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God serving God

Seva = service “Please help to humanity. I keep begging and asking, we are one. We don’t have any religion. Our religion is only love. God is one. Candles might be different but flame light is same.” – Sri Kaleshwar The greatest meditation is to help another person. To care about another’s happiness more than my own. Even just for a moment. I listened to a reading today where Swami Kaleshwar was urging us, once again, to go out in the world and take care of the needy. I could go out to a retirement center or a hospital and look for people in need. I could bring food or flowers or a book to read and be there as a friend to them. There are so many people who are sick and lonely. To go out and find a stranger to serve, it’s out there as something to look into. But it is a little daunting at this point in time. I see so many people in my day who are in need of …

Protecting the Light

When the light shines fully in a physical being when I am filled with divine goodness and love, especially as a a woman, I am in danger in this world, or so it seems. I walk down a bike path near the woods in a shady neighborhood. Ahead of me there is a small group of men standing. They are smoking and looking off into the woods. Occasionally they turn my way looking somewhat sheepish, like boys who have just done something they shouldn’t have or are about to. Maybe they are drinking, maybe they are just the type who look guilty. I don’t see anything particularly suspicious, and still fear rises up in me. If I go off to sit in the woods to meditate, will I be safe? Men will come to women, to take something, to release something, to find something that they feel they do not have in themselves. And women are raped, beaten, dominated, controlled, put down and used to compensate for a feeling of lack, unmet need, inadequacy. There …

Talking with God

When I was 13 my world kind of fell apart. At least as far as I could tell. I read about the holocaust. I visited a concentration camp in school. People killing each other in the most brutal ways, just a generation before me, because they were different and they were scared. I read about the looming danger of nuclear war. People might just destroy everything. My parents were getting divorced. We moved to the US with my mom. I lost all my friends over night. Up until this point I had talked with God. I don’t know when we started our conversation, but I remember spending my evenings in conversation with a sweet, gracious being who was the creator of the world. As my sense of the world was undermined, my faith in God started to crumble. No one around me noticed, they were all too busy with their own troubles. I stopped believing. I stopped talking to God. Why would I talk to someone who let so many horrible things happen in this …

The two brothers

Isaac and Ishmael were brothers. The two sons of Abraham. I was raised Christian. My mom is Episcopalian, my dad Roman Catholic. When I was a child I lived in Vienna, Austria. Almost everyone there was Catholic. The few who weren’t were Lutheran. In my whole 14 years living in Germany and Austria I met one Muslim. His name was Hakan. His family emigrated from Turkey. We lived a few blocks apart and sometimes walked home from school together. Recently I went to Powell’s Books to buy Autobiography of a Yogi. On my way out a book caught my attention. Habibi “Beloved” in Arabic. It is a graphic novel with pictures that reminded me of Persepolis  which was another one of those gifts from God. Habibi is the story of two refugees and their suffering and love. It is also the story of two religions, Islam and Christianity. I will have to share more of it later, or perhaps you ought to read it yourself. But for now let this suffice. Isaac and Ishmael were …