In the U.S.A. we just observed “Father’s Day” and it’s celebrated in 55 other countries on various days. Although not a Vedic holiday per se, the day meshes well with the Vedic idea of honoring elders including our mother and father. (Austerity of the body consists in worship of the Supreme Lord, the brahmanas, the spiritual master, and superiors like the father and mother, and in cleanliness, simplicity, celibacy and nonviolence. Bhagavad-gita 17.14). Although the West is a very youth oriented and “has to be new” culture there is still an appreciation of the importance of both one’s father and mother. Thank God or Thank Krishna!
Our spiritual master Shrila Prabhupada often spoke of going back to home, back to Godhead. It is one of the mottos of the Krishna consciousness movement. I have thought often over the last 2 months about the concept we generally have of our “home” in this world and the idea that the soul has an origin, a place or real home where he belongs eternally, which never has to be—or is wanted to be—left. Although people like change and seek fulfillment through variety, we also seek permanence, and lasting, loving relationships.
Sitting in the living room
thinking of my 7 week visit
winding down while mountain gazing
the last legalities finalized
death certificate received
understanding the Will and adjusting.
The mountains are so prominent in the La Quinta area, and I am thinking of all the reasons they are so captivating to me. It is also typical that many people are oblivious to them, as much as they don’t take lessons from the sun-- that each new sunrise brings them closer to death. Regardless, I feel even the smaller ones close to the house are massive, ancient, and expressive of great wisdom. They appear like a huge pile of boulders and rocks that fell from the sky at the beginning of time, or like the mountains on the moon, or I say jokingly, like “dry cow dung”. Standing like eternal sentinels they witness the rise and fall of civilizations, laughing at the current attempt to turn the desert into “paradise”.
Perhaps most poignantly and important in this story
of a son and mother estranged, yet reconciled at the end
is the fact that one’s conditioning needs to be understood
and we can’t make much progress if we deny or repress
our pain or resentment, anger, or unresolved issues
hiding behind the banner of spiritual advancement.
I have been thinking for many years that I would be with my mom when she was nearing the end of her life and thus naturally when she was “leaving her body” (Krishna devotee “lingo” for dying, since there is no death). However, it was mysterious how this might come to pass. Not being a “doer” type it seemed wishful thinking due to our being on opposite sides of the country and mainly since we were very estranged. This is a long story of course with fault on both our parts, yet in spite of this fact, and likely helped by her appreciation of my wife, we affectionately spoke on weekly calls, and she steadily helped us in many ways.
Our general conditioned tendency is to see the world—the things and people in it—as meant for our personal enjoyment and the utility of our selfish purpose. Although scientists may tout the scientific method and objective research they can’t escape seeing the world selfishly. Some may be selfless to an extent and be motivated to benefit others, yet the indirect goal is still personal satisfaction (to feel good by helping others). Or one may extend one’s self into others—groups, countries or perhaps all humanity—and work for their collective selfish interests, or to free them from disease or old disease so they can enjoy themselves free from misery. Is this the highest form of giving?
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