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YOU ARE PRECIOUS

There once was a woman who owned a precious piece of jewelry. One day she woke up and could not find it. Believing her prized possession to be lost or stolen, she dashed about in frantic search, questioning everyone, until finally reminded by a dear friend she was wearing it around her neck. (The woman must have forgotten to take it off the night before - has this ever happened to you?) Breathing a sigh of utmost relief, she realized she created her own anxiety of loss and then her own pleasure of gain, although the true reality had gone unchanged - her heart's prize was with her all along.

Similarly, the Self (God) is there whether you search for it or not. Just as the woman felt fulfilled as if regaining the lost necklace were something new, so also the removal of ignorance and the cessation of false identification with the mind and body reveal the Self which is eternally existing. This is called Self-realization, enlightenment, liberation, etc. But realization is not new. It amounts to elimination of ignorance and nothing more. There can be no liberation without bondage, and the truth is you are always free.
A group of ten foolish men once traveled across a river. On reaching the other side they wanted to make sure if all of them were safe after the adventure. Each one counted the nine others and left out himself. The whole company thought that the tenth of their group was lost and began to despair. A kind wayfarer enquired of them the cause of their weeping, and at once recognized their foolish mistake. In order to make them understand the error of their ways, he made them pass before him in file and struck each one of them as they passed, making them count ten strokes in all, and thus discovered the tenth man.

You already are what you seek.

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