Chiti Anand

@bryan_johnson perhaps liberation from the 'imprisonment of identity' is true blissful immortality? 🌻

The strongest case against me is that I've built an identity around not dying so completely that I can no longer evaluate evidence that dying might be acceptable. If survival is the only framework, I have no way to test whether survival is worth it.

@DrSuneelDhand Thank you for your conscious reflection of medical masculinity. 🌹

Absolutely, and having no fear in standing up to people and telling the truth to power

embodied compassion of a timeless reflection miraculous conception of a divine incarnation unconditional glow towards friend or foe crucified by lost souls forgiveness He bestowed Gracing all paths a message of Love devoted life of Sacrifice compassionate Jesus Christ.✨ poetry penned in 2018 📝🕊️

@bryan_johnson perhaps self-sustainability and blissful 'immortality' also involves exploring 'conditioning around this story about yourself?' 🔵

Guys, I’m an idiot. All this time I’ve spent trying not to die, I had toxic turf in my backyard. Artificial turf contains crumb rubber infill made from recycled tires, which leaches chemicals including PFAS, heavy metals, and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons. These compounds are linked to hormone disruption, carcinogenicity, and systemic inflammation. I don’t know how I missed it. It makes me question my basic competence in life. What gets me is that I try so hard to survey the world of potential idiocy. Then I find out there’s a monument to idiocy sitting right in front of my face that I was blind to. I’m removing the turf, yet I’m still stuck with this seemingly unsolvable problem of how to not be an idiot.

I turn to His reflection as a devotee, navigating stories of pain, rage & grudges.

He saw only the Divine in All beings. even in the Ones causing Him harm. there were ‘no Others’ to blame. only ‘lost children’ who had forgotten their ‘Father.’ 🕊️ Jesus Christ is an embodiment of pure compassion, of pure Bhakti. 🌹🙏🏽

@subtlyakaash thank you for chitter chatter invitation, will be nice to connect and share stories. ☺️🌸

@chitisleela 💙 thanks for sharing! i'd love to hear more about your journey if that's alive for you

okay juices are flowing. mini-essay on realizing how bhakti (loving surrender/worship) exists within jnana (discerning what's real vs. what's not): so as i mentioned in the QT, i've always been drawn to the formless version of God. this God has no face. it's not Jesus, not Krishna, but to the God that's behind all the faces. i've experienced it briefly as a white light. i've heard some call it "the field" or the architecture of reality itself. and... i've felt insecure about this. i watch people i love move with this radiant devotional love – they meet Jesus, they weep, they're held. and i've wondered: why can't i do that? why can't i just fall in love with God the way they have? what's wrong with me? tonight, writing this whole tweet thread i realized: NOTHING. my path isn't devotion TO something. it's the recognition that everything already IS the thing. the shame, the doubt, the confusion, the beauty... all of it. and when i stop resisting any of it – when i truly allow what is here to be here – the quality of that spaciousness is LOVE. now... it's not a love i've generated. not a love i practiced. love that was already there, as the texture of awareness itself, the moment i stopped contracting away from what's present. from a vedantic perspective, this is jnana and bhakti fused at the root (!!!). let me explain: every time i allow a state, a feeling, even a thought, to be without fleeing, i'm saying: this too is God. this too is Brahman. see, that *is* worship! that is devotion to reality as it is, to what is here with me, in THIS moment – no matter how unsettling it is. and the thing i was insecure about – that i couldn't connect with people the way the devotional "saints" do – i was comparing their expression to my interior. their warmth to my doubt. but the love that comes through clear seeing, through the willingness to witness someone at the level of their actual structure and not flinch – that IS intimacy. it just appears different. this is how i've always operated. feature, not bug! there are people who hold you with loving warmth. and there are others who grant you the dignity of being seen. both are love. both are God meeting itself through different instruments. the difference is semantics. in this orientation, the jnana yoga path and bhakti yoga paths collapse. it was always one flowing river - not two.

@tcwpractice thank you for 'writing,' 🌸it is a stream of flowers🌸 ...that too, there is no One to understand, no One to be understood.

what discourages me from writing sometimes is that all that I can say is less than where it comes from every idea, every thought or concept has to leave the cozy warmth of stillness and un-manifestation in order to take form, it has to leave the uncreated and can only ever point out certain glimpses of the actual felt reality I'm trying to infuse my writing with as much un-created-ness as possible to catch the ones of you who know themselves already or who feel a certain itch to re-discover themselves it's about remembering those collectively who remembered themselves individually and helping those who will remember themselves during this life I'm aware of the pitfalls this way of expressing realization sets up but different kinds of goals require different kinds of language *looking at you newly realized non-dual internet guy* even within this post, there are so many angles to misunderstand me understanding is only possible once you at your core become all willing to understand giving yourself permission to fall back into yourself

this conditioning also impacts millions who submissively watch abuse take place. I sit with mothers who watch their husbands project anger onto the children and vice versa. I listen to children who quietly and fearfully watch their fathers yell at their mothers and vice versa. In fact there are endless family tales from around the world that all highlight the radical conditioning around the normalization of abuse; this globalized conditioning bred of patriarchal societies spirals into generational cycles that spins and spins until someOne says 'no more.' let this be your season of No More. ❤️

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Abuse is Not Normal. ❤️ …..but for millions it is. millions are conditioned to be ok with people mistreating them, taking advantage of them, abusing them mentally, physically. millions stay in abusive relationships due to childhood conditioning bound to trauma, religion, culture, society. these children often grow up to be high functioning intelligent adults with heightened levels of emotional sensitivity and distorted understandings of love, entangled in chronic cycles of abuse. as this is what seems normal to them…. and yet there is nothing normal about being mistreated, being verbally degraded or physically harmed. this is my compassionate plea to self reflect on what you are enduring, allowing, choosing. Abuse is Not Normal. ❤️

as the veil of maya clears a bit more, i am floored... by what i endured. by what i allowed, by what i chose, by what seemed 'normal to me.' so i need a minute... to be with myself.

@tcwpractice i suppose it’s all personal to some relative degree, impersonal only in theory it seems.

@chitisleela Silence is highly personal for me No better way to express who "I" am

sometime silence is the most loving gift to offer, not as an aversion, but because you can trust the vibration you are giving the other. ❤️

i like how you capture the 'all-allowing of the other...' that really matches my sentiment around Silence... which is often misunderstood, because conditioned mind receives silence as negative, punishment, aversion, personal. however there is an impersonal aspect to silence. a potent doctor. a space to hold weakness and joy. entire spectrum of duality. for everyone. yes. exactly. ❤️

@chitisleela silence is all-allowing of the other it holds the space for weakness as well as joy 😊🙏🏻

@tcwpractice this is peaceful. ☺️🌸

"I don't exist". I remember my mind based identity coming to this conclusion during a conversation I had with my cousin. This realization was accompanied by a weird electric feeling on one side of my brain. Physically and energetically it felt like something shifted or warped. Who or what remained is writing this post right now. It is what is referred to as pure consciousness or bare awareness. Openness, spaciousness, lightness, playfulness and lovingness. The names are many. Truth is one.

General surgery was one of my clinical rotations. which means I scrubbed in and assisted at the operating table in over 100 surgeries. Observing the detailed divine design of the human body through that lens... is a phenomena no chitter chatter can capture.