Awakening happens when one has an insatiable thirst to know the truth.
As we go through our lives we dive deeper and deeper into the waters, understanding our conscious and sub-conscious mind. Slowly discovering our Selves, one piece at a time.
As we age we go through the journey of awakening, and reawakening. Over and over, overcoming our obstacles, learning the meanings of compassion. Till finally, the last eye closes, and the spirit is set free.
I’ve always believed in the symbolic meaning of heaven and hell. Before your last breath your brain releases a surge of chemicals, sending you on your last trip. And as you go on your last journey you go through the memories of your past in a flash. Seeing everything you’ve loved and hated pass before your eyes.
And the final question would be as you are watching the screenplay of your life, have you done enough good to release you from your karma? I remember reading a quote somewhere that if this is how drugs feel like here, then heaven must be out of this world. And hell would be a very dark place to go.
Meditate on compassion. Don’t let your spirits be weighed down by the bad you’ve done to others. Forgive and ask for forgiveness. Only then we can come together.
(Source: collector-of-eyes, via bonjour-bambi)
I think it was in Gandhi’s book on Christianity that he mentioned a quote from the Hindu Vedas where God speaks many tongues therefore, is speechless, and He comes in many forms and is formless.
Now a couple of years down the road from when I read the book, I’ve come across Karen Armstrong’s book “A History of God”, which brings the reader on a historical journey of the evolution of religion from paganism to monotheism.
What I get out of it is that throughout time, religion has been adapted to culture and language to prevent it from going obsolete. It’s interesting to think how in today’s world, religious perspectives change and where it will go. Are we still going to hang on to the old ideas and customs, or will there be a spiritual revolution; just like how the main religions today began?
Another day another rock.
We’re sitting on a rock, I’m taking endless amount of photos and Ben is playing the harmonica. Wee
This was for a friend’s sister who’s a doctor and loves whales. It’s called Spirit to Life.
I did this using watercolour and acrylic on watercolour paper. I referenced Brandon Boyd’s mural for the stringy sea. See more here!
I fleet I float a fruit out my flute hole.