I was a part of a conversation in a small group of friends yesterday afternoon when a friend's son of around 15 years walked in and asked me, "So you are talking about Light Channeling?" For a moment I became speechless. His voice appeared as an expression of mockery but then I brushed my thoughts aside. After all, he is a child. Thanks to his innocent remark, I am making a self-tour in this blog. :)
I rarely talk about my path to anyone. However, whenever anyone approaches during their critical moments of despair, I do pray diligently with all my heart and soul but my one request to him/her would be to do light channelling with a clear explanation of how it works for the self and the world. Because I know for sure what it really means. And I will never interfere in anybody's freewill. And I have NO personal gains of any sort whatsoever in this regard. And I don't mix up my other commitments with my personal choices.
I was reminded of all those great Masters who must have swam across strong tides of immature beliefs and closedness to instill some sanity into people's minds living at that point in time.
In fact, I feel very happy that I've successfully broken all inner barriers of customs, beliefs, boundaries, myths, sounds, colours & forms conditioned in this life and chosen the Path of Light, which accepts, acknowledges and illumines the greatness of all faiths and beyond.
After all, Truth is One which could be decoded by everyone. Any wrong rubbing on any one part of Creation would surely have a domino effect on the other. The chaos in the present world is a great example of closed minds.
So, on Amara Jayanti day (February 1), I shall personally do more light channelling as a tribute to this silent & great Light Master, Maharshi Amara.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
An end is a beginning
My heart leapt in joy. Oh yes, tears too came out.
What could be the reason for my joy one may wonder? Don’t laugh because what is unimportant for others is invariably very important for me. And during moments which demand exhibition of intense emotions by ordinary standards, I just stay still............ no words, no emotions, nothing....... just empty..... totally detached.
Well, two beautiful pigeons with captivating patterns of colours have inspected the same place where the drama of creation and destruction happened in front of my eyes. This I saw accidentally when I entered into the kitchen to prepare lunch. After spending nearly 3 hours of discussion and clean-up, they both flew away, oblivious of what had transpired in that space a month ago.
Those two chubby pigeons appeared divine to my eyes, as if to teach me the lesson of the temporariness of the world one more time - an end is a beginning.
Not only that, all these days my heart secretly yearned for at least a visit of pigeons to that empty place. My wish was fulfilled so soon, which I didn’t expect, which was the reason for my emotional outburst. :)
Now that the winter harshness is slowing down here, I am just waiting if God would give me one more opportunity to celebrate life with those pigeons as a witness. If it happens, it is fine. If not, that is also fine.
Lord Krishna, you cannot laugh alone all the time. I am here to give you company......
What could be the reason for my joy one may wonder? Don’t laugh because what is unimportant for others is invariably very important for me. And during moments which demand exhibition of intense emotions by ordinary standards, I just stay still............ no words, no emotions, nothing....... just empty..... totally detached.
Well, two beautiful pigeons with captivating patterns of colours have inspected the same place where the drama of creation and destruction happened in front of my eyes. This I saw accidentally when I entered into the kitchen to prepare lunch. After spending nearly 3 hours of discussion and clean-up, they both flew away, oblivious of what had transpired in that space a month ago.
Those two chubby pigeons appeared divine to my eyes, as if to teach me the lesson of the temporariness of the world one more time - an end is a beginning.
Not only that, all these days my heart secretly yearned for at least a visit of pigeons to that empty place. My wish was fulfilled so soon, which I didn’t expect, which was the reason for my emotional outburst. :)
Now that the winter harshness is slowing down here, I am just waiting if God would give me one more opportunity to celebrate life with those pigeons as a witness. If it happens, it is fine. If not, that is also fine.
Lord Krishna, you cannot laugh alone all the time. I am here to give you company......
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Winter prayer
If you have not read Mitch Albom’s ‘Have a Little Faith’, please do read without fail. After ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’, Mitch has written another book straight from the heart. In fact, I read this book last July when my Mother was hospitalized. As if to savour all the emotions contained therein to match the ongoing hospital scenario, I read this book slowly then. It’s about the request of a Jewish Rabbi to Mitch to write a eulogy after his death and also the author’s parallel rendezvous with a highly impoverished but large-hearted & determined Pastor Henry Covington during this period of learning.
