Joining the dots
Most events in my life have all served the same purpose: to help me in my search for the truth.
It was no coincidence that I met certain people. They told me things that they knew, or pointed me in certain directions, or behaved in a way that made me have some insights. None of those were chance meetings. For example, I know about Gour Govind Maharaj because of a person I once met. It was so important for me to know about Gour Govind Maharaj and his book about finding a guru.
I considered some of those episodes positive. Now I think of all of them as very positive, no matter how much pain may have been associated with those episodes or how strained or non-existant my relationships with the people involved may be now.
Some events are considered less important in terms of the amount of time they cover or their connection with other events. But these seemingly inconsequential encounters are just as important as the others. For example, a mosquito that I saw the other day was buzzing around my laptop and continually coming to rest on my trackpad. It was like a message for me to stop using my laptop. I did not think of it as important. But moments later someone pinged me on chat, and it was very important for me to have avoided a conversation with that person. So it was an omen, but I ignored it. So many creatures have delivered omens to me. Sometimes songs I hear around me or book/magazine covers lying close by give me hints about what path to take or what to watch out for. Sometimes I hear a song playing in my head, and wonder where it came from. Then I think about the lyrics, and realize that these are the thoughts of a person that I know, and someone is informing me about how they think. I heard the song "Im just a teenage dirtbag baby" one day. I have heard that song as a child. But I know myself, I don't like such songs and would never hum them or remember them even, because they're just not my kind of songs. So I thought about the lyrics and realized that this guy who I've been conned by is thinking this in his head. He's feeling guilty about having deceived me. Oh but he's so aadat se majboor, that this guilt will stay with him for a moment or two before things get back to "normal." In fact, later, "its too late to apologize" was playing.
My supersoul knows my frailties and my needs. He knows what I will end up doing, and He lets me know what He wants to let me know about other people and things, so that I am forewarned or aware.
I am so glad that even though I'm steeped in illusion, somehow, some of His messages come through to me and I sometimes take heed of them. I am prone to ignore most messages though. I hope I can come to a platform of better surrender than I'm on right now. Its a silly partial surrender that disappears sometimes, when I decide to engage in revelry. Then suddenly I remember that I have to surrender and try again. Then again I do something that completely ruins my attempts and spoils all my efforts. But I helplessly fail most tests that I am given.
It was no coincidence that I met certain people. They told me things that they knew, or pointed me in certain directions, or behaved in a way that made me have some insights. None of those were chance meetings. For example, I know about Gour Govind Maharaj because of a person I once met. It was so important for me to know about Gour Govind Maharaj and his book about finding a guru.
I considered some of those episodes positive. Now I think of all of them as very positive, no matter how much pain may have been associated with those episodes or how strained or non-existant my relationships with the people involved may be now.
Some events are considered less important in terms of the amount of time they cover or their connection with other events. But these seemingly inconsequential encounters are just as important as the others. For example, a mosquito that I saw the other day was buzzing around my laptop and continually coming to rest on my trackpad. It was like a message for me to stop using my laptop. I did not think of it as important. But moments later someone pinged me on chat, and it was very important for me to have avoided a conversation with that person. So it was an omen, but I ignored it. So many creatures have delivered omens to me. Sometimes songs I hear around me or book/magazine covers lying close by give me hints about what path to take or what to watch out for. Sometimes I hear a song playing in my head, and wonder where it came from. Then I think about the lyrics, and realize that these are the thoughts of a person that I know, and someone is informing me about how they think. I heard the song "Im just a teenage dirtbag baby" one day. I have heard that song as a child. But I know myself, I don't like such songs and would never hum them or remember them even, because they're just not my kind of songs. So I thought about the lyrics and realized that this guy who I've been conned by is thinking this in his head. He's feeling guilty about having deceived me. Oh but he's so aadat se majboor, that this guilt will stay with him for a moment or two before things get back to "normal." In fact, later, "its too late to apologize" was playing.
My supersoul knows my frailties and my needs. He knows what I will end up doing, and He lets me know what He wants to let me know about other people and things, so that I am forewarned or aware.
I am so glad that even though I'm steeped in illusion, somehow, some of His messages come through to me and I sometimes take heed of them. I am prone to ignore most messages though. I hope I can come to a platform of better surrender than I'm on right now. Its a silly partial surrender that disappears sometimes, when I decide to engage in revelry. Then suddenly I remember that I have to surrender and try again. Then again I do something that completely ruins my attempts and spoils all my efforts. But I helplessly fail most tests that I am given.
posted by Vyoma at Thursday, February 28, 2013
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