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Niyetsel

@niyetsel

20 days ago

every river on earth flows straight into the ocean. The ocean already has all the water. the desert has absolutely nothing.. but the desert gets no rivers. This is the most brutally honest law of the universe. Nature does not give to the needy. Nature gives to the abundant. we often think the universe will reward our suffering. we think struggling makes us worthy of a break. It doesn't Dr. David Hawkins mapped this out perfectly in his scale of consciousness. he proved that human emotions carry measurable frequencies. Shame vibrates at a miserable 20. Guilt sits at 30. Fear is 100. Complaining and anger hover around 150. These are desert frequencies. When you stress about your bank account or complain about your career, your mind becomes a barren wasteland. You focus entirely on the lack of water. And the universe simply matches your baseline. It sees a desert and keeps it dry. But the higher frequencies rewrite your reality. Love vibrates at 500. Gratitude hits 540. Peace is a massive 600. These are the ocean frequencies. The fix for a blocked life is deeply counterintuitive. You have to feel like the ocean before the rivers actually arrive. You do this through raw, aggressive gratitude. Even when you are exhausted. Even when things look bleak. Finding a reason to be grateful forces your frequency up to 540. You instantly shift from a state of lack to a state of having. Suddenly you stop repelling energy. You become a magnet for it. Opportunities, people, and money start flowing your way naturally. your current circumstances do not dictate your frequency. your frequency dictates your next circumstances.. Choose to be the ocean.

niyetsel's tweet photo. every river on earth flows straight into the ocean.

The ocean already has all the water.
the desert has absolutely nothing..
but the desert gets no rivers.

This is the most brutally honest law of the universe.
Nature does not give to the needy.
Nature gives to the abundant.

we often think the universe will reward our suffering.
we think struggling makes us worthy of a break.
It doesn't

Dr. David Hawkins mapped this out perfectly in his scale of consciousness.
he proved that human emotions carry measurable frequencies.
Shame vibrates at a miserable 20.
Guilt sits at 30.
Fear is 100.
Complaining and anger hover around 150.

These are desert frequencies.
When you stress about your bank account or complain about your career, your mind becomes a barren wasteland.
You focus entirely on the lack of water.
And the universe simply matches your baseline.
It sees a desert and keeps it dry.

But the higher frequencies rewrite your reality.
Love vibrates at 500.
Gratitude hits 540.
Peace is a massive 600.

These are the ocean frequencies.
The fix for a blocked life is deeply counterintuitive.
You have to feel like the ocean before the rivers actually arrive.
You do this through raw, aggressive gratitude.

Even when you are exhausted.
Even when things look bleak.
Finding a reason to be grateful forces your frequency up to 540.
You instantly shift from a state of lack to a state of having.

Suddenly you stop repelling energy.
You become a magnet for it.
Opportunities, people, and money start flowing your way naturally.

your current circumstances do not dictate your frequency.
your frequency dictates your next circumstances..
Choose to be the ocean.

