Guru

Wednesday 28th April, 2021

Scotland has loosened sufficiently to allow one to meet in cafes. There are rules etc but it is a feeling of strange normality yet utterly different and rather false, even artificial. It feels unreal to be semi real!

The day began with sunshine. I walked to 10am Mass and only three of us were there but ever a joy. After I walked to the centre of the village and posted a letter.

At Mass I had took further in thought and prayer what I had been pondering at 3am. In fact I wrote notes on my early morning thoughts. They were partly sparked by my watching a YouTube video of an old acquaintance who has been a hermit in Ireland for over 30 years. Named the Cloud on Unknowing the 15 minute piece started with the wind blowing across County Clare and slowly light coming on to the landscape. A voice noted: "Where is the man who has forgotten words?" Much of the piece was sounds of nature. The hermit then noted " Seeking God is not about comforting experiences. Whatever stick to it."

I went on the ponder how everything is significant because it is of God and in God. An unknown, unloved, unseen person is yet created by God and of absolute significance as a result. Anything made by God is sacred. An ant trodden on and killed is still of utter significance. An unseen beautiful orchid is still of absolute worth even though never seen or smelt or touched or known. Why do I write this semi blog every day. What I write is of no significance yet I think not pointless simply because it is written. A thought is not of no value even though not expressed or remembered. It may all be transient but it has had being. Years ago I was somehow invited to the house near Amesbury of the singer Sting and his wife Judy. He had staying 7 Buddhist monks including an important lama. They had built out of sand in a week the most exquisite model of their monastery and compound back in India. The guests were invited to follow the monks as they walked with the model to the stream at the bottom of the garden. I walked with Bob Geldof who told me of Buddhist viewpoints. At the stream the monks threw the model in to the stream and it dissolved. " All is transient". What an evening I recall as I sat next to the local bemused Vicar!! The sitar played, we sat in Bedouin like tents and ate lavishly. The measure of life is not of worldly renown or status or station but in itself. A child still born is a child of God, a child of life, a human of utterly value.

At 3pm I met up with my much loved Indian guru and his wife. The cafe near their home was open. I went and I put my thoughts to them. We had a stimulating time. He dismissed dogma and authority except of Jesus. He spoke of the scriptures and how even sin was created by God. My mind still spins.

I returned and have until now just sat. I have no words. Yet I believe the Word of God was spoken and incarnated in Jesus. More to be pondered. Yet I am transient and my life passing but I hope to see God face to face for in Him I have my being.

I trust this makes some sense....it does not to me. It is musings.