25.12.25 - 365 - Second Holy Night - A selfish life or a life dedicated to humanity?

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25/26 December 

Aquarius 

Night of John. The Eagle of the Soul hovers high on its wings, looking back from a great height and observing its own life. Now man recognizes the laws of Karma. 

As spirit is made flesh, as matter is incarnated, there is a moment of grace, of insight. Of the moment after inspiration. There question is wordless. We are looking in all directions and we accept our destiny. To be born in this world and to play the role we will play. The universe imprints upon us that resonance. The string is plucked and for that one moment everything resonates. We will recognise that chord, that heart note, for the rest of our lives. This is what we were meant to do and ever after, if we are honest, we will check ourselves with this resonance - it is our very identity, our authenticity. To be yourself, that is the most difficult thing in the world. In that moment the cross is upon us and we take it up, both knowing and unknowingly. The battle is joined.

Mystery: choose the narrow and difficult path or the wide and simple way. It is difficult for the one born of the flesh to find the path of the spirit. 

Every path will be narrow because it fits one. It also fits everything. It IS difficult for the one born of flesh to find the path of the spirit - and we will try so many fixes. We will try with hope and with faith. We will try with frustration and anger. We will try with anguish and anger. We will try with attraction and ecstasy. We will discover there are no instructions nor manuals. We are the first treading out on this path. The eternal fool.

Bhagavad Gita: a selfish life or a life dedicated to humanity? 

Having now read the Gita and listened to it a few times now, I know what it says. Is it the longest pledge to the cope of human life. It resides between surrender and justification. But even when we say, as we listen to it and go, that cannot be right, we are challenged into activity. Into action. We are asking ourselves, what am I? 

I have also realised there is so much wisdom which has been left for us to listen to, to follow. The futility of overcoming those limitations and how everything else is illusion. In the end, we all return to spirit, so we might as well choose to be who we are, become who we were meant to be.

Today, we choose to be kind to ourselves. To forgive. To become new again. The water bearer brings us cleansing and rebirth.

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