A precious gift arrived
In the pursuit of spiritual growth, the journey often takes unexpected turns, weaving through the tapestry of daily life. For this seeker, the path has been marked by profound experiences, challenges, and a deep commitment to meditation. As I unravel the diary of my spiritual quest, where consciousness meets the responsibilities of family and the demands of a job.
Continuing from the “Blue Moon” experience of “Vishudhi Chakra (Throat Chakra)” on March 14th 2021. The unmistakable sensation of consciousness hitting my throat chakra marked the initiation of a transformative journey. Little did I know that this experience would set the stage for a series of events that would reshape my perspective on life.
Life continued to unfold, and on April 20, 2021, a precious gift arrived – my baby. The convergence of new life and spiritual awakening added layers of complexity to my daily existence. Balancing the demands of parenthood with the longing for spiritual growth became a delicate dance. I took 2 weeks off from the office, but would that be enough?
Undeterred, I pressed on with my meditation practice. Amidst the cries of a newborn and the responsibilities of parenthood, meditation became my refuge. I carved out moments, sometimes brief and stolen, to connect with the divine within.
In the stillness of meditation, I felt my consciousness ascending, climbing the ladder of spiritual awareness. The ethereal journey within became more frequent, offering glimpses of a reality beyond the tangible. Yet, these moments of transcendence were often interrupted by the demands of the external world.
A peculiar phase emerged, where the boundary between meditation and daily life blurred. There were instances when, though physically present in the outside world, my mind lingered in the realm of meditation. This dichotomy posed a unique challenge – navigating professional obligations and household chores while anchored in a state of meditation.
The struggle intensified as weeks passed. The desire to immerse myself in meditation clashed with the responsibilities that tethered me to the material world. The dichotomy became palpable, and at times, the urge to retreat into the serene cocoon of closed-eyed meditation was overwhelming.
The juxtaposition of family obligations and spiritual aspirations created a delicate balancing act. I found solace in the knowledge that I was on the right path, yet the constraints of time and responsibilities cast a shadow over my spiritual pursuits. Physically I am out of meditation, but my mind still wanted to continue in the same state. I feel like throwing out sometimes.
In the midst of distress, I held onto the unwavering belief that the journey of the seeker is inherently challenging. The conundrum lies in reconciling the demands of the physical world with the longing of the spiritual soul. It’s a path where moments of elation and desperation coexist.
As I pen down these reflections, my journey as a seeker remains an ongoing narrative. The diary is far from complete, and each entry reveals a chapter of growth, struggle, and unwavering devotion. For those on a similar path, the seeker’s diary serves as a testament to the profound intersection of spirituality and the everyday, a journey where the soul navigates the maze of existence.
There is a reason behind every event. I will write more about it in my next blog