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Ashish Dhar

@infinitchy

21 days ago

I don't remember when I first heard of Neem Karoli Baba. It must've been a long time ago, probably when I was in school or college. But it was sometime in 2017 in a workshop on Dharmashastras conducted by Dr. Bharat Gupt that I met someone who had met Babaji in person. It was the French-American scholar, the late Dr. Yvette Rosser, better known by her Hindu name Ram Rani. She talked about how her life was transformed by his grace and narrated more than one 'miracle' stories of how Baba was still guiding her even after he had passed on many decades ago. Honestly, I have no taste for miracle stories - not that I don't believe that miracles happen but I just find no use for them, especially in the age of Insta-babas and reel-devis. But I could see Ram Rani ji's eyes light up every time she said "Baba". In a parallel universe sometime before she made the serious error of judgement of marrying me, my wife visited Baba's ashram in Rishikesh and was told that the real ashram was somewhere up in the mountains at this remote weird-sounding village called Kainchi. She decided that she would go there one day. She got busy with life and only remembered her sankalpa more than a decade later. I called Ram Rani ji and requested her to pull some strings and get us a room as close to the temple as possible. She arranged for us to stay literally at the first room after crossing the temple threshold. There were no homestays, no geysers, no heaters, no room service, no fancy restaurants. And there were more monkeys than I'd ask for if Nature's intent was only to remind you of Hanuman's vanar sena. It was January and the cold was so extreme that my wife almost fainted while attending the morning aarti at the temple. There were no other visitors. We sat and recited Hanuman Chalisa, ate daal chawal, roamed around the village. The trip was truly memorable. I carried back a picture of Neem Karoli Baba from the ashram, mesmerised by the disarming smile on his radiant face. After a couple of years, some big celebrities from America visited Kainchi one after another and this generated tremendous spiritual yearning among travel vloggers, many of whom made it their life mission to improve the GDP of Nainital district. Predictably, their followers began thronging the sleepy village like never before. Within three years or so, they successfully transformed Kainchi into a big tourist destination with a parking lot the size of two football fields, restaurants, cafes, luxury homestays, and traffic jams that last more than the collective attention span of Instagram's spiritual community. The temple visits became mechanical. Even the monkeys disappeared, and rather than feeling euphoric about the rising footfalls like a good Hindu who celebrates development and progress, I felt sad about it like a Luddite - a crime that no amount of word-celling can whitewash. I don't know, I felt that the disappearance of monkeys was a sign that the spirit of the place was amiss and I may not be able to find it again in this lifetime. The spirit of Kainchi is of course the feeling of being in Neem Karoli Baba's presence. I was wrong. Last month, the awesome @SUKETDHIR_, one of the very few legit celebrities who don't act like celebrities, called me and asked me to come to watch the special screening of a film on Neem Karoli Baba in Aerocity. I was in two minds because I don't generally like the treatment of Dharmic subjects in films these days. But then he mentioned that the director was @filmervishal. I knew Vishal was a serious devotee and a medical doctor who passionately pursued filmmaking as a craft. I asked my wife if she wanted to go and she looked at me as if she intended to book me under the SC/ST Act. "Of course we are going! What are you even thinking?" I am glad we took our son along too. Hanuman Ansh is a steady-paced, no-frills, emotionally gripping experience that calmly assures you that taking birth on this sacred land - despite its cynical politics, crumbling infrastructure, systemic corruption and environmental destruction - is a spiritual blessing that outlasts the material suffering of many lifetimes. The plot starts in the pre-independence era and ends with Baba's settling in Kainchi. The film traces his departure from home after losing his mother followed by decades of intense tapasya at different places across the sacred geography. Of course, there are miracles that happen along the way but Vishal has weaved them into the narrative with great sensitivity and craftmanship, rather than the over-the-top spiritual slop you get in big-budget embarrassments and small-budget cringe. A labour of love in the true sense of the word, you can see that the entire crew has poured their heart into the film. The best part is that Vishal has managed to put it up on the big screen in many cities. Do check for shows in your city on Bookmyshow and watch it before it is gone. I guess, for Vishal, the effort was its own reward, but here's our chance to share the joy that he felt in making it. Take your family, friends and most importantly kids, along. Experience Neem Karoli Baba's presence via the big screen. Jai Bajrang Bali. PS: Vishal bhai, we are eagerly waiting for the sequel.

infinitchy's tweet photo. I don't remember when I first heard of Neem Karoli Baba. It must've been a long time ago, probably when I was in school or college. But it was sometime in 2017 in a workshop on Dharmashastras conducted by Dr. Bharat Gupt that I met someone who had met Babaji in person. It was the French-American scholar, the late Dr. Yvette Rosser, better known by her Hindu name Ram Rani. She talked about how her life was transformed by his grace and narrated more than one 'miracle' stories of how Baba was still guiding her even after he had passed on many decades ago. Honestly, I have no taste for miracle stories - not that I don't believe that miracles happen but I just find no use for them, especially in the age of Insta-babas and reel-devis. But I could see Ram Rani ji's eyes light up every time she said "Baba".

