I wanted to congratulate some friends who had been blessed with a baby with a writing. While waiting in the parking lot before picking up my daughter, this is what came out.
***
Dear Mom (and Dad),
Congratulations on having a new baby.
With a new baby in your life,
let a new “love shine” in your life,
let a new “joy smile” in your life, and
let a new “light come” into your life.
With a new baby in your life,
let there be new “beginnings” in your life,
let there be new “choices” in your life, and
let there be new “fun games” in your life.
With a new baby in your life,
let yourself enjoy more “park” time in your life,
let yourself enjoy more “music” time in your life, and
let yourself enjoy more “dance” time in your life.
With a new baby in your life,
let divine “patience” bless your life,
let divine “tolerance” bless your life, and
let divine “giving” bless your life.
Congratulations on having a new baby.
Affectionately,
Gunjan (and Chakravarty Family)
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
How do I detach from people?
I keep reminding myself not to attach to people, but still I land up getting attached to people. How do I overcome attachment?
This morning I made myself a sandwich in an old-style aluminum sandwich toaster on the stove. When it was done, I opened it. I found out that one slice was stuck to the side of the toaster. I forced it out with a knife but still some bread remained on the toaster. While struggling to scrape off that piece of bread, I realized that even though I had used the non-stick spray; it was not enough and definitely not well-spread.
In that moment it struck me that even though I understand that dear people around me are God’s and not mine. Further, God has placed them around me as for a bigger purpose. Still I often find myself difficult to detach with the thoughts of attachment towards them. Perhaps, it is so because I am forgetting to remember God and the truth about attachment as often as it is needed.
The lesson is that the next time, a thought of attachment surfaces up, I need to consciously remind myself, “Nobody is mine and therefore I need to let go.”; before that thought spreads out like secondary waves spread out on throwing a rock in a pond. So, I need to stop myself from creating those waves. I need to remember the truth as soon as I lift a stone to throw it into a pond, else the thoughts would form and propagate.
Therefore, just like I needed to use the nonstick spray effectively to keep the bread from sticking, similarly I need to remember God and the above mentioned truth at the very first thought of attachment. I know it needs a lot of awareness, but it is worth it.
Now onwards, I need to start spreading the spray and remembering the relevant truth; before it is too late.
This morning I made myself a sandwich in an old-style aluminum sandwich toaster on the stove. When it was done, I opened it. I found out that one slice was stuck to the side of the toaster. I forced it out with a knife but still some bread remained on the toaster. While struggling to scrape off that piece of bread, I realized that even though I had used the non-stick spray; it was not enough and definitely not well-spread.
In that moment it struck me that even though I understand that dear people around me are God’s and not mine. Further, God has placed them around me as for a bigger purpose. Still I often find myself difficult to detach with the thoughts of attachment towards them. Perhaps, it is so because I am forgetting to remember God and the truth about attachment as often as it is needed.
The lesson is that the next time, a thought of attachment surfaces up, I need to consciously remind myself, “Nobody is mine and therefore I need to let go.”; before that thought spreads out like secondary waves spread out on throwing a rock in a pond. So, I need to stop myself from creating those waves. I need to remember the truth as soon as I lift a stone to throw it into a pond, else the thoughts would form and propagate.
Therefore, just like I needed to use the nonstick spray effectively to keep the bread from sticking, similarly I need to remember God and the above mentioned truth at the very first thought of attachment. I know it needs a lot of awareness, but it is worth it.
Now onwards, I need to start spreading the spray and remembering the relevant truth; before it is too late.
Friday, June 20, 2008
How do I focus my thoughts?
How do I keep my mind from getting perturbed from all kinds of thoughts it encounters?
It involves two steps.
* Reflection on thoughts during mediation, as and when needed.
** Focusing those reflected thoughts towards a single thought, peace.
These two steps are so much like an optics setup, where the incoming light is reflected using a reflecting mirror. Since angle of incidence is equal to angle of reflection, therefore by varying the angle at which the mirror is lying with respect to the incident light ray different incident wavelengths can be directed towards the same direction. The second step involves the focusing of all incident rays or broad spectrum light to a single point using a converging lens, like how we focus sunlight to a given point on a paper using a hand lens and notice that it starts burning; confirming the intensity is so high that it starts burning.
Similarly, different thoughts from all possible sources can be reflected towards peace by just meditating as often as needed. All meditation does is, reflects my thoughts and directs me towards peaceful thoughts. Once my random-disturbing thoughts have been reflected towards peace they can be focused at peace by constant remembrance.
Therefore, mediation acts like a reflecting mirror and constant remembrance acts like a hand lens or a converging lens.
This 2 step method is surely makes peaceful any time and each time.
It involves two steps.
* Reflection on thoughts during mediation, as and when needed.
** Focusing those reflected thoughts towards a single thought, peace.
These two steps are so much like an optics setup, where the incoming light is reflected using a reflecting mirror. Since angle of incidence is equal to angle of reflection, therefore by varying the angle at which the mirror is lying with respect to the incident light ray different incident wavelengths can be directed towards the same direction. The second step involves the focusing of all incident rays or broad spectrum light to a single point using a converging lens, like how we focus sunlight to a given point on a paper using a hand lens and notice that it starts burning; confirming the intensity is so high that it starts burning.
Similarly, different thoughts from all possible sources can be reflected towards peace by just meditating as often as needed. All meditation does is, reflects my thoughts and directs me towards peaceful thoughts. Once my random-disturbing thoughts have been reflected towards peace they can be focused at peace by constant remembrance.
Therefore, mediation acts like a reflecting mirror and constant remembrance acts like a hand lens or a converging lens.
This 2 step method is surely makes peaceful any time and each time.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Embracing Amma’s Love
On Friday, June 6th, 2008, I was taking a walk after dinner. While walking I was contemplating on my heartfelt wish to meet Amma (much known as the hugging saint) at San Ramon Ashram the next day. I knew that was the only day when I could go and get that much-needed hug from her.
I recollected the family hug I had received (from her) two years ago (in June, 2006) at the same venue. Back then, I had sensed special warmth in her hug which was the same as I had felt, only in my mother’s hug. During that family hug (which she had given to my husband, daughter, son and I all together) my kids were in between me and her. But even in that fraction of the complete hug I could feel my mother’s love; something I had been missing out on ever since my mother left this world (in September, 1996). That was one memorable moment for me and I fondly talked about it to my dear friends. After listening to that, most of my friends had shown interest in accompanying me next time.
