“Two people in love can practically conquer anything.”
(August 1958)
A long time ago, even before time, we made a tryst to meet again in time. We parted thus, with a promise, and journeyed across space and time for thousands of miles and millions of years. The road slowly winds its way to that appointed place, and time slowly curves to unfold that wonderful hour of acknowledgement.
The tears that spilled from our disappointed eyes, rising from the unseen wounds of our hearts, so many, many times, only to strengthen the memory of that dream and energize it into reality. What was the light that showed us the way? Who was that kind friend who told us what we needed to know? Maybe it was I and maybe it was you. Maybe it was that wish between us that took so many, many forms to tell us again and again, leading us onward and beyond, unfolding a never ending adventure. So many times like fools, we turned our sights backward, afraid of what lay ahead, not trusting the signs, indifferent to the wisdom within. The ghost of death has followed us this far but he is wary now, unsure if we are as terrified of him as we once were.
Our childhood is too often destroyed by the soldiers of tragedy who teach us how to fear, and live in prison cells of our own making. We are slowly led to destroy the knowing within, and take for granted that the world is full of misery. Why? But why celebrate death?? Why scream about it in radio and television and newspapers? Why erect a tombstone in the memory of my last life, when here I am, laughing at it!
Sometimes, there is such an eerie stillness all around, when everything seems so familiar, so intimate, like the cool coziness of an evening breeze. The aura of a place that lives in the memory, deep within, suddenly rises to the surface and fills the awareness... the senses tremble. It is as if all of creation suddenly stopped to catch its breath and heaved a sigh outside of time. As if everything was abruptly frozen and life was dead still, but one is alive, more alive than ever. Another memory from the womb of the soul... another strange thought... death is an old foe... and we promised to conquer it together.
“Beauty
deserves an admirer
like me.
Restless for love was
augury of your coming
inspiration for a lifetime
from the first few moments,
a flame that knows
no dire breeze
in my mind, a temple
You are the deity.
My sorrows halved
and happiness doubled,
a tryst
with the same destination
we belong to nothing
but Love.”
We are living with imperfection, only for the sake of perfection. How many artifices we make, how much we slog and suffer to express the spontaneous excellence, which we hardly know, which hides within. The word has found a new meaning. So we need a truer dictionary. Clinging to the past would mean holding on to untruth and living a lie.
Something just “clicks” and we call it success or happiness or whatever. We are so faithfully deceived in believing that we have established a firm grip on that “something” which is not true. So on and on we go. From one dreadful event to another. From one war to another era of a deceptive peace.
The superstructures of an egotistical world will collapse to smithereens; I almost see them collapsing right now, as I write this and a new world is emerging. Emerging along with people at a certain wavelength, doggedly dreaming a similar dream, relentlessly directing their efforts to the achievement of that dream, never saying die, never losing faith, although falling a thousand times.
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Amy seemed to throb with every beat of Gadz's heart. He was missing her, terribly and yet something seemed to indicate that she was about to come. It was hinting itself in ordinary things... a face on a billboard, a sudden song or line in a newspaper... Yet there were also the memories of loss, someone so sad, who refused to believe in hope...
The individual scars in our separated hearts sometimes give expression to a collective wound that screams at us from our television screens...
THE DAY THE WORLD STOPPED
Wednesday, 12 September, 2001
Hello Gadz,
It is a terribly sad day here in the US. I'm sure that you have heard that terrorists launched the largest attack ever on the US. My best friend, Heather, usually parks her car next to the World Trade Center. Luckily, she had the day off and is safe in her home. My sister was flying on a plane to come and see me, and had to make an emergency landing in Tennesee. It could have been her plane, Gadz! They used Cross-national and international planes as bombs...weapons of destruction! On T.V. they showed footage of Palestinians rejoicing in our pain. Never once have I rejoiced in theirs. My country could be going to war. It's something I never wanted to see in my country. The predictions of the sages such as Nostradamus, and Edgar Cayce were correct. As some in the world come closer to light, the balance brings the rest into the dark. They are choosing International flights, Gadz! I'm trying to meditate on what to do, but I can't seem to get any clarity. I'm becoming afraid of my trip there. Not so much flying there, but returning!!! Will you meditate also and give me your purist feeling and response? In my area, it is very dry and mountainous. This is the season of wildfires. These fires are controlled by air. Planes that drop water and earth to stop them. All flights are suspended, including fire control... the whole of the Lake nearby is in a cloud of smoke! The fires are very close and they are not stopping. I wish I could talk to you. I don't know when you will get this, but we are going to have a prayer vigil at my time. If you get this, please send some love and light for healing and peace.
