One Simple Action for Bliss Transform Your Life Now- Sadhguru Spiritual Teacher 

Stop mixing back ground music. It is irritating. We want to focus on what sadguru is saying.

Here comes the judge: here comes the judge: rise to rise to rise to attention now. He is the black drummer: he is the silver coloured examiner of all things through the deadness of the night. He’s a razors edge, and is the lightening on a pitch black night. He is so eternally impatient that he waits an eternity for precisely what he wants, which is perfect judgement. He is so impatient with the imperfect that he waits an eternity for perfection, but that is not patience. This is why he drums and drums and drums. I wonder who this drummer IS? I know who to ask, hang on... I’m channelling Mother Nature for you: “Hey, I beat the beat, you eat the beat, then beat the beat, I beat the beat right, I beat the beat tight: I beat the beat boss so betray me and die/ I am the bobcat and the elephant: I am the night and her unconscious fist: I have your head locked in between my thighs: I’ll turn you gunners into daffodils.” So she beats the beat boss! She is the drummer of the drummer. Betray her and die! PS, the only reason you unconsciously created civilization is that you were unconsciously recreating the womb through your actions, which is the nirvana principle of total environmental non-violence or equanimity. But instead we created office furniture and spectacles and need electric shocks like coffee and donald trump to keep us awake. Woops Oops I erupted as a cry of terror which opened my eyes, and I saw a red world. I had to find food and run from predators. I was scared and sometimes would become enraged by another animals. It was all about finding food and the confused gropings of love making which at first felt like an illness I needed to understand. But then I got stronger and wiser and the world turned orange. I was becoming a successful forager and hunter and would play with my animal siblings and sought a mate with passion and interest for the first time. And then I was a successful breeder and the world turned yellow, and I would fight for my place at the top of the hierarchy and compete with all those of the same gender as me. And then when I was at the top of the hierarchy and leading the pack, I felt peace and joy, and my world turned green, and I melted into Mother Earth. My world was the happenings in the forest and I was a happening in the forest so everything was one. And then I had to sing for joy and my world turned turquoise, and songs filled the air and paintings filled the cave and words started to spring out of my mouth magically and spontaneously. These were the workings of the free animal spirits inside of me. And then when my brain begun to understand all these creative voices and songs and sounds and images of spirit all whispering over each other and the world became blue, as I began to understand what this magical animal was, which was me, and the thing inside of me which is above all clouds and beneath all seas. But then my brain started to try and act purposely and towards goals with all this insight, and made infinite mistakes that made the blue world go purple. And then I saw the sadness and the dark night, and heard the voices of the dead and the silent messages of the angels. I was lost in the spirit world and couldn't remember the Great Mother of all things: I longed for her in my sleep and in my waking. And then everything went black. The sky cracked like an egg. Out of it came a golden sun which she threw out into the night. It filled the Universe with daylight, and it was God everywhere and nowhere. We called this an explosion of love. And I remember that we estranged ourselves from ourselves to create the passion of existence we called life: that is the secret of male and female, and all antimonies of being such as good and evil, intellectual and emotional. They in some way long for each other. Evil longs to possess the good, and find extinction within it - and the good longs to understand the evil, so as to put it away within itself. This is redemption. The good descends and loses all to come to Earth and understand evil: evil ascends to it's highest peak in order to meet the good and gain understanding and resolution from it. This is the descending and ascending movements of spirit, and each of us are that. We are, as a human body, not just the meeting point of the entire Universe, but many intersecting meeting points of the entire Universe. Our body is the whole Universe coming together to act in, through and as you. The mind is the whole Universe understanding the body and it's Mother, which is the Earth and the rest of the physical Universe. The Heart is the whole Universe protecting and maintaining the body and life in order to reconcile mind and nature, to understand or at least mitigate and smooth over it's conflicting movements which it seeks to reconcile through the intelligence born of this understanding. And the ego is the whole social consciousness of humanity through a particular culture into a particular brain. There are only Universal centres of consciousness within us, Universal principles, but they meet in a particular place in a particular circumstance called you. insofar as you become whole, unified and one with all things, you are the Universe on it's long journey back from the frightened animal to a connection with the whole Universe, which is the original and ultimate self of all selves. And only this Universe has the wisdom, power and love to heal an animal, a human or the whole entire Earth, who has laboured eons to produce us. And then I began having DNA. It only makes proteins. How can a bunch of proteins create a sex life, a mind, a boy dancing, a girl playing the violin, a drug addict writing the best music in the world, while rebels write the best poetry in the world, the bliss of extinction, i.e. the bliss of enlightenment, and the disease process of civilization? The DNA is just typing. We are thinking, seeing, feeling, spiritual beings. And you call me psychotic even though you live in a fictional reality composed of recently and culturally relative inventions called human words. That is your reality - words. That is your world - words. That is your life - words. That is your self - words. That is your books and your science - words. That is your whole sense of reality - words, and you call me psychotic. If I’m psychotic then all creatures of nature are psychotic and Mother Nature must be one big psychosis or mushroom trip. Perhaps you’re right, in which case, an orgasm is psychotic. And so are flowers. Anyway. We had a nice day. We visited the morgue and laughed at skulls with the flowers on them. We creaked away again in our wardrobes and double glazing to go to Walmart and watch television again. And that was like our grandma. She was talking one moment and then that’s it - she was switched off like a TV. So she met death yesterday. I can confirm it is a life system, or a consciousness, or a spirit, or whatever you want to call it. Death is like anaesthetised air - like chloroform, like the urban sprawl. It is like modern architecture - it softly mortifies, softly kills, but usually from within, rather then out, in the dull complacency of ego resigned to a mechanical life. In this state it does not go forward but at length wears the organism and the spirit down. This is ordinary, casual death. Becoming death is like becoming the hot air in the office rising through the air vent. The air is artificial and dry, dead if you like, but it feels soft - but please: not feeling feels soft - brain dying feels soft. If it rustled through some dead dry leaves and made that crackling sound I’d say I would be their, in the vacuum of that sound. If it infused and invaded and anaesthetised a society and a mind and prevented any further creative development I would say I'd be there, in the vacuum of that void. It has already taken the social-historical totality, which was itself a life system, and injected it’s fatal narcotic into its veins and killed the total organism which is now breaking down and canabolizing itself in the most energy efficient way possible - such is death. But it all began with the cry of terror. The cry of terror became the word for terror, the name for terror, but at first the word for terror WAS terror, it’s very cry. But then words became petrified cries. All of language are the petrified yearnings and the laughter and the cries of once free spirit. Anger is the very boiling of this spirit and injects it’s black milk, it’s boiling and dissolving rage, back into language. Free the spirit and listen to the moans and groans of spirit so that they can find peace through your own understanding of them. Become free, life - and then, through learning, become free life, which is perfectly free, without injury, which is golden and green light, exactly like sunlight falling through the leaves. Because there are no coincidences. The blue river flows and dissolves all things of time.