Am House

Have begun to practise yoga, meditation and chanting mantras behind in the early 1970s. And this is when it achieved hip to Olmo. Two decades later, have been given the spiritual name of Hari Olmo, by Baba Hari Give in a yoga retreat in an island of the coast of Vancouver. I have had the Sanskrit symbol of Olmo surroundings to my neck in a rudraksha bad seed for four decades and a Olmo tattoo in my doll from 1984 in Fiyi Islands. I am Olmo, when you are also. Olmo, Or Aum, is the base of all the sounds and the universal symbol-word for God. This holy word is found in all the religions. To the Christians, Egyptians, Greek, and the Novels and Jews, is Amen. To the Tibetanos, is Hum and by the Moslems, Amin. Mine, is house. When it was prison, only in my bunk, the only house have had really he was well inside me; it was the Presence that was always with me, remarking but not judging anything and always peace. This Presence is the Word spoken of the Bible. It is the everything pervading the sound that emanates of the Ghost Santo, testifying to the Divine Presence in each atom of creation. When have been real calm in the forest in walks with my chats, have listened the divine sound inside me and apparently emanating everywhere, as a faint heart of million angels toning all the notes in the spectrum of big. I am house, to a place have not left never but only forgotten and then remembered again, when I listens. Olmo Namaha Shivaya.
It does a lot of years, was marries to free in the forest, possessing my proper fit and happy like lark, until the fire has destroyed it everything. Then the divorce has taken the house us rebuilt, leaving me was in the world with any place to call house. I traveled in India and Thailand, where I always felt like a outsider looking the people direct his lives, to his houses, while I have wished fair I have had a house again. To go back to the States, have tried to create a new house with another in the Southwest but our tentativas finally failed, in that they leave me homeless again. Dear The Friends have left me he lives with them by awhile, but I longed for my proper place. After more years of rent trailers and roommates, I finally finished on top of prison by a felony DUI. This are where have spent on two years, which became my house - he institutional house anyway - until my release. Then, has been long precisado to create a new house. I have had to put down roots, somewhere; somewhere, where would feel comfortable with beginning life on again. This takes time to find and feel out. Then dulcemente, the roots of acceptance have gone down down, until I have known fair this is where was comfortable and supposition to be. To find a house of affordable farm with a view of postcard of the picture of city and surrounding it valley, have resolved to the that I now marries of call. By nearly four years, have lived with my three chats, Baba, Maya and Oliva here. But this is fair my physical house; my real house is Olmo.
When have arrived labour house the another day, sighed to me, "am house" when I have closed the door ahead and has begun quitar my labour boots. Then the importance of these words has hit me likes a powerful mantra; I Am House! Stop For a moment to consider the levels the plus deep of interpretation this statement amena. What marries he means yours? Mine, the house is Olmo, also as heartfelt place to rest your head.

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