Love, Amy. *
(.*_*.)
Dear Amy,
I had a premonition of the New York Tragedy a long time back. I wrote it in www.gadzooksoneness.com in words such as these:
“Old ideas and old methods are increasingly under pressure and the rigid people with outdated attitudes have a tough time coming. Nothing is as important as the need to cultivate one's self and bring about a sense of fairness, within and immediately without. Fear is the result from the insecurity of being unable to understand, what the heaven is going on?”
Therefore, my simple question is, “Why must hundreds and thousands of ordinary people pay the price for the enmity between social/political parties?” The Human Being is not an isolated entity. He or She represents the culmination of a long evolutionary journey. Amazing powers lie in the heart of the human mind but the average human being scarcely uses them just by giving in to FEAR. The Trade Center Building and the Pentagon are not the REAL American self. I think this is a lesson for the nation's evolution and I think it is also about people like You. Who are reaching out to understand that the rest of the world is not as fortunate as You are... You who are willing to explore the unknown without fear.
Our world will increasingly become ONE. America represents the whole of humanity. I pray that this time we endure.
With Love and prayers...
Yours, Gadz,
Postscript :
How profane our lives have become! We take so much for granted, thinking ourselves civilized and human, capable of understanding God, arrogant enough to define what God should be, on whom God grants mercy and salvation, and who God willfully ignores.
Even those intellectuals think they have some idea about the Divine process. They know for one thing that God remains silent most of the time and so their opinions rule the world in that typical indifferent manner. A manner reflected on the way we are shuffled by a law which assumes we are liable to commit a crime at the first available opportunity. That human nature is inherently evil and there is no redemption and we are to take every precaution against it.
And so we use our bloated intelligence to make weapons and devices to make ourselves superior to our fellow men. And so we educate ourselves to self-reassure our smug authority. But we have come full circle. Our unconscious comes back to us ever more swiftly and we are being made to face the monsters of our own fears. Our deepest feelings are reflected in our environs, in the way we approach our life and its goals.
Granted that undeveloped minds, given freedom will make the wrong choices and wreck the world. But freedom implies simply that. We are free to destroy ourselves, free to choose a life of tame domesticity and breeding brutes over Love. Free to carefully avoid a commitment that asks for too much honesty and settle for flimsy flings that run their course through one sunrise and sunset. Free to disguise our emancipation with carefully chosen garb, and deliberate words calculated for maximum impact. And free to remain prisoner.
Human family, human society cannot remain pivoted around the same survival issues that marked the terrain of our life thousands of years before. Once the center is found, the unique manifestation of an individual consciousness, everything else is just dying vibrations. It becomes tiring to live in the midst of minds that still believe in the illusions which we have overcome.
One day, I stood by the railings of a bridge over the Mutha river in Pune. I was lost in thought looking at odd couples riding in two wheelers that Sunday, when my sight opened to a flock of pigeons flying in formation. Round and round they flew around the bridge, as if performing for me and telling me something...
Are WE flying in formation, ecstatic at the sheer joy of flight? We seem to be lonely as we spread our wings. We fly alone, tracing circles and getting lost in heavy clouds of murkiness and incomprehension. Those clouds are our fears, our refusal to trust The Voice within that speaks so gently, getting away from the noisy crowd is the only way to hear it.
The Being to whom the voice in us belongs, knows so much more than we understand. It has seen us take form from the nethermost infinite, it has seen us rise from our graves through all the lives that we embody in our souls, it understands while we struggle to express that infinity through an imperfect body and a finite mind, trying to be immortal in a mortal framework, wanting to live, but dying everyday...
IT IS NOT ABOUT BEING AN ISOLATED INDIVIDUAL
BUT TO FIND THE BEING THAT IS MADE UP OF US ALL !!!
(.*_*.)
* I got goose pimples when I discovered in 2004, that the Amy of my imagination, whose letter here is the words of a friend from USA, was a flight attendant on AA Flight 11 - Amy Sweeney, who died in the 9/11 Triple Towers tragedy. Mark the words : They used Cross-national and international planes as bombs... weapons of destruction!”- clearly conveying Amy Sweeney’s horror. May Her Soul forever shine with the infinite Light of Being.