In a parallel universe sometime before she made the serious error of judgement of marrying me, my wife visited Baba's ashram in Rishikesh and was told that the real ashram was somewhere up in the mountains at this remote weird-sounding village called Kainchi. She decided that she would go there one day. She got busy with life and only remembered her sankalpa more than a decade later. I called Ram Rani ji and requested her to pull some strings and get us a room as close to the temple as possible. She arranged for us to stay literally at the first room after crossing the temple threshold. There were no homestays, no geysers, no heaters, no room service, no fancy restaurants. And there were more monkeys than I'd ask for if Nature's intent was only to remind you of Hanuman's vanar sena. It was January and the cold was so extreme that my wife almost fainted while attending the morning aarti at the temple. There were no other visitors. We sat and recited Hanuman Chalisa, ate daal chawal, roamed around the village. The trip was truly memorable. I carried back a picture of Neem Karoli Baba from the ashram, mesmerised by the disarming smile on his radiant face.

After a couple of years, some big celebrities from America visited Kainchi one after another and this generated tremendous spiritual yearning among travel vloggers, many of whom made it their life mission to improve the GDP of Nainital district. Predictably, their followers began thronging the sleepy village like never before. Within three years or so, they successfully transformed Kainchi into a big tourist destination with a parking lot the size of two football fields, restaurants, cafes, luxury homestays, and traffic jams that last more than the collective attention span of Instagram's spiritual community. The temple visits became mechanical. Even the monkeys disappeared, and rather than feeling euphoric about the rising footfalls like a good Hindu who celebrates development and progress, I felt sad about it like a Luddite - a crime that no amount of word-celling can whitewash. I don't know, I felt that the disappearance of monkeys was a sign that the spirit of the place was amiss and I may not be able to find it again in this lifetime. The spirit of Kainchi is of course the feeling of being in Neem Karoli Baba's presence.

I was wrong. Last month, the awesome @SUKETDHIR_, one of the very few legit celebrities who don't act like celebrities, called me and asked me to come to watch the special screening of a film on Neem Karoli Baba in Aerocity. I was in two minds because I don't generally like the treatment of Dharmic subjects in films these days. But then he mentioned that the director was @filmervishal. I knew Vishal was a serious devotee and a medical doctor who passionately pursued filmmaking as a craft. I asked my wife if she wanted to go and she looked at me as if she intended to book me under the SC/ST Act. "Of course we are going! What are you even thinking?" I am glad we took our son along too.

Hanuman Ansh is a steady-paced, no-frills, emotionally gripping experience that calmly assures you that taking birth on this sacred land - despite its cynical politics, crumbling infrastructure, systemic corruption and environmental destruction - is a spiritual blessing that outlasts the material suffering of many lifetimes. The plot starts in the pre-independence era and ends with Baba's settling in Kainchi. The film traces his departure from home after losing his mother followed by decades of intense tapasya at different places across the sacred geography. Of course, there are miracles that happen along the way but Vishal has weaved them into the narrative with great sensitivity and craftmanship, rather than the over-the-top spiritual slop you get in big-budget embarrassments and small-budget cringe. A labour of love in the true sense of the word, you can see that the entire crew has poured their heart into the film. The best part is that Vishal has managed to put it up on the big screen in many cities. Do check for shows in your city on Bookmyshow and watch it before it is gone. I guess, for Vishal, the effort was its own reward, but here's our chance to share the joy that he felt in making it. Take your family, friends and most importantly kids, along. Experience Neem Karoli Baba's presence via the big screen. Jai Bajrang Bali.

PS: Vishal bhai, we are eagerly waiting for the sequel.

