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"Paint Your Own Vision in Bold Strokes, then Send-it to the Universe!

  Hey, old friend… Stop painting your life with borrowed brushes. The colors were passed down to you by family, friends, and the media. They were never truly yours. Second-hand hues, passed down and ingrained. A palette not of your choosing. But here’s the truth, old friend: You don’t have to keep them. You came here to craft your own masterpiece. Your own design. Your unmistakable imprint on this spinning world. So I ask you… What do you truly want? Not what they told you to want. Not the shiny promises you’ve been conditioned to chase. But what ignites your passion from within? What sings in your bones and sparks fire in your soul? Hold that vision. See it. Feel it. Own it—feel it as if it were already yours. Stamp your vision boldly on the canvas of your life. Seal it with gratitude—just like a signed letter—using a return address so the universe knows precisely where to deliver it. Paint consciously.  Paint deliberately.  Paint it with pure and sacred intention. Visit...
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When Darkness Comes Knocking...Turn the Light On!

Take heed, old friend. When your soul feels heavy, When dark clouds gather—within and without— When joy slips quietly into sadness, And gloom stretches its long, aching shadow. When you find yourself adrift in despair, Unsure of the way back to yourself. Pause, breathe, and consider this. These are not merely moods. They are thresholds. Sacred crossings. Moments of vulnerability that become invitations— Openings through which buried wounds rise and  Old pain flickers. Unseen patterns unravel. And yes,  at such moments, Even darker energies may circle and enter in— Not because you are weak, But because of your light, Just for a moment, it has dimmed. Like a flickering flame draws the winter chill, A weary soul becomes a beacon— Calling forth the demons of doubt, despair, distortion, and self-hate. But here’s the secret, old friend: The darkness is not your enemy. It is the test. The veil. The absence of love. The forgetting of light. And yet—even in its shadow— It teaches. It p...

10-Minute Meditation: Relax, Let Go, and Awaken to Presence!

Welcome, dear friend… This moment is yours. A sacred pause… A chance to breathe… to soften… to simply be. Find a quiet space where the world can wait. Settle into comfort, cross-legged on a cushion or seated with ease in a chair. Let your spine rise effortlessly… like a noble mountain. Chin slightly lowered, crown of the head floating gently upward… Feel the back of your neck lengthen—graceful, poised, at peace. Now, bring awareness to your dominant hand. Make a gentle fist. Squeeze… tighter… hold for a slow count of six… And now—release. Let go. Feel a warm wave rising from within… A melting ease… unfolding softly. Let this sensation expand, like golden sunlight through your body-mind.  Soothing, caressing, touching every hidden corner. Let us begin with the breath. Inhale gently through the nose… to the count of four… Hold for four… Exhale slowly through the mouth… to the count of six… And again… Inhaling… 2… 3… 4… Holding… 2… 3… 4… Exhaling… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Let this rhythm carry ...

"This Spinning Rock Was Your Test—Now Comes the Awakening"

  Here you stand, old traveler—planted, yet at home, upon this spinning rock called Earth.  You've been shrouded in a fog of forgetfulness, with your true identity and mission obscured. This feels like a betrayal and cuts deep...indeed!  Let Your Fury Be the Torch Don’t stifle that fire. The anger coursing through your veins is sacred fuel. It shatters the trance of our daily routine—a living dream in which we drift, eyes closed, unawakened. As spiritual guides agree, channeling anger intentionally is a powerful catalyst for growth if you allow it to ignite rather than consume you. Reclaim the Pure Self Before the amnesia, you were whole—an unfiltered spark of cosmic essence. This is your true power. Let your rising anger be the campfire that warms and recalls the forgotten you—not merely memory—but transformation.  As Eckhart Tolle teaches, there’s a place "between the thinker and the thought" where real reunion happens.   Embrace the Soul Contract Maybe—just m...

Can You Really Trust Your Thoughts?”

Welcome, friends… Let me ask you something quietly profound: Can you really trust your thoughts? They swirl. They sing. They shout, whisper, warn, and seduce. But are they truly yours? Or echoes—of parents, friends, teachers, strangers, or screens? We follow them like maps. As if they know the way. But thoughts shift like sand in the wind. They rise, fall, and vanish. Are they light—or just mirrors? Reflecting borrowed beliefs, Are they worn like hand-me-downs? Pause...Breathe... Who told you the sky is blue? Was it your eyes… or someone else’s voice? And if even the sky was a story… What else have you accepted without question? You once looked at the world with wonder. Before names. Before roles. Before, thought told you who to be. Now ask again: Can you trust what flickers with fear? Bends to opinion? Disappears in silence? No... That’s not truth. That’s not you. For beneath it all— There is stillness. A watcher A presence. Unmoving. Unchanging. Real. That… is you. So be still. And r...

“Lines Dissolve, Light Remains: The Path of Ascension”

Welcome, traveler on the lower path. Imagine, for a moment, a vast cosmic highway stretching through the stars—a winding road we all navigate in this world of form, time, and contrast.  Here, in this third-dimensional realm, the road is marked with signs, white lines, and flashing lights. These are not meant to limit you but to guide your movement—like a dance of harmony between beings in motion. On this Earthly highway, we are taught to stay between the lines. To stop at red lights. To yield when necessary. These rules—call them guidelines—are not punishments but gentle tools for coexistence.  They keep the great flow of life from descending into chaos. They allow billions of travelers to move forward without crashing into one another’s paths. And beyond the road? There are deeper codes—not written on signs or spoken in courts—but etched into the very fabric of the universe.  These are Nature’s Laws. Universal truths. Immutable, invisible, and impartial. They do not judg...

This Isn’t Practice or Dress Rehearsal—This Is Life"

Welcome, friend. Are we just sleepwalking through life? Same routines… same rules… The same tired “shoulds” and worn-out “shouldn’ts.” But what if this moment— Right now—was your last breath today? Where’s the spark? Where’s the wonder? Where’s the joy of simply being alive? It’s not out there. It’s here— In your breath, your steps, In the stillness between thoughts... In the silence that holds it all. To truly live, we must wake up, and stay awake. Not chained by doubt… Not pulled under by fear or worry. But rooted in presence. Alive in whatever we’re doing. Let your awareness be the flame. Let every moment become your meditation. Not someday… But now. Because this isn’t practice. It’s not a dress rehearsal. This… is life. Visit  nycfitliving.com  to begin your journey toward a deeper understanding and to cultivate genuine happiness and well-being through fitness, mindfulness, and stress management.