Of late, my heart and body had been awfully missing and craving for my mother’s hug. I knew Amma could give me that. Therefore, I was having a strong feeling that now the time for the next visit had arrived.
But the next moment, a loud voice from within reminded me, “Can’t you see, you are getting too attached to Amma and therefore craving for her. Aren’t you getting over emotional about another human being?”
To answer that question, a soft voice from within asked me, “Don’t you know from your last experience that Amma is a highly evolved soul and that she is not just another human being?”
After listening to those two conflicting voices I decided to pray hard, send out my intention, try my best to meet her and then stay open to whatever follows.
During the last leg of the walk, I started going through the facts. The ashram is over 1 hour drive from my home. To take it easy on my healing back, I better get a ride. My husband is not so interested in meeting Amma. I need to call up somebody, who is equally keen on meeting Amma, etc...
I stepped back into home with a clear plan of action. First, I asked my husband and kids if they wanted to join me for the hug. And, I heard a clear ‘no’ in different modest words from each one of them.
Then I called up a friend who had recently shared her eagerness to meet Amma and left her a detailed voice message.
As a last step, I called up my first yoga teacher who had introduced Amma (through her picture) to me 6 years ago; and left her an explicit message.
Within minutes, she called me back and very affectionately offered me a ride from her home to the venue and back. I was overjoyed on realizing that finally, the time to meet Amma had come.
***
Next morning, we (my yoga teacher, her 3 year old daughter and I) drove towards our destination while listening to the devotional music sung by Amma’s group.
Once we reached the Ashram and collected our tokens to get a hug, I noticed an identical peaceful smile on the faces of all devotees; as if a “peace spray” had been sprinkled in the air. I noticed that most of the devotees were frequently saying “Aum Namah Shivay” to each other with folded hands. Soon, I realized that it was their “sacred mantra” to greet one another and to say sorry, excuse me or thank you in the ashram. In addition there was a conspicuous excitement. Devotees of all ages, sex, color or background visiting from all over the world were anxiously waiting for Amma to arrive; as if a very dear family member was arriving after decades.
Amma arrived in time and initiated the meditation. I was sitting on a chair about 6 meters away from her and therefore got a clear glimpse of her profile before closing my eyes. But as soon as I started meditating, something happened within me and I just broke down. I experienced a strong-and-a-forceful urge to run and get a big squeezing bear hug from Amma. I remembered my mother, her hug, her warmth and other relevant memories while crying.
Next, I heard a female voice whispering close to my ears, “Here are the tissues”, while placing soft tissues inside my folded palms. I kept on making those dry tissues moist (without opening my eyes) and that caring lady kept on rubbing my back gently.
After a long time, when I finally opened my eyes, I noticed that the mediation was over and Amma had started hugging. The lady who was rubbing my back, turned out to be a volunteer in white blouse/skirt and a blue scarf. With a warm smile, she suggested me to step out for fresh air.
Once we were outside, she told me about her own emotional experience (which had lasted for 6 hours) on meeting Amma the first time. On hearing that, I asked her (in a soft voice) as to why I did not experience all this “urge and burst” 2 years ago. She explained me that back then I must have been a totally different person; spiritually and emotionally. I knew that was true. When she saw me nodding in agreement, she started nodding her own head. Then confirming with her wide-opened eyes she said, “You know it is good to cry around Amma.” Without talking any further, we walked back together quietly.
While waiting for my turn to come, I found myself constantly looking at Amma. The emotional cycle of breaking-down-and-calming-down continued. Despite all that, I could sense that even her presence was sacred. I experienced an uplifting energy (which I otherwise feel only during meditation) while sobbing, pausing to admire Amma or walking around in that vast hall.
When my turn finally came to stand 2 meters away from her, I found myself in a dazed state. I could see that she was surrounded by 4 white-sari-clad women, who were leading devotees towards her and then pulling them out of her embrace after few seconds.
While stepping closer towards Amma I observed that I was neither happy, nor sad; I was simply quiet and blank.
When Amma called me in her arms and my forehead touched her chest, I just broke down in frequent-periodic-loud-emotional-bursts-without-any-tears; much like the aligned and streamlined movement of otherwise randomly moving electrons, the moment they encounter a complete electric circuit. In that moment, it felt as if I had got ALL I ever wanted to. In the next few seconds, I received my mother’s love in that full-and-fulfilling embrace from Amma.
Before taking her hands off my back, she whispered a few affectionate words in my ear. Then she placed me a few things inside my palm, closed the fist and lifted me off her.
As I walked away from her, I found myself rushing towards that far away wall of the hall. I started howling with my face and palms pushing against the wall. But soon, I found myself calming down (on my own) for good. After that I felt light, fresh and immense contentment all over me; a contentment which I had observed only on the face of my new born babies while nursing them.
In that blissful moment, I felt a new awareness of "completeness within me".
When I came outside the hall, my yoga teacher and another devotee (who had seen me getting the hug), told me that Amma did not allow any of those 4 white-sari-clad women, pull me off her. They told me they could see it was a special and a strong hug. On hearing that, I was really touched by Amma’s sensitivity (to detect my unspoken needs) and compassion (by responding accordingly).
After having lunch at the dinning hall, I briefly sat next to the beautiful lake with swans and lotuses. There, I sensed a quiet-and-a-still space within me, much like the apparent calmness-and-the-vastness of that lake.
***
When I reached home, I felt physically worn out but emotionally 100% recharged. Though very unlike me, I just wished to be quiet even the next day.
The next night, during my phone conversation with my father (in India), I shared that awesome feeling of “absolute completeness”. He told me that he was very happy for me, because he had not sensed “it” in almost 7 decades of his life; "something" he definitely desires to experience (even if it is only for a few seconds) one day.
Recently, after meditation, I registered that Amma gave the same love to me 2 years ago and now; but the present experience was different, for this time I was much more open to receiving.
Ever since I met her, I am finding myself smiling while singing loudly (when alone) or humming softly (around others), “Amma, Amma…” to the tune of my favorite Jagjit Singh's ghazal titled, “Socha nahin achha bura …”; while thinking about her smiling face.
