I am on the path to spiritual enlightenment.
It turns out this does not involve gin or vodka, as I’d first thought (hoped).
No. It’s a book. Called The Power of Now. Which after several recommendations, I am finally reading. Because it has changed millions of people’s lives. Including Oprah’s. Now there’s an endorsement if ever you needed one.
And it’s not before time, it would seem. I’ve had it for three months and only managed two chapters. I guess I didn’t need to buy a book to tell me I do not have the power of now.
It’s early days but so far, to summarise rather crudely, I have learned that I am striving to achieve no thoughts. Yup, you heard me. NO THOUGHTS. Because thoughts are the devil and together with the mind, they are ruling us. Corrupting us. Possessing us.
Need a G&T yet?
Apparently when a thought enters my mind, I am to observe it. That is all. I am not to judge it or act upon it.
I am already a little confused. If the thought to make a cheese and pickle sandwich pops into my mind, is this a corrupt thought that I should simply watch. Or does it just mean that I am hungry?
Scanning through the contents page I see that I have the following to look forward to. Give up the relationship with yourself. Dreamless sleep. Conscious death. When disaster strikes.
And it suddenly occurs to me that I have already achieved all of these.
Through the simple, only slightly more painful act of having children.
It doesn’t end there. I will also be learning The art of listening and How to connect with the inner body.
The listening chapter will be bedtime reading for Beaver. Obviously. As for connecting with my inner body, I am intrigued. Eckhart Tolle says nothing about how to do this with a two year old hanging off your leg.
So my question is this. Do I continue my plight for enlightenment and carry on reading? Or do I put it on the bookshelf with Are you the one for me, How did I get here? and all the other self-help books I’ve never bought. To be dusted off for another time. When I have time.
Perhaps in say, 18 years, when the prospect of spiritual enlightenment conjures up more than desperation for a G&T. When peace is an attainable goal.
And instead pick up that trashy Jackie Collins novel.
I think I may have just answered my own question.
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