Monday, April 19, 2021

 Weather the storm

Life is found to be caught up in storms so very often. And you are not yourself when you are in a storm. You don’t know what to do. At those moments all your spiritual practices, concepts, ideas and ideals fall apart. Your devotion, your love and all the beautiful things you cherish in your life, simply don’t seem to be there or mean anything. You are under the influence of a big storm. A whirlwind rises in you and throws you off balance.
What do you do? Nothing is helpful. You sit, close your eyes and try to meditate. But the mind is all over the place. You feel as though you are in a burning furnace, and you don’t know how to put the fire out. And the more effort you make to cool it down, and put it out, the more the fire burns, the more the restlessness and agitation increase. You are yourself only between the storms. How many storms rise in your life, and how frequently do they rise? The less frequent they are, the more you are yourself. At those moments you are happy; you are settled. You are calm. Just think of those moments of intense restlessness, agitation and feverishness. The breath becomes heavier. The body becomes unbearable. You are not at all aware of the mind. But that is not what you are. You get a glimpse of the clearness of yourself between two storms. But life seems to be like the ocean – wave after wave lashing you one after another.

This is the only problem. This is the only basic problem in the universe. There is no other problem. You can attach it to one thousand causes or reasons, but the problem is how to free your life from this storm which has gripped it.
The first thing to do is to become aware of this. At that moment, the storm will subside. First, stop regretting things. For no reason, there is turmoil in the mind. When your mind cools down and you experience that inner cool, soft and delicate aspect of yourself, there is a big relief.
No one storm can be there all the time. It is impossible. It comes and subsides.
Your mind is like a wind – a whirlwind, subsiding and cooling down. That is your true nature. That is love. You have been resisting restlessness all this time. Now If you see it is there. Okay, so let it be there. It is a part of nature.’ The storm is also part of nature. Stop resisting the storm. Take it, gulp it in its totality; go deep into it and you will see it is nothing. It is just created out of yourself, your mind and your consciousness. In that aspect of you, you are your Self.
*Know that there is a power, some power; someone who is really caring for you.*

Not just someone there is only One in the whole universe. That One in the universe is caring and taking care of you. You can relax, rest and be peaceful.
There cannot be an ocean without waves. Every event touches life somewhere on its surface. It creates movement. Take all that comes with both your hands. Don’t say that it is impossible or not possible for you. This thought of something being not possible means that you are resisting. This is making the storms stay for long periods. Stand there with your arms open. Say, ‘Whatever storms come, let them, I’m here.’ You grow out of them. You become bigger.

Tell yourself :
“Come what may, there is nothing that can destroy me. It may be excruciatingly painful, but it doesn’t matter. It still cannot destroy or kill me. I am here. I am much, much bigger than all these emotions, commotions or waves. They all rise inside me, in me, and in no way can they destroy me. I will let them be.”
So when a storm arises, just be with it. Do not try to get rid of the storm. Be with it; go into it. And, of course, you have your meditation and spiritual practices to help purify your whole system. It’s such a blessing.


Saturday, April 17, 2021

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Everyyear Krishna's parents took him to his grand...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Everyyear Krishna's parents took him to his grand...:   Every year Krishna's parents took him to his grandmother's house for the summer break, and they would return home on the same trai...

 

Every year Krishna's parents took him to his grandmother's house for the summer break, and they would return home on the same train after two weeks.                                         

Then one day Krishna tells his parents:

′′ I'm grown up now, What if I go to grandma's house alone this year???"

After a brief discussion parents agree.

Here they are standing on the train station, greeting him, giving him one last tip through the window, as Krishna continues to repeat:

′′ I know, you've already told me so many times...!"

Train is about to leave and father whispers:

′′ My son, if you suddenly feel bad or scared, this is for you!...... ′

And he slips something into his pocket.

 Now the boy is all alone, sitting on the train, without his parents, for the first time...

He looks at the scenery through the window that scrolls..

Around him strangers hustle, make noise, enter and exit the compartment, he gets that feeling that he is alone.. A person even gives him a sad look...

So this boy is feeling more uncomfortable...

And now he's scared.

He lowers his head, snuggles in a corner of the seat, tears rise to his eyes.

At that point he remembers his father putting something in his pocket.

With a trembling hand he seeks to grop this piece of paper, he opens it:

"Son, don't worry, I am  in the next compartment..."

 This is how it is in life...

When we think we are all by ourselves, we have no one, remember, Cosmic Will has slipped a note into your pocket!  

I AM TRAVELLING WITH YOU, I AM WITHIN YOUR REACH, CALL ON ME...                                

 


Mohan Kabir's musings:  A man, who regularly attended family & group mee...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  A man, who regularly attended family & group mee...:   A man, who regularly attended family & group meetings suddenly, without any notice, stopped participating. After a few weeks, one ver...

 A man, who regularly attended family & group meetings suddenly, without any notice, stopped participating. After a few weeks, one very cold night the leader of that group decided to visit him.

He found the man at home, alone, sitting in front of a fireplace where a bright fire burned.
The man welcomed the leader. There was great calm & silence.
The two men only watched the dancing flames around the logs that crackled in the fireplace.
After a few minutes the leader, without saying a word, examined the logs that formed the fire and selected one of them, glowing most brightly of all, and removed it to the side with a pair of tongs. Then he sat down again.

The host was paying attention to everything, fascinated. Before long, the lone log’s flame subsided, until there was only a momentary glow and the fire soon went out.
In a short time what was previously bright light and heat had become nothing more than a black dead piece of wood. Very few words had been spoken since the greeting.

Before preparing to leave, the leader picked up the useless piece of wood with the tongs and placed it again in the middle of the fire. Immediately, the piece of wood was rekindled, fuelled by the light and heat of the burning logs around it.
When the leader was about to leave & had reached the door, the host said: ‘Thank you for your visit and for your beautiful lesson. I'll return to the group soon.’

Why is a group important in our lives ?
Very simple:
Because each member that withdraws takes fire and heat from the rest.
It's worth reminding group members that they are a part of the flame.
It's also good to remind us that we are all responsible for keeping each other's flame burning.
And we must promote the union among us so that the fire is really strong, effective & lasting. Keep the fire burning.
THE GROUP IS ALSO A FAMILY
It doesn't matter if sometimes we are bothered by so many messages, quarrels and misunderstandings.

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Just stay....be there.....The on-duty nurse took ...

Mohan Kabir's musings:  Just stay....be there.....The on-duty nurse took ...:  Just stay....be there..... The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Army Major to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said softl...

 Just stay....be there.....

The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Army Major to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said softly, to the old man lying there on the bed. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Major standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Major wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse, observing the touching moments, brought a chair so that the Major could sit beside the bed. "Thank you Ma'am!" a polite acknowledgement followed. All through the night, the young Major sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the officer move away and rest awhile. He graciously refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, he was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Major released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited... Finally, she returned & started to offer words of sympathy, but the Major interrupted her "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Major replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here!" The nurse listened on, confused. "When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed." "So then what was the purpose of your visit here, at the hospital, Sir?", the nurse queried of him. "I came here tonight to find a Mr. Vikram Salaria. His son was Killed in J&K last night, and I was sent to inform him." 'But the man whose hand you kept holding whole night was Mr. Vikram Salaria!' They stood in complete silence. There couldn't be anything more assuring for a dying man than his son's hand !!
*The next time someone needs you ... just be there & Just stay !