Aum Namah Shivay
----
Note to readers-
Aum-the universal sound is to read as OM
Namah Shivay-means namaste (greetings with folded hands) to Lord Shiva
----
I recollected the family hug I had received (from her) two years ago (in June, 2006) at the same venue. Back then, I had sensed special warmth in her hug which was the same as I had felt, only in my mother’s hug. During that family hug (which she had given to my husband, daughter, son and I all together) my kids were in between me and her. But even in that fraction of the complete hug I could feel my mother’s love; something I had been missing out on ever since my mother left this world (in September, 1996). That was one memorable moment for me and I fondly talked about it to my dear friends. After listening to that, most of my friends had shown interest in accompanying me next time.
Of late, my heart and body had been awfully missing and craving for my mother’s hug. I knew Amma could give me that. Therefore, I was having a strong feeling that now the time for the next visit had arrived.
But the next moment, a loud voice from within reminded me, “Can’t you see, you are getting too attached to Amma and therefore craving for her. Aren’t you getting over emotional about another human being?”
To answer that question, a soft voice from within asked me, “Don’t you know from your last experience that Amma is a highly evolved soul and that she is not just another human being?”
After listening to those two conflicting voices I decided to pray hard, send out my intention, try my best to meet her and then stay open to whatever follows.
During the last leg of the walk, I started going through the facts. The ashram is over 1 hour drive from my home. To take it easy on my healing back, I better get a ride. My husband is not so interested in meeting Amma. I need to call up somebody, who is equally keen on meeting Amma, etc...
I stepped back into home with a clear plan of action. First, I asked my husband and kids if they wanted to join me for the hug. And, I heard a clear ‘no’ in different modest words from each one of them.
Then I called up a friend who had recently shared her eagerness to meet Amma and left her a detailed voice message.
As a last step, I called up my first yoga teacher who had introduced Amma (through her picture) to me 6 years ago; and left her an explicit message.
Within minutes, she called me back and very affectionately offered me a ride from her home to the venue and back. I was overjoyed on realizing that finally, the time to meet Amma had come.
***
Next morning, we (my yoga teacher, her 3 year old daughter and I) drove towards our destination while listening to the devotional music sung by Amma’s group.
Once we reached the Ashram and collected our tokens to get a hug, I noticed an identical peaceful smile on the faces of all devotees; as if a “peace spray” had been sprinkled in the air. I noticed that most of the devotees were frequently saying “Aum Namah Shivay” to each other with folded hands. Soon, I realized that it was their “sacred mantra” to greet one another and to say sorry, excuse me or thank you in the ashram. In addition there was a conspicuous excitement. Devotees of all ages, sex, color or background visiting from all over the world were anxiously waiting for Amma to arrive; as if a very dear family member was arriving after decades.
Amma arrived in time and initiated the meditation. I was sitting on a chair about 6 meters away from her and therefore got a clear glimpse of her profile before closing my eyes. But as soon as I started meditating, something happened within me and I just broke down. I experienced a strong-and-a-forceful urge to run and get a big squeezing bear hug from Amma. I remembered my mother, her hug, her warmth and other relevant memories while crying.
Next, I heard a female voice whispering close to my ears, “Here are the tissues”, while placing soft tissues inside my folded palms. I kept on making those dry tissues moist (without opening my eyes) and that caring lady kept on rubbing my back gently.
After a long time, when I finally opened my eyes, I noticed that the mediation was over and Amma had started hugging. The lady who was rubbing my back, turned out to be a volunteer in white blouse/skirt and a blue scarf. With a warm smile, she suggested me to step out for fresh air.
Once we were outside, she told me about her own emotional experience (which had lasted for 6 hours) on meeting Amma the first time. On hearing that, I asked her (in a soft voice) as to why I did not experience all this “urge and burst” 2 years ago. She explained me that back then I must have been a totally different person; spiritually and emotionally. I knew that was true. When she saw me nodding in agreement, she started nodding her own head. Then confirming with her wide-opened eyes she said, “You know it is good to cry around Amma.” Without talking any further, we walked back together quietly.
While waiting for my turn to come, I found myself constantly looking at Amma. The emotional cycle of breaking-down-and-calming-down continued. Despite all that, I could sense that even her presence was sacred. I experienced an uplifting energy (which I otherwise feel only during meditation) while sobbing, pausing to admire Amma or walking around in that vast hall.
When my turn finally came to stand 2 meters away from her, I found myself in a dazed state. I could see that she was surrounded by 4 white-sari-clad women, who were leading devotees towards her and then pulling them out of her embrace after few seconds.
While stepping closer towards Amma I observed that I was neither happy, nor sad; I was simply quiet and blank.
When Amma called me in her arms and my forehead touched her chest, I just broke down in frequent-periodic-loud-emotional-bursts-without-any-tears; much like the aligned and streamlined movement of otherwise randomly moving electrons, the moment they encounter a complete electric circuit. In that moment, it felt as if I had got ALL I ever wanted to. In the next few seconds, I received my mother’s love in that full-and-fulfilling embrace from Amma.
Before taking her hands off my back, she whispered a few affectionate words in my ear. Then she placed me a few things inside my palm, closed the fist and lifted me off her.
As I walked away from her, I found myself rushing towards that far away wall of the hall. I started howling with my face and palms pushing against the wall. But soon, I found myself calming down (on my own) for good. After that I felt light, fresh and immense contentment all over me; a contentment which I had observed only on the face of my new born babies while nursing them.
In that blissful moment, I felt a new awareness of "completeness within me".
When I came outside the hall, my yoga teacher and another devotee (who had seen me getting the hug), told me that Amma did not allow any of those 4 white-sari-clad women, pull me off her. They told me they could see it was a special and a strong hug. On hearing that, I was really touched by Amma’s sensitivity (to detect my unspoken needs) and compassion (by responding accordingly).
After having lunch at the dinning hall, I briefly sat next to the beautiful lake with swans and lotuses. There, I sensed a quiet-and-a-still space within me, much like the apparent calmness-and-the-vastness of that lake.
***
When I reached home, I felt physically worn out but emotionally 100% recharged. Though very unlike me, I just wished to be quiet even the next day.
The next night, during my phone conversation with my father (in India), I shared that awesome feeling of “absolute completeness”. He told me that he was very happy for me, because he had not sensed “it” in almost 7 decades of his life; "something" he definitely desires to experience (even if it is only for a few seconds) one day.
Recently, after meditation, I registered that Amma gave the same love to me 2 years ago and now; but the present experience was different, for this time I was much more open to receiving.
