fact, at the end he was way out of what might be recognized as Ignatian spirituality.

But he never surrendered his Jesuit identity. There was obviously no compulsion in this; probably not much reasoning either.

It was just that he felt so much in tune with the mind and heart of Ignatius, as he knew and understood the Saint. If I were asked to choose for myself and for our Society today from among the many charismas that Ignatius had. Divarkar S. Vyasa, the author of the Mahabharata. So you have been warned1 If you are foolhardy enough to court enlightenment, this is what I suggest you do: A Carry a story around in your mind so you can dwell on it in leisure moments.

That will give it a chance to work on your subconscious and reveal its hidden meaning. You will then be surprised to see how it comes to you quite unexpectedly just when you need it to light up an event or situation and faring you insight and inner healing.

That is when you will realize that, in exposing yourself to these stories, you were auditing a Course in Enlightenment for which no guru is needed other than yourself! B Since each of these stories is a revelation of Truth arid since Truth, when spelt with o capital T.

The way one would read a Medico! If you succumb to the temptation of seeking insight into others, the stories will do you damage. One day his wife told him how unfairly he was treating her-and discovered that her husband had no interest whatsoever in that kind of Truth!

Ours would be a different world, indeed, if those of us, who are scholars and ideologues, whether religious or secular, had the same passion for self-knowledge that we display for our theories and dogmas. They belong to the spiritual heritage-and popular humour-of the human race All that the author has done is string them together with a specific aim in mind. His task has been that of the weaver and the dyer He takes no credit at ail for the cotton and the thread.

Every living creature held its voice so as to create a silence that would be favourable to prayer. And as Bruno attended to the sound, their voices ceased to jar for he discovered that, if he stopped resisting them, they actually enriched the silence of the night.

This was going to be a rare event so they spent a lot of time preparing the questions they were going to put to the holy man. When he finally arrived and they met with him in the town hall, he could sense the tension in the atmosphere as all prepared to listen to the answers he had for them.

He said nothing at first; he just gazed into their eyes, and hummed a haunting melody. Soon everyone began to hum. He started to sing and they sang along with him.

He swayed and danced in solemn, measured steps. The congregation followed suit. Soon they became so involved in the dance, so absorbed in its movements that they were lost to everything else on earth; so every person in that crowd was made whole, was healed from the inner fragmentation that keeps us from the Truth. It was nearly an hour before the dance slowed down to a halt. With the tension drained out of their inner being everyone sat in the silent peace that pervaded the room. When the self dies all problems die with it.

Where the self is not. Love is. God is. Tonight I should like you to see one. At the outskirts of the city he lay down by the road, exhausted from his journey. He had barely fallen asleep when he brusquely awakened by an irate pilgrim. What sort of Muslim are you? He took his tools to the snow-clad northern regions and initiated a tribe into the art-and the advantages-of making fire. The people became so absorbed in this novelty that it did not occur to them to thank the inventor who one day quietly slipped away.

Being one of those rare human beings endowed with greatness, he had no desire to be remembered or revered; all he sought was the satisfaction of knowing that someone had benefited from his discovery. The next tribe he went to was just as eager to learn as the first.

To allay any suspicion of the crime, they had a portrait of the Great Inventor enthroned upon the main altar of the temple; and a liturgy designed so that his name would be revered and his memory kept alive. The greatest care was taken that not a single rubric of the liturgy was altered or omitted.

The tools for making ire were enshrined within a casket and were said to bring healing to all who laid their hands on them with faith. The High Priest himself undertook the task of compiling a Life of the Inventor. This became the Holy book in which his loving kindness was offered as an example for all to emulate, his glorious deeds were eulogized, his superhuman nature made an article of faith. The priests saw to it that the Book was handed down to future generations, while they authoritatively interpreted the meaning of his words and the significance of his holy life and death.

And they ruthlessly punished with death or excommunication anyone who deviated from their doctrine. Caught up as they were in these religious tasks, the people completely forgot the art of making fire. Now what more should I do? He stretched out his hand to heaven and his fingers became fire ten lamps of fire.

My customers are poor men who have only one pair of shoes. I pick up their shoes late in the evening and work on them most of the night; at dawn there is still work to be done if the men are to have their shoes ready before they go to work.

Now my question is: What should I do about my morning prayer? The wheel of his cart had come off right in the middle of the woods and it distressed him that this day should pass without his having said his prayers. I came away from home this morning without my prayer book and my memory is such that I cannot recite a single prayer without it. Now all too often there is the danger that penitents will use this as a sort of guarantee, a certificate that will protect them from divine retribution, thereby placing more trust in the absolution of the priest than in the mercy of God.

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