Feeling spiritual
Yesterday I jokingly told Graham that if he was going to think contstantly about passport requests and nothing else he might as well give cosmic ordering a go. It's not his cup of tea at all, but what's he got to lose? I don't think he bothered, but I must admit that I lay there in bed last night asking the cosmos for the huge favour that is delivering to us our passport requests before the end on next week. It's not such a huge favour really, we're destined to get them eventually, I'd just like the cosmos to hurry it up a little.
I'm not sure whether I entirely believe in this cosmic ordering, especially since it is a bit of a celebrity fad at the moment, but I have said before in this or one of my other blogs that when I truely decide on something I want things usually start falling into place to make it happen. It probably is all just positive psychology - wanting something so much makes you much more likely to take action to get it, to identify opportunities that normally would just pass over your radar and to not give up on it until you get it - you start to think of ways you can get round any obstacles that might pop up in the way.
Having said that I'm still pretty firm in my belief that we and everything in this world are all part and parcel of the same thing. We create god, we are god, all of nature is god and god is nature, we are all one interconnected entity. Everything is linked and as such if we find a way to bend the universe to our will then nearly anything is possible. So right now I've got to send some positive vibes through the cosmos to the person at CHC who is dealing with our file - urge him/her (I think it is a her) to pick up our file and work through it and send us our passport requests, before thinking of summer and ice cream and picnics and holidays and Friday night out on the beer with her friends.
From Pantheism to Hinduism. I've just finished reading Cloud Atlas, a book very much based on the idea of interconnectivity through the years, on reincarnation. There's a poem in it by Ralph Waldo Emerson that really speaks to me. I've never come across it before but I expect it's very famous - I'm not a bit intelligent when it comes to poetry but I know what I like when I read it.
Brahma
If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.