Ever since I met her, I am finding myself smiling while singing loudly (when alone) or humming softly (around others), “Amma, Amma…” to the tune of my favorite Jagjit Singh's ghazal titled, “Socha nahin achha bura …”; while thinking about her smiling face.
Aum Namah Shivay
----
Note to readers-
Aum-the universal sound is to read as OM
Namah Shivay-means namaste (greetings with folded hands) to Lord Shiva
----
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sowing the seed of Inquisitiveness
Introduction
In October, 2007, I explored “speed” with 9 and 10 year old students in my daughter’s class. My intention was to make the students open their inherent “wisdom” box to explore the world around them. Even though it was the first such lesson, I felt that similar exposures have the potential to sow the "seed of inquisitiveness” in these students, just the way it was sown in my mind, when I was 9 years old.
My first science fair
When I was 9 years old, I saw "something so interesting" in my first science fair, that it left a lifelong impact on my mind.
That science fair had been put up by middle school students in the largest room of my small school. The students who had set up “that interesting” project were 2 girls. I knew one of those girls very well as she was my friend’s elder sister.
On that fateful day, I was drifting along with all the other students of my class slowly along a long line. The middle school students were explaining what they were exhibiting in their projects.
Since I was very comfortable with my friend’s sister, while continuing to look at the 3-D display I kept on asking her questions, one after another.
On one side, that display showed how people can irrigate their fields by using water from the well. On the other side it displayed how, when the same water was made to fall on a turbine, it rotated and generated electricity. That simple layout of plastic 2 inches tall “toy-farmer”, hand colored “brown brick well”, “blue colored water” on the base is still fresh in my memory. I clearly remember that it depicted an example of consuming electricity by showing 4 inches tall “street lights” standing on either side of the gray colored “streets” (marked on the base of the display). That complete display which was contained on a 12” x 24” cardboard base spoke volumes to me that day.
While I was bombarding questions, I noticed that all the students behind me had walked way ahead, admiring the colors, working demonstrations and the projects of other exhibitors. I knew I was getting late to catch up with them, but I could not stop myself from asking more and more questions (with my eyes continuously glued on that display). I think those two girls from middle school got tired of answering my endless questions and reminded me that I better catch up with my classmates. I saw my friend’s sister plucking a little toy from her display and offering it to me (as a little gift) just before I ran to catch up with my classmates.
That day I did not get to see any of the other projects, but I felt I did not really miss anything. That simple project (about generation of electricity from water) had sown the seed of inquiry within me.
Pursuing Physics
In the next few years, I realized that I really enjoyed studying Math, Physics and some parts of Chemistry. Whether, the teacher who taught Physics was good, OK, or very bad, it did not matter to me.
On the other hand, I used to feel sorry for some of my friends who were not comfortable with Physics. Finding them at unease, I would try to explain them that Physics is one of the simplest and most fascinating subjects and is not at all scary and complex. But at that stage my words did not help them, and I helplessly watched them losing interest in Physics at the middle school.
Back then, I knew it for sure that the science fairs, the 3-D displays, the demonstrations and the textbook are not sufficient to draw all the students towards Physics, especially the average and the below average students. But back then, I did not know what could draw them to Physics.
I continued to pursue Physics, without any breaks, for almost next two decades; till I completed my Ph. D. from Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi.
Teaching Physics
After that I came to US and soon after started teaching Physics at the local university.
While teaching, I realized that most of my adult students had developed “fear” and a “closed mind” towards learning familiar-yet-semi-understood Laws of Physics in a new way. Most of them also lacked strong fundamentals and interest in the subject. Due to the curriculum constraints; I found myself teaching them how to solve complicated equations (following a textbook) and giving tests. I realized I was doing everything other than sharing my joy of learning Physics. I felt as if I were watering the leaves instead of roots.
I remembered my friends at school who had quit Physics after struggling with it in middle school and my helplessness.
It was around the same time that, I took some time “off paid work” to raise my new born son. During that period, I tried doing Physics activities, as a volunteering parent at my daughter’s private school(s) for grades K-8. My intention was that the students start exploring the laws of Physics while playing, that they using their inherent “wisdom” boxes to probe their surroundings.
It was during this period that I observed something astonishing. The simpler I made the topic and the lesser the number of gadgets I used, the more the students opened-up-their-own-selves to explore. Further, the students who were most active and probing were the youngest ones in elementary school rather than the ones in the middle school. I observed that the younger the kids the better they were as explorers.
The middle school students were visibly conscious and constrained in exploring magnets. They were started searching for the north and the south of the magnet (which, I had hidden with a tape). They wasted their time and energy in recalling their textbook knowledge.
On the other hand the younger kids simply had fun exploring a fountain erupting out of a test tube full of iron filings when a magnet was brought on its top. They were free of any pre-existing knowledge.
Even amongst all elementary school students, I noticed that age 9/10 is the “perfect” age when an average student has developed the “right combination of” of communication skills, self discipline and an open-ripe exploring mind to explore omnipresent laws of Physics.
Looking back it was co-incidentally the same age when I got hooked into Physics. So, I realized that “somehow” there is a big potential at this age. I felt that age 9/10 is a critical age when a student can either get into a subject or off a subject, depending on the teacher, parents, curriculum and his own inclination. Further, the inclination can be tailored; even if it is not there naturally. I had realized this purely by observing without reading any child psychology books or talking to the teachers at that grade level.
Watering the roots
Taking the next step in this direction (in October, 2007); I explored concept speed with 4th/5th graders; simply using bathroom rolls and chalk pieces. The bathroom rolls were used because they roll better on the carpet and are less distracting to the students. A detailed story about activity is at http://surrenderlistenandgive.blogspot.com/2007/10/exploring-speed-with-9-year-olds.html
Using bathroom rolls, the claps (for measuring time) and footsteps (for measuring distance) the students concluded that the faster speed implied
(a) less time was needed to cover a given distance and
(b) more distance was covered in a given time.
Without using any textbooks or equations had concluded the same inferences as are implied by the standard equation “speed = distance / time”.
It was a wonderful experience that day for me to able to make those 9 year old students grasp the concept of “speed” without using any equations, theory, demonstrations, gadgets or magic tricks. All they used, was their inherent “wisdom boxes”, things available and a little guidance.
When I saw the “new” twinkle in the student’s eyes while smiling, I felt that the “roots” had been watered.
