Pages From the Past
Dear one
Should I reach out and playfully ruffle your hair as mothers all over the world do ?
…but for now ,it's enough for me to inwardly raise my hands to transfer to you, the prayers and blessings that flow from the divine through me, (as it does through each one of us) towards you.
It's easy to see the blessings you already have, though they may not be evident to the world right now.
I bow to the good people who made you who you are and
all those who supported you all along.
You haven't given up on your journey.
I am insanely proud of you.
In fact, you have started from right where you had to stop long ago...
May the blue -hued ,lotus- eyed Lord, another beautiful form of the infinite that I adore, protect you and provide for you all that you need in this journey.
May the infinite, in whatever way you choose to adore him, (with or without a form/manifest /unmanifest), keep you safe and fill your heart with bliss as you enjoy the journey as well.
For, he's the one who put us all here and he would want to be realised not just through our sufferings and pain but through our joys as well.
Country road, take me home.
https://youtu.be/uu7j_xljCRY
Enough of all the pain. Do you think I don't see the pain in your eyes ?
I can still see it even if you are miles away. Enjoy the journey from now on, please.
Those of us who realise this world is just a half- way home, at one point of time, start
enjoying the experiences that every day brings.
It's the Hotel California that we can surely get out of, provided we learn the
lessons that we are meant to learn.
to find them.
Accept them and cherish them while still being committed to the path. You can do that.
Cast away that guilt you seem to carrying from lifetimes ago as you, of all people, don't deserve that pain.
Walk away from that hardship.
A compassionate heart like yours should not be hurt by the
pettiness of the world any more.
We will meet the good , bad and ugly along the way as not everyone believes in truth.
The path towards realisation is a lonely one.
Guess , the lonelier we get, we could say ,the closer we are to our goal...
It frustrates that we can share neither the trials nor the intense moments of joy
that we find on this path, with worldly people.
They have their way of trivialising both experiences.
Protect your energy from annoying people and move on .
They play their role; we play ours.
No harm will come to you, ever.
Dus-sangam / bad company eventually opens out to Sat-sangam or good company .
Keep going as every step you take, every turn you make, you will be guided by
the infinite, in whatever way you seek to find him.
My most sincere prayers and blessings once again.
Just think. Isn't HE is a master script writer?
But...Maya is this, precisely.
Advice is always for others.
As for me...
It looked like HE was holding bunches of papers and he was discussing them with his
beloved Devi.
I didn't understand what he was telling me with that one. Now I do.
He's digging up a lot from within me and how !
Once again, he shows that we all are indeed on yet another new stage acting out a
brand new script .
New faces, new clothes .
The same old actors who get together for a bunch of staged plays.
And then , another set of actors, for another genre of plays.
And so, it goes, on and on.
Sigh.
Does HE ever get tired of all this drama?
He seems to be smiling. He probably was waiting for me to realise this on my own
all along.
"Get my heart outta this roller coaster AND this sugarcane crusher ! NOW !"
But he does what he does for a reason.
We have to cross that painful zone, overcome that unique challenge all because we are
on a very special journey.
Of course, we will be tested ,but it will help if we can remember the fact that he is the
one in charge
and not us.
The things we discover as we go within, are the things we need to sort out.
The scariest journey is the inward one. But it's worth it.
Finding a back- stabber as a past- life loved one?
Didn't hurt.
Finding the vicious one as a past- life child?
Didn't hurt. In fact, one feels a new rush of …love? for this blind one.
Face to face with that murderer from the past ? Not scared at all.
(He's a new person now, he probably is wondering about the strange familiarity
he can't explain. Good for him. I wish him healing).
Thank heavens for the Lord whose dance within the heart makes one forget many
things, until...one's ready to face them, one by one.
Strangely it hurts when you come face to face with someone who reminds you of
all the good that's in people, for they are indeed extremely rare.
You are indeed a rare soul.
The heart wanted to sort out existing attachments but he brings out older ones from his
cosmic bookshelf.
He has a good reason to do so and I surrender to his will.
The sane voice within says the heart grieves over the past because of "me and mine"
line of thinking.
My son, my daughter...indeed.
Even met a grand daughter who's the same age as my mother.
The heart ached when that person was sick. The heart even screamed "She's can't go
before I do !
She's younger than me !"
The sane voice reminded "Hold on, not in this play."
Now, how many more plays have I acted in since time began ?
It's all...a bit too much.
I close the door behind me and sob my sorry eyes out .
"Pick the child up". My father says.
I find myself on her soft shoulders and bawl some more.
She holds me through the sobs and a good while later ,I feel lighter.
"Shall we talk now?" He asks. I nod yes .
"Child, you know the best way to free yourself from attachments?"
"You mean, the way out of all this mess?"
He smiles and looks at mother.
She looks at him and smiles back.
"Can't run away abruptly from attachments my child. They'd find you again on
yet another drama series..."
I begin to sob again as the pain hits afresh .
It all seems SO hopeless!
The heart on this roller coaster and the "rest" period when he puts it in to a
sugarcane crusher ! Someone help! Help! HELP !
I cry rivers as wave after wave of misery hit me from all sides.
Now I know why ours is a watery planet .smh.
"No it's not hopeless, my dear child" She says gently.
I am still whimpering, my face pressed against the soft sari on her shoulders,
afraid she'd put me down, my little arms are tight around her garlanded neck.
The soft smell of lotus and Tulsi waft around me but the tears continue.
"Tell her. It's time ", he says softly.
"You've heard of unconditional love, my love?" She asks me.
"Yes. I guess. It's what you and father are supposed to have for all of us".
My voice is shaking with sobs .
"Supposed to ,indeed. See ? Radha, She's always good with the theory !"
He laughs but somehow...seems sad...that I haven't got it yet.
Yes, that's me. Have written hundreds of books on swimming. But what's water ?
If it wasn't so poignant , I would have found it funny and rolled over
the floor laughing.
They both softly laugh. I laugh too a bit.
"Practice unconditional love, my dear child, that way, you can rise above attachments
of any kind."
"Even Gmail? " I quip remembering an old joke and we all laugh...
"...and be free from the pains of the heart" , Father says.
"This UL thing, unconditional love, is it available on offer in some
supermarket ? "
They both look at each other and smile, their dear faces glowing with a golden light.
I smile and close my eyes.
As I woke up after who knows how many years, the room seemed to be still filled
with a soft light.
The door was open and the windows were too.
As for you, dear one, may you find what you are looking for and may it bring you
great bliss in this lifetime itself.
Know that you are protected.
Know that he has your back in every situation.
My prayers will be with you always.
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very well put; UL is the best way out xD
ReplyDeleteYes, it is.🙏
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