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Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness: The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist and Grandmother Forgot To Tell You!
Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness: The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist and Grandmother Forgot To Tell You!
Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness: The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist and Grandmother Forgot To Tell You!
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Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness: The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist and Grandmother Forgot To Tell You!

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TESTIMONIALS AND EXPERIENCES....

"Finally to relax...I'm waiting for my tears to stop falling... you got me to the core ma'am. Do you have any idea at all how much I adore you divine one, and how grateful I am to have this connection with you? And finally relax...... and finally relax..... and finally relax. It's been a long time getting to here. Let's go for some Italian gelato. You I love."--Bella

"Her spiritual philosophies are progressive yet have a folksy 'common sense' ring to them. (If you look around though, her revelations are anything BUT common.) I check Dvorah's site several times to soak it all in. This is the stuff we should have grown up with...but somehow never did. Parents and society don't teach it.” --Lisabeth

"Dvorahji is the best & she's right here--no schlepping to Katmandu required!
My teacher (now deceased) said that people always miss what is right in front of their little faces. he also said that if you're going to have a teacher, it should be a living one. Dvorahji has moved my butt right out of advaita mind games. Happiness has ensued:-)"--Irene

"I am very grateful to have connected with you via FB. Reading your comments every day, and reading other people's thoughts and experiences helps reinforce in a gentle, relaxing, joyful, magical and powerfully authentic way of being, how I truly am in this world."--Barbra

"You are like a breath of fresh air, as opposed to all the hot air and platitudes that appear on facebook. I can always sense you, I'm glad we're both on the planet at the same time! in love and light." --Jarvis

"hahaha, Jesus teaches difficult forgiveness, Dvorahji teaches we are forgiveness"
--Sean

"Dvorahji, you have such a unique way of looking at things... I love your outlook on everything, and it definitely gives people a new perspective."--Amber

"We love Dvorahji because she tells it like it is, not how it's ‘supposed’ to be!"
--Eilleen

"Thank you for bringing me closer to freedom, love and my Nature every day. Love you x "--Chandelle

"I see you as that vast vision Arjuna saw when Krishna opened his mouth..." --Ken

"Dearest Dvorahji, the first thing I look for in FB when I access it is your Loving Wisdom, which I always find Useful, to the point, Humorous and just plain works in my life...IS TRUTH. It helps me stay in my Nature. I feel truly blessed to receive this gift and to share your wisdom with others. I hope I'm blessed to meet you soon and give you a Big Grateful Heart-Full Hug! Love You!"--Marg

"Dearest divine D, Thank you for your insights, the wit and wisdom and the love you share in your postings. You are a treasure beyond words."--Betty

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Release dateMar 19, 2013
ISBN9781301793228
Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness: The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist and Grandmother Forgot To Tell You!
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Dvorahji (shutupguru)

