Skip to content

Don’t be so sure…the gift of doubt

July 20, 2014

Don’t be so sure always, that you know why another person has responded to you as they have. The gift of doubt helps us to give benefit of the doubt to someone who hasn’t behaved in a way that we like. In this case, doubt is of a higher vibration than being sure that the other person is motivated by malice.

HIgher than doubt, of course, is faith – that always, the highest good of all concerned is being brought about. We may not be able to see why some paths are blocked and others open up, but…faith.

Higher than faith, or rather, more expanded than faith, is knowing. For that of course, we need to become aware, expand our perspective, let go of what binds us to ignorance.

I have always been drawn to the saying that is purportedly ‘Chinese’:

He who knows, and knows he knows, is wise – follow him.
He who knows not, and knows he knows not, is a child – teach him.
He who knows and knows not he knows, is asleep – wake him.
He who knows not and knows not he knows not, is a fool – shun him.
[Remember, back in the days, 'he' was supposed to embrace 'she']

 

I like to re-view things, so, fifty years after I first read these words, this is what I would say:

One who knows, knows s/he knows, tweets and shares, is wise – follow what resonates.
One who knows not, knows s/he knows not, and asks to learn, is a child – teach what you know.
One who knows, knows not s/he knows, and reveals wisdom, is asleep – waken by allowing universal energy to flow through you.
One who knows not, knows not s/he knows not, and tweets and shares, is unwise- let go.

The earlier one rolls off more easily off the tongue, but this one is more ‘today’.

So – it’s better to be unsure, and doubt one’s initial reaction than to allow it to ru[i]n our life!

What say you?

Absence

July 3, 2014

In the absence of a loved one is the presence felt most strongly -  in yearning, wanting, wishing, hoping, dreaming, and above all, smiling. In absence is the loved one fully realized. The presence, the aura fills the mind, the moments of life, the chemicals of the body.

In the presence of a loved one, absence can raise its head. The fear of parting,  imagined or imminent. In the physical presence, the parted lover is also present. The aura, after all, is timeless, pervading all of space, and we can traverse anywhere and anywhen in that space-time.

I often wonder – can we not fully embrace the loved one, so that absence and presence are both equally real? The smile replies: you smiled, didn’t you? In absence or presence, you smiled. You are always together. You are always traversing one another’s aura. That is the gift of love. This understanding. This moment, as my friend reminds me, of satori.

As I write this, Pancake cries, missing his human mother, and presents me his back for a rub. He came as a pup, a street dog hounded by enemies human and animal, and has been raised as a beloved child by my cousins. With his independent ways, still prickly from his childhood nightmares, yet so open to love, he has managed to open the heart chakra of many who normally don’t like animal pets. I remember how my dad never forgot his childhood pet who died missing them all before they could get  him to the town that they had moved to. Thanks to this memory, he didn’t let us keep a dog. We moved too much, he said, and it would not be fair. How we dread absence! How present it is in our lives, that life-long decisions are based on it.

Enough.

Those hottest of summers

June 11, 2014
tags: ,

Remember when we had visited you in Moradabad? my cousin asked. You must have been all of two years old, so you probably don’t. It was summer, and we all slept outdoors, in charpoys all laid out in a row in the gardens of those bungalows left behind by the British. These were the days before air conditioners.

A dim memory stirs. Warm breeze turning cooler by the morning, mosquito nets, and my mother sitting by the bedside, guiding me and my sisters to sleep. How beautiful to sleep under the stars, watched over by Orion, the steady companion. I do have to say though, that this last is not remembered, but a super-imposition of later memories. So goes memory. How reliable it seems until we wade into its depths.

Of course, for most people in this record-breaking heat of summer, life has not changed much. Air conditioners are a rarity, and almost no-one has centrally cooled homes. Here we are, visiting Delhi and Gurgaon in a year which has seen days hotter than anything my age-mates have seen. This time I am not minding it, and it is not because of retreating into cooled air. It is a thought given by a cousin.

A few years ago, when I was grumbling about the intense heat, worsened by regular and long power cuts, a cousin reminded me with a twinkle in her eye: “You would pay a lot to get a sauna – here you are getting it free.”

It helps me. Thoughts are powerful. They move anywhere we will.