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Jaynit

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3 months ago

Steve Jobs did not become a billionaire from Apple. He became one from a company he spent years trying to get rid of. The company was Pixar. In 1986, nine months after Apple forced him out, Jobs bought a small computer graphics division off George Lucas for ten million dollars. Five million to Lucas, five million in working capital. He renamed it Pixar and set out to sell high-end graphics computers. The computers did not sell. The flagship machine cost a hundred and thirty five thousand dollars and found almost no buyers outside a few hospitals and government labs. The hardware business lost money, and Jobs eventually sold it off cheap. What was left was a small group of animators making short films that won awards, including an Oscar, and earned almost nothing. So Jobs paid for it himself. Year after year he covered Pixar's losses out of his own pocket, writing personal checks to keep the doors open. Over roughly nine years it came to an estimated fifty million dollars of his own money, poured into a company that lost money almost every single year. He tried to get out. He shopped Pixar to Microsoft. To Paul Allen. To Hallmark. To Larry Ellison. He came within days of shutting the whole thing down. He said it plainly later. "If I knew in 1986 how much it was going to cost to keep Pixar going, I doubt if I would have bought the company." This is the man we now hold up as the great visionary, the one who could see what was coming. For nine years he could not tell whether the thing in his hands was worth anything, and most of the time he bet it wasn't. In 1991, Disney agreed to fund and distribute a few of Pixar's films. The first one took four years to make. It came out in November 1995. Toy Story. The first full-length computer-animated film ever made, and an enormous hit. A week later, Pixar went public. Jobs had pushed the bankers to price the stock higher than they wanted. It opened at forty seven dollars a share, the largest public offering of the year. By the end of the first day, his stake was worth about one and a quarter billion dollars. He owned roughly eighty percent of a company he had spent a decade trying to give away. One of the men he'd tried to sell Pixar to was Larry Ellison. The night of the IPO, Jobs called him and said, "I made it." Eleven years later Disney bought Pixar outright for seven and a half billion dollars, and Jobs became the largest single shareholder in Disney. You can't tell your best decision from your worst while you're still paying for it. The bill comes first. The verdict comes years later, and it rarely matches what you believed while you were signing the checks.

jaynitx's tweet photo. Steve Jobs did not become a billionaire from Apple. He became one from a company he spent years trying to get rid of.

The company was Pixar.

In 1986, nine months after Apple forced him out, Jobs bought a small computer graphics division off George Lucas for ten million dollars. Five million to Lucas, five million in working capital. He renamed it Pixar and set out to sell high-end graphics computers.

The computers did not sell. The flagship machine cost a hundred and thirty five thousand dollars and found almost no buyers outside a few hospitals and government labs. The hardware business lost money, and Jobs eventually sold it off cheap.

What was left was a small group of animators making short films that won awards, including an Oscar, and earned almost nothing.

So Jobs paid for it himself. Year after year he covered Pixar's losses out of his own pocket, writing personal checks to keep the doors open. Over roughly nine years it came to an estimated fifty million dollars of his own money, poured into a company that lost money almost every single year.

He tried to get out. He shopped Pixar to Microsoft. To Paul Allen. To Hallmark. To Larry Ellison. He came within days of shutting the whole thing down.

He said it plainly later. "If I knew in 1986 how much it was going to cost to keep Pixar going, I doubt if I would have bought the company."

This is the man we now hold up as the great visionary, the one who could see what was coming. For nine years he could not tell whether the thing in his hands was worth anything, and most of the time he bet it wasn't.

In 1991, Disney agreed to fund and distribute a few of Pixar's films. The first one took four years to make.

It came out in November 1995. Toy Story. The first full-length computer-animated film ever made, and an enormous hit.

A week later, Pixar went public. Jobs had pushed the bankers to price the stock higher than they wanted. It opened at forty seven dollars a share, the largest public offering of the year. By the end of the first day, his stake was worth about one and a quarter billion dollars.

He owned roughly eighty percent of a company he had spent a decade trying to give away.

One of the men he'd tried to sell Pixar to was Larry Ellison. The night of the IPO, Jobs called him and said, "I made it."

Eleven years later Disney bought Pixar outright for seven and a half billion dollars, and Jobs became the largest single shareholder in Disney.

You can't tell your best decision from your worst while you're still paying for it. The bill comes first. The verdict comes years later, and it rarely matches what you believed while you were signing the checks.

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