The mutiny of karmic retribution.
Suddenly, one fine day, karmic pangs catch you off guard when one is rejoicing the pleasures and frolicking in the garden of life. Unaware, that destiny could strike with such cruelty; one is thrown off the ground one is standing on. In the seeping sores of one’s helplessness, one turns to all corners for help, support, answers or merely succor. And then, a deep realization of loneliness hits one further. The realizations that none, howsoever close or empowered can give one relief shatters all delusions of being supported . all beliefs, concepts, moralities put together cannot quench this burning pyre of karmic consequences which one finds one self-burning on. No amount of empathy from anyone is enough to thaw the hardened heart back to life and love. Who does one resort to, in such jeopardy? Or the essential question that why resort to another, at all? The sequelae to such questioning are whether anyone is empowered to take upon one’s spiritual anguish upon oneself? For this, one has to flow with unconditional compassion for the other. Where are these saints in today’s life? Where does one go looking for them? Is it not better that one succumb to one’s karmic consequences rather than finding these pseudo gods who can numb our aches, just for a while? And even if one was to find one such demigod, he has his credentials in terms of money, time, devotion, surrender etc etc etc which one has to qualify to receive his acceptance and grace. Who says anything in life is for free of effort? Even a newborn has to suckle for survival. This bitterness of helplessness, abandonment, and nonacceptance has to be healed or accepted? I fail to understand. my humble understanding only pleads me to endure these pangs without question or complaint, waiting for no magic or miracle to save one. The rest is merely placebo: friends, family, spiritual teachers, teachings books, forums etc . they only offer themselves as portals of episodic releases, neither curing or treating. maybe, god is the only one with whose grace, one can feel pacified and succored to painless sleep. The search for god need not lead one to spiritual masters, scriptures, pilgrimages, teachings, monasteries. It begins and ends at the mere sight of the untainted ’self’. The self that remains unsullied, ever vibrant, ever light full and ever bliss. The journey has to shift completely to an inner forest where one has to trudge hills and rivers to discover the sparkling magnificence of the eternal self. Here in lies our god, our truth and all answers to each and every prevailing question that has been asked.