Posted December 16th, 2004 by morrisklein27(#9696)
Nayak's post filled me with gratitude and wonder. I saved it on my
hard drive so that I'll always have it to read and re-read.
Thank you Nayak so much for that post; it moved me deeply.
Your friend,
Morris
-- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, nayaknayaknayak
wrote:
>
> I am out here 2000 miles from home on a job to help workers lead a
> better life. But what I wanted to say is that coming into an empty
> hotel room after traveling on a plane in public circumstances for
> hours and hours, I felt a kind of desolation. A very nice Indian man
> who owns this motel drove the shuttle that picked me up from the
> airport and has already offered to cook me eggs for breakfast.
> That's good, I have something to look forward to.
>
> Coming into that hotel room, I felt a kind of deep loneliness that I
> could easily have boiled away with some useless TV (or worse than
> useless TV). In my last post I talked about getting to know God and
> the gratitude that I feel to Sri Chinmoy for giving me the big
> picture (G-O-D). That is relevant here, because when I come out of
> my context in Seattle, when I leave my nice house with pictures of
> Sri Chinmoy smiling, when I leave behind the bird drawings and the
> books by my Guru lining the shelves, a lot of cues about spiritual
> life are gone, and the support system all has to come from within.
> Within is sometimes there and sometimes not, so the quest can be
> quite desert-like rather than dessert-like at times.
>
> So where is this all leading? I sat down in my nice hotel room (that
> Indian owner has done an excellent job on this place), I sat down on
> the floor leaning against the generically nice couch, I sat with Sri
> Chinmoy's meditation picture in front of me--a picture that he
> personally handed to me (and to many others) during a Christmas
> trip, I sat with the TV just a few feet away over there, and a towel
> was draped over it to prevent me from even thinking about turning it
> on, and I just cried and cried for loneliness for the Supreme. Where
> are You, God? That is what I felt in this nice but nowhere place. I
> also felt tremendous pressure to go and rip that towel off the TV
> and anesthetize my mind with its desired input of entertaining junk.
> Then I knew that I would also have to come to this site and see what
> my friends have to say. Just coming here and seeing the names of
> people I know and don't know, that has made a big difference.
>
> Well, I meditated for about a half-hour, and it did its magic. The
> TV god did not grab me, no. I felt that even my tears were a
> presence of Him (and Her). I felt, "this is going to be ok." My
> quest to discover my Friend, God, my Protector, God, my All, God--
> that continues.
>
> Now, the funny thing is, if I want to go watch TV now, if I want to
> see what the rest of humanity is doing, if I want to see what
> moronic stuff, what humor, is out there, well, that's fine.
>
> So, what do we learn from this? We learn (well, I learn), that if
> the God touch is there then whatever we do has that God-touch. We
> also learn that if you call to God, He comes, She comes, It comes,
> They All come. That's nice. I like that.
>
> Love,
>
> Nayak
Nayak's post filled me with gratitude and wonder. I saved it on my
hard drive so that I'll always have it to read and re-read.
Thank you Nayak so much for that post; it moved me deeply.
Your friend,
Morris
-- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, nayaknayaknayak
wrote:
>
> I am out here 2000 miles from home on a job to help workers lead a
> better life. But what I wanted to say is that coming into an empty
> hotel room after traveling on a plane in public circumstances for
> hours and hours, I felt a kind of desolation. A very nice Indian man
> who owns this motel drove the shuttle that picked me up from the
> airport and has already offered to cook me eggs for breakfast.
> That's good, I have something to look forward to.
>
> Coming into that hotel room, I felt a kind of deep loneliness that I
> could easily have boiled away with some useless TV (or worse than
> useless TV). In my last post I talked about getting to know God and
> the gratitude that I feel to Sri Chinmoy for giving me the big
> picture (G-O-D). That is relevant here, because when I come out of
> my context in Seattle, when I leave my nice house with pictures of
> Sri Chinmoy smiling, when I leave behind the bird drawings and the
> books by my Guru lining the shelves, a lot of cues about spiritual
> life are gone, and the support system all has to come from within.
> Within is sometimes there and sometimes not, so the quest can be
> quite desert-like rather than dessert-like at times.
>
> So where is this all leading? I sat down in my nice hotel room (that
> Indian owner has done an excellent job on this place), I sat down on
> the floor leaning against the generically nice couch, I sat with Sri
> Chinmoy's meditation picture in front of me--a picture that he
> personally handed to me (and to many others) during a Christmas
> trip, I sat with the TV just a few feet away over there, and a towel
> was draped over it to prevent me from even thinking about turning it
> on, and I just cried and cried for loneliness for the Supreme. Where
> are You, God? That is what I felt in this nice but nowhere place. I
> also felt tremendous pressure to go and rip that towel off the TV
> and anesthetize my mind with its desired input of entertaining junk.
> Then I knew that I would also have to come to this site and see what
> my friends have to say. Just coming here and seeing the names of
> people I know and don't know, that has made a big difference.
>
> Well, I meditated for about a half-hour, and it did its magic. The
> TV god did not grab me, no. I felt that even my tears were a
> presence of Him (and Her). I felt, "this is going to be ok." My
> quest to discover my Friend, God, my Protector, God, my All, God--
> that continues.
>
> Now, the funny thing is, if I want to go watch TV now, if I want to
> see what the rest of humanity is doing, if I want to see what
> moronic stuff, what humor, is out there, well, that's fine.
>
> So, what do we learn from this? We learn (well, I learn), that if
> the God touch is there then whatever we do has that God-touch. We
> also learn that if you call to God, He comes, She comes, It comes,
> They All come. That's nice. I like that.
>
> Love,
>
> Nayak