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"Transcending the Temporary: Returning to the Timeless Self Within"



Welcome, dear friends 

Consider this: If we pause for a sacred moment and gently peek through the veil of this physical world, we begin to notice something quietly profound—everything here is temporary.
Take a bite of your favorite food. Delight in its aroma, taste, and textures dancing on your tongue. Ah, pure pleasure... but only for a moment. And then—it's gone.
 The satisfaction fades, and soon enough, hunger stirs again. We return to the plate, again and again, seeking that fleeting joy.

We lift weights, sculpt our bodies, and admire our reflection in the mirror. It feels good—strong and empowered. But stop for a while, and the body begins to soften, to return to its natural form. The muscle fades, the definition blurs and the high of progress slips quietly away.

We chase the next toy: the shinier gadget, the bigger house, the flashier car. And for a moment—yes, it thrills us. The ego is fed. But quickly, boredom sets in. The shine dulls. So, off we go again, on the endless treadmill of desire, grasping at the next new thing.

Understand this: Even relationships, once ablaze with passion, eventually cool. The spark of novelty softens into a routine. The fairy tale becomes real life, with all its beautiful imperfections. We learn to live with each other’s shadows. We adapt. We compromise. We carry each other’s baggage.

So what is it that we are honestly longing for?

What is this quiet ache, this whisper in the heart that calls us beyond the temporary?

It is the call for something more profound. Something eternal. Something that does not fade with time or change with form.

And here's the secret: what you seek has never been 'out there." It has always been within, waiting for you.

When you stop chasing the external and turn inward—truly inward—you stumble upon a treasure so rich and radiant that the entire world pales in comparison.

You discover you!

No, not the little "you"—not the one always seeking, desiring, and becoming. No, not that. But the true you. The one who never changes. The silent witness. The eternal presence.
You are consciousness itself—whole, vast, and complete.

You are the stillness beneath the storm, the joy beneath the fleeting thrill, and the peace that holds steady through the dance of gain and loss.

You are not your name, story, body, or thoughts.
You are that which observes all things yet remains untouched.
Unmoved.
Unshaken.
Unconditionally free.

"Perhaps, the moment you stop running toward the world and start resting in yourself."
Perhaps, just perhaps, you will remember what you’ve always known: You are the bliss you’ve been chasing. 
You are the love you’ve been seeking.
 You are the home you’ve been trying to return to.
So breathe.
Be still.
Turn inward.
And remember the truth of who you are—
the original face you wore before time began,
before names, stories, form, and even the idea of "you" was born.

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