 Photo by Asha Brogan Yesterday I saw my friend and client Billie, who is 93 and whom I have known for 30 years. She was one of the first people I met when I moved to Yellow Springs as she is a Quaker.
I had wanted to get married to my then boyfriend Brian and we could not find a marriage ceremony that adequately fit our beliefs about marriage and who should be doing the pronouncing and witnessing of the ceremony.  Photo by Bodhanaa What is awake? Easy. Not sleeping, not dreaming. What is awake beyond that? My teacher Swamiji tells us to complete, to radiate enlightenment, to wake up! The reality you perceive around you is just a play, a drama. You are more than the bio-mechanism of your body and mind. You are more than you think. You are energy, possibility!
I have been on a journey of waking up for a long time. The recognition of the waking up, the signposts started slowly in fits and starts, and gained momentum as I started to recognize it. Then I started paying attention, listening, and taking action.  Photo by Ilya Have you ever had an experience where out of nowhere something bubbled up inside of you and came exploding out? A thought, and idea, an emotion? It comes bursting forth so suddenly that it catches you by surprise, like you are not the owner of the thought or emotion, like it was buried deep inside you, waiting for recognition, waiting to be awakened, then to awaken you.
I have had this happen so many times, as if there were many other me’s deeply hidden, shrouded from my own consciousness until a ripe moment came. Last week I was visiting the Cincinnati Hindu Temple where one of the biggest of these events I am describing - happened.  Photo by Asha Brogan Wake Up! Awake! Arise! Are you up yet? Have you awakened to yourself? To the possibility of Life? I am a 56 year old woman, and I feel I have been waking up my whole life. Nudging here, pushing there, and many lives worth of outright, fantastical happenings propelling me out to the world and back to myself again and again. And loooong stretches of depression when it seemed waking up was buried so deep under layers of life that I couldn’t wake up. I used to have a constant dream of being asleep and trying to wake up but, I could not–could not move my arms or legs, could not open my eyelids, could not tell anyone that I WAS awake. My body just would not cooperate, but that was just a dream, or was it? |
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