Surreal but Nice

Those moments of life, when you are not so sure if you are awake or asleep. If all that is happening is actually just a dream which happens to feel real. And i am not to take it seriously at all and just experience as i would experience a movie. Those moments of disconnected connectedness.

And there are times we come alive in our dreams and wake up talking, physically reacting, walking and making motor reactions. Taking them seriously, as if it is actually happening. On the edge of real and unreal. Nightmare if bad and unnerving. Most times the events are related to intense emotions so much that in some ways we actually feel and experience them. We believe it is happening.

But what i am talking of and am interested in right now is the one i mentioned first, the other way round. A real event where one feels disconnected, almost like an outsider viewing the whole thing happen. Not sure if anything you say or do, will have any effect at all. You know, it is those moments when we pinch ourselves. Honestly, i feel even a pinch would make no sense. The distance is greater, the view larger and distant, such that a pinch may not cause a connect. A kind of conscious and waking OBE.

You are in safe custody

There was this little child. One day he was taken to the beach by his parents. There he built a sand house and made friends he loves. He was so engrossed and involved in making the house, it became his reality. He was living in that world he created totally oblivious of his surrounding. With great attention he collected shells, stones, and anything that caught his attention. He decorated his house. Around him there were other kids playing, there was noise, his parents and siblings were sun bathing and cheerfully sitting in the background. He was oblivious to all of that.He was unaware of the sound of the approaching tides. So immersed in his world was he, he could not even hear the voice of his parents calling out to him for coconut water. He did not even realize when he even took a few sips and returned back to his sand house. He could hear his sand friends. He spoke to them.

Finally it was getting dark and the tide was really close. His mother decided to pull him away before the castle got swept, but he started sobbing, crying and begging that he wants his castle. His friends need him. His mother tried to explain the approaching tides. Somehow as the mother gathered him in her arms and started walking away, the child kept crying louder and thrashing and then ... to his shock he saw a huge tide crash on his castle and as it withdrew, the castle and friends were gone. He became quiet at the sight. The mother saw him and shook him a little. He suddenly broke out of his reverie and looked at his mother as if he were seeing her for the first time. Slowly he came to.

Yet he was quiet for the rest of the evening. He stayed close to his mother. Remembering the castle and friends and mumbling to her. The mother washed him clean, freshened him, dried him up, put fragrant powder, changed his clothes into night clothes.

She then fed him lovingly as she heard his stories about his castle and friends. Then holding him very close to her bosom, she rocked him, The child remembered the wave crashing onto his castle and friends and became sad and there was small tear in his eyes and he started sobbing. The mother held him softly closer and said said shh.. and cooed into his his ear. That all will be fine. He will get back his castle, and his friends will be back. The child holds on closer to the mother wiping his tears in the hollow of her neck. Reassuring him all along and smiling, she talks of beautiful things and says nice things to him till he falls asleep. The mother puts him to bed, covers him, puts the light off, makes the room comfortable, whispers a final comforting goodnight.

Next morning the child gets up sweet and happy. He hobbles to his mother and holds around her legs and burrows his head into the comfort of her warmth. He can smell her, he can smell the yummy pancakes too. He smiles and the sunshine lights up his face.

This is how we all are....  finding it difficult to let go. The gift of surrendering to God's will is most valuable. The gift of surrendering to its love and healing touch is most precious. Greater gifts await us when we let go. We cry and hold on to the sand castles. The child's virtue is his faith in his mother and surrender to her care and love. This gives him, strength, courage and confidence.

The faith and belief in God needs to be firm and unshakable in the face of adversity. Know that, when he takes away a little, he is going to give you something of more value and better.... and more powerful. 

God prepares you for that gift. Without fail.

Ek baar commit kar diya to.... the Divine is committed to you.

Have faith in god, Belief in your self and let go.