When the seven colours of the spectrum come together, the effect is 'no colour'; when they stand apart, the seven colours can be separately identified. The betel nut is brown, betel leaf is green and the chunnam (slaked lime) is white, but when you chew these three together, your tongue becomes red. 
When the three blades of a ceiling fan revolve fast enough and no blade is separately noticeable, they give cool comfort. So too only when the different qualities of Sathwa, Rajas and Tamas are unrecognisably integrated, one can be happy.
When the three gunas are equated in sadhana (spiritual practice), the result is peace. The lamp is the sathwa guna, the wick is the tamo guna and the oil is the rajo guna. When all the three are integrated, they give the light of wisdom, which illumines.
Baba (thought for the day)
Seeing those colors is kind of a different awareness. Who wants to see the color if he feels as I do in the moment?
It is kind of difficult to get aware that we spent years and all that effort just understand an experience and that all power doesn't help to make more powerful and in the end it feels helpless.
When Baba left the body it felt like going through the three gunas, but aware of it I got only afterwards when there was a wire with three different colors.
When the three gunas are equated in sadhana (spiritual practice), the result is peace.
Sadhana is meditation and that is what we are doing to equate those three gunas, at least in the morning, not as regular as before.
The lamp is the sathwa guna, the wick is the tamo guna and the oil is the rajo guna. When all the three are integrated, they give the light of wisdom, which illumines.
He is waking up and making more worried.
When that takes over I don't feel like writing, it feels rather like why doing anything at all?
Life sucks when it is more about worries than anything else.
We better meditate to integrate the imbalanced gunas again, what else?
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