Om Namah Shivaya!

"What is it that by knowing all is known?"  That's the question of the day.  The first thought that comes to mind for me is:  The Self.    I'm not talking about the self as in the personality of Mirella.  I'm talking about
the Self as in the essence of me that never changes aka: the Atman.  When we know the Self intimately and understand our relationship to the Divine we understand everything else.  At least that's what the Upanishads tell us.

I was reminded this morning of a sympathy card I read once.  It talked about God as the master weaver.  I was thinking about this in that we have such a limited perspective of things.  Imagine that our lives are but a single thread in a great big tapestry.  Do you think that the single thread that is Mirella or Joe or Jane has any idea what the big picture is or what their part is in the grand scheme of things?  Maybe not, but for sure if one thread is missing from the tapestry it would be noticed. 

Make no mistake that the dark threads which represent the difficult times in our lives are equally as important as the gold threads which represent the moments of pure joy.  It certainly is a challenge to remember that when we are weaving the dark threads but have no fear.... The master weaver is looking over the creation of the tapestry and he knows where the dark threads are needed. 

I am trying to take comfort in the fact that even though I can't see the big picture the thread that is my life in this moment is necessary.  It's hard to understand that at times.  It's almost like when you look at the under side of a tapestry we can't see the beauty of it.  Ultimately, my hope is that once I merge back into that pure consciousness which is the Divine then I will be seeing the creation from a higher perspective and then I'll be able to fully appreciate the beauty of the work.

But of course, this too is only from the perspective of one single thread.  Perhaps the perspective from your thread is a bit different but equally important.

Om Namah Shivaya!


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