An attempt to vent her anger is transformed when the phone refuses to cooperate
By Moshe Ross
My friend Jody just told me this story. Her husband had passed away, and she held a celebratory wake for all his pals. Then his sister got up to speak, and began to cry and cry. Jody felt angry with her for breaking the mood.
Afterward, Jody phoned a friend, complaining about this, and the call was dropped. She phoned again — the call was dropped. She was going to ring a third time, looked on the top where it prints the caller ID, and read, “NOT ALLOWED.” So she said to her husband, “Thank you!”
You see, we’re “not allowed” to nurse our recriminations, but we’re called upon to see that we overlap like the petals of a flower. We also realize how, when God’s presence becomes more known to us, it may do this subtly, like a sketch. We’re never forced to believe rationally — for we must always be free. Plus, this universe isn’t a simple question of incontrovertible facts. It’s a matter of spiritual reality. Our body is Love’s body, our luscious sensations are emanations of God’s beauty. We are the advance men of God; we are appearing to represent the formless One, to turn Omnifertile No Thingness into a world of ever-unfolding, greater and greater relationships.
Making God-contact
We can rise up right now, not waiting. As we breathe in the delicious rich ocean of air round about us, we can feel how we’re filled with God’s hidden fire, the oxygen permeating the air and then coursing through our blood, pulsed by our heart. Therefore, every scientific metaphor is “natural philosophy.” Everything is a metaphor, allegories of our needful rhythmic journey away from conscious God-contact, and back again. God is always with us, the very life we are. We go down the ladder and up, as in Jacob’s dream, each of us an explorer unbeknownst.
God is heard in silence. The silence in a room, where we’re sitting comfortably and drawing this in like a hollow straw, is a supporting chorus of silence, dressing out the formless beyond. Thus, when our many problems confront us, Jesus said to let none of them be an anxious concern. We might address something with an action; this is allegorical, because possible and impossible miracles happen (even if unrecognized) that correct, embellish and illuminate any situation. Our lives are incredible adventures, even when we’re amidst our troubles. Every day, miracle after miracle can pile up like new pages in a great unbound sheaf, the Book of Life.
Reaching out in meditation
When we say “meditation,” that could mean many things. The essence we seek in meditating is God-contact. God within is expressed in many ways. Its marrow, Brahman, Ain, Nirvana, the I That I Am — we experience It and we come to know God/God As Us. Here is the Love that creates relationship, who we are in many dimensions, as we dance divinely. We individualize, we go through the griefs of our self-sacrifice, we are God omnipotent, God unassailable, giving ourselves here, in the temporary forgetfulness of our earthly experience, only to awaken, ringing with the vibrations of joy, enwrapped in the utter holy beauty of God.
It’s a feedback cycle: When we experience God-contact within ourselves now, we can outspread it among those whom we meet, humans and all of Being. Our communing goes infinitely inward, infinitely outward. When we have wonderful encounters — with our colleagues, with those we love — this feeds the fire on the hearth of our longed-for inner communion. Heart. Hearth. Heaven on Earth.
Moshe Ross (541-488-2571) is a longtime teacher of meditation, an author, retired physical therapist and psychological counselor. This essay is based on “God-Contact,” his April 6 program of Really Being With You, Saturday mornings 9:30-9:55, on KSKQ, 89.5 FM. For archive, google: KSKQ Community Radio Programming.
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