At Satsang a friend shared this memory. He was under a lot of stress and was focusing on something that was really important to him at that time. His 8-year daughter must have felt his fragile mental state so she walked up to him and said, “draw with me!” He said every fiber in his body told him to keep working at that moment but there was a voice telling him to draw a picture with his daughter instead so he did. As they were drawing he suddenly felt like singing and so did his daughter. As they were sitting there together there was so much love suddenly that he felt the significance of whatever occupied his mind before burning in his loving heart energy.
I had this experience this year as well, the heart as an incinerator burning the impurities of life away.
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