Why am I Awake?

41st Birthday – 5am

I awaken for no good reason. I was up late last night, probably gaming. I’m a night owl. To top it off it’s my birthday! Look at my phone and it’s, what five a.m.

Why in the hell am I awake?

Somewhere in upstate New York

Mara: “I can’t get Instagram live to work“

Raghunath (yes the same one from the yoga): “Don’t worry about it we will try again tomorrow “

Mara: “Hold on I’m going to try one more time; oh got it, alright, and go”

Back home.

What is the alert that just showed up below the time. RaghunathYoga is live on Instagram. At five am? Ohhhhkay.

Clicks link.

Raghunath “reading from the Srimad Bhagavatam, canto three, chapter thi…..”

The light breaks through the dirt.

The key to my path appears in my hand.

My Path

Over the next hour, I will have walked my true spiritual path for the first time in this lifetime.

The exact verses and canto isn’t relevant to you. It won’t affect you the way it did me. It was the words that unlocked my path at the moment I needed to hear them.

I have heard Bible and Gita verses millions of times. Each time they have a different meaning.

Ultimately the right words at the right time, only are controlled by that of our Spiritual Guide and our progress cleaning off the dirt of the train cart windows.

Ecstatic Bliss

Now Imagine you’re a two year old golden retriever standing on your Spiritual Path for the first time this lifetime.

“Oh, oh oh myyyyyyyyyyyy” you are so excited. “Oh my Gooooosssssssshhhhhh!!!!” You just went down this doggie slide and… and… and… you landed in this big huge puddle of pure clean water.

Oh it’s so EXCITING!!!!!!!!!! You have the spiritual zoomies. And look, “oh wait, is that the train and, Yes!!!! The door to the train is open; let’s go tell EVERYONE!!!!

Oh wow look at all the different tables!! Let me run up to them all and show them the wonderful water all over me!!!!!! Shake shake shake. Shake shake shake. Shake your booty. Look at all the amazing water fly everywhere!!!!!!

That’s who we are when we step back on the train cart after touching our feet down on our spiritual path for the first time in a lifetime or two. We are telling all those we love how amazing our path is.

We are shaking clean water everywhere. We are oblivious to the inconvenience the water is doing to the Maya Express. It upsets the flow of every table on the train cart.

As we, this two year old golden retriever of energy unleashed on everyone, are blissfully unaware the complete and utter havoc everyone’s life was just wrecked with.

Those closest to us and who love us dearly will get a towel, thinking that cleaning the pure water off the excited puppy is the solution. Not seeing the dirt we see it washing away on the cart windows.

Ignorance To Our Bliss

It doesn’t matter if you are a born again Christian or a Hare Krishna. The moment you feel this utter excitement and bliss, you won’t want to feel anything else. The first thing you want to do is tell everyone and share this feeling of pure ecstasy.

When asked “why would I be okay if I have come back and do another lifetime?”, my answer is simple now. Because I know someday I will get to experience that feeling of finding my path again. I get to be a two year old golden retriever again.

Unfortunately those who have never experienced this feeling before will not be able to understand. They will put on the bravest smiles as you unleash forth multitudes of insanity sounding phrases.

Those who have experienced it will smile through the annoyance, with the remembrance of that feeling.

I wish it never stopped feeling that way

As I run with excitement from table to table, I notice something odd. A few of the tables have moved off to the right some and…. Why is my chair gone from those tables?

Thats just weird.

Oh look there it’s Raghunath and Kaustubha’s table and I have a chair there now. I’ll sit there.

“Hey guys, you won’t believe this, but some of my tables don’t have my chair there anymore. What’s that all about?”

That brings us up to the next stop we will be approaching, the Path Of Loss …. Part Two

Yours forever Grateful.