Seeing the Light
Life is a challenge, meet it!
Life is a dream, realize it!
Life is a game, play it!
Life is Love, enjoy it!
Sri Sathya Sai Baba (November 23, 1926 – April 24, 2011)
A friend posted this on Facebook today and it reminded me that my mother had pictures of the guru Sai Baba when I was a kid.
In one he had long, straight black hair. In the other he had a frizzy Afro. She told me that his hair had gone frizzy from all his concentrated spiritual energy and I remember staring at the photos, trying to imagine this electrical current crackling up and down his hair.
She kept them on her dressing table and told me about a meditation technique using a candle. I remember sitting staring at the candle, in its old-fashioned candle holder, thinking over and over “I see the light.”
The next stage was supposed to be when you felt you were in the flame (“I am in the light”) and the final stage was when you became the flame (“I am the light”). I didn’t persist with it for long, though there was something very alluring about the whole thing. Perhaps too alluring for someone trying hard to be a good Catholic girl. (Yes, hilarious I know, but nevertheless).
Many years later, I have started to practice meditation and it has slowly encased me in its sultry tentacles. I am by no means an expert, but this quiet, still space pulls at me every day. Another of the gifts I didn’t even realize mum gave me till now.
