The Antidote for Worry
Duality signifies separateness.
Separateness implies fear. Fear causes worry.
The way of Oneness is the way to
happiness. The way of
manyness leads to worries. I am the only One without a
second; so I am eternally happy. You are separate from your
Self; so you always
worry. To you, what you see is absolutely
real; to me it is absolutely false. I
alone am real and my marjee
(will) governs the cosmic Illusion.
It is the truth when I say that
the waves do not roll or the
leaves do not move without my will. The moment the
your faith in my will reaches the apex, you bid adieu to worry for
good. Then, all that you suffered and enjoyed in the past, together
that you may experience in the future, will be to you the
most loving and
spontaneous expression of my will; and, as the
lover places the will of the
Beloved above all else, there is
nothing which can cause worry.
Live more and more in the present
which is ever beautiful
and which really stretches far beyond the limits of the
the future. If at all you want to worry, let your only worry be:
to remember me constantly. This is worth worrying about,
because it is the
antidote for worry.
Think of me more and more, and
all your worries will dwindle
into nothing, for they are really nothing, and my
will works out
to awaken this in you and in all.
Excerpted from The Path of Love
by Meher Baba, p. 118
July, 2010 - Vol 3, Issue 5
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month's newsletter offers a Silence Day memory from 2009, a spontaneous
flow that occurred in the strangest place. Coupled with it is an
ancient hymn from the land of the pharaohs.
Last month's Urban
Sahavas hosted Merwan Merchant who spoke about his grandmother,
Kharmanmasi, who met Meher Baba while he was still speaking, before July
10, 1925. He also related experiences with Pleader, a unique soul whose
personal story with Meher Baba has evaded full description. In coming
months the newsletter will recount Merwan Merchant's personal narrative.
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value with your fellow sojourners.
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Newsletterwallas: Ben Leet, Lisa Greenstein & Cherri Nelson
Walking in the Cemetery by Ben Leet
I walked in the cemetery this
summer morning (written in July, 2009). It is located on a gently
sloping hillside on the edge of the commercial zone of Oakland. The
grave markers date back to the 1850s. It's large also, maybe 2 square
miles, or about 1200 acres or 1200 football fields. One glimpses in the
distance the San Francisco Bay through the trees in all their lovely
variety. The sense of peace is subtle and genuine.
have a connection to this cemetery dating far back. My father and
brother are here, their grave sites date from 1957 and 1970. My
grandfather and grandmother also are here. My grandfather once headed
the board of directors of the cemetery. He would proudly point from the
front steps of his home in the Oakland hills to a 70 foot high cross
made from redwood trunks on the cemetery's hill, and claim that he had
put it there, which he had. I managed to work at the cemetery during
summers when I went to college. My family connection got me the job. All
these connections leads to a strange feeling of affection for this
This morning's walk and visit just reinforces my affection for this place of the dead.
does one find Baba?" I ask myself as I stroll over the hills, read the
inscriptions, and follow the family sagas written on the tombs. So many
folks lying on the peaceful hill with so few visitors. It's mid-morning
and I feel Baba in such a peaceful and subtle way. It's early July and
the whole landscape is vibrating with glory under the morning sun. Is it
that I'm out of my accustomed routine? How is it that Baba appears?
Once I was looking down at Meherazad from the top of Seclusion Hill, and
I felt an overwhelming presence of God in the compound of buildings
that is Meherazad. I wanted to rush down the slope and find Baba. I was
with another person who had the same sensation. Today is not the same,
but it is surprisingly persuasive in its peacefulness.
one is eternally happy, satisfied and alive-full of bliss and unalloyed
love-then life presents an expansive sympathy at all times-the
contradictions are harmonized. "It is all bliss," as Baba once told
Chanji went they first met. And this feeling continues without a break
for eternity and beyond time itself, then every event must be a part of
an interlocking symphony that confirms in a non-redundant way the
perfect and transcendent nature of consciousness. Baba once noted that
nature speaks volumes of wisdom to one who is aware. But my experience
is that this sensation of truth is rarely glimpsed. Unfortunately it is
fleeting. It's a working hypothesis that may someday be a permanent
experience. A stroll through the cemetery reminds me of my working
I was listening to a recording of Mehera last week.
