Hello everyone A friend's father in law passed away recently. I didn't know the old man at all and don't know my friend's wife either except thru what he has spoken of her. But I promised to do a meditation for him that day at dusk, which I had learned when my own father passed away not all that long ago. Well, I made this promise in good faith, for in the morning it was sunny and a very nice day, but by the afternoon rainclouds had rolled in and the weather had turned bad for outside meditation. I rationalized to myself that my friend wouldn't know if I did the meditation today or not. As thunderstorms moved in, I told myself I would wait and do the meditation tomorrow or the next day. Sure. What would be the difference? But something bothered me a great deal about that deception, for it was not really about my friend at all. It was about me and my own intent. I had made a gesture to my friend and I was obligated to fulfill that gesture. I could feel it in my gut. Strangely enough, as twilight neared the rain stopped. Far to the west the clouds parted and the sun came out, just as it was setting. I went out to my garden and though the grass was still wet, I sat down anyway and the water on the grass was warm. The storms had brought a warm front in with them and a gentle breeze blew over me, filled with the scents of spring, of fresh rain and of some great mystery that I couldn't quite put a finger on. I realized then that my water meditation I intended to do had in some fashion been anticipated by the earth. Now I am sure there are many rationalists among you who will say that it was merely coincidence that the weather cleared just at the appointed time for my meditation. And my realization of anticipation by the earth was not a rational act at all, but in fact simply goofy and naively simple. The earth certainly doesn't care about one little man doing a meditation for someone he doesn't even know in the first place. To say that it does must certainly be the height of arrogance! Coincidence? Perhaps. I should also tell you that there was another reason why I promised to do the water meditation for my friend's father in law. The time of his death coincided almost exactly to the minute of the time of my birth forty four years ago. What does it mean? I haven't a clue. But there is something very Dynamic all around us, all the time. Something we fail to notice unless we take the time to notice. For in these little irrelevancies there are magic moments of awakening and insights. The Power of Prayer is something that cannot be explained rationally. If we wish to call this Power "God" or "Atman" or "Dynamic Quality" all these labels will fit and yet not fit either, for they are merely rational labels for something we will never understand rationally. The mystic taps this Power in many fashions and that is why the mystic is more Dynamic than the rationalist. Still, this Dynamic potentcy that the mystic sees must be ordered in some fashion, just as the breaking clouds at sunset ordered my meditation. It is just this that prevents us from capitalizing static quality, I suppose. Best wishes to all, glove MOQ Online Homepage - http://www.moq.org Mail Archive - http://alt.venus.co.uk/hypermail/moq_discuss/ Unsubscribe - http://www.moq.org/md/index.html MD Queries - [EMAIL PROTECTED]
