Speak the Truth, Don’t Get Angry, Part One….

Rohini Reflections, Stories and Occasions, Uncategorized

Baba used to tell the story of Dronacharya and Yudhisthira. Dronacharya was the teacher to the Pandavas. One day, Dronacharya told his students, “Speak the truth, don’t get angry. I want you to go home, learn this, and come back.” The next day, everyone came back, and each one could recite the statement except for Yudhisthira, who said, “I understand …

From hate to Love….

Rohini Love, Reflections, Uncategorized

I have spent the last three years encouraging people to own, master and transcend their hate. This has been an uphill battle. At the beginning of this period, one person left. In one class, I gave everyone permission to hate; he was the most resistant and therefore the one most filled with hate. I called him out and said it …

Stand Firm by Surrendering….

Rohini Practicing, Reflections, Uncategorized

Practice requires us to actually practice. And because this practice is internal, there is no place where practice is not appropriate. And yet, we decide when and where and how to practice. More insidious than this willfulness is our tendency to misunderstand what practice is. From the standpoint of the three gunas, our understanding of sādhana is determined by which …

Victimhood: the Way of the World….

Rohini Power and Hate, Reflections, Uncategorized

This is going to be the final blog in this series. I want to address something that is going to be uncomfortable for many readers: attachment to victimhood. This subject can be raw, and it can trip a wire that may bother people who have not faced that attachment in themselves. It is crucial to recognize that I am using …

Drawing Out the Poison….

Rohini Power and Hate, Reflections, Uncategorized

Hate is so mundane. Last week, I wrote that in order to hate we have to maintain the small self, and in order to maintain the small self we have to hate. Everyone has hate; everyone uses it and everyone is motivated by it. This hate is the first and most important distortion of Love. Everything we do comes from …