When we get stuck in the Path of Complacency, the Maya Express accelerates and takes advantage and tries to divert us off our Spiritual Path even longer, if not for literal lifetimes.

Then a Path Of Loss occurs once again as it so often does, and the Maya Express barrels down the Path of Maya.

Path Of Loss Part 3

We were warned

“It’s gone.”

The speed accelerates.

“What the frak?“

The chair, at that table.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no”

The windows darken.

_{*Your hands shake, you want to curl into a ball*}

That table you felt in your heart,

“You just knew, you KNEW”

If you kept walking your Spiritual Path, your chair would disappear from that table eventually.

You felt it coming.

The Path of Complacency kept you resigned to your fate. They kept you thinking that you were working on your path, and it didn’t matter anymore.

Maybe that was the inevitable truth.

Maybe it wasn’t.

Complacency blurs hindsight into “would of, could of, should of“.

Rock You Like a Hurricane

Now your entire world is upending.

A hurricane of emotions whirls your tables around. You want to scream, cry, yell, curl up in a ball. Take a baseball bat to a Printer

Then literally the Eye of Hurricane Ian takes aim at the new table you just moved to. It rumbles and tumbles through your new table. The one you were sitting at mostly alone already.

Devastating the world around you again in a matter of weeks.

The miracle of God Themself that the table you and another devotee who is your neighbor of a duplex with, was spared from practically any destruction. We could literally pinpoint our table sitting in the center of the eye of the hurricane at one point. Yet nothing but a few shingles and a shed moved off blocks. Unlike the rest of the island and surrounding islands.

I left my table before it hit and came back after. I was not there for the brunt of it even. The level of destruction, the rancid smell of death, is something television understates more than I ever realized. It brings your world into a different perspective.

False Hope

“Maybe, maybe the table has my chair back. I know my Sangha group said the chairs don’t reappear. That their chairs could appear at new tables in the future, never reappearing at the same table. Maybe JUST maybe they are wrong.”

You spend weeks, months trying to force your chair back in that table. You negotiate.

“Just a little more”,

You bend your rules, remove your boundaries.

“COME ON!!!!!!!”

You squeeze that chair into the table.

“FRAKKKKKKKKK! “

Your lip trembles. The tears fall and fall and fall ….

You have to wait and see if maybe their chair will appear at a table again in the future. You have to stop fighting it.

So you redirect your displacement.

The worst parts of us come out.
We start to lose all hope.

Those little things that the Path of Gratitude held off about everyone, become big things.

The little things about yourself, are everyone else’s fault.

It’s Gods fault.

You make poor choices.
You throw a Spiritual Book against the wall.
Say the words you have no business saying.
You live a life doing things that you know is self-destructive.
You find the escape from reality for you.

Maya Express Shadow Tables

Whatever your weakest point is, Alcohol, Drugs, Sex, Food, Lethargy, Self-harm, etc.

Whatever escape or combination of escapes are the ones that the evil and demoniac weapons deployed by the Maya Express will bring to hook you in deeper.

The most important thing we completely forget on the Path of Maya is that the Maya Express as we learned in the very FIRST Chapter, doesn’t actually go anywhere. Its job is to keep us from going further on our Spiritual Path.

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TRIGGER WARNING: Discussions on Suicide

Until one day. You suddenly find yourself at the end of the train cart. With just a handle pull away from moving to the next cart.

You see, this is it.

Finding your Spiritual Path is forbidden on the Maya Express.

Once you find your true Spiritual Path and the second you enter that Golden Retriever stage, getting you to move from one train cart to the next train cart, becomes the ultimate end goal of the Maya Express.

See when we switch carts, we lose all memory of our previous cart.

We start over.

There is only two pieces that go with us. Our spirit Soul and the light of Love surrounding us we accumulated from those in our previous cart adventures. Not money, not fame, not any material world “wealth” just the wealth of Love.

But we are NOT guaranteed to even know about our Spiritual Path or progress in the next train cart at all. We could be lost to Maya for lifetime after lifetime. We lose any chance of finding the finish line of our Spiritual Path.

For now.

We are caught in the web of the illusionary grasp on the Path of Maya.

Not until something breaks a light through and shines the key to our Spiritual Path for us, do we even continue on with our Spiritual Path.

Some heroes have paws.

Standing at the train cart door, I put my hand on the handle. I know if i turn this handle, I could lose sight of my path for millennia, but it seems like the easiest path right now.

Just.
One.
Turn.

A dim light starts glowing next to the door. Its my Japa Bag. My personal Spiritual Tether. We all have it. Whether it’s a necklace, Bible, the Charm that reminds you of a loved one. Something that tethers you to always remind you of your Spiritual Path.

Then a paw touches my leg. I lower down and get a kiss on the nose “I love you” from Millie Jane.

” Remember the walks we did on the path of routine. Come on let’s go again. Its 7am!!”

*exhale*

I let go of the door.

I put my hand in the japa bag and it lights like a lantern.

I pick up Millies’s leash into my other hand and follow her.

It’s dark, but as long as I do my japa meditation the light in the bag stays on.

I trip and stumble over some bricks and almost face plant. The wall Varsana Swami torn down around the Christianity tables.

Someone should look into that mess.

Walking around I see a hint of light.

Millie stops at a sign.

I squint my eyes through the darkness.

The Path of Mental Health.

Yours Forever Grateful