Sowing the seed
By pursuing this teaching via exploration, I am hoping that a lot of students (like my friends at school) who hated Physics would start enjoying it. I am wishing that one day, all students (including the average and below average students) will start feeling comfortable with Physics and overcome fear of encountering “complicated equations” in middle and high schools.
Since I could clearly see a small preview of successful “tailoring of inclination” towards the subject at my daughter’s school; now, I know that learning Physics via exploring has the potential to draw students towards the subject.
This is in addition to the fact that nobody can be taught. However, a dedicated teacher, through guidance can provide pointers towards student’s (in grade4/5) inner wisdom at the level they can comprehend. After that the students will do the learning on their own, simply via exploring.
By learning to explore at school, the students would get interested in the subject and will be better prepared to encounter "complicated equations" in middle and high schools. This in turn would help them shoot through the college pre-requisite courses to pursue all technology related fields (including computer science and engineering) and in boosting their self confidence; which everyone understands are much-needed-fuels-to-boost-our-country's-economy. In the long term perspective, it is obvious that these students would significantly contribute in raising a next generation of exploring learners and better citizens of the world.
We all know that all significant ideas start off as a powerful thought of an individual, grows with support from few like minded people and blossoms into beautiful flowers appreciated by everyone. Along the same lines, “learning Physics via exploration” is a humble beginning for sowing-the-seed of-inquisitiveness in elementary school students; lest they should shut their minds off-Physics before hitting the middle school. Just the way it was sown inside me (in my first science fair).
Aspiration
Presently, I am aspiring to offer my knowledge of Physics, passion to teach and love to share the joy of learning Physics with elementary schools students (in grade 4 and 5) of our community; something that does not exist presently in their curriculum. For the simple reason, that the LAWS OF PHYSICS CAN BE LEARNT WITH LITTLE GUIDANCE AND MORE AWARENESS.
I understand that for this to happen in elementary schools, I need financial support and openness from parents/teachers/school authorities. Till the time, these elements get arranged I aspire to continue doing the same, in the schools I can and share these experiences wherever I can; incessantly.
This I aspire with a conviction that when one sends out a sincere intention, the universe arranges for it to happen.
***
Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)
In October, 2007, I explored “speed” with 9 and 10 year old students in my daughter’s class. My intention was to make the students open their inherent “wisdom” box to explore the world around them. Even though it was the first such lesson, I felt that similar exposures have the potential to sow the "seed of inquisitiveness” in these students, just the way it was sown in my mind, when I was 9 years old.
My first science fair
When I was 9 years old, I saw "something so interesting" in my first science fair, that it left a lifelong impact on my mind.
That science fair had been put up by middle school students in the largest room of my small school. The students who had set up “that interesting” project were 2 girls. I knew one of those girls very well as she was my friend’s elder sister.
On that fateful day, I was drifting along with all the other students of my class slowly along a long line. The middle school students were explaining what they were exhibiting in their projects.
Since I was very comfortable with my friend’s sister, while continuing to look at the 3-D display I kept on asking her questions, one after another.
On one side, that display showed how people can irrigate their fields by using water from the well. On the other side it displayed how, when the same water was made to fall on a turbine, it rotated and generated electricity. That simple layout of plastic 2 inches tall “toy-farmer”, hand colored “brown brick well”, “blue colored water” on the base is still fresh in my memory. I clearly remember that it depicted an example of consuming electricity by showing 4 inches tall “street lights” standing on either side of the gray colored “streets” (marked on the base of the display). That complete display which was contained on a 12” x 24” cardboard base spoke volumes to me that day.
While I was bombarding questions, I noticed that all the students behind me had walked way ahead, admiring the colors, working demonstrations and the projects of other exhibitors. I knew I was getting late to catch up with them, but I could not stop myself from asking more and more questions (with my eyes continuously glued on that display). I think those two girls from middle school got tired of answering my endless questions and reminded me that I better catch up with my classmates. I saw my friend’s sister plucking a little toy from her display and offering it to me (as a little gift) just before I ran to catch up with my classmates.
That day I did not get to see any of the other projects, but I felt I did not really miss anything. That simple project (about generation of electricity from water) had sown the seed of inquiry within me.
Pursuing Physics
In the next few years, I realized that I really enjoyed studying Math, Physics and some parts of Chemistry. Whether, the teacher who taught Physics was good, OK, or very bad, it did not matter to me.
On the other hand, I used to feel sorry for some of my friends who were not comfortable with Physics. Finding them at unease, I would try to explain them that Physics is one of the simplest and most fascinating subjects and is not at all scary and complex. But at that stage my words did not help them, and I helplessly watched them losing interest in Physics at the middle school.
Back then, I knew it for sure that the science fairs, the 3-D displays, the demonstrations and the textbook are not sufficient to draw all the students towards Physics, especially the average and the below average students. But back then, I did not know what could draw them to Physics.
I continued to pursue Physics, without any breaks, for almost next two decades; till I completed my Ph. D. from Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi.
Teaching Physics
After that I came to US and soon after started teaching Physics at the local university.
While teaching, I realized that most of my adult students had developed “fear” and a “closed mind” towards learning familiar-yet-semi-understood Laws of Physics in a new way. Most of them also lacked strong fundamentals and interest in the subject. Due to the curriculum constraints; I found myself teaching them how to solve complicated equations (following a textbook) and giving tests. I realized I was doing everything other than sharing my joy of learning Physics. I felt as if I were watering the leaves instead of roots.
I remembered my friends at school who had quit Physics after struggling with it in middle school and my helplessness.
It was around the same time that, I took some time “off paid work” to raise my new born son. During that period, I tried doing Physics activities, as a volunteering parent at my daughter’s private school(s) for grades K-8. My intention was that the students start exploring the laws of Physics while playing, that they using their inherent “wisdom” boxes to probe their surroundings.
It was during this period that I observed something astonishing. The simpler I made the topic and the lesser the number of gadgets I used, the more the students opened-up-their-own-selves to explore. Further, the students who were most active and probing were the youngest ones in elementary school rather than the ones in the middle school. I observed that the younger the kids the better they were as explorers.
The middle school students were visibly conscious and constrained in exploring magnets. They were started searching for the north and the south of the magnet (which, I had hidden with a tape). They wasted their time and energy in recalling their textbook knowledge.