Dvorah has an M.A. in Human Development and a B.A. in Early Childhood Education. She was a featured columnist for the Chicago Tribune Women News, and has hosted her own TV and radio shows on Enlightened parenting - and other radical topics in the field of human development.She has been teaching meditation, talking about personal freedom and causing trouble all over the “spiritual” United States for the past 33 years. DVORAH'S STORY: “I came to the United States on the General Moore, a ship that landed in New York Harbor 57 years ago. My father held me on his shoulders so I could see the Statue of Liberty holding her torch of hope and welcome. We were refugees from Nazi Germany, spared from the ovens and on our way to a distant uncle in Los Angeles, who was willing to take us in and offer us citizenship. I still remember the cheers when we finally hit shore. America! We were safe. "My mother ended up working as a line-man in a Cheetos factory, and my father, a tailor, made clothes for Lucille Ball. On Saturdays my Mom and I would go downtown to get colored blouses to match the skirts my Dad made, so I’d look well-dressed for school. "I remember being eight years old, sitting alone on the grass at Queen Anne Park in South Los Angeles (we lived in a ghetto), eating my lunch, when I noticed a dozen young black boys moving toward me. First they walked, then ran and then shouted. I froze. They encircled me, I couldn’t move. I tried to get up and one of them pushed me down again. Suddenly, a huge older black man dashed up, yelling at the young boys, ‘Leave her alone! You punks, get outta here!’ They scattered. I ran home. Saved again, but for what? ”One morning, my father woke me up, ‘Get up Dvorah, Your Mother is in the hospital.’ We rushed to the and my mother had died—a heart attack at 40. One day she’s making me breakfast before school, the next she’s gone. I looked for her in the streets of Los Angeles for years, only to discover she was really gone. But where did she go? That’s a question that stayed with me. How can someone be here one second, and gone the next? It was all like a dream. And then the eternal questions began. What’s it all about? Why am I here? How is it possible that a person, my mother could just disappear? ”Years went by, I rock ‘n’ rolled on the Dick Clark show, graduated high school still a virgin; and at nineteen married the first good-looking guy resembling Elvis. It was the 60’s. I remember riding my bike through Griffith Park listening to a hot local band called The Doors. I fell in love with Van Morrison. Then the LA riots came! I was huddled in my apartment pregnant at 20 with my first child. What was happening in my America. ”From that day on, I got involved. I marched for Civil Rights, singing ‘We shall Over Come’ at rallies until my throat was raw. I taught parents and preschoolers in East LA and Watts, while gunshots fired outside. I felt part of Martin Luther King’s vision, ‘I had a Dream’, and I was dedicated to making this a better World. My parents and I were not saved so we could eat apple pie and watch television. It had to be for a greater purpose. ”One day, at a picnic with my husband and three year-old son, I had a strong urge to leave immediately. ‘Come on, let’s pack up and go! It’s time to go home!’ I was so insistent that he got up, and we all walked toward the car when we heard a loud noise. We looked up and saw a car careening off the road and landing up-side-down exactly where we’d been sitting. Crazy! Unbelievable. And saved again./em> ”I went to San Francisco, left my son and husband for a couple of months and marched against the war. I hung out with the underground freedom fighters, hoping to change the world—it was in a mess, AGAIN! I had never done drugs, but one day a guy handed me a joint. ‘Go ahead, try it. It won’t hurt you.’ Why not, I thought. I took a couple of drags and fef drags and fell asleep. ”I woke up the next morning—and everything looked different. I walked to Haight-Ashbury Park, looked up at the trees and sky—and they were vibrating, sparkling, as was everything and everyone, including me. Things were not as they appeared to be. We were not solid. Everything blended. The Trees, the rocks, the people, my hand, we were all vibrating in unison. We were all ONE. ”I went back to the apartment I was staying in, and noticed a book on table. It was by Allan Watts called, This Is It! I took the next plane home to Los Angeles and learned to meditate. Dope was not my path—meditation was. I became a teacher of Transcendental Meditation. I wanted to know what was real and fair in a world that seemed so unreal and so unfair. For me the ticket was looking inside this body and mind—where else could I go for answers? ”I meditated for 30 years, teaching meditation all over the world. I Studied with some of the greatest Masters and Madmen—and still knew nothing. I talked the Advaita talk and cried the Bhakti prayer and had the usual spiritual answers about past lives, energy, consciousness etc. I had the rhetoric down. But I ‘knew’ nothing. This may have been It according to Allan Watts, but I wasn’t IT! ”And then, one day, a rainbow shinning through a window landed on top of my hand. I looked at all the colors—mesmerized in amazement. ‘How could something so unreal, look so real?’ It looked as if true colors were painted on my hand, and yet it was only a reflection. I felt a switch go off in my brain. This world is not as it appears to be. The ONENESS I’d experienced in Haight-Ashbury came flooding back. This division, this unhappiness in myself, and others, was like a mass hypnosis, an illusion, like the rainbow shinning on my hand. ”All I can say, is there is deep peace in the middle of this world that appears to be so chaotic, uncaring and random. There is deep knowledge that you can ONLY BE, and sounds so ridiculous and trite when you talk about it. Anyone Can Wake Up to their True Peaceful Enlightened Nature in the midst of heartbreak and confusion. That Possibility, that Invitation exists for Everyone. ”Now if a broken little girl, who came from the heart of Hell in Nazi Germany, can Awake to the Heart of Peace in America—I say anything is Possible.”

