
I have just finished reading yet another book on spirituality
The Red Book, by Sarah Beak and I think I may have just satisfied my yearnings, for the time being. I know this book has been around for a while, having seen it recommended on a few blogs that I have visited. I enjoyed the lightness of this book.
To me, it was a lovely mix of the many books I have read on the subject over the years, with the addition of a great chapter on sexuality and its relationship to spirituality. You are encouraged to seek the origins of teachings on religions of the world, and to stick your toe into whatever speaks to you, whether it's dream interpretation, creative journaling, using your intuition, goddesses, meditation ..... in order to determine that which 'ignites your divine spark.'
Ulimately Sara Beak comes to the same conclusions that the authors of the many other books I have read have come to; Breathe in, breathe out, be grateful, love, be aware of your energy and your connectedness with others, be yourself. Whatever it is you want to do, do it now, live life. I think you get the picture. And what do I now think after all the reading I have done? I believe this poetry says it all;
Forget Everything
If someone says,
“To be enlightened you must fast and pray all night,”
Have dinner and go to bed.
If you see a sign, “This way to salvation,”
run the other way.
If someone says, “This book is the truth, you can buy it from me,”
Take your money and buy grapes and roses.
If someone says, “He’s talking tonight, thousands will be saved.”
Go for a walk…listen to the birds and watch the clouds,
and leave your backpack, your Bible and your Buddha under a tree
and hope they will be gone when you return.
Where we are going you can’t carry anything, not even your name.
If there is logic in the above, be afraid, it’s a lie.
But if you feel something in your chest as beautiful as the grass beneath your feet,
be grateful…open your arms
and forget everything you ever thought you knew.
- John Squadra - This Ecstasy