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On the Naqshbandi Principle of Conscious Breathing

To breathe consciously is to recall one’s place in the universe. It is to sedate the wriggling ego which pokes and scratches, seeking to induce frustration by distancing one from what one knows. Conscious breathing slows the universe down to a walking pace, buying time for deliberate action rooted in Reality, replacing mindless conduct guided by expediency. Satan loves that which is frantic. There is no interaction but that it is with Him. His Presence encompasses the entirety of existence. The script you have written for yourself is of no consequence, and is written according to your myopic, misguided interpretation of the universe. Hence, the unwillingness of existence to conform to your wishes is not to be lamented. It is to be celebrated. His Plan is ordered according to His Eternal knowledge. Your plan is rooted in what you want. He is guiding your life in the direction it needs to move in order for you to know Him. His Actions are designed neither to punish nor destroy, but rather to nurture and awaken. Life is at it is supposed to be. His Loving Decree is being executed at every moment, moved by His Desire to be known. You can experience the gentle embrace that is His Remembrance in any experience by choosing to be conscious of Him, and see things as they truly are. By remembering the Almighty in every breath, each action, word, thought, and deed is both deliberate and conscious. One ceases to resist the unconquerable force of His Will, and celebrates playing one’s part in the Divine Theatre, dancing to the Divine Concerto, taking one’s place in the natural order.

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