On the other hand the younger kids simply had fun exploring a fountain erupting out of a test tube full of iron filings when a magnet was brought on its top. They were free of any pre-existing knowledge.
Even amongst all elementary school students, I noticed that age 9/10 is the “perfect” age when an average student has developed the “right combination of” of communication skills, self discipline and an open-ripe exploring mind to explore omnipresent laws of Physics.
Looking back it was co-incidentally the same age when I got hooked into Physics. So, I realized that “somehow” there is a big potential at this age. I felt that age 9/10 is a critical age when a student can either get into a subject or off a subject, depending on the teacher, parents, curriculum and his own inclination. Further, the inclination can be tailored; even if it is not there naturally. I had realized this purely by observing without reading any child psychology books or talking to the teachers at that grade level.
Watering the roots
Taking the next step in this direction (in October, 2007); I explored concept speed with 4th/5th graders; simply using bathroom rolls and chalk pieces. The bathroom rolls were used because they roll better on the carpet and are less distracting to the students. A detailed story about activity is at http://surrenderlistenandgive.blogspot.com/2007/10/exploring-speed-with-9-year-olds.html
Using bathroom rolls, the claps (for measuring time) and footsteps (for measuring distance) the students concluded that the faster speed implied
(a) less time was needed to cover a given distance and
(b) more distance was covered in a given time.
Without using any textbooks or equations had concluded the same inferences as are implied by the standard equation “speed = distance / time”.
It was a wonderful experience that day for me to able to make those 9 year old students grasp the concept of “speed” without using any equations, theory, demonstrations, gadgets or magic tricks. All they used, was their inherent “wisdom boxes”, things available and a little guidance.
When I saw the “new” twinkle in the student’s eyes while smiling, I felt that the “roots” had been watered.
Sowing the seed
By pursuing this teaching via exploration, I am hoping that a lot of students (like my friends at school) who hated Physics would start enjoying it. I am wishing that one day, all students (including the average and below average students) will start feeling comfortable with Physics and overcome fear of encountering “complicated equations” in middle and high schools.
Since I could clearly see a small preview of successful “tailoring of inclination” towards the subject at my daughter’s school; now, I know that learning Physics via exploring has the potential to draw students towards the subject.
This is in addition to the fact that nobody can be taught. However, a dedicated teacher, through guidance can provide pointers towards student’s (in grade4/5) inner wisdom at the level they can comprehend. After that the students will do the learning on their own, simply via exploring.
By learning to explore at school, the students would get interested in the subject and will be better prepared to encounter "complicated equations" in middle and high schools. This in turn would help them shoot through the college pre-requisite courses to pursue all technology related fields (including computer science and engineering) and in boosting their self confidence; which everyone understands are much-needed-fuels-to-boost-our-country's-economy. In the long term perspective, it is obvious that these students would significantly contribute in raising a next generation of exploring learners and better citizens of the world.
We all know that all significant ideas start off as a powerful thought of an individual, grows with support from few like minded people and blossoms into beautiful flowers appreciated by everyone. Along the same lines, “learning Physics via exploration” is a humble beginning for sowing-the-seed of-inquisitiveness in elementary school students; lest they should shut their minds off-Physics before hitting the middle school. Just the way it was sown inside me (in my first science fair).
Aspiration
Presently, I am aspiring to offer my knowledge of Physics, passion to teach and love to share the joy of learning Physics with elementary schools students (in grade 4 and 5) of our community; something that does not exist presently in their curriculum. For the simple reason, that the LAWS OF PHYSICS CAN BE LEARNT WITH LITTLE GUIDANCE AND MORE AWARENESS.
I understand that for this to happen in elementary schools, I need financial support and openness from parents/teachers/school authorities. Till the time, these elements get arranged I aspire to continue doing the same, in the schools I can and share these experiences wherever I can; incessantly.
This I aspire with a conviction that when one sends out a sincere intention, the universe arranges for it to happen.
***
Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Smiling Mantra
On that bright-sunny Saturday morning in mid February, 2008; my family in US was having a video conference with my family back in India. When my father inquired about my 9 year old daughter’s food and environmental allergies (from cashews, pistachios, and dust mites), we informed him that the allergies were diminishing. My daughter herself merrily told everyone about all the good foods she had started eating again. That conversation ended smilingly.
***
Since the weather was really good after a long spell of storm-rain-and-chilly days, I decided to help my daughter with her math homework at the park. She rode her bike (with her backpack), and I walked along with her. Together we reached the square wooden table in our lush green campus.
As she opened the book to “Finding Averages”, I found her rubbing the eyes. I got up, fixed her hair band (to keep her hair out of the eyes) and signaled her to start.
When she started reading the definition and the example, I noticed that her eyes had started watering. To keep some possible-invisible-irritants out of her hands, I helped her wash hands with the water.
Then I started explaining her how to solve the sample problem. But instead of solving the problem I saw her scratching herself.
A few minutes later, she got up from her seat, came and sat on my lap with her legs crossed behind my waist; hugging me tightly with her head buried inside my shoulder. I heard her saying (almost crying) that she was feeling extremely itchy.
In that moment, I knew something was wrong and immediately poured out 1 teaspoon of Benadryl from her emergency kit (which she was carrying, just by chance) to calm down her body.
We returned back to her homework. But I noticed that her reaction was continuously increasing. In that moment, it struck me that somehow, she had touched one her big allergens cashews or pistachios; perhaps from the table. I realized that her body needed another dose. Since I knew it would put her to sleep while standing, I decided to rush back home right then.
The moment we stepped inside home, I administered its second dose. I hurriedly washed her hands with soap, changed her clothes, and tucked her inside the bed.
Standing there, looking at her sleeping; I thanked God and took a deep breathe, realizing that she was out of danger.
I found myself in a state of shock, experiencing how things changed by 180 degrees in less than an hour. In that fearful moment, for the very first time I registered the meaning of the often heard-read-and-spoken phrase, “Life is unpredictable”.
***
I trudged down the steps with an increased sense of fear. My heavy body wanted to crash, but I knew I could not sit down unless I had washed each and every thing she had touched (to prevent the recurrence of such a reaction).
In that confused state of mind I washed the bike handle, the helmet, and the door knob with a wet cloth. Next, I emptied her backpack (holding it upside down) and put it on top of the pile of her clothes to be washed.
Tearing away the pages from her notebook, I felt my heart tearing apart with the question “Why on earth do these reactions happen only to my daughter?”
