Learning to Blog

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Soul Healer

Soul Words of the Soul Healer…… What is this Blog?  …. Why these words?.... Are they the answer to all your questions, quandaries, soul-searching, musings, heart ache, grief?.... Are they answer to mine?.... Seriously? … The answer is I don’t know.

But some years ago, very incidentally, nothing planned, my heart started asking questions. My soul started yearning to fill some emptiness in my heart. It was as if no luxury, no joy on earth could satiate the hunger in my heart. No excess of the flesh and luxuries could bring a happiness to a yearning mind.

But those questions also started bringing with them a calmness, a wider perspective to my world. The luxuries, the needs, the lusts started slowly falling away or atleast started seeming inconsequential. The needs were still there, but the frustration on not being able to fulfill them started to fall away. The love for entire humanity started expanding. I stopped being judgemental and started to understand a person and his perspectives. What were needs started to become luxuries, to be enjoyed if there, but not to be pined or lusted for.

And if I am making it seem as if all of this was and is easy, then it is my mistake. It is still a struggle between satisfaction and lust everyday. 2 steps forward 1 step back is my daily story. And many a days I totally forget my good side and let the beast loose…. And the next day my journey starts afresh, without regret, but maybe with fresh perspectives…..

I know it’s a long journey, but its ok. Because I don’t exactly know what the destination is. So I am enjoying every step of the journey. And it is as if it is a very very large puzzle. One by one pieces are falling into place. Somedays I see shimmers of the larger picture, then it vanishes again. So I am believing in seeing the larger complete picture some day and enjoying the game, the journey meanwhile.

I hope you did notice that in all this preaching and rambling I did not use the word God or religion once. And nor did I start to disprove God and religion. To each his own. Whatever makes you a better person, for me, is your God. Whatever method inspires you to become a better human is your religion. Religion is a system of beliefs. Faith is the non-commutable, constant, One thread in all human beings.

Now before I proceed further and further, let me tell you 3 stories which form the main stay of my strength in weak days.

It was a dark stormy night.
Deafening thunder rent the dark skies.
And it was raining in sheets.
Like a waterfall from the skies had opened up.
On the thicket of bramble bushes, the beggar woman had spread out her tattered saree. Under it, in her exposed body, she sat hugging her 4 year old son. The saree above provided some respite from the watery deluge. And yet the stubborn water would drip through the cloth, and the tatters. All that she could do today to protect herself and her precious child from the deluge.
And yet they found comfort and warmth in each others embrace. Mother and child watching, from under their dripping canopy, the naked watery dance of raw nature with interspersed thunder.
Suddenly, the child picked his small face up from the crook of his mothers neck and asked "Maa, what must the really poor be doing in such rains?"

Alexander the Great was marching on towards India. On the borders of the then Hindustan, he heard of a very great & learned Pir. So he sent his generals to invite the Pir to visit Alexander. 4 Generals decked up and went to meet the Pir. They told him “Baba, we are Generals of Alexanger”. Replied the Pir “Alexander who?”. “Alexander the Great, he has marched from Greece, through all of Europe and now on the brink of India”. “Oh, seems to be quite a big man. Do convey him my regards… and regrets too, but I don’t go anywhere from my small hut, my world.” The Generals were baffled, but dare not take the Pir forcibly, as Alexander had sent them to invite the Pir. So they went back to Alexander and conveyed the Pirs words. Amazed, Alexander asked them: “You did tell him it was Alexander?” “Yes, sire.”. “Alexander the Great? Ruler of the world”. “Yes, sire”. “And yet he refused?”. “Yes, sire”. “Well, then we shall go and see him personally tomorrow” …… So next day, Alexander, resplendent in all his gold armour, with his Generals and a large battalion set out to meet the Pir. When he reached the small hut on the hillock, the Pir was sitting outside the hut, basking in the sunshine, playing a flute, his mangy dog lolling besides. Alexander said: “Greetings Baba”. “Greetings son” “I am Alexander, the Great”.. “Oh, so you are the man,… your men told me yesterday”. “Baba, I too have heard things about your greatness”. “All dust, son, all dust”. “Baba, is there anything at all that I can do for you?”. “Nothing son, I am content”. “Anything at all , Baba? I can build a palace for you here, leave you some slaves to cook and clean for you, a battalion to tend to your fields and garden? Anything at all that I can do?”…. “Hmmm, so you really do want to give me something?”. “”Yes, Baba”. “Hmmm….. ok, then you shall surely oblige me by taking a step top your side and let the sun fall on me”……Saying this, the Pir again began to play his flute…… (The story up to now was a fact, now is the supposedly fiction part) ….. Hearing this Alexander realized that how could he ever be able to rule such a land where such teachers reside. And he and his armies turned back  towards Greece.  

 A poor man decided he needed to ask his king to give him a gift of some money, in his dire need. Deciding that prayer was a good time to approach as it may put the king in a better mood. So he reached the palace at prayer time. He say the king kneeling in prayer and asking God for victory over foreign lands, more lands, more money, more power…… And the man turned back to his small incomplete life.

This formed the base of what I shall write from now on. I shall never judge or pontificate. Never shall I try to give you your answers. I shall only help you to ponder, request you to ponder on my words, my stories.

And I promise to hold your hand while you do so…. It may be dark and stormy, but I promise to hold your hand….. The Promise of the Soul Healer.