She was describing the events of the New Life. (An aside: this recording
is available with others from our Center's library on Stockton Avenue
in El Cerrito, CA. See our web page and click the library button for a
download of the audio library contents. You could take it home and
up-load it onto your iPod or iTunes file.)
is describing an encounter with a pilgrim during their stay in 1950 in
the foothills of the Himalayas, at the beginning of the New Life. The
very early mornings are brisk, sharp and bitterly cold. A certain poor
pilgrim lives as a caretaker in the compound. He had very few wants. At 4AM
he'd be up and bathing in the cold air, pouring cold water over
himself. The mandali were very surprised at his daily regimen. Baba sent
someone to ask if he needed or wanted anything, and his response
invariably was that "'_____' provides me with everything." The mandali
thought '______' was the landlord, but after thinking it through they
concluded that '______' was another name for Krishna. Baba sent someone
several times to offer a gift to the man, a blanket, better food,
clothing. He refused, "____ provides me with everything." Finally he
accepted the gift of a box of matches. Mehera is very animated and
admiring of this simple life and one-pointed devotion.
back to the cemetery. What a place to spend forever in! But, it seems
to me, there are kind and gracious angels hanging out there. The
ambiance of personal experience is such a bric-a-brac of variety. It's
always a joy to be surprised with that unusual subtlety of peace,
gratitude, deep calm and beauty. Should I mention that it was Silence
Day, 2009, when I had this feeling? Maybe that contributed to my
experience unbeknownst to me.
it's a year later, 2010. I sent a poem in the mail today, from a time
3,600 years back when silence was probably deeper than it is today.
Poetry Corner Hymn to Ra
The truth of what we call our knowing is both light and dark. Men are
always dying and waking. The rhythm between what we call life. In the
night I turn and face myself, the many howling, laughing, pausing in the
body of one. Some miracle is about to happen. Some new man unseen
wishes to rise and speak. I walk in the dark feeling darkness on my
skin. Dawn always begins in the bones. The light stirs me to rise and
walk. Lightly I step around the sleeping forms, the bodies of the other
selves still dreaming. Nothing has been disturbed except my inner quiet.
I am restless, an animal sniffing the wind.
The shape of truth is coming.
Death matters, as does life. As it ends it begins again. Knowing that is
both my comfort and fear. Perfection is a long road; I shall never see
its end-the ribbon of life winds back on itself. At dawn the threads of
time unfurl, sunlight streams across the sands. Time reaches in both
directions, knotted in the golden orb of the moment. The eye opens, the
heart opens, the navel yawns and takes the world in its belly. Beneath
him the snake feels the movement of earth. Everything else is sky.
This moment is eternity.
This light I call genius, noble being conversant with gods. He goes out,
hears the hum of the world, beings of light muttering in every stream.
In every rock and tree he hears god songs. Then he returns and tells me
what god said. I flow like blood from the god's wounds. I am the god's
life made visible. I am how god comes to know himself, his ears, his
hands, his eyes. The dreaming selves stir in the dark and follow the
distant song of the lyre. We enter grace and beauty.
I am Osiris shining.
And at dawn I leave my house and go into the field. Stars fade like
memory. Bless the boat of morning that carries us into light. Bless the
oars that stir the water causing ripples of consciousness. Bless the
northern and southern edges of sky. Bless the eastern and western banks
of the river. Bless the oars-men in the boat, god's people, his faith,
his creation. Bless the face of god above us and the reflection of god
on earth below. Bless the veil of clouds that guard his secrets. Bless
life stirring below the surface of skin, the discomfort of human
weakness and mortality, loss and suffering, the misunderstandings that
prick conciousness and prod men toward truth. Bless the goddesses, the
wives, the daughters, the mothers, the priestesses. Bless the house of
Osiris. Bless the body where the world is gathered. Bless the light in
his forehead, in his heart and hands. Bless the sun that shines on every
A creature of light am I.
Awakening Osiris (circa 1600 B.C.E.) Translated from the Egyptian by
Normandi Ellis, from Changing Light, The Eternal Cycle of Night and Day,
edited by J. Ruth Gendler, Harper Collins Publishers, 1991, page 84.
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