This winter is severe throughout the world. This reminds me of the said Pastor how he struggled hard to give warm clothing & bed and hot food for the homeless in winter, in spite of no funds at his end thus exhibiting his faith in the words of his Master, Jesus Christ.
Bahrain too is experiencing unusual winter showers for the past two days thus sending us thrills and shivers. The gray sky, washed buildings, water logged ground, dirty roads, my frozen feet and nose, urgent birds with inconsequential tweets– all these and more when I watch from my bedroom window during this day’s morning silence, I wonder Life can’t be any better for me.
Life appears perfect when you are alone. To live this perfect life, my mornings are generally reserved for my musings and silence, and hence no human interference is encouraged otherwise. For the past few days, one of the musings that disturbs me is about those homeless humans, stray animals and birds all across the globe being beaten by winter harshness.
I am not that great Pastor of action but a simple being of inaction with a lot of limitations. So, I pray in silence.
May the power of all such prayers bring those shivering beings some warmth!
This winter is severe throughout the world. This reminds me of the said Pastor how he struggled hard to give warm clothing & bed and hot food for the homeless in winter, in spite of no funds at his end thus exhibiting his faith in the words of his Master, Jesus Christ.
Bahrain too is experiencing unusual winter showers for the past two days thus sending us thrills and shivers. The gray sky, washed buildings, water logged ground, dirty roads, my frozen feet and nose, urgent birds with inconsequential tweets– all these and more when I watch from my bedroom window during this day’s morning silence, I wonder Life can’t be any better for me.
Life appears perfect when you are alone. To live this perfect life, my mornings are generally reserved for my musings and silence, and hence no human interference is encouraged otherwise. For the past few days, one of the musings that disturbs me is about those homeless humans, stray animals and birds all across the globe being beaten by winter harshness.
I am not that great Pastor of action but a simple being of inaction with a lot of limitations. So, I pray in silence.
May the power of all such prayers bring those shivering beings some warmth!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Have you ever...
* felt an overwhelming emotion of gratitude?
* been swept away by any writer’s / poet’s / artist’s expression of his/her sublime thoughts, visions and dreams?
* melted in the grandeur of nature?
* left all those tears drop all on their own as a tribute to the unconditional love showered on you?
* sat in a corner all alone to savour the joy of heart silently?
* struggled with words to express your feelings of love?
* become numb with the realisation that Grace is incomprehensible?
* taken shelter in silence during situations and smile from the heart?
According to me, the above listed is not the weakness of a soul; rather it is the soul’s power that shines through in its onward march in the path of truth and love. This path is always narrow and the uninterested get dropped off on their own.
If you are living the above, you are living Life. If you are living Life, you are living in Light. And I am in love with all such lives. :)
* been swept away by any writer’s / poet’s / artist’s expression of his/her sublime thoughts, visions and dreams?
* melted in the grandeur of nature?
* left all those tears drop all on their own as a tribute to the unconditional love showered on you?
* sat in a corner all alone to savour the joy of heart silently?
* struggled with words to express your feelings of love?
* become numb with the realisation that Grace is incomprehensible?
* taken shelter in silence during situations and smile from the heart?
According to me, the above listed is not the weakness of a soul; rather it is the soul’s power that shines through in its onward march in the path of truth and love. This path is always narrow and the uninterested get dropped off on their own.
If you are living the above, you are living Life. If you are living Life, you are living in Light. And I am in love with all such lives. :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
A sane thought
Both the babies were born to the same Mother in just a day’s gap. One baby could not survive for long which the Mother realized and pushed the dead baby aside to protect the other. The very next day, the other baby too died and the Mother flew away after sometime.
Having witnessed this drama of 18 days of intense incubation by those lovely pigeons across my kitchen window, my heart felt pain when I saw the death of both the squabs. In fact, I waited patiently for a couple of days for the Mother to return to the place to reminisce its memories but both the pigeons didn’t. At least I didn’t see or hear.
I remember how I used to work noiselessly in my kitchen so as not to disturb the incubating pigeons. I still remember their glistening eyes full of love while sitting on the eggs for 6-8 hours at a stretch with no entertainment, food, water etc. and how the parents took turns as if they've understood the parenthood well. I also remember how much I rejoiced when the babies came out of the eggs.
Do those pigeons mourn their loss somewhere or not? Or have they moved on with their lives?
