AUM SAINATH: EVOLUTIONARY WORK-SHOP

TOOL-KIT IN CONSCIOUSNESS, EVOLUTIONARY WORKSHOP

God, in-dwells, in the smallest imaginable details. Train an electron microscope on a Tradescantia, a commonn enough house-plant, known commonly as wandering Jew, and it faithfully reflects our own image back through the 1000's of tiny lens-eye's that "watch" through through surface of each leaf-blade.

Then, gradually bit-by-bit it dawns, nothing "happens" outside. It's our fourth-dimensional response "eye", "inside." Each must select their own spot source for, insight. It's like a mega-mall you enter. You, must know what you wish to pick off the shelf. Look where you will. There are countless super-fertile spots awaiting re-discovery.

Why does the complex, fascinate us?Try not to allow the ever-present paradox to throw you off-balance; derive deeper, wisdom, and take comfort from its's immaculate working.

Remaining centered, grounded, and on-track.This moment the earth hurtles through space at a mind-numbing, gravity-defying, super-velocity. Yet, can you sense a minutest bump? And should you be seated in the luxurious confines of a super-svelte Rolls-Royce, limousine you would, feel, though ever so slight, the odd jump. Power from the beyond flows copiously through ordinary sights and sounds.

Only, Natures Way is extra-ordinary.

And here is man, with a galaxy of systems and methods at his disposal. A multitude of centres well-versed in speaking on the transcendental, and the like. Moreover, in the midst of the stunning beauty, around, there are some who say: "Where are the answers." "I'm bored." "Or, where shall i search." This, saps you of your vital wonder-generating fluids.Somewhere in the blue beyond an eagle, wheels, with graceful mastery on an invisible thermal. Not a precious moment has it to spare on meaningless, banter.

So, when a butterfly whirrs its wings, sipping lustily nectar off a lotus on Dal Lake, it creates an instant and corresponding, ripple, at the far-flung spots of the cosmos. I once marvelled at a film where a beautiful structure was built by engineers, as a tribute to the supra-ingenuity of ants. For years they studied the hard-working ants on the ant-hill. The super-structure fashioned by the ants, i felt, was far superior, in proportion and symmetry. That an ant's thinking apparatus is infinitely smaller than a pin-point, does not boogle my mind, but re-awaken me to wonder with added, super-appreciation.

These small (re-read as momentous) diecoveries warm my heart; open Spirit's Gate, merging me with the beyond, within...Split-second timing govers our universe.An opera commensing in Rome, is timed to this centrall-orchestrated, cadense. This sentence, is also linked to THAT very, pulse. Feel, yourself as a vital key, pre-orchestrated into a timing as sacred. Cosmic conjgruence is timed to an all-knowing rhythym. Place yourself, full, in the stream of this flow to sense the transcendence. 'Know,' during all moments, that higher Presence move in all you do. During those, rare, moments you find yourself in tune with the Infinite. I sense a vaster picture, evolve.

As a drop re-melts into a rivulet, losing its limited identity, and becoming the river. Till it sheds, even that re-awakens to merge with a greater, ocean. A greater, "find" i find hard to perceive, let alone fathom.Yes, in "losing" surely arrives, silent an ultimate "gain." Cosmic wholeness.The final course you chart your compass to, will be rewards and secrets unique only to you.

Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
India
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