October 30, 2009
VIDEO: Maharaji's Lineage

Whether you are a student of Maharaji's or not, I think you'll find this 10-minute video quite interesting. It's all about his lineage and how he is continuing with his Master's vision of letting everyone on planet Earth know that true inner peace exists and is available. Now.

Thanks to Jule Kowarsky for forwarding the link.

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October 27, 2009
Where I Live

Sometimes, in a sudden fit of curiosity, or need to fill an unexpected pause in conversation, well-meaning people ask me where I live. I used to tell them, depending on my mood and how much I thought they really wanted to know, any of the following:

Two hours north of Manhattan, Ulster County, or the oh so famous Woodstock, New York.

Now, many years after receiving Knowledge, and having relocated to my breath, I simply say: the State of Gratitude.

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October 24, 2009
TPRF & America's Giving Challenge

America's Giving Challenge has launched a very cool contest on Facebook -- one that gives TPRF an opportunity to win $50,000 (if it receives the most donations of $10 or more by 11/6).

The contest is simple: Each day the Cause that gets the most donations of $10 or more wins $1,000. At the end of the contest, $50,000 is awarded to the Cause that has received the most donations, with smaller awards for 2nd through 7th place.

Each person is encouraged to make multiple contributions toward the challenge, but only one contribution per day is allowed. (Please note that a "day" in this contest starts at 12 noon PST and ends at 12 noon PST the following day).

If you are already a Facebook member, you can go to the TPRF Food For People Cause. But you do not need to be a member of Facebook to make a donation. You can go straight to the Cause and make a contribution of $10 or more.

To find out more, don't miss the new Food For People story on the TPRF website.

58 second video on how it works
Video about Food for People

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Life Is Made of Moments

Life is made of moments. Enjoy each one of them!

On enjoying the moment

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October 22, 2009
This Kid Has Not Yet Memorized His Social Security Number, Nor Does He Have Any Problems. Ahhh! Freshly Falling Snow!

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This Man Has Practiced!

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October 20, 2009
Click, Connect, and Collaborate!

Here's something I find odd: Soulful, loving, conscious people often find it difficult collaborating with others.

The challenge of being on a team, somehow, pushes buttons. Patience wears thin. Judgment abounds. Trust goes out the window.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

If you're looking for a way to raise the bar for teamwork, all you need to do is click here or scroll down the page and click on TEAMWORK CARDS (in the sidebar).

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October 17, 2009
Clean Machine

With this blog posting, I am pleased to announce a totally new, high tech, environmentally friendly, productivity-enhancing service.

Based on the surprising results of a survey I conducted with 3,500 people, an astounding 87% of all laptop owners never clean their screen.

I've been working overtime to bring this new product to market and now, I am thrilled to say, it is done -- a unique, low carbon footprint, screen-cleaning service. No sprays. No static-free cloth. No muss. No fuss. And absolutely FREE to all the the faithful readers of this blog. Enjoy!

Clean your screen

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October 15, 2009
Will Smith Speaks

I've always enjoyed Will Smith's movies, but I never really got how tuned in and inspiring he is outside of his roles. Check this out.

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Be Happy! Savor the Moment!

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October 14, 2009
Some Might Call It Dancing

Some might call it dancing.

I call it stumbling closer to God, the unrehearsed falling forward into love as if the world was tipped.

Operatic in my cells, lunatic for life, I am taken to the place where dancing is infinitely less about movement than being moved -- for when the world is tipped and we, drunk to our eyes in love's ballet, are willing, there is nothing not dance, no one not dancer, no place not stage, no breath not a standing ovation before God.

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October 10, 2009
Selma Speaks

My mother, Sylvia, was a Jewish mother. She played canasta. She ate bagels. She got her hair done once a week. And, knock on wood and spit three times, she thought I could do no wrong.

That is, until 1972, when I received Knowledge from that "boy Guru," Maharaji.

Bottom line, my mother had no way to relate to the whole thing. First of all, Maharaji wasn't Jewish. Second of all, he was from India. And third of all, see reasons #1 and #2.

Of course, my over-the-top proclamations about Knowledge and Maharaji's perfection didn't help matters in the least. Nor did my sudden habit of lighting incense in my parent's home.

It wasn't enough that my girlfriend wasn't Jewish (a shiksa!) -- now I had an Indian Guru.

As they say in the old country, "Oy Vey."

All of which led my mother, one fine Spring day, to forbid me -- for all time -- from ever speaking about Maharaji in her home.

"No problem, ma," I replied, affecting my best suburban yogi's attempt at being non-attached. "Mum's the word."

Five years passed.

Life was good. I was practicing Knowledge. I was happy. And my adolescent need to convince my parents of anything had vanished.

Then I got word that Maharaji was coming to Miami for a weekend event, one I absolutely wanted to attend. This, I figured, my parents didn't really need to know, so I simply told them I was flying in to visit them that Sunday. I didn't want to push their buttons.

As usual, when the golden boy, Jewish prodigal son returns home, his parents invite their friends to celebrate the return. All the regulars were there: Blanche, Shirley, Ellie, Irv, Bert, Seymour, Solly, and some new friends of my parents I hadn't yet met.

Just having seen Maharaji, I was feeling especially alive and in the moment.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and let myself in, surveying the room and enjoying that sweet moment of arrival before the slightly deflating reality of visiting one's parents truly sinks in.

An elderly Jewish woman in the back of the room stood up and smiled at me -- someone I'd never met before.

"Oy gevalt, Mitchell," she said. "Wasn't Maharaji beautiful? I could have plotzed!" (I later found out this woman, Selma, had received Knowledge three years earlier).

I looked at my mother. My mother looked at me.

"Hey, Mom," I said, shrugging. "She's your friend. I didn't say a thing."

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October 07, 2009
Just This Crazy Laughter

Now that you have shown me who I am with my own eyes, what do you want me to do? Sing your praises? No can do, I'm mute. Write love songs? Ha! My hands are shaking and so is the ground.

Oh my Friend, an ocean of feeling I have become, a fool, a lunatic walking on moonlight -- singing, singing.

This is not at all what I imagined when first we met.

Even if my story could be told, no one would believe me. I have no proof, not a single shred of evidence, just this crazy laughter and the kind of late night sighing that comes when there is nothing left to say.

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October 04, 2009
SWISH!

You may think you know what's going to happen next... but your thoughts are only... well... your thoughts. When you're in the ZONE, something else takes over. If you have any doubt, check out this three minute video about an autistic boy on the basketball court.

Go for it! Get on the court! Give it your best shot!

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