Sometimes I teach meditation to my friends and colleagues.
In that meditation class I would teach how to meditate and run a 30 minute meditation and then the remaining 30 mins I might explain about some concept - obviously these are universal concepts and not my own. It could be something I read or learnt from my own spiritual teachers, used and found them useful or sometimes they could be just some Universal concept I have read about. Following is a small topic I explained to a friend who doesn't know anything about spirituality... "Forget about the past which is gone, stop worrying about the future which is not in our hands. Only live moment to moment. Live fully in the present moment with awareness without being influenced by your past /future. Stop judging your thoughts- let them arise like waves and go, without taking action on each and every thought. Intrinsically, there is no such thing as right or wrong, Only less productive thoughts or actions from us. Once we understand this more than half of our miseries will vanish." Maybe in the future posts I will have more detail on mind and thoughts and law of attraction. Harry Potter is one of my favorite books.
I have felt connected to Harry as if he is me. The Occult has always attracted me since my childhood & continues to this day. The magic wand, the broom-rides. I have enjoyed reading comic books that had stories of witches and one of my enjoyable characters was "Sabrina-the teenage witch and her aunts Zelda and Hilda". So much so that some of us naughty kids had named one of our neighbor "Aunt Hilda" due to her tall, gaunt, poker-faced countenance :) But the reason why I like Harry is not just because of my love for occult/magic but his strengths and weaknesses and how he learns to call upon his inner strength during challenging times, his overall goodness, the help he receives from his friends, teachers due to his goodness and the way he learns to believe in himself slowly and steadily in all the 6 books...all of this makes me feel close to Harry, as if he is me. Forbidden to enter certain rooms, gardens, levels in his Hogwarts school but still fascinated by it and getting into those places inspite of his fears, that would be me. Scared upto my wits but still fascinated by the astral worlds/travels and wishing to meet spirit guides, past life regression, akashic records. The thrill of it is like taking a topsy-turvy roller-coaster ride inspite of the fears. And the school vacation is over!
Feel the dread in the pit of my stomach recalling that time as if I was a child back again reliving the school days. The rules of the school and the dreaded exams. How did I go through that?! I looked forward to finishing school and going to college and working, in those days, although now I know that growing up and working is no cakewalk. Getting up early in the morning dragging myself out of bed and brushing my teeth with the toothbrush kept ready with the toothpaste on (yeah, mum or dad kept it ready), the classwork and the homework. The homework books had to be carried to school to show the teacher if we had completed the home-work. But the day I forgot, I use to rush home during recess to get my book or else get ready to be smacked by teacher. Which I couldn't avoid once, sadly. But what did I enjoy most at school? Eating a delicious lunch during recess (mum packed it for me), sometimes enjoying the most tasty vada-paav (Indian burger) at the canteen (no, there weren't cafetarias then), the small tidbits bought at the local seller - salted bor (berries), spicy/salty guavas, going home after school unlike some girlfriends who stayed back longer. This style of mine of going home immediately after school continued through college. Saturdays which were half days, I loved it when mom or dad came to pick me up , which was usually a surprise for me. I still remember those days which evokes such happy memories for me. Going home with mom or dad meant buying chocolate or bubblegum on the way. So much fun! If it was a rainy day (and boy did it rain at times!) school left early and if dad came to pick me up from school, paddling through the knee-deep water use to be fun. I also remember dad covering my new textbooks and notebooks with brown covers, every year without fail. Such fond memories of that. Do dads still do that? Whenever I recall those happy instances, they make me feel so good. Good old days! Although they will not be back but the memories are there to be enjoyed & relived. |
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