Where’s your thought moving today?

 

Choose to be Happy. It really is that simple. #1

April 27, 2014

Meenakshi Suri:

Introducing a blog of a lovely and talented counselor and friend. A short, simple message a day … choose happiness today.

Originally posted on Satori Centre:

Do away 564147_10151174309652346_382606458_nwith the “only when…”

Only when I have the perfect job, only when I have the perfect spouse, only when I have the perfect house…Reality Check…There is no perfect job. No perfect spouse. No perfect place.

We can keep postponing happiness ad infinitum if we keep waiting .

Choose happiness today. It really is that simple.

Image Source: Tashi Hishey Collection

View original

Serving you serving me

February 4, 2014

Meenakshi Suri:

When I come to India, there is the service to the mother, which is a blessing, because usually it means I stay more in body-awareness and allow myself to tend to my physical body. It hasn’t happened this time, for a variety of reasons, and the poor body, knowing it is being neglected, has been storing reserves.
Good thing, actually, because this time as I was about to return, my mother-in-law needed to be hospitalized and we are now tending to her. Her real illness – not looking after her own physical body because she was busy trying to tend to another. So, we are now looking after her. Seeing me neglect myself, loved ones give much-needed advice. So, we all are in the same spiral, of neglect of physical body.
Strangely, in the Mazaa Club for seniors started by sister, we had recently had a discussion on the importance of looking after our physical body, and I realize that this is one area where so many of us neglect ourselves. There is an expense of energy – time, money, thought, effort- that the physical body requires, and that many of us are unwilling or feel ourselves unable to provide. This causes someone in our environment to need to tend to us. And so, it goes on. We are inter-connected in a culture of carelessness of self and caring of other that can only be made right by one awareness.
Self is one.
Yet, it doesn’t end there, because the physical body needs physical energy tending, and so, I realize once again, ruefully, there is work to be done, and sometimes I need to do what I consider selfish – tend to my body before tending to the other – so that I can do what I consider selfless.

In serving the mother, we serve ourselves. In serving ourselves we serve our children. There is a physical truth to this that is worth exploring. A little hint: girls are born, we are told, with the seeds of all their unborn children within them.

Life is interesting, and in writing it all out, I feel joyful. Thanks for being with me.

Originally posted on Journey to Wholeness:

Selfish, selfless, self-serving. Three phrases, three vibrations.
In one moment of awareness, they are one.
All is Self. There is no not-Self.

buddha-statue--smiling_19-110950[1]

Materialistic, spiritual, other-worldly. Lower self, self, Higher Self. Three phrases, three dimensions.
In one unfolding of awareness, they merge.
Self is multi-dimensional. All is in one.

Higher-Self[1]Body, mind life. Three words. Three directions.
From one point of view, the diamond of Self unfolds.
Self branches in different directions. One in all.

Self emerges

Smile! S..m..i..l..e.. Smile.Three words. Three ways.
In one moment of connection, each flows into the other.
Smile of body, mind, life eMERGEs from soul smile.

In gratitude to the beauty of this life.

~meenakshiღ

yoga-yin-yang-291x320[1]

View original

Leaping the divide : 2013 – 2014

December 31, 2013

Ultimately it’s a divide that’s man-made.  One year to another. But it’s also something that has caught seemingly the whole city and town-dwelling world.  It actually is something of a miracle how two people from different countries and cultures exchanged a Happy New Year greeting this dawn.

Happy New Year 2014!

Shubh Shubh Naya Saal, the little one from Assam replied when I wished her a Happy New Year. Same meaning, different languages. ‘Actually, an even better meaning perhaps. Shubh is like auspicious. Happy New Year! said the doorman of the building, when I was expecting the usual Good Morning. And so it goes….

2014 years from a time that someone first decided to start a calendar to name the day – what was it? 1/1/1? Today, despite the many other calendars in existence, the Gregorian calendar takes precedence. Almost everyone we meet observes today as a New Year.

I found myself catching the drift of the feelings people have on the New Year. There is a wish to be with those we love, or those we feel really close and comfortable with. There’s the expectation that we should be somewhere where the tempo is high gear, of having many invitations to choose from, exclamation points, getting drunk, feeling something that we haven’t felt before, and then the downer when it isn’t quite what was expected, or smiles when it was.

