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Open the gates of wisdom.  Tear the veil of ignorance.  Enter the abode of bliss and rest in peace for ever.

If you cannot find God in the world, you cannot find Him in the Himalayan Caves.

The elimination of ego is the sole condition of Self-realization

To be lifeless and cowardly is not your nature, for in you lives God who is the Omnipotent and Omniscient.

Pride is a sin.  Identification with the body is a sin.  Selfishness is a sin.  Ignorance is the greatest of all sins.

Guirudev Sri Swami Sivananda.  Elixir Divine.  Devine Life Society Publication.  Himalayas, India.  1994.

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