6th Dialogue
Seeker: I'm still sleeping in this world, despite feeling so awake. I see that it is all a dream all the time and often are not the dreams we dream but the dream of others. This may seem right but for me it all seems so wrong ... so full of concepts of right, wrong, freedom, equality that ultimately make no sense. Sometimes, I feel far from home, while here. My experience as a human being has been magical, with its negative and positive, and I feel lonely in this purpose. Will people ever wake up to themselves one day? For the God that exists in each one of them? I once heard that the world is a pantheon of sleeping Gods. I feel it to be true. But I end up catching myself dreaming again. There are no certainties in life. Not even death. If I said I saw the face of death would you believe? And I'm still here, whatever that means. The past does not exist today and the future will be just one more repetition of everything that has happened. There was one day that I was suffering by being more energetic than I should and all I wanted was to go home. And then I thought "Is that what we really want? To return home? In a higher sense?" But one certainty I have. It is love that seals things. It is love that awakens us. The experience in the Ashram never left my mind even for a second, even in dreams. I always return in my mind for that room and you're always there, as my guru. I cannot go this year but I dream that next year we will meet again in the new or old ashram, because this experience made me discover a deep sense of devotion and purity of soul. I'll be happy with an answer :)
Seeker: I'm still sleeping in this world, despite feeling so awake. I see that it is all a dream all the time and often are not the dreams we dream but the dream of others. This may seem right but for me it all seems so wrong ... so full of concepts of right, wrong, freedom, equality that ultimately make no sense. Sometimes, I feel far from home, while here. My experience as a human being has been magical, with its negative and positive, and I feel lonely in this purpose. Will people ever wake up to themselves one day? For the God that exists in each one of them? I once heard that the world is a pantheon of sleeping Gods. I feel it to be true. But I end up catching myself dreaming again. There are no certainties in life. Not even death. If I said I saw the face of death would you believe? And I'm still here, whatever that means. The past does not exist today and the future will be just one more repetition of everything that has happened. There was one day that I was suffering by being more energetic than I should and all I wanted was to go home. And then I thought "Is that what we really want? To return home? In a higher sense?" But one certainty I have. It is love that seals things. It is love that awakens us. The experience in the Ashram never left my mind even for a second, even in dreams. I always return in my mind for that room and you're always there, as my guru. I cannot go this year but I dream that next year we will meet again in the new or old ashram, because this experience made me discover a deep sense of devotion and purity of soul. I'll be happy with an answer :)
Satyavan: Hello dear, you need to mature, mature, mature. Observe and let go without coming in without going out, without change, without reaching, without leaving, observing and letting go, without changing ... the webs will become thinner fainter, until they disappear... There's nowhere to go to, nowhere to return from, there is only glory, splendor, Wholeness! Waking up, higher sense, lower sense, to return home ... all an illusion, all an illusion ... don’t despair, and even if you do, it doesn’t matter, since all is part of this story that never really happened, and that apparently is taking place in the Infinity of Your splendor! Observe everything, because everything emerges from you, from the center of your being. Observe all that and remove its importance, a lot you will see by seeing nothing. It’s not important, let yourself mature, surrender yourself to joy, surrender yourself to sorrow, surrender yourself to the magic, give yourself to agony, surrender yourself without surrendering, touch without touching, let yourself mature ... I'm always here, I'm always here ...
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