Judge Nothing

Judging nothing is the way to enlightenment. When the mind drops its ideas about how things should be, and accepts what is as it is, then you start experiencing a great liberation inside. This amazing freedom from judgment happens when you are not attached to any particular thought. You are experiencing thoughts flowing through you, yet not clinging to them. Your life then becomes a journey of letting go of the small limited self who was wrapped up in ideas, and begins stepping into the vast boundless unlimited potentiality of who you truly are. The day all your judging drops, total inner peace floods in and a wave of healing and deeper relaxation expands out into the world.
A very interesting thing happens when you stop judging yourself, others or the world. You start feeling at liberty to explore, experience and merge with everything life has to offer. There is no more defending, avoiding and protecting against those bad things “out there” because you see that everything is Divinely orchestrated. Have you ever watched someone receive a loving healing massage? The longer you watch, the more your body will give in, relax inside and feels as though it’s receiving the massage! What you focus on is what you become. Once you truly know this you will not judge yourself or another again. You will only choose to see the Divine. If all you perceived in this world was enlightening and liberating, then guess what starts happening in your inner world? Exactly! The mind’s ideas of right and wrong are not opposites in this Universe, they are complimentaries. One depends on the other to exist. Yet, whenever you can free your mind from both sides of the pendulum of morality, your entire reality shifts causing everything to gently expand.

 🙏🏻🙏🏻DAYA NAIR 

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