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The Veda tells the story of an ancient time, a Golden Age when consciousness was full and babies were born enlightened.
For eons before this time, man had worked toward this, had worked toward a full experience of life. Meditation, study, correction of the intellect. An insistence on finding the "something more" that each knew was here, somewhere. And with that insistence came success. Self-awareness, self-knowledge, the truth within.
As more and more people discovered this truth within, and knew this truth to be within each and every other, and knew this truth to be the oneness, consciousness expanded. Neighbor affected neighbor, father affected son. Consciousness, the one thing, was seen clearly by person after person, and was purified by this seeing, and the whole became more whole, the oneness became more wholly one (of course not really, but it seemed so); and when 1% of the people were enlightened--saw the truth, felt the truth, experienced the truth--it began to spread like wildfire. Suddenly it was one person in every ten that knew the oneness within themselves, and then it was like water flowing into a long-dry lakebed--no place could remain dry for long, and those places that did, that tried to be islands and stand out of the flood of consciousness, finally those places, too, were drowned in the oneness of consciousness and bliss, and the people wondered at their long resistance, at their willful ignorance, at their insistence on making life hard for themselves and for the people around them when the truth was so simple and so simply accepted. And a Golden Age was born. An age when enlightenment was one's birthright and struggle a thing of the past. Bliss, happiness, unity was the order of the day. Suffering ceased to exist. Generation after generation were born with the sun of consciousness bright within them and undeniable.
Then one day a child was born in which the light was hidden. It was there, but it was hidden behind false darkness and wrong ideas as it had been with their ancestors, but no one knew how to help anymore. The tools of meditation and study had been put away for so long they'd been lost. And slowly, then not so slowly, the Golden Age had become a dark age and again, man had to make sense of suffering, had to make peace, somehow, with death and despair; and someone, finally, had insisted that there had to be more, had demanded from nature to be shown once again the way to truth, and nature had responded and the practice of meditation and study once again had begun, and little pockets and pools of light had begun to shine in the vast darkness of the planet, lending hope to those with the eyes and the need to see.
This is where we find ourselves.
Today I will practice my meditation, knowing it is my responsibility to shine my light into the darkness; and I will insist on seeing that light within others.
Angel with No Head, Waverley Cemetery, Sydney, Australia
All material copyright Jeff Kober
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