<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:09:01.392-07:00</updated><category term='isha'/><title type='text'>Sadhguru To Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-5537762984005733260</id><published>2009-04-06T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:19:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gr1t3NsKiLxg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="510" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-5537762984005733260?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/5537762984005733260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=5537762984005733260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/5537762984005733260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/5537762984005733260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2009/04/preview.html' title='Preview'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-1720774851690537870</id><published>2009-03-29T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:28:27.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we don't do want we cannot do, it's ok. But if we don't do what we can do, it's a waste of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the intro meeting for Anandha Ala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-1720774851690537870?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/1720774851690537870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=1720774851690537870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/1720774851690537870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/1720774851690537870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-up.html' title='Coming Up'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-3526816631584479713</id><published>2009-01-17T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:52:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was sick, and pathetically miserable a couple of days ago. So miserable that I was not able to do my practice. I would sit on the yoga mat and cry. Quite pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third evening of this nonsense, I was sitting with my eyes shut, unable to move and with no will to do anything. In one moment, something lifted. It almost felt physical. I opened my eyes... I felt ok, something fell into place and I felt a beautiful desire to do my practices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-3526816631584479713?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/3526816631584479713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=3526816631584479713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/3526816631584479713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/3526816631584479713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-sick-and-pathetically-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-6523181819620604284</id><published>2009-01-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:51:56.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something I saw in a video a long time ago and have thought about often... and experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"It doesn't matter if you are on the other side of the planet. Or sitting next to me. The proximity has nothing to do with physical distance. It is how closely you embrace it that makes a difference. Someone might be sitting right next to me, and wont feel much... and someone a thousand kilometers away, just a thought of their guru can make them explode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm intimately and passionately involved with thousands of people - people who have not met me in person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-6523181819620604284?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/6523181819620604284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=6523181819620604284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/6523181819620604284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/6523181819620604284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-i-saw-in-video-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-982408886022772254</id><published>2008-11-11T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:17:39.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul mates?</title><content type='html'>Q: Why is it that we connect deeper with some people and not so much with others? We live in the same society, but with some we connect more and with others less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you call as yourself is nothing more than an accumulation of prejudices. When you come across people who don't look like you, dress like you, think like you and all that, you don't allow yourself to relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, choose the people who you find difficult to be with. And just be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a tremendous experience, and will mature you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-982408886022772254?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/982408886022772254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=982408886022772254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/982408886022772254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/982408886022772254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-mates.html' title='Soul mates?'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-467963535376810057</id><published>2008-10-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:31:32.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson on love</title><content type='html'>Afrin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've too much love to give. I can love unconditionally, I want to love unconditionally... but nobody wants my love. I'm still waiting to find someone to be able to give all this endless love to&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you being stingy with your love? You think you are saving your love for something?  Give love to everyone you meet - is there a limit to how much you can love? Is anyone going to stop you from being loving?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so there. Rickshawalas. Bosses at work. Person who wishes I'd never been born. Beggar on street. Eveteaser. Murderer. Politician. Terrorist. If I meet you, I won't judge you. I'll have some compassion and love. And I'll just wish that you learn soon. One way or the other, you'll learn. The only question is when - this lifetime or a hundred after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy lesson for me to learn  - because there was a day when I hated who I was. And what I'd done. And couldn't believe I'd gone so far out of control. So yes, loving I'll be. To everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-467963535376810057?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/467963535376810057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=467963535376810057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/467963535376810057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/467963535376810057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-on-love.html' title='Lesson on love'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-3639409978461320379</id><published>2008-10-08T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:00:04.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Him</title><content type='html'>I was at Spanda Hall for BSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru was on the ashram the first night I was there. We didn't get to see him. I was aching and longing to be in his presence. But the volunteers would chuckle and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's always with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire reached into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The flames eating our bonds.&lt;br /&gt;Finally free, we danced on the grass, barefoot. Bare naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gasped and I looked,&lt;br /&gt;he came out of the light, a dance in his step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there - a stillness of such magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;In one instant we exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sob escaped my throat&lt;br /&gt;And then a tear rolled down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe that he had really come. He casually glanced, and acknowledged how deeply he was aware of what was going on at that gathering... The group cheered out in celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 2 seconds... of silence... and the overwhelming power of Him being there, then.. right after what we'd experienced the past 2 days, I was sobbing without knowing what was happening. And so were others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fixed on him, I saw tears roll down his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gestured for us to follow him and sit around him. Like hungry children, the group sat around him. He wiped the tears off his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke for a minute. Gazed into everyone's eyes. When he looked at me, I don't understand what happened.. or can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We floated around the rest of the night, on an unexpected cloud. A gift from him. Another gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-3639409978461320379?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/3639409978461320379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=3639409978461320379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/3639409978461320379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/3639409978461320379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/10/seeing-him.html' title='Seeing Him'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-8931294911139693564</id><published>2008-10-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:05:12.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BSP</title><content type='html'>I looked into their eyes and saw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my face and didn't recognize myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-8931294911139693564?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/8931294911139693564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=8931294911139693564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/8931294911139693564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/8931294911139693564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/10/bsp.html' title='BSP'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-2529928111967917449</id><published>2008-09-28T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:32:02.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isha'/><title type='text'>Life is celebration</title><content type='html'>A skip in your step. A smile on your face. A light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All only there when you're happy and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, you're dull, nasty, indifferent. You're likely to not even notice a wonderful sight beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFIYvIya4F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFIYvIya4F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-2529928111967917449?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/2529928111967917449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=2529928111967917449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/2529928111967917449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/2529928111967917449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-celebration.html' title='Life is celebration'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-2841133461658559707</id><published>2008-09-17T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:26:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Question - Guru, the rural rejuvenation program that you have undertaken, and all the social programs, what is your purpose behind these? Are you looking to get into politics? There must be something you want from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru laughs and says, before you ask me this question, go and ask your mother the question -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she feed you milk? What did she want from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then come and ask me this question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-2841133461658559707?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/2841133461658559707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=2841133461658559707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/2841133461658559707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/2841133461658559707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488352956669659379.post-4360473576551711978</id><published>2008-09-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:21:17.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's TV show. One question was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru, saints often perform miracles to show the masses. You have never performed any miracles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhguru laughed and picked up his tumbler of water. He said, do you want me to take a bird out of this tumbler? Is that a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, miracles are for those who can't see life as a miracle. Everything around us is a miracle. Look, he said, I am going to drink this water, and make it into a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a sip of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the water is a part of me. Isn't that a miracle? Do you still want me to pull a rabbit out of this  tumbler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sadhguru for your gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488352956669659379-4360473576551711978?l=sadhgurutome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/feeds/4360473576551711978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4488352956669659379&amp;postID=4360473576551711978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/4360473576551711978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488352956669659379/posts/default/4360473576551711978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhgurutome.blogspot.com/2008/09/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>A.C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_h-Av5Hst89k/RoE0XIl7G4I/AAAAAAAAD60/I0edcjlw_bU/s640/Jalna%20242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
