Do we call this force by a name? Do we think of it as simply consciousness?
And how do we grapple with our hundred different thoughts of what God has meant to us in the past as well as how these ideas have changed. As I have practiced writing in the last few months, I have become more aware of the parts of my life that call out their absence. I don’t have any spiritual practice, and I pray very little. If you were to ask me though, I could tell you what I believe.
I knew that when we die, only the form disappears. The essence remains intact, it continues. But even though I have touched this place, I have not been able to live this experience in a way that frees me. It has ended up becoming a frozen intellectual thought.
As I have gone through life, I have picked up other debris. Like you, I have had shocks to my system. When something unfair has happened, I have asked, like many others: Why would God allow this? Is there really a God?
Maybe we have turned away from the meaninglessness behind rituals, but haven’t actually turned towards something. We have a right to synthesize our own practice. If our creativity helps us encounter ourselves, and encounter sacredness, then that’s one form of prayer.
Service is another. We don’t need to necessarily follow conventions, or mindlessly accept that there is a “right” way and that if this way doesn’t resonate with us, we are left with nothing.
There was a time when we thought that we would crumble if we asked, and did not get an answer. That self that was hurt needs compassion. Maybe today, we are a little bit stronger, and can let ourselves fumble in the dark.
We can risk asking. We can shake lose our frozen, numb places and start on what really is the ultimate quest that gives meaning to our lives.
HERSH says
Keep asking these questions… That is something which we all have to grapel with… All u owe to yourself is honesty!!! Seek.. With a pure heart .. ❤
ritu.pisces@gmail.com says
Thank you. Yes, that’s true!