Opinion writer Piya Raj Sukhani examines spirituality via this short story:
In the end, the only thing that will matter is how much love you have shared with all of creation
– Sri Sathya Sai Baba
There was light everywhere; an atmosphere of inexplicable bliss, a presence of unconditional love.
My long awaited destination was nearing. My journey was almost over. My time was about to arrive.
And then, I was greeted by the fragrance of jasmine flowers.
This tangible wave of love swept passed me.
He was here.
He came towards me and I noticed that he wasn’t walking – it was more subtle than that. I looked in fascination of how gracefully he moved, with the hem of his white silken robe covering his feet, it almost seemed like he was gliding. As I watched closely, I caught a glimpse of his feet. I don’t know what it was about them, but I was reminded of a lotus; soft, gentle and pure.
I looked up at him. His eyes, they had the softness of a thousand mothers. He smiled, and a cascade of tears streamed down my cheeks. I never witnessed anything that effulgent. He was dazzling- beyond the brilliance of a million suns.
He stood before me and I bowed down to him in obeisance. He placed his hand over my head in blessing, and as I was still kneeling down, I embraced him.
“I love you,” I said.
But I didn’t say that. I didn’t really speak. It wasn’t words, it wasn’t a language – there was no sound. It wasn’t even a thought. There was only the sweet melody of silence, and in that silence, there was only knowing; a knowledge that he knew what I knew.
“I always have,” he replied.
An amplified surge of peace came after he spoke, and while he didn’t utter anything out loud either, yet I understood, I knew.
He raised me by my shoulders, indicating that he wanted me to stand up. I rose up and he looked at my soul.
“I am going to tell you a secret,” he said.
And I will never, ever forget what he told me next.
After a meaningful pause he went on:
“You are God. And so am I.”
And that was the moment when everything fell into place.
I had been asleep for uncountable years, but I had finally woken up. All this was a dream.
There was no creation, only reflection.
Everybody, everything, everywhere – it was all me. All of creation was just like a mirror, a mirror that was finally cleaned from the dust accumulated over uncountable years. It was a mirror in which I finally saw my true self.
I was the embodiment of divinity. I was the only truth. Nothing existed.
I understood nothing, and so I understood everything.
I gleamed back at him, smiling in glory.
“I am the Supreme, Absolute, Indivisible,” I knew.
“You are me and I am you. I am I. And that is all that is,” I continued.
He nodded, beaming with his magnificence. He raised both his arms. I merged into him.
This was not a destination, because endless fun had just begun.
And there was light!
By Piya Raj Sukhani
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