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Understanding Human Thought from a Higher Degree

There is nothing else in nature besides a thought. It works above space and time, with no delay. The thought is the uppermost force of human nature, that is, all is scrutinized in the thought. We too exist in a thought: we feel through our vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. We experience a world with galaxies and stars. It is all through our senses and thoughts. There is nothing more than thoughts.

Thoughts come to a person from the thought of creation, which includes everything and everyone. Thus, you have control over them. In fact, you do not control anything else in nature, only your thoughts.

Everything is scrutinized in thought. To change your thought means to change your attitude toward creation, which is expressed through people and all those things that stimulate you. This is the way to reach a correction, which is indeed all we want—to be just like nature—drawn to balance. You also want to be in balance with all parts of nature, including matter, plants and animals. Balance means love.

Does a kabbalist control his thoughts? A kabbalist tries to be aligned with nature by annulling his ego, allowing nature, which is the Creator or the general force of nature, to use them correctly. A person adds the force of his free choice to nature and then he truly exists in a good and balanced way.See less

Source: video by Dr. Michael Laitman Face Book playlist

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Autumn, by Thomas Hood

I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
    Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Where are the songs of Summer?—With the sun,
Oping the dusky eyelids of the south,
Till shade and silence waken up as one,
And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.
Where are the merry birds?—Away, away,
On panting wings through the inclement skies,
            Lest owls should prey
            Undazzled at noonday,
And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.

Where are the blooms of Summer?—In the west,
Blushing their last to the last sunny hours,
When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest
Like tearful Proserpine, snatch’d from her flow’rs
            To a most gloomy breast.
Where is the pride of Summer,—the green prime,—
The many, many leaves all twinkling?—Three
On the moss’d elm; three on the naked lime
Trembling,—and one upon the old oak-tree!
    Where is the Dryad’s immortality?—
Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew,
Or wearing the long gloomy Winter through
    In the smooth holly’s green eternity.

The squirrel gloats on his accomplish’d hoard,
The ants have brimm’d their garners with ripe grain,
        And honey bees have stored
The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells;
The swallows all have wing’d across the main;
But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,
        And sighs her tearful spells
Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.
            Alone, alone,
            Upon a mossy stone,
She sits and reckons up the dead and gone
With the last leaves for a love-rosary,
Whilst all the wither’d world looks drearily,
Like a dim picture of the drowned past
In the hush’d mind’s mysterious far away,
Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last
Into that distance, gray upon the gray.

O go and sit with her, and be o’ershaded
Under the languid downfall of her hair:
She wears a coronal of flowers faded
Upon her forehead, and a face of care;—
There is enough of wither’d everywhere
To make her bower,—and enough of gloom;
There is enough of sadness to invite,
If only for the rose that died, whose doom
Is Beauty’s,—she that with the living bloom
Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light:
There is enough of sorrowing, and quite
Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear,—
Enough of chilly droppings for her bowl;
Enough of fear and shadowy despair,
To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!

Baal Shem Tov – Quote

“Nothing is by chance: every single event or experience in a person’s life is predetermined and purposeful. So if a person chances to witness the degradation of his fellow, he must realize that he, too, suffers from the same lack in one form or another. Otherwise, why would Divine Providence have caused him to see his fellow’s failing? Obviously, to open his eyes to something he must correct in himself.

So even if one is your enemy, and justifiably so; even if his moral and spiritual downfall is one of his own making – it could have happened without your having been made aware of it. That you have witnessed it has nothing to do with him: it is a message to you, enjoining you to deal with a similar negative element – be it in subtlest of forms – within yourself.”

Baal Shem Tov (1698-1760)