It’s wise to enjoy what happens. It’s freeing to do just as you please.  That’s the true celebration. I loved the ceremony yesterday with my mother and some friends chanting in prayer, followed by ‘payt pooja’ [prayer to the stomach, a phrase in Hindi that means, eating].  I found myself deciding to let some things go and wondering if that was the right choice. The sense of relief and ‘no tightness in tummy’ told me that it was. How we tie ourselves down to our own expectations! Worse, to the expectations of others.

Today, at the New Year’s Day of New Moon, we’ll have a Taiji, meditation and eating session to balance and harmonize our energies with a group of wonderful people. In my heart will be the ones who are not physically with me.

They say that today’s New Moon is a special one, as the moon is closest to the earth. It is a time to let go of all that does not serve you.  Let’s see what else I let go of! The leap is freeing. I’ll land somewhere I enjoy or fly.

A celebration of Jesus

December 23, 2013

This is an ode to One who has filled my life and spirit since I was born. In the beautiful way of beings of light, he flows comfortably in that place with the others who are there.

His presence is deeply personal, and I am amazed at the places where he appears- from a metaphysical store in India where they showed him in yogic meditation to meditative spaces where he has brought his guiding presence. His can be a presence as close as a touch on the hand that can help you to take a leap of faith or a filling that can help you to heal.

A being of light takes birth

One of the best gifts from the Middle East to the world is a presence of one who brought light into this world from the time he was born. The exact date of his birthday is debatable, but we celebrate it on December 25th, a day that has been sacred for many years before his birth. The presence of the holy family is so endearing, in ways that are indescribable, but the tug on heartstrings is unmistakable.

Many colours, one light

He took birth in the Middle East, but his presence has flowed all over the world. Many religions have been born of his presence, all under the banner of Christianity. This light is variously called יְהוֹשֻׁעַ,Yeshua, Jesus, pronounced as Hasoos in Spanish, Isa Masih in India, Sananda by lightworkers.  No doubt there are many more names, in the true spirit of One Light Many Windows.

He is equally celebrated by people of religion and healers, lightworkers and meditators for he can belong anywhere, and yet not dominate, for Jesus is the one great being whose main message is Love. This is what my mother told me when I was a child, and as he probably has to many, Jesus has been in my heart since I remember being aware.  It’s probably no surprise that the school I graduated from, is the Sacred Heart! My parents were married on Christmas Day, so it is even more special to me.

One face has launched a billion images

There are many depictions of Jesus before and after he was resurrected as Christ. He is so dear to people, whether or not they are Christian, that each artist has wanted to portray him as their own. The colour of his skin, the shape of face, his emotions all change; but he is easily recognizable. This makes him real, human, multi-faceted.

Simply wonderful

Whether he is looked at as God or Christ, or Messiah, or one of God’s Prophets . Jesus is an approachable being : one who lived a human life, while his Divine qualities shown through. In this, he is aspirational for those who know that we are spirit walking a human life.  He  walked the earth in simple ways, personal, real, approachable. He is depicted as one who was equally comfortable when alone in pensive mode, or surrounded by people, strangers or family,  eating, meditating or praying. He expressed emotions and inspirations, and so he is one who can as easily hold your hand as wash his followers’ feet or be held in love by his mother. His followers walked with him, sat around him, spoke simply and yet recognized the special quality of his being.

The qualities of his presence help to raise the vibration of this world: compassion, love, connection, forgiveness.

Really?

Was he real? Was he born on December 25th? Was it a Virgin birth? What did he really look like? What happened during his missing years? Was he married? Is he buried in India? Did he learn yoga? Did One as great and holy as he was, really suffer the manner of his passing? In a beautifully delicious way, there are many questions surrounding the life of Jesus. The best way I resolve them in my mind is, that if he was not as stories depict him, then in the words of the film I saw many years ago, the story of Jesus is the greatest story ever told. It is one that has touched the heart of many millions. With all due respect, he is bigger than the religions that have carried his name, for he is far more enduring than any thing made by man.

Beloved One of loving light, I greet you on this day, and smile with your smile.

Cosmic-Sananda~web[1]

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,832 other followers

%d bloggers like this: