Saturday, April 11, 2009

Perfection of our circumstances

We can see the perfection of our circumstances, whatever they be, if we see that one thing leads to another. Whatever we may be experiencing, it is the effect of a cause. That a precise cause leads to a precise effect is the perfection in our circumstances. For example, if we cut our hands with a razor blade, we would bleed. There cannot be an exception to this rule - the causal circumstances being the same, the effectual circumstances would also be the same, regardless of time and location.

Our problem of course is that we are unable to accept any effect if it is uncomfortable to us. We have to learn to de-condition ourselves from our inability to accept circumstances after the cause has been affected. We no doubt have the option of ensuring that we do not cause anything that would be uncomfortable to us in the future. But oftimes, causes are not within our control. Thus, perfection being the law of existence, we have to harmonize our minds to the reality and experience the perfect life that all of us are already living.

There is naught but life

Life continues after death because death is only a change of form of life. Life was neither created nor will it ever cease to be. There is naught else but life, in various forms.

Not One God but the oneness of existence

Originally Posted by Charzhino
... in comparison to the Hindus who had been led far astray from their original Vedantic teachings of One God.
A small correction. Vedanta does not teach of One God, but of the oneness of existence.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Scale of Grandeur

Puranic literature is full of metaphor and imagery. Events are drawn on gigantic canvas to keep the spirit of the times alive for generations to come and they have succeeded because even today the recounting of the events of the puranic times is a matter of wonderous emotional and spiritual journey and it unfailingly inspires us to rise beyond our petty self to the greater glory of living. To put puranic literature through the rigours of a scientific theory is akin to limiting poetry to the literature of traffic rules.