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    Shut Up! An Ancent Mantra For Complete Happiness - Dvorahji (shutupguru)

    !Shut Up!

    !Shut Up!

    An Ancient Mantra for Complete Happiness

    (The Simple Truth Your Guru, Therapist,

    And Grandmother Forgot to Tell You)

    Dvorah Adler

    Art of Living Foundation Books

    !Shut Up!

    An Ancient Mantra for Complete Happiness

    Copyright 2005 by Dvorah Adler

    Smashwords Edition

    Edited by Laura Weinberg, Michèle Krolik and Martina

    Straub

    Published by Art of Living Foundation

    ISBN: 978-1-885289-10-3

    Cover and book design: Andrew Behla and Dvorah Adler

    Front cover photo of Dvorah and inside photo of Sri Sri:

    Ron Weinberg

    Back cover photo: Melissa Weisfenning

    All Rights Reserved

    Printed in the United States of America

    No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in

    any form or by any means electronic or mechanical,

    including photocopying, recording, or by any information

    storage or retrieval system without the prior permission in

    writing from the publisher.

    Published by:

    Art of Living Foundation

    P.O. Box 50003

    Santa Barbara, California 93150-0003

    United States of America

    More products are available through:

    Art of Living Bookstore

    www.bookstore.artofliving.org

    Dedication

    I dedicate this writing and all that I am to

    that One who has brought me out of the confusion

    and misery of life, to Love, the sweet home

    that I Am. That One that is my very self, my very

    best friend, and most darling adorable Guru of

    my heart. I am That. He is That and plays in

    This like no other. He is truly a great mystery to

    me... I honestly just don’t get Him. All I can do

    is go deeply into That which has no face or name

    or feeling, and be at home with Him. But understand

    Him? Impossible!

    Darling, darling, darling Sri Sri, what can

    I ever say to you? In all adoration, I bow deeply

    to your vastness and sweetness of form. And in

    deep adoration and devotion, I often whisper

    your name, making faces in the mirror to amuse

    you. I love you, my most precious darling, dear

    One.

    Your darling, adorable Dvorah

    "The Master is like a window. There is a

    body and a frame. But through him you can get a

    glimpse of the infinite, the vast expansion of the

    sky. The highest flowering of divinity in manifest

    form."

    –Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

    Special Thanks...

    I want to thank my most adorable

    precious children, Todd, Torah and David, for

    being my inspiration and loves on this path of

    life... They’ve understood me like no one else,

    and have accepted, supported and chuckled

    lovingly at my outrageous, eccentric personality

    and hilarious antics.

    And of course, I’d like to thank my Art

    of Living family, who in His name, have always

    made me feel welcome. Thank you...

    "Silence is the totality of the mind. In it, the

    other disappears. Be quiet for awhile."

    –Sri Sri

    Contents

    Forward 13

    When Will It Get Better? 17

    Why Do I Make the Same Mistakes Over and Over

    Again? When Will I Ever Learn? 23

    After All My Meditations and Therapy,

    Why Am I Still So Angry? 27

    Why Can’t I Be More Loving? 31

    When Will I Get Rid of My Ego? 35

    Why Can’t I Serve More? I’m So Lazy. 39

    How Many Past Lives Have I Had, and

    How Many More Do I Need to Be Free? 43

    Where is My Soul Mate? 49

    When Will I Be Enlightened? 53

    Why Do I Need a Guru, and

    How Do I Know I’ve Found the Right One? 59

    Final Note 63

    Q & A

    The Nonsense That Keeps You Unhappy! 65

    Recommendations for Mind and Body 101

    13

    Forward

    My dear, adorable family of friends: I

    woke up this morning and had to write this

    book. It's because of my immense love and adoration

    for you that I can't keep this burning

    ancient secret inside of me any longer.

    Over time I see you unhappy, in pain, dissatisfied,

    complaining and regurgitating your

    latest psychological and spiritual catastrophe

    and I want to whisper the good news in your ear:

    "Please, darlings, please, relax. Breathe the fresh

    air that you are and please, please, sweet ones,

    relax." And when that doesn't work, I'd like to

    breathe the truth that you are into your pores, so

    that it floods your system with the sweetness of

    love and you finally come to rest in the arms of

    yourself.

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