Father and Mother

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The quotes on the home page over the past few days were written more than 1500 years apart. The first is ascribed to the anonymous author(s) of the Chandogya Upanishad in the 8th century BC -

''We should consider that in the inner world Brahman (God) is consciousness;

and we should consider that in the outer world Brahman is space.

These are the two meditations.''

The second is ascribed to the Indian man of many myths, Padmasambhava, who was adopted as a prince but left that life to bring Buddhism to Tibet in the 8th century AD. The words are said to be the lines he uttered as a child when asked who he was...

"My father is self-knowing wakefulness.

My mother is the excellent space of all things.

I belong to the caste of undivided space and knowing.''

These beautiful words echo each other across time and space. I find them very inspiring. Inside (they say) is consciousness, wakefulness, knowing, and crossing a thin veil from that inner space is the vastness of awesome infinity. We belong to both. They are mother and father to us. Our birthright.

Though sometimes the small mind can seem like a torment, yet we are all capable in any moment of journeying deeply into a vastness. Our consciousness easily casts off the bondage of the bony skull or the cage of the ribs and travels fluidly out past the visible heavens. In a flash our consciousness is expanding, to where our local planets spin, and then on out past our neighbourhood Sun into our galaxy. In a timeless moment our consciousness travels easily beyond that glittering home into ever more spacious places, where new Universes evolve and disappear in a heartbeat, where suns explode leaving only a momentary trace, and that trace is formed of thrilling light.

It only takes a fraction of a second to be there, and then a fraction of a second to return to this body, to be in the inner space refreshed.

This is who we are. How could it be otherwise? These two mother and father spaces are always here now. Though this physical form lasts a brief moment, it is in every moment of that existence an unsurpassed antenna, a reflector, a plug-in portal that instantly embraces and knows ''the excellent space of all things''. Even the bony skull that can seem to imprison the small mind is composed of atoms which are 99.99% space.  We are FULL of spaciousness. No passing thought or exploding sun can leave a stain on that radiant space. It always remains and returns to luminous.

Which reminds me of another Upanishad - the Isha Upanishad, composed after the Chandogya, but not too long after, so it is also very old. (On a tangent - Isha is such a lovely word, meaning Lord or Self. It reminds me of the Gaelic word for Jesus - Íosa (pronounced Eeee - sah), and a name of Shiva - Ishvara.) But back to the Isha Upanishad - as it says, we are all so infinitely FULL, so infinite, so complete, how can we ever doubt it.

Just some passing reflections I thought to share.

Purnamadah Purnamidam
Purnat Purnamudachyate
Purnasya Purnamadaya
Purnameva Vashishyate
Om shanti, shanti, shanti

(Two translations....Purnam means ''full'' )


That is infinite, this is infinite;
From That infinite this infinite comes.
From That infinite, this infinite removed or added;
Infinite remains infinite.
Om. Peace! Peace! Peace!

That is full; this is full.
This fullness has been projected from that fullness.
When this fullness merges in that fullness,
all that remains is fullness.
Om. Peace! Peace! Peace!


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