My Religion
As I continue my journey and delve deeper I continue to discover more and more about my religion which is not in conflict with any nor confined to their prescriptions either. I find each one of these seeking the same goal but their followers falling short of such arrival. Undue adherence to the laid down prescriptions tend to create a mace for the followers who start laying undue emphasis on the means losing sight of the goal itself. All religions seek to keep their followers disciplined whether they succeed in this is questionable. If that were so we would not be faced with the type of so called religious warfare that threatens the world today. Who is a believer and who is not brings us to a question, what is to be believed. I believe in God but not as blindly as some others might. I meet God each time I seek to do so but not through the methods that exist as prescriptions. I do not detest the manners of any faith as long as they don’t seek to undermine others. All devotions sooner or later arrive at the door steps of the same, all encompassing, and denominated variously in our realm. I never saw any God born but I did discover some rise from their mundane self seeking acts to attain divinity. I never saw the prophets but read about their divine acts to accept their existence on a higher desirable realm. None of these ever tried to obstruct me to strive to reach their realm. I found one underlying spirit in all of them and it was the unquestionable divinity of their acts so distinct in the milieu of self seekers.
As I continue my journey and delve deeper I continue to discover more and more about my religion which is not in conflict with any nor confined to their prescriptions either. I find each one of these seeking the same goal but their followers falling short of such arrival. Undue adherence to the laid down prescriptions tend to create a mace for the followers who start laying undue emphasis on the means losing sight of the goal itself. All religions seek to keep their followers disciplined whether they succeed in this is questionable. If that were so we would not be faced with the type of so called religious warfare that threatens the world today. Who is a believer and who is not brings us to a question, what is to be believed. I believe in God but not as blindly as some others might. I meet God each time I seek to do so but not through the methods that exist as prescriptions. I do not detest the manners of any faith as long as they don’t seek to undermine others. All devotions sooner or later arrive at the door steps of the same, all encompassing, and denominated variously in our realm. I never saw any God born but I did discover some rise from their mundane self seeking acts to attain divinity. I never saw the prophets but read about their divine acts to accept their existence on a higher desirable realm. None of these ever tried to obstruct me to strive to reach their realm. I found one underlying spirit in all of them and it was the unquestionable divinity of their acts so distinct in the milieu of self seekers.
I was a sad person as long as I continued to ignore a voice
emanating from deep within telling me each time where I was getting wrong.
There came time when I lost this guide in the midst of my blind quest for
pleasures. Each object of pleasure brought with it a craving for more. What
came to be possessed in time became old, reinforcing my lust for more and
new. This unfettered spirit of self
aggrandizement never allowed me what eventually I attained once I realized the
mortality of everything even the joys and the sorrows. I had everything but no
peace. I was a battered man .The twin forces of desire and anxiety were
tormenting me, the desire to gather more and the anxiety to secure such
possession. When a man is lost to his unflinching material quests he returns to
restore his existence and starts looking for all such avenues that can bring
about his salvation and this brings him to some God in some premises and the
guides prescribe methods for the attainment of some divine grace. I was not an
exception. Somebody in the course reminded me once again of the inner voice
which I had lost. My journey on an eternal quest had now begun. My visit to the
churches, to the temples, to the mosques to the gurudwaras brought me in the
midst of devotees seeking communion with the Unseen and through that, their
salvation. I now wanted to locate that Unseen and wanted to communicate with Him.
But each time I wanted to reach Him my mind carried me to the very anxieties
that had occasioned desirability for such pursuit. I had noticed many
foreigners on the cremation Ghats of Varanasi and wondered why they visited
that place and I realized how each one, each time became witness to the
consumption of the mortal. All that is born shall perish. If that be so, how
long is anyone alive? Some say as long as the soul dwells. What is this soul?
Is it some energy? Yes. it appears so because in its absence everything, the
body, the senses, the mind become inert. I have some knowledge of physics
through which I know that the sum total of energy in this universe is constant.
Am I part of that energy or that body that this energy assumes? Am I the body
or an impermanent visitor therein? And if I am that energy or it’s part that
can only change forms and can neither be created nor destroyed and that which encompasses everything, Who Am
I ? I have the answer and I seek to know nothing beyond. As long as my senses
are disciplined and in control of my mind which in turn in control of my
reason, I am qualified for such realization and the purpose of my religion can
be no better. My religion propels me to higher values in life and my desires
are divine, not for myself but for all whose needs are greater than mine.
