Theosophy Today-Daily Life
Hoping that all members will be able to get away from the in-the-brain theosophy to a point of sharing what we do in the real world that has theosophical meaning. Some theosophists forget to go out in the real world and be theosophy. I hope that people will share here theosophy in their lives. From dealing with the fundamentalists on the doorstep, to standing in line at the grocery store, we create a nucleus of universal brotherhood either consciously or unconsciously. I hope that we can use this site to inspire each other to create the nucleus, or even the whole atom by sharing experiences from our day to day movements.
For instance, it's not always what I do, but what is done to/for me: Yesterday, for the first time in many moons, I woke up to find that Joe had already made the coffee. (*see caffeine molecule). I was in a brotherhood mode, all day, up to and including seeing to it that he got a new computer room chair, and moving his old one to the guest room for my son.
Now, I'm going to vacuum the upstairs, but I am intent on doing it theosophically!
For instance, it's not always what I do, but what is done to/for me: Yesterday, for the first time in many moons, I woke up to find that Joe had already made the coffee. (*see caffeine molecule). I was in a brotherhood mode, all day, up to and including seeing to it that he got a new computer room chair, and moving his old one to the guest room for my son.
Now, I'm going to vacuum the upstairs, but I am intent on doing it theosophically!
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Comment by Susan Thomas on July 10, 2009 at 12:43am
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I have decided to do that tomorrow. Thanks...I don't want to seem pushy, but on the other hand, they know me, it's not like they don't know I want to know what's up.
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Moderator Comment by M K Ramadoss on July 9, 2009 at 11:29pm -
Can you pick up the phone and call and ask if any decision has been made?
When I was working as an employee, it never occurred to me to do it. After being self-employed, too long, my general thinking has changed drastically!
Many times people do not want to commit on e-mail. However, they may be willing to talk to you.
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What am I supposed to learn from waiting to hear back about a job promotion? I applied six weeks ago, had an interview two weeks ago, and was told I would hear back "after the 4th of July." I can't even decide whether to e-mail and ask for an update. Did she offer the job to someone else who can't decide whether to take it? Is she too busy with other priorities? What the heck is going on?
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I told my fundamentalist sister everything above, and the one last time that we saw him before he went away. She can believe it or not, whatever.
I feel much better now.
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My son and I have both seen and spoken to my father since his passing. We put a lemon meringue pie in the kitchen, and he loved that. My son saw him just minutes after he died and he was showing a microphone. My son gently told him that he had passed away and would not need the microphone, as he could have a voice now. As Justin explained that grandpa needed to do his life review, my dad did not want to do that because he did not want to see WWII again. He told me that he does love me, as my sister and my step mother had told me recently that he never wanted me, and he does not want me to think that. We continue to see him and feel him especially in the kitchen, and this morning when I woke up he made a very loud vocal sound that was not a word, but was unmistakeably his old very strong voice. We are not encouraging him to stay, as we want him to do his life review, but it is comforting to know, and to know that we know, that life goes on.
Another person called to tell me that she had seen him, and that he had told her that he loves me as well. It must have taken a lot of courage for this young woman to call me as she barely knows me. I remember the first time I got a message from someone who had recently passed, and I had to tell a very prominent attorney in town the message I had gotten.
It is too bad my fundamentalist Christian family does not have the peace that I have with this.
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And at about 11AM this morning he passed in his sleep. And so he moves on, as we all do. Thanks to those of you who have sent messages on facebook.
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And yesterday was his 91st birthday. The nurse took the phone to his room. He could hear me, but he could not speak to reply. I am so trying to let go....this is so hard.
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Well, here it is, Father's Day. It is the first Father's Day in my life that I have not spoken with my father. I asked his nurse and my sister and my father's wife to all tell him that I wished him a Happy Father's Day. The nurse called me back to let me know she thought "He got it." That was very kind of her. My family assures me they will "send pictures" of their day with him. He received the gift I sent, and oddly enough, insists on keeping it with him. I was afraid that he would not use it, and would put it in a drawer to "keep it nice." as people of his generation are wont to do. To think that he could be living with me, celebrating his day in my home is heart breaking for me. They want to keep him in a nursing home in the town where they all live to keep him close to them, but they aren't even able to visit every day. My sister called and asked for pictures of my children. When I asked why, she told me they are for his funeral video. I asked if she had visited him that day and she said she had not felt well enough or had enough time last week to visit him. So, she has time to make his funeral video for after he is dead, but can't visit him while he is alive. Her children and grandchildren have not had time to visit this week either. His wife has been up a few times this week, but she is 80, much younger than my dad, but not in good health herself. He has to be lonely.
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And on a different note altogether:
BLACK AVALANCHE
When Hell and Pain collide within the heart
Implosion’s soot and smoke obscure the part
Where sunrise, sunset, even moonlight did once reside.
Blackened rainbows melt with breakneck, screaming speed
Demise of colors, stained intensity, dark indeed…
When will Phoenix rise?
Why should Phoenix rise within the soul
When miles per second darkness has control?
Eternal hell, without pause rolls on, ever gaining, growing
Crushing all beneath the weight of deep black snowing.
Endless hell, how does the agonizing cold freeze ever deeper
When the wept-for recognizes not the weeper?
Weeper and Wept-for, all one being
Forever unredeemed in blind non-seeing…
How can questions still arise in a mind that should be dead?
Is there no end to painful dying
Nothing to quench immortal dread
As Pluto rides the devil to his home within my heart?
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Found some old poetry:
Do not establish me on this blue marble place
As my simple treasured life had not the grace
But rather hold the memory
Of mother, companion, friend
Not granite stone, nor plaque of bronze
Instead sunset and rainbow fair
If you must remember me
Think of me out there
Words of wisdom and books of praise
Phrases lodged secure in mind and heart
If I am to be remembered
There would be my favored part
As days go by and remembering fades
So too we all travel on
Sunrise, sunset and rainbows
Mark the time between our dawn
We come and go on this blue marble place
Some with fervor, some with grace
And though the terra knows us not
In each other we are not forgot.
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