Monday, December 31, 2012

Into a new reality...


One morning I ventured out alone when my mother wasn’t looking.  We were living in a small hut at that time, just at the edge of the forest. The long winding path led me deep into the woods somewhere I hadn’t been before. Amidst soothing sounds of chirping birds, morning sunlight filtering down through the rustling leaves and a gentle breeze, what I remember most is that I wasn’t scared. For a seven year old kid, alone in the middle of a dense forest inhabited by wild animals, this comes across a striking, but no, I felt no fear, just an insatiable curiosity and an itch to explore. Then there, in the middle of nowhere stood the ruins of an old building.

Who would build such a structure right in the middle of a jungle? And why is it abandoned and falling in places? I wasn’t thinking these but trying to get in when I spotted a flight of stairs winding down into an underground cellar. I stepped down and walked into the basement. On either sides of a narrow hallway, there were small cave-like structures. And there I saw him! A very young man, with long flowing hair, in deep meditations. His body shone with a bright golden hue. He had the most divine smile on his calm face.

‘Come here,’ he gestured after opening his eyes. I walked towards him, as if drawn by a magnet and sat close by. He was tall, incredibly tall, even while sitting. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked gently and I mumbled something. His face, his skin and that golden colour—I was mesmerised. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked him. He said his name, a very familiar one. Then he asked, ‘do you want to stay with me?’ I nodded. He closed his eyes and went back into his deep state.

I was back home before mother could notice. Barely able to conceal my excitement at the morning’s adventure, I tiptoed into the kitchen where she was busy with her work. ‘Where were you?’ She had noticed after all. I blurted out everything, not forgetting to mention that there were two playful dogs with that young man in the jungle. Then I said, ‘I’m going away, to stay with that tapasvi.’ 

Before feeding and putting me to bed at night, she gave me the scolding of my life. I was her only son after all, so why wouldn’t she be upset. But I was determined. Before drifting off into sleep, I noticed the blanket that mother had pulled over me. It was shining with a golden hue… the same colour of that young man’s skin!

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What differentiates a dream from ‘reality’ is something up for debate. All dreams aren’t just chemical reactions inside your brain where your daily life is mixed and mashed randomly. And some say, your reality is nothing but one continuous dream but you’re unaware because you’re inside it, just like you wouldn’t recognise a dream as long as you’re inside the dream. Maybe it takes something like ‘stepping out’ to realize the dream like quality of our everyday reality. Memory doesn’t distinguish between the two. It takes both and puts them in the same storage place and retrieves it when you ask for it.

2012 ended like a dream and we stand on the threshold of a new year. Prophesies failed; the prophets passed over, as if to remind that no prophesy can withstand the super dynamism of the future. It’s tempting to make fun of all the failed projections, the visions of earth-standing-still, of people dying in the grand alignments, of a New Age starting right off the bat, of shifting into higher dimensions and Light bodies! Maybe the Rishis and God are rolling on the floor, laughing their guts out. Maybe Existence itself is suppressing a good laugh after tickling us with promises of apocalyptic, enlightenmentalism!  

Personally, I feel we’re at the beginning of an abundance! Both individually as well as at the societal and global levels too. Donno how this abundance will manifest and play out but I feel it’ll be beautiful, easy flowing and soothing. There’s darkness yet to reconcile to, anger yet to sublimate and wickedness still lurking within. But these shall vanish like evaporating mist when the Sun rises. We will receive the opportunities which elevate each one of us into the truly divine beings that we are. There will be newer realities and brighter playgrounds for us to indulge in to our hearts content. Light shall manifest in its highest glory on this Planet and we shall witness it, in our very lifetimes.

Here’s wishing everyone an abundant 2013! May this be the start of our unfolding divinity and magnificence. May we be guided to discover our purpose and also be blessed with the passion to pursue that purpose. And may we all come together, in our own small ways, to share our gifts, love and happiness.

May the Light shine and radiate through each one of us!

6 comments:

  1. wish you and everyone around you a very Lightful 2013..

    lets connect to each other strengths, experience Oneness sharing Love remembering eachone's contribution in our life and move without hurting other's sentiment with our beautiful polished words...May God help everyone to understand Love.....spirituality is multi-dimension one should pursue the entirity not the narrowing.

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    1. Hehe...truth hurts, isn't it? And no matter what one says, people hear what they want to hear, or what they're conditioned to hear!

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  2. And here you are ! Doling out another crisp piece of writing ! This one has an ethereal touch !
    Been a pleasure to go through this one :-)
    Wishing you a very lightful 2013 !
    MAy the light shine and radiate through each one of us..
    Amen to that !

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  3. Refreshing blog! With some cosmic humour. We create our realities and be our own guides and "we" will usher in the light age. How it will manifest, well that's the universe's problem!

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  4. Pragti, Vishwas...thanks for the comments.

    'We create our realities and be our own guides...' yes, it's so true. And so difficult for many of us, who're used to being spoon-fed and led around.

    Reminds me of a scene from 'Forrest Gump', where Forrest is running from one end of America to the other, just like that, and a large group also begins to run behind him. After a few years, he grows tired, stops running and turns back. The crowd behind him looks clueless and someone asks,'now... what about us?'.

    We are that crowd and the joke's on us, because we run behind anyone who's running, instead of going where we want to go. When the lead runner stopped, we're standing clueless ;-)

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  5. Vishu, that spoon feeding did play it's part and we too enjoyed, that was a phase ! May be we were toddlers or kinder gardeners we too enjoyed . some of us have grown up , others are still in that phase ., and i feel so sure that all will be free from running around, they would be genuinely guided, ........ that is the truth i deeply feel.

    Archana .

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