Journey to The Heart of Silence

Sonia has been a seeker for decades. In one sense all her life she sought answers. Sometimes with rage. Sometimes like a river flowing. Sometimes with unseen anguish. We have been part of her journey for about half a decade now. The thing with seeking is that there are often decades where nothing moves and moments when the tides turn in our favour. The other day, Sonia had come over and a little window opened. Shall we take it? Sonia answers -- Yes! We hold Sonia's hand and go deep. First we cross a great troubled river of regrets, years lost, people found and gone, betrayals, pain, sadness, filth, disgust… we do not drown. Like candles on a great river are we carried deeper. A roaring explodes. The stakes are higher and more mysterious. Friezes of figures eroded by centuries line our way ancient crocodiles of hate fatted on cruelties. We go deeper. Words start failing us, Whirlpools appear. But these are not just whirlpools of water, but whirlpools of countless selves, people we have known, currents of lives that support us that we do not know, it is a bitter blue, the colour of reincarnative existence only this is like numberless x-rayed ghosts, turned into a great universe filling soup. Beyond the whirlpool is a place. Like the eye of a cyclone.

There is a term called The Axis Mundi, quite literally it means The Axis of The World. In many ways that is what all true spiritual explorers seek. The axis on which existence turns. It welcomed us in. We spent minutes which seemed like infinities in this measureless place. Filling the pockets of our mind with this silence. Filling the bags in our bones. Heavy, suffused, pet-bhar-ke we staggered out. Sonia says, thank you. We say thank you back. We love going in deep. For each seeker sees the measureless in an immeasurably different way. Behind us in great love and very quietly the universe says “thank you”.

It will take years for Sonia to absorb what she found. It will take years for us to absorb what we found. Each time we go in, it's different. Each time we go in, part of us is left behind. Each time we go in, part of God comes out. Each time we go in and return, gravity holds us different. You feel in the daylight world like a balloon held in the hands of a child who forgets that he has a balloon in his hands.

 

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Know God! Use God! Be God!

Brindle moves on

If u followed the story in articles A broken leg heals {Link: click for story}, Brindle will be no stranger to you. Recently, after miraculously healing a broken leg, valiantly fighting mange and taking the other deadly challenges that a street dog must face to survive, Brindle left this world.

We were out of town for a few days, so it took awhile for me to notice that he was missing. When I scanned him, I found his aura was still open to life, but just barely. He was possibly 20 feet in a drain, and there was no way we could reach him. A day later, he was dead.

Brindle suffered intensely before dying. He died of a burst intestine. I too suffered as I felt I could not help him in his suffering. He and I were kindred spirits. We stuck to our principles, fight hard for them, and don't buckle down. Each time we passed the place he died we felt it heavy with agony. We disentangled him. And took him deeper to a place of greater healing. Possibly due to his intense suffering before dying. He came to Tarun and said "Thank You". Tarun asked "Why?" And he said because "You cared," Yes, we had given him the odd scrap of food, and pulled him out of bad fights. But I still felt, guilty. I wished I had done more. It took 20 whole days for him to reach his soul's arms.Immediately I saw the space which I believed his mortal remains were rotting, just cleared miraculously. Above green grass now grows there.

Last evening, a month later, Brindle kept coming into my thoughts. I was just opening the gate, when I could swear I felt a baby chimp come and hug me and say thank you. Brindle has chosen his next birth. I can rest happy.

 

 

This is the 40 th issue of Tickle, an e-newsletter. It is the voice of Creator's Child. An initiative built around the core concept: Know God, Use God, Be God. A special welcome to new ticklers, a heartfelt thank you to the goldies. And the contributors. Tickle is your space to share what's meaningful, amazing and God-touched. A healing. An insight. An incident. But, whatever u send must have happened to you. Or be your own thoughts. Llike Tickle? You can join the yahoo group at http://in.groups.yahoo.com/group/CCTickle

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Creator's Child Happenings

Our spiritual awakening wing, O!, which has been a one to one affair over the decades, has ventured into group sessions. We had our inaugral group workshop on 18 sept. in the Chancery Hotel, Bangalore . We soared. Thank you, one and all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Divya got married on Oct 24, 2011. She had a magnificent reception, where lots of CC members were spotted. Incidentally, just a few months back at Arun Chadha's wedding reception, Shweta and Tarun foretold that Divya would be getting married next, in just a few months. They described her to be husband Santosh and also said his name would start with a S. Way to go guys.

Moral of the story, attend more weddings in Shweta and Tarun's company, and u'll find a husband/wife sooner. Any takers?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But is one-pointedness only about commanding human concentration, and waiting for the tides of power to rise? In The Universe can be yours (Deccan Herald, Oct 15, 2011), Tarun and Celia Cherian, will answer your question. Click here

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