February 28, 2008 • 12:36 pm
What happened between August 21, 2006 and October 21, 2006 is as fresh in my mind as an early morning dewdrop on a green leaf. So alive is the pain that just a little thought atom from this long-lasted episode revives the experience that killed me each moment during this decade-long 2 months. But what it could not destroy is my love–love that has now matured.
Pure love has no space for forgiveness. This is because those who love don’t hold anyone guilty or accountable for the misery that was caused to them. In other words, the question of forgiveness arises only when you hold someone responsible for your pain.
There is no remorse. There is no hurt. But the fear has been clinging to me like I cling to my soul for survival. It has become inseparable. It flows in my blood.
What do I do? Face it or fly? Right now, it’s hidden under the carpet.
Filed under: Life
February 19, 2008 • 10:36 am
Promethea scribbled in her mental diary:
“Poke fun at yourself before others make fun of you. Counteract arguments with laughter, as nothing can defeat laughter while it can defeat thousand words coated with venom.”
Filed under: Promythia's daily notes
February 12, 2008 • 4:32 pm
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.” — Jalal ad-Din Rumi
Does the truth take birth from the womb of experience, or it always exists in the cosmic egg and manifests only when the appropriate experience takes place? Can an experience not be fabricated, that is, is the truth-as we see it-not actually an illusion?
My visit to the Osho International Meditation centre was one of those experiences-an ecstasy induced by beautiful surroundings and high-energy activities like meditation and sitting silently under the sun. Never before I have loved a place so much. Never before I have enjoyed meditation so much: Sufi music, shaman drums, natural dances, humor, natural beauty, and what not. I’m still high with this experience despite reading about all the crimes Osho had committed in his lifetime. The idea of his wrongdoings and the fear of doing wrong coerces me to judge whether his techniques and his thinking (rather his thoughts) are right and nontoxic.
What do I believe in: the blissful experience that I had in the Osho commune, or the fear that I experience about treading a wrong road, although for a very short while? Both are my personal experiences, but have they not germinated from the ideas or thoughts that have been collecting in my dangerously fertile subconscious or conscious?
Righteousness–
the better half
Of immorality
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