I felt my tears rolling down my cheeks while turning on the water tap with a tissue paper and washing her pencils in running water. I found myself contemplating about my decision to take her to the park.
Wiping the thick pages of her Math book with a fresh damp cloth, I heard my scared mind speak aloud. It was warning me that she can get such a reaction even while coming down the slide or doing the monkey bars in the park. Therefore (for her safety), perhaps I should keep her inside home.
When I was finally washing my hands with soap, I heard the garage open. I overheard my husband and son walking in cheerfully. In my fearful voice I shared with them, all that had happened while they were gone.
Since, I was feeling very depressed and wished to be left alone with my sleeping daughter; I asked them to attend the send-off party of our neighbor. After a few arguments (between me and my husband), I reluctantly yielded to the decision that I will go to the party once they were back.
***
Once they left, instead of going in for a shower (to get ready for the party) I found my drained body dragging me towards the bed.
I lay down next to my sleeping daughter with silent-continuous tears streaming out of my eyes. I started praying with my eyes shut tight. I sensed my palms placed (facing down) on my belly rising high and low with each passing breath.
In that quiet-and-still moment, when I could even hear the birds chirping outside the closed windows, I heard from within, “Everything happens for good, even if the good is not visible in that moment.” As soon as I heard these golden word, I saw my thoughts taking a U-turn and I continued to pray.
The next thought that surfaced was that of a handicapped child confined to his wheelchair in the park; something I had casually witnessed a few weeks ago. I remembered his smiling face while watching other kids running around. Then I zoomed into that extremely cheerful smile on his mothers face. In that heart warming moment, I realized that there are so many mothers in this world who are dealing with bigger problems (than mine) each day without complaining or being fearful. I heard myself say, “I am luckier than so many parents.” and sensed my hands wiping off my last-set-of-tears involuntarily.
Then , I heard myself saying that whatever happened had to happen. The best thing was that I was there with her and did all I could to prevent the reaction from escalating. Therefore, I will not stop my daughter from going to the playground or the park. But, I will make sure that she carries her emergency kit everywhere.
With similar positive thoughts rising up, I realized that it is only ‘this present moment’ I have in hand, nothing else. A moment in which, I can either choose to complain-brood-and-feel-insecure or enjoy-and-feel-secure-trusting-the-supreme-power.
Feeling recharged with those secure thoughts, I rose out of the bed smilingly. My body was no longer heavy and I felt like dancing.
In that joyous moment, I brought out a brand new heavy suit (salwar-kameez) and my favorite-yet-always-kept-away-for-a-very-special-occasion jewelry set to wear at my neighbor’s send-off party. Even though, I was aware that this was not a special occasion. But, I chose that outfit simply because I had realized I may never get a chance to wear it.
***
Ever since that day, I have started appreciating the importance of each moment. Now, I find myself smiling swaying to the beats of a cheerful song while driving even when I am stuck in the peak-hour traffic jam.
Now, my mantra for smiling is, “Since, this is the only moment I have available. Therefore, dig the good out of it even if it appears to be not-so-good."
***
Since the weather was really good after a long spell of storm-rain-and-chilly days, I decided to help my daughter with her math homework at the park. She rode her bike (with her backpack), and I walked along with her. Together we reached the square wooden table in our lush green campus.
As she opened the book to “Finding Averages”, I found her rubbing the eyes. I got up, fixed her hair band (to keep her hair out of the eyes) and signaled her to start.
When she started reading the definition and the example, I noticed that her eyes had started watering. To keep some possible-invisible-irritants out of her hands, I helped her wash hands with the water.
Then I started explaining her how to solve the sample problem. But instead of solving the problem I saw her scratching herself.
A few minutes later, she got up from her seat, came and sat on my lap with her legs crossed behind my waist; hugging me tightly with her head buried inside my shoulder. I heard her saying (almost crying) that she was feeling extremely itchy.
In that moment, I knew something was wrong and immediately poured out 1 teaspoon of Benadryl from her emergency kit (which she was carrying, just by chance) to calm down her body.
We returned back to her homework. But I noticed that her reaction was continuously increasing. In that moment, it struck me that somehow, she had touched one her big allergens cashews or pistachios; perhaps from the table. I realized that her body needed another dose. Since I knew it would put her to sleep while standing, I decided to rush back home right then.
The moment we stepped inside home, I administered its second dose. I hurriedly washed her hands with soap, changed her clothes, and tucked her inside the bed.
Standing there, looking at her sleeping; I thanked God and took a deep breathe, realizing that she was out of danger.
I found myself in a state of shock, experiencing how things changed by 180 degrees in less than an hour. In that fearful moment, for the very first time I registered the meaning of the often heard-read-and-spoken phrase, “Life is unpredictable”.
***
I trudged down the steps with an increased sense of fear. My heavy body wanted to crash, but I knew I could not sit down unless I had washed each and every thing she had touched (to prevent the recurrence of such a reaction).
In that confused state of mind I washed the bike handle, the helmet, and the door knob with a wet cloth. Next, I emptied her backpack (holding it upside down) and put it on top of the pile of her clothes to be washed.
Tearing away the pages from her notebook, I felt my heart tearing apart with the question “Why on earth do these reactions happen only to my daughter?”
I felt my tears rolling down my cheeks while turning on the water tap with a tissue paper and washing her pencils in running water. I found myself contemplating about my decision to take her to the park.
Wiping the thick pages of her Math book with a fresh damp cloth, I heard my scared mind speak aloud. It was warning me that she can get such a reaction even while coming down the slide or doing the monkey bars in the park. Therefore (for her safety), perhaps I should keep her inside home.
When I was finally washing my hands with soap, I heard the garage open. I overheard my husband and son walking in cheerfully. In my fearful voice I shared with them, all that had happened while they were gone.
Since, I was feeling very depressed and wished to be left alone with my sleeping daughter; I asked them to attend the send-off party of our neighbor. After a few arguments (between me and my husband), I reluctantly yielded to the decision that I will go to the party once they were back.
***
Once they left, instead of going in for a shower (to get ready for the party) I found my drained body dragging me towards the bed.
I lay down next to my sleeping daughter with silent-continuous tears streaming out of my eyes. I started praying with my eyes shut tight. I sensed my palms placed (facing down) on my belly rising high and low with each passing breath.
