Every vice in its fullest manifestation, from seed to leaf, acknowledged its presence and highlighted how it has been very much around just waiting for the right opportunity to reach fruition.
Life is a game - call it football, call it cricket - Maya has been the player and I’ve been the ball. Tossed around, thrown up and down... but then again... not really. The analogy is only partly true. It’s been the game between virtues and vices and yes, I’ve been the subject of contention. Vices are the clear favourites, having been winners for a long while now.
Poor virtues, they have had a horrible time so far, but there is a good coach around and so there is hope. But the mind is the playground where thoughts have been tossed around. The scores don't look too good for the virtues. There is skill and there is determination but with the vices there is sheer power and they play foul. So every now and then, the virtues take a thorough beating.
And then there is a nursery rhyme that is merrily sung in the background
PieceO'Trash, PieceO'Trash, where have you been?
I’ve been to Maya's for a thorough beatin'!
PieceO'Trash, PieceO'Trash, how did it feel?
Chuckle, chuckle, giggle, giggle, but don't even ask!
And then an amazing scene...
A patient is in ICU... just out of coma...on intravenous drip...and his friend is sitting next to him saying...
'... and you know, when you become the world boxing champion, here is what you got to do... at times it will be tough and if you are not careful, you may get a punch or two on your nose, but just remember this tip, adjust yourself slightly to avoid the blow and deliver a knock out like this!'
Ah the irony! And the joke! And yet how effective!
'...so now are you prepared? Raise your hand, I want to confirm that you are listening!'
The patient gives a broad grin and enthusiastically musters all remaining energy to raise the one free hand!
'Great! All hail the new world boxing champion! You are almost there, just get out of bed, do this one practice and soon, the world will be at your feet! Gotta go, seeya tomorrow!'
The patient smiles, lying on his bed, remembering the powerful words of his buddy... and then the throbbing pain hits him on his chest and he doubles over... uhh... I'm dying! Thoughts of World boxing championship fade away dramatically...
What a wonder! What a wonder!
After this amazing amritvela, I got up and wondered on my next steps. Picked up a murli and guess what my friend, philosopher and guide had to say?
'If you do not have the power to control your thoughts, take an injection to become bodiless. Come and sit next to the Father! Then your thought-power will not run wildly. Do you not know how to sit next to Baba? The only task Baba has given you is the task of just sitting next to Him, nothing else! You now understand that this is very easy, but because you take back the reins of your intellect after having given them to the Father, you then have to make unnecessary effort to control your mind. Now become free from having to labour over anything wasteful.' 19/12/1979
Uhh... Ahhh... Wah!!!
'The only task Baba has given you is the task of just sitting next to Him, nothing else!'
I went and lay on the bed pondering over this amazing statement...The calm after the storm... so peaceful, liberating...
The kingdom has been lost, I am on my back looking at the stars and a strange sense of peace dawns... almost a relief, it’s all over. Now I can be with my beloved again...
The Mahabharata - it’s all about me. Every character. Every scene. It’s the blinding flash of the obvious.
And in that day's murli Baba said... just stay in my heart and you will be safe. Suddenly it hit me, I was being the spectator of these scenes of chaos... and yet there was no feeling of sorrow. Just watching...Oooh Baba, I love you sooooo much!
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