Do you suffer from spiritual amnesia?
Our lives, because of spiritual amnesia, have become a search for
meaning and relevance. Whatever it is that we face in life, if we
can find a meaning for it, or assign a meaning to it, we can usually
endure it. I think it is because we hold onto the hope that by
divine design or synchronicity, all the tiny threads of life’s
tapestry will eventually form a beautiful piece of artwork, where
each and every thread will become unique and irreplaceable. We trust
above all that the final unveiling will be utterly exquisite and the
moments of pain will be swept away.
of death provides us
with a rare opportunity to survey a life—someone’s completed story,
from the perspective of meaning and relevance.
Without another song to sing, the music fades but the incandescence
lingers on. Some say that every word ever spoken, and every thought
and emotion ever experienced, remains with the earth, forever.
Whether by our contribution to the Akashic (Soul) Record or whether
through our adamantine particles impregnating everything we ever
passed by or touched or thought about, surely we, the real
individual personality essence that makes us who we are (in whatever
realm we inhabit) immortal. Is there another definition?
If we could expand our sense of self beyond the narrow confines of
physicality and focus, beyond the straight jackets of creeds and
rituals and asanas, and beyond the perpetual striving for
perfection, simply to see the inner beauty and let it express
outwardly, being who it is and loving who it is… we may find, as the
“In beauty it is finished.”
If there were some force in opposition to the Divine (if that were
even possible), it would surely be frustrated with the Divine Human.
For notwithstanding the most dreadful of deeds and the most heart
wrenching losses, our souls nearly always manage to emerge as
heroes. Perhaps it was planned that way or perhaps the Divine in us
always draws towards itself exactly what it needs for optimum
As billions of souls, navigating in our vulnerable human
embodiments, we face each unknown day, each life and death itself,
with the greatest courage and beauty. We learn to grow and to
evolve. We both improve and accept, suffer and rejoice. We innovate
and we tolerate, we disappoint and we inspire. And death reminds us
that our souls will always have the last word