From my heart to yours: you are invited.
It has been a journey to sieve what needs to be said today. Allow me to think out loud.
I know it is about the diary I was revisiting yesterdays. About the days I spent during the two six month courses and one preparation for retreat course at The Beshara, UK. I know it is about rediscovering the gems I have been so generously given during those periods, which is but a glimpse of what has been pouring to me throughout my life.
But what is it about? What is it saying? What does it want to say again, now, through this note?
As I was flipping through my diary pages, I was transported back to that place. Not place in a physical sense – that small dot in the border of Scotland and England. But more in the sense of the way of being that was emphasised throughout the courses.
The weekly course is a seven week course, consisting of 2 hour meeting each Sunday morning, with students having ongoing reading, practice and contemplation during the week. It is an introduction and basic foundation to the unitive perspective and its implications for our lives.
The premise of the course is the ultimate unity of all existence. The courses’ development reflects this unity as it reveals itself by degrees in our everyday experience, as light and love, knowledge and beauty. The courses are a journey of self-enquiry and discovery of the unified whole that is our human nature.
The course starts on April 13 in Jakarta.
Have you ever looked back in life and been in awe of how you’ve gotten to where you are? Isn’t it amazing how life turns out to be how it is? We wonder how we can meet so and so, arrive at certain places, and end up doing such and such.
We call it by numerous names: Luck, intuition, gifts, chances, blessings, serendipities, coincidences, etc. But I’d like to think that life is what it is meant to be. There is something that has purposefully led us to be where we are.
Recently, I was told, it is our feet.
The word shun through my being during a conversation with a friend. We have never really sat down and chatted together before. At first, I didn’t know what encouraged me to contact her and offer to meet up. Especially in this internal state that I am in at the moment.
But there we were. Continue reading
I hope I am calling you by your true name. Forgive me if I am not, and tell me what it is.
Anyway, this time you seem to be staying a bit longer than usual, knocking on my door more persistently, pacing back and forth making that clunking noise at the room upstairs. I hear you. Perhaps it is time for us to have a chat.
We were conversing, the three of us. Me and two friends whom I respect very much. We chatted about a way of being, in particular, according to Syekh Siti Jenar.
Questions were coming my way, demanding my immediate response. So immediate that I felt I had no choice but to answer them intuitively. I could only say whatever came to me at that moment; to let them flow with practically no filter. There was no time to think.
There are times when we are just in such a seemingly dark place. We don’t know how to get out. Or whether getting out is the way to go at all. We feel stuck in that place. Thoughts just swirl and swirl, stirring unsettling emotions–and more thoughts–along with them.
We might escape those thoughts for a while. But there is always something to remind us of them, again. And again. And again.