From delusion lead me to Truth.
From darkness lead me to Light.
From death lead me to Immortality. - from the Brihad Aranyaka Upanishad
Better than a thousand useless verses is one verse that gives peace - The Buddha
I am increasingly finding myself in a state of flux, a state of constant questioning, a very fluid, unstable state of affairs, in some respects in my external life but much more so in my internal life, within myself. In the maelstrom of my soul, the above poetic truths, especially the prayer from the Upanishad, are proving of great comfort, and immense value. It has to be said that I am not one for prayer - I never could truthfully, sincerely cast my thoughts and woes up to the Creator, or God. I did not believe in what I was praying to, and sometimes even questioned what was being prayed for. And yet, I could see the power of the prayer in its effect on others.
I can see myself quite readily reciting the above prayer, as it is a truth of the most exquisite fundamentality & simplicity, yet is of immeasurable importance.
There has to be something more to this world than the material. If all there is to live for is Robert Peston, your paycheck and kebabs, then really, what sort of a life is that? Not one of much merit. Of course, there are higher feelings, things of greater importance in human life, such as family, companionship, love, but so much of that has been greatly eroded by the horrific culture we have allowed ourselves to slip into. Our comfort is our spiritual downfall. Material wealth is no substitute for spiritual fulfillment. No, there has to be more to life than this, a force we can direct and channel our efforts towards, one to shine light on our darkened souls. What is that truth, what is that source of light? I am not sure, for there is growing within me a thought, or rather a theory, that all faiths correlate, and eventually lead back to the Source, to the end goal, to Nirvana, Heaven, whatsoeever it may be called.
There is a problem with the theory, that being that religions are indivisible. You can't pluck one element from Christianity and staple it on to Hinduism. It is simplier within the families (Abrahamic & Vedic), but still, one can't really cross-pollinate with religious elements. One has to make a commitment, and accept a religion as the entire entity. But how does one accept? Is accept the right word? I am certain it is not, but I can't think of another, more appropriate term. Adopt? Convert to? In the end, such a process doesn't really need a word, for such things go beyond words. But then one is not suddenly heathen one day and the Pope the next - these things take time, as religions have so many different elements & practices involved that there is an inevitable evolution in one's faith, from infantile scrabblings to mature contemplation and on to perfection, whatever that may be. St John of the Cross described the Dark Night of the Soul in terms of taking a child from the teat and letting it walk on its own two feet - cruel perhaps, but only through austerity and trial does one advance in faith.
How does one quantify one's faith? Where does one draw the line between perfection and 'getting there'? Does the journey ever really end, and indeed, does it matter, as surely you will be enjoying the journey, and indeed, the journey should truthfully be the object of your actions, rather than the end goal being the object. The path to Nirvana is long and narrow, and to reach it you must be alert and aware at all times, not just when you reach the Peace Supreme.
Absolute peace is a great dream of mine, in this cluttered, noisy world of ours, to be able to completely zone out and sink deep within yourself, connecting with yourself and your surroundings in altogether deeper fashions than the usual, conscious variety, would be a fantastic boon. That is where much of my appreciation of the Gita comes from, in the peace and tranquility which runs throughout the text, and flows eloquently from Krishna himself.
To return to the indivisibility of religions, this is the epicentre of my problems with Christianity. I just can't excise those aspects of the faith I dislike, as they are integral parts of the whole. So much appeals, yet one surely has to adore the entirety of God's message, rather than just those bits which do not jar with one's personal opinions. There is no 'rule' against magpie theology, but it is surely a slippery, unfocused slope, with no true resolution & wisdom behind it. One cannot help the influences of one's literary exposures & social education, but they should be manipulated to complement, rather than contest one's faith.
This blog is long, and my thoughts are schismatic. I no doubt shall return to the theme but offer my apologies for the above, as while there might be nuggets within, there is also an awful lot of kaleidoscopic mental gravel.
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