Tag: soul

God Repeats Until You Don’t

Have you endured the same again and again in life ? Does it feel like the cycle never ends. He is not punitive, but there are things we have to overcome with intentionality. He is infinitely patient and resourceful to allow it to occur until we overcome. Perhaps we create the repetition while he patiently awaits a different outcome. And you may rush to assume that these are about judging, understanding others, wrong, they are actually always about understanding oneself. Not of your innocence or weakness but actually of your arrogance and ignorance. Your ego will not permit you to accept this truth. And that’s the best proof for this very truth stated here. This is the biggest lesson missed by almost all of us, me included.

The World outside is not in our control, but the world within us is.

And the final lesson here is, that this world within also resides within God the Great Unknown. Therefore, this truth when fully understood, encapsulates karma, rebirth and expressions of all life. God repeats until you don’t. All Praise To The Unknown.

Beauty by Rarity

The ordinary define Beauty by Rarity. The extraordinary see the abundant Beauty in Commonality.

Suffering and Joy are same to the Soul

All souls within all beings quietly rejoice in all of life’s movements, i.e. both joy and suffering. Yes. Because it’s simply here within each to experience all things. Like all the rides in amusement parks; some are fun and some are scary, and some are thrilling, all the more they are all used and present in the park. Most end up riding all kinds of rides.

Truth is the soul sees no difference between one’s joy and suffering. It simply observes experiences the magnitude of both without interference, through its presence within the body. We are only the sensor, our soul is the true experiencer and the god the unknown is the ultimate seer or observer and the final experiencer. This is a difficult truth.

This is realized in a moment or few moments because it is temporary and cannot be permanent. But when you are lucky enough to connect with your soul, in that brief moment you will immediately realize both suffering and joy is immaterial. And there is immense gratitude for your mere existence itself. That is a truly profound realization that can only be remembered after but cannot be continually experienced or sustained.

You can through strict meditation, and in extreme states achieve that reconnection and clarity again. This cannot be taught or formulated down. It can be spoken of like this, poorly! It is a self realization that anyone can attain and it is a true state. But our existential reality is the counter weight to this duality of life and understanding perhaps for good practical reasons of life. I have lot more questions too. I know it sounds ridiculous to conclude suffering and joy are same to the soul. But that’s the learning. Be well.

Death Is Return

Death is Return. – understanding this multidimensional meaning and then gaining acceptance of it is one of the most difficult, emotional and complex thought a human can experience in their lifetime. Its counterintuitive a runaway knowledge. Because its the deliverance of the finite from the infinite. Its the knowledge of closure, departure from thats so dearly loved and attended to. This awareness is a last principle, not a first, implying its an artifact of a conscious journey. This truth mustn’t give joy nor sorrow, but profound peace in knowing of the cycle of life, and the strip down to the nameless soul. What happens, thats later. One does not arrive to this thoughtfully alone but experientially, religion can be a bandaid logic here, for the pious it can even help heal but with misinterpretations of afterlife. Death is return, birth in every sense is Departure (later). Most find it easier to live to ignore, deny, refute and acutely suffer in the absence of this understanding. I’m no exception but…

I listened

I was distraught that I achieved nothing [per my inner scorecard] in 2016, the weight didn’t come off, the products didn’t fly off the shelf. Life coasted when viewed from most angles in 2016. But I felt an immense mental perspective and a profound confusion cleared. Nothing physically changed, but I was different, how I viewed and my ability to collect myself in a situation had improved at least I think it has. There were definitely many fumbles, temper fits, frustrations, in fact more for things happening around the world, and regarding the society I lived in than in the previous years. Previously, I had really hoped; I would become thick skinned or gradually ignorant about world affairs in 2016, but instead I got more sensitive, felt more guilty or responsible, felt more helpless, felt more frustrated, yet felt more hopeful when I saw good deeds by strangers, faith in humanity was restored and crushed repeatedly that year. Sometimes on the same issue. I was torn and put back together with deeper hope and understanding of life, it was by no stretch easier. I distanced myself, I hid, I became a loner to buy time to understand the entire thing that was laid on me, I needed time to process, because it was filled with tears for those who are out there with no hope or nothing to sustain a breadth or a drop to drink. This weight crushed me and the little hope I had on humanity. But humanity prevails.

So what changed, so why this new perspective, why this overall vulnerability. Why this sudden burden on my unworthy shoulders.

I think I finally listened, I listened to the world when on my knees, by choice, by the path i haven been ushered over all these years. I heard it loud and clear. Now the only question is, what am I going to do ?

melodies to soul

Great thoughts and wise words are like wonderful melodies sung directly to your soul.

Reverberation

You know of that place we all have in our minds, in our memories vivid and bright. For many, we have a place from our childhood. Place growing up, where we were taken to as a child and later on we would go there by ourselves, for that calmness, for some serenity, for some loneliness, for some tears even at times. A special place… that one special place that speaks to our heart, and yet to the mind.

For some of us, there is more than one place. I do too. But there is one that stands out on the top. As I sat this morning in my car, in traffic – 20F cold weather. I thought of this place. No it was not the cold that made me think of it. I don’t know why anymore I went there in my mind . But I know I remembered it, as I sat there when red lights and exhaust fumes were glaring my windshield.

For me that place is a quiet part of a shore line, yes by the beach. I don’t go there anymore, because I can’t. In fact it is on the other side of the pond. It may not look the same anymore, it’s been years. Always afraid that it won’t speak to me the way it did back then or may be it always will. It’s not a fancy beach. No trees, No turquoise waters, no rocks. It’s just an ordinary beach that you would easily turn away from if you were driving past it in your car. There are probably million beaches like that. But this one is special to me.

My favorite time to go there was usually between 5-6AM. No crowd, a person or two in the far-off. Totally like a date between you and the place. I would just sit there watch the waves go to and fro. It would give me much happiness just being there. Sometimes a like a burden gets lifted off your chest. The second yoke end being taken on evenly with another….. The fresh breeze as it caresses your face. The birds trying to catch something to eat, usually crows, but they behave as though were enjoying the place too. everything was calm and gentle. The sun as it rises shapes the sky rapidly on the horizon. The rays quickly fill up the blue sky. But just then just at that moment, the place wakes up. It’s truly beautiful. It’s like you are one with the earth as it happens. I know big tree hugger words – NOT.

It’s alive to you. And you are alive with it. The sound of the waves play that quiet melancholy, melody only your heart can sing to, lips are lost. The breeze moves you slowly as they talk of the footprints on and of the place in time. It’s lovely. You see yourself on the sand, the breeze, the water. Your heart is in love with that moment. Your heart is everywhere in that place. I guess it’s that moment what many would define as being one with the place.

To me that’s a reverberation of the soul.