Please God help me! My life is hard and I can’t see a way forward. If you help me God, I promise to pray more.
Words I’m sure are familiar to almost every believer and non believer in God. As a Buddhist, I don’t accept the God concept, but even I’ve begged for help in times where there’s seemed little hope. Looking down from my 17th floor window I see road rage from people who feel it’s their ‘God Given’ right to get to work first. Horns beeping, sirens wailing, rushing to traffick accidents. There’s news on the TV about a girl who left Britain at 15yrs to join ISIS and now wants to come back. The man who got stabbed whilst trying to rescue a stranger in trouble & the political war on Brexit. So much for a single mind to cope with and its only 7am. But tonight in the silence of darkness, down on their knees begging God for forgiveness, to make the child they hit during a fit of road rage pull through. To show mercy on the Jihadi bride & to sort out the problems created by Brexit. They’ll all be there on their knees evading personal responsibility, expecting God to suck up all their problems and absolve them like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. But if their prayers aren’t answered, we all know who’s to blame don’t we?
So here’s today’s discussion thread… If there is indeed a God, why expect him to constantly clean up the carnage created by man/woman?
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This is exactly what I’m doing now! This is my experience of reconnecting when all hope seemed to have gone. When things seem tough, when you feel you can’t move any further and all energy has gone – surrender. It worked for me & I know it will work for you!
Do you spend most of your time on autopilot? Welcome to the club. It’s something we all do at some time in life.
Making plans, thinking about the future, trying to complete our To-Do lists. We’re so busy rushing towards the future and some wonderful event more exciting than the present moment, we forget to really live. Many great experiences in the here and now are missed in the chaos of life the present moment is an obstacle between now, and the best bits of life. We don’t even realise, we could already be there.
How often have you walked or driven somewhere, and not remembered the journey? Or eaten your favourite meal without tasting a single bite or savouring any of its delicious flavours. Mindfulness or being present is the fastest way to live life more fully with happiness and wisdom. It simply involves moment to moment awareness of what is happening now, both inside and outside. Internally we become more aware of our body and our mind, while externally we begin to broaden our awareness so we notice what’s really happening in the external environment.
One way to experience present moment awareness, is to just to STOP for no more than a minute and be totally aware of what is happening right now.
“You wouldn’t catch me going up in that lift” they said. “Being so high up, anything could happen” they said – and they’re right!
Some see life through my eyes as terrifying, they’ve even said it to my face. What a gift it is though, to be living on the 17th floor. Standing on my balcony, the view is incredible and they’re so right – anything could indeed happen. Not only can I see the whole of the city & further, an abundance of trees present too many shades of green to even count. As spring approaches, peregrine falcons take flight after hatching their young, and circle in the distance in search of pigeons separated from their group. Sometimes I hold my breath as they come right outside my window. At night, glistening jewels that are street lights & houses, dominate the landscape taking me on a journey of wild imagination but not until my mind & body have bathed in the image of fiery orange/yellow sunsets.
Never underestimate the power of death – or indeed the power of life!
Something I learned in India a couple of years ago. I’d taken myself off for some peace & quiet, away from the hustle & bustle of Rishikesh market to sit for a while on the banks of the sacred river Ganga. Ram Jhula to be exact. Where holy men bathe, and cows roam peacefully alongside them. You can’t help but notice the the interconnectedness of all living things in a place like this. On this particular day however, I learned an even greater lesson. Looking out across the river, a young boy of 11 or 12yrs old caught my eye. Barefoot and dressed only in red draped material from waist to thigh, he rummaged in the water, every so often popping something into his mouth. It was hard to make out exactly what he was picking up from a distance and after a while, curiosity got the better of me. For half an hour I’d watched this strange behaviour and had to find out. When I asked, the answer was far from what I expected. In broken English, he told me how he was collecting gold. Gold from the bodies of dead people cremated there. Gold they no longer needed, which could feed his family for a week. At this moment everything made sense. The irrational fear of death, when actually it’s merely a continuation of life.