In that quiet-and-still moment, when I could even hear the birds chirping outside the closed windows, I heard from within, “Everything happens for good, even if the good is not visible in that moment.” As soon as I heard these golden word, I saw my thoughts taking a U-turn and I continued to pray.
The next thought that surfaced was that of a handicapped child confined to his wheelchair in the park; something I had casually witnessed a few weeks ago. I remembered his smiling face while watching other kids running around. Then I zoomed into that extremely cheerful smile on his mothers face. In that heart warming moment, I realized that there are so many mothers in this world who are dealing with bigger problems (than mine) each day without complaining or being fearful. I heard myself say, “I am luckier than so many parents.” and sensed my hands wiping off my last-set-of-tears involuntarily.
Then , I heard myself saying that whatever happened had to happen. The best thing was that I was there with her and did all I could to prevent the reaction from escalating. Therefore, I will not stop my daughter from going to the playground or the park. But, I will make sure that she carries her emergency kit everywhere.
With similar positive thoughts rising up, I realized that it is only ‘this present moment’ I have in hand, nothing else. A moment in which, I can either choose to complain-brood-and-feel-insecure or enjoy-and-feel-secure-trusting-the-supreme-power.
Feeling recharged with those secure thoughts, I rose out of the bed smilingly. My body was no longer heavy and I felt like dancing.
In that joyous moment, I brought out a brand new heavy suit (salwar-kameez) and my favorite-yet-always-kept-away-for-a-very-special-occasion jewelry set to wear at my neighbor’s send-off party. Even though, I was aware that this was not a special occasion. But, I chose that outfit simply because I had realized I may never get a chance to wear it.
***
Ever since that day, I have started appreciating the importance of each moment. Now, I find myself smiling swaying to the beats of a cheerful song while driving even when I am stuck in the peak-hour traffic jam.
Now, my mantra for smiling is, “Since, this is the only moment I have available. Therefore, dig the good out of it even if it appears to be not-so-good."
Sunday, May 18, 2008
How do I use signals from ego/spiritual planes?
How do I connect the two pictures (of my interactions with people) from the ego-plane and the spiritual-plane?
In my interactions with people, I realized that I sense certain uncomfortable messages while conversing from my ego-plane. Somewhere, I feel that the other person is hiding something and that is why I start feeling uncomfortable.
But when I revisit the same scene in spiritual plane, I see an absolutely different picture of the same conversation. I get to hear “what” and “why” the other person is hiding from me, the truth behind the conversation. But seeing everything in this spiritual-plane does not make me feel angry; for I feel so full of His love.
***
This morning, I woke up with the thought as to what is the use of these two pictures.
I heard that the two pictures are like the two views of a building.
The sensations I get in the ego-plane are like the front view of the building, e.g., showing how tall the building is.
On the other hand, the truths seen in spiritual plane are like the top view from a bird’s eye. It shows the top structure and the periphery around the building, e.g., the roof top balcony and the green pastures surrounding the building.
However, for a 3-D model both are needed to depict the complete picture. Either one (front view or top view) is incomplete, as it gives only the 2-D view.
***
Similarly, I feel that all these years, I could only get the ego-plane picture. But, now, that I am blessed to have the spiritual-plane picture. The wisest thing for me to do is to precisely put the two sets of information together and based on that, interact with other people.
I know that if I interact with ego-plane sensations, I land up feeling uncomfortable. On the other hand, when I interact with spiritual plane feelings I land up excusing all people and nothing bothers me. However, the problem comes up because my excusing other people does not change the other person’s intentions and behavior. And I land up getting into bigger messes and more hurt.
So, the smartest conclusion is to find balance. I use my ego-plane sensations to register what is going on. But use my spiritual-plane sights to calm myself down, to forgive people for what they are doing. However, the biggest lesson is to stay alert for I know they are what they are. They will not change their ways of thinking/acting, just because I wish them to change; this I need to remember always. The other person will change when his time will come and he will start introspection.
As a result, I need to use the readings from each plane in a good balance, to retain my state of calmness.
For this, if possible have minimum interaction with people who cause chaos.
If for some reasons, the interactions cannot be minimized; remember from the spiritual-plane feeling what they truly are. Then interact with them holding God’s hand, feeling God’s presence and staying with God. In other words start being in Constant Remembrance, for it surely helps.
In my interactions with people, I realized that I sense certain uncomfortable messages while conversing from my ego-plane. Somewhere, I feel that the other person is hiding something and that is why I start feeling uncomfortable.
But when I revisit the same scene in spiritual plane, I see an absolutely different picture of the same conversation. I get to hear “what” and “why” the other person is hiding from me, the truth behind the conversation. But seeing everything in this spiritual-plane does not make me feel angry; for I feel so full of His love.
***
This morning, I woke up with the thought as to what is the use of these two pictures.
I heard that the two pictures are like the two views of a building.
The sensations I get in the ego-plane are like the front view of the building, e.g., showing how tall the building is.
On the other hand, the truths seen in spiritual plane are like the top view from a bird’s eye. It shows the top structure and the periphery around the building, e.g., the roof top balcony and the green pastures surrounding the building.
However, for a 3-D model both are needed to depict the complete picture. Either one (front view or top view) is incomplete, as it gives only the 2-D view.
***
Similarly, I feel that all these years, I could only get the ego-plane picture. But, now, that I am blessed to have the spiritual-plane picture. The wisest thing for me to do is to precisely put the two sets of information together and based on that, interact with other people.
I know that if I interact with ego-plane sensations, I land up feeling uncomfortable. On the other hand, when I interact with spiritual plane feelings I land up excusing all people and nothing bothers me. However, the problem comes up because my excusing other people does not change the other person’s intentions and behavior. And I land up getting into bigger messes and more hurt.
So, the smartest conclusion is to find balance. I use my ego-plane sensations to register what is going on. But use my spiritual-plane sights to calm myself down, to forgive people for what they are doing. However, the biggest lesson is to stay alert for I know they are what they are. They will not change their ways of thinking/acting, just because I wish them to change; this I need to remember always. The other person will change when his time will come and he will start introspection.
As a result, I need to use the readings from each plane in a good balance, to retain my state of calmness.
For this, if possible have minimum interaction with people who cause chaos.
If for some reasons, the interactions cannot be minimized; remember from the spiritual-plane feeling what they truly are. Then interact with them holding God’s hand, feeling God’s presence and staying with God. In other words start being in Constant Remembrance, for it surely helps.
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