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half scorched, in the middle of the night, and kicked him."
"The horse?" cries Scrumpy. "Half scorched?"
"Yup," explains Homer. "When the barn burnt down and all the hay went up in smoke, the horse got scorched."
"Really?" cries Scrumpy. "The barn burnt down?"
"Yup," replies Homer. "I guess a few sparks must have jumped from the house to start it. I got out of the house just in time."
"Really?" cries Scrumpy. "The house was on fire? How did you get out?"
"Well," explains Homer, "your wife kicked me out of bed and woke me up!"
"Really?" shouts Scrumpy. "You were in bed with my wife?"
"Yup! We were drinking your homemade whiskey."
"Really?" shouts Scrumpy. "You were drinking my whiskey and in my bed with my wife? Where is she now?"
"Well," explains Homer, "she got crisped in the fire, but don't worry! I saved the whiskey!"
"Thank God!" cries Scrumpy. "Did anything else happen?"
"Nope," explains Homer, "it was a pretty quiet weekend!"
Nivedano...
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Nivedano...
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Be silent...
Close your eyes...
Feel your body to be completely frozen.
This is the right moment to look inwards, with your total consciousness, with your total life energy, and with an urgency as if this is your last moment on the earth.
Go deeper and deeper, penetrating every layer.
As you go deeper, you will find deep silence descending on you.
Deeper... a great peace that passeth understanding.
Still more, deeper... and flowers start showering on you with a fragrance you have never known.
At the very center of your being you will find yourself -- not the way you have known up to now, but in a totally new way. You will find yourself one of the buddhas, alert, awakened.
And the buddha has only one quality: witnessing.
Now witness: the body is not you, the mind is not you -- even the astral body is not you. Neither the silence, the peace, nor the fragrances are you. They are all around you, but you are only a witness.
Your only quality that is eternal is witnessing.
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