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The Meaning of Namaste

Namaste” is a Sanskrit word that acknowledges the inestimable value of each individual. It is often used to greet and honor others. Translation: “As I acknowledge and honor the Spirit within myself, so do I acknowledge and honor the Spirit within you.”

The extended meaning of the word has been written as: “I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is love, of truth, of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one.” To all our readers, I say, “Namaste”.

I honor the place in you which is love, love of truth, of light, and of peace.

Hamsa
Janet

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  1. its one of the most beautiful and meaningful greetings in the world. Thanks for sharing this info. Namaste, Janet!

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  2. Yeah, the story behind the greeting is really meaningful. My dogs will use important greetings in different languages to welcome readers in their blog. Namastê is one of them. Namastê is Tutti's greeting. =P

    I'm also familiarized with the good luck hand (Hamsa). I've been using it as a way to start the term, telling the students the story behind it and asking them to draw their own hamsas with symbols and words that represent important things to them. This is activity 1 in a philosophy project I had published.

    Namastê my dear! Much love.

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  3. i didn't realize it had such a deep all encompassing meaning in one little word!

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  4. Namaste all!

    An interesting little aside I read one time. When God was talking to Moses (as in Moses heard God's powerful voice), Moses asked 'What is your name?" and it is said that the response was "I am that I am".

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