Has not Lord Krishna quoted pigeons as one of the teachers of Avadhuta (Srimad Bhagavatam) about how their attachment towards their children killed them? But I have learnt different lessons from these pigeons last year.
After all, it won’t really matter to my dead body or the flying soul whether anyone cries or be happy after my death, isn’t it?
Having witnessed this drama of 18 days of intense incubation by those lovely pigeons across my kitchen window, my heart felt pain when I saw the death of both the squabs. In fact, I waited patiently for a couple of days for the Mother to return to the place to reminisce its memories but both the pigeons didn’t. At least I didn’t see or hear.
I remember how I used to work noiselessly in my kitchen so as not to disturb the incubating pigeons. I still remember their glistening eyes full of love while sitting on the eggs for 6-8 hours at a stretch with no entertainment, food, water etc. and how the parents took turns as if they've understood the parenthood well. I also remember how much I rejoiced when the babies came out of the eggs.
Do those pigeons mourn their loss somewhere or not? Or have they moved on with their lives?
Has not Lord Krishna quoted pigeons as one of the teachers of Avadhuta (Srimad Bhagavatam) about how their attachment towards their children killed them? But I have learnt different lessons from these pigeons last year.
After all, it won’t really matter to my dead body or the flying soul whether anyone cries or be happy after my death, isn’t it?
Saturday, January 08, 2011
The science of words
It is not easy to keep up with our own words, more specially those casual ones that get strewn as we walk along the day carelessly. Who cares to know in this world what kind of science is involved behind the delivery of those simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’?
Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed them both yesterday. They were
1) to watch ‘Peepli Live’
2) to read 'Heroes of Olympus – The Lost Hero’
‘Peepli Live’ is a comical satire (certified 'A') where the hero delivers just bare minimum words. The film had triggered my anger and helplessness at the same time towards those manipulating politicians and media. The film is down-to-earth real in terms of cast and dialogues. In fact, I was stunned by the casualness with which the brothers decide who should commit suicide. Mother Earth is being abused in many, many ways which is intolerable. My Lord, are you listening to my plea?
Secondly, I enjoyed reading the big bound book ‘The Lost Hero’ (meant for teens & pre-teens). :D Here, ironically, Gaia (Mother Nature) is the villain who rises the giants from death and slumber to vanquish the proud gods. Just like his earlier series, Rick Riordan has a way with words to weave stories of mythology.
However, what should be understood mainly from these stories is that only a fearless and egoless person can take up a quest and win always. I wish this subtle point is understood by those teenage minds who read this.
Seriousness apart, I've decided to 'create' time for the whole series of 'Heroes of Olympus' in the coming months.... :)
Coming back to the opening sentence, I am happy that I could keep up my words...... this time too, for, the science of words is of concern for me at present. :)
Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed them both yesterday. They were
1) to watch ‘Peepli Live’
2) to read 'Heroes of Olympus – The Lost Hero’
‘Peepli Live’ is a comical satire (certified 'A') where the hero delivers just bare minimum words. The film had triggered my anger and helplessness at the same time towards those manipulating politicians and media. The film is down-to-earth real in terms of cast and dialogues. In fact, I was stunned by the casualness with which the brothers decide who should commit suicide. Mother Earth is being abused in many, many ways which is intolerable. My Lord, are you listening to my plea?
Secondly, I enjoyed reading the big bound book ‘The Lost Hero’ (meant for teens & pre-teens). :D Here, ironically, Gaia (Mother Nature) is the villain who rises the giants from death and slumber to vanquish the proud gods. Just like his earlier series, Rick Riordan has a way with words to weave stories of mythology.
However, what should be understood mainly from these stories is that only a fearless and egoless person can take up a quest and win always. I wish this subtle point is understood by those teenage minds who read this.
Seriousness apart, I've decided to 'create' time for the whole series of 'Heroes of Olympus' in the coming months.... :)
Coming back to the opening sentence, I am happy that I could keep up my words...... this time too, for, the science of words is of concern for me at present. :)
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy New Year
As every second of the clock takes a forward march towards the new year, there seem to be a frenzied hurry everywhere to explore all possible choices in celebration…..worldwide.
I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week.
I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core in many different ways, in sleep itself and woke up in the year 2011 peacefully.
Happy New Year 2011!
I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week.
I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core in many different ways, in sleep itself and woke up in the year 2011 peacefully.
Happy New Year 2011!
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