My journal: Spiritual Change Agents

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I woke up with a feeling of ugh about something unkind someone said to me yesterday. I’d rather wake up with a song in my heart of course, but I reminded myself that song and sorrow are two sides of the same coin – just like pleasure and pain, praise and slander, abundance and hardship, loss and gain, hope and despair. As long as we live in this world of duality, we will be pulled into one or the other constantly. The wholeness that is God contains everything. The trick is to not run away from one, or run to the other, but to accept whatever comes, with equanimity. There is probably a reason behind each experience that comes to me, a lesson. Once I accepted this, I felt lighter, even though I haven’t figured out what the lesson is yet.

 

And then, coincidentally (I noticed everything these days seems coincidental, so how coincidental can it be!?), this is the first thing I read, when I opened “The Unmistakable Touch of Graceâ€, by Cheryl Richardson – “Who are your spiritual change agents? Imagine meeting a cast of characters at the beginning of your life who agree to take on roles that will assist you with your spiritual development.†Ah, that’s what it is - another step to help in my spiritual progress! The people around me, in my life are my spiritual change agents! My husband, my son, my parents, my sister, my close friends may have agreed to take on leading roles in my life; and others, like extended family, my colleagues at work, random people I meet, acquaintances play supporting roles. I play a part in their spiritual development, and

they play a part in mine. The master manipulator of course, is behind the scenes – the director of this cosmic drama, the playwright that wrote the dialogs for each of us, the puppeteer that pulls the strings from above, the prompter in the wings who prompts me to say the right lines at the right time. The trick again, is to not take it personally, and think I am my role. The objective of this play is not to identify with the person I’m born in this life as, but to learn the moral of the story, and recognize and give credit to the cosmic director. This is His play, His drama – I am but a thought, an idea of His.

 

The lesson I learn again and again is that it is not I, the inner soul that’s in anyway affected – it’s only watching the show; but it’s the ego that feels hurt, cries hot tears, rewinds and replays every event feeling the hurt more and more. It is the ego that starts out as a small speck of dirt, but grows bigger and bigger until it becomes a cannon ball ready to explode. It grows so big that it blocks out God, it doesn’t let any light or air in. Before it explodes and tries to hurt others, I try to kick it away, as far as I can. I guess it keeps coming back, and why the lessons keep repeating. May be one day it will go away and never come back.

 

Sai Ram and Love,

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