“How to Still the Mind Instantly: The Ancient Yogic Art of Tratak”

Ah… dear seeker.

Gather close. Tonight, I will share a secret so ancient, it has traveled through centuries on whispers—a way to still the restless tide of the mind without force, without struggle."

"The mind is like a wild stallion… untamed, elusive. It runs to the past, leaps into the future… yet never stands in the now.

Try to grab it, and it slips away like a shadow."

"But here lies the great paradox… the mind cannot be conquered by force. It must be led—gently—into stillness. And the hidden doorway… is through the eyes.

And...
Before you step through, be sure your eyes are healthy and free from strain.
Remove any contacts or glasses, and give them the freedom to rest in their natural state."
"Consider this: in the ancient yogic art of Tratak, your gaze rests upon a single point—a candle flame, a tiny dot, or the silver face of the moon. You do not blink. You do not shift.

You simply hold a soft, relaxed gaze. And as the eyes grow still… the river of thought begins to slow."

For when the eyes move, thoughts move—but when they are motionless, thoughts lose their current, fade into quiet… and in that silence, you slip beyond past and future… into the pure presence of simply being."

"In this stillness, you reclaim your throne… You are not the servant of the mind—you are the boundless awareness it cannot touch."

"Be